#meanwhile during all this elle madness...

[ranfused4ever]

[creeping-kommando]

Rebuild’in Wot Woz Skrapped.

Boss Kommanda Grimgrod

Burgeoning Warboss of the Segmentum Solar:

“Ain’t nothing left but to start over. Lotta you runts fink we’re done, that without Da Kaptin, we’re good as ded. Well, I’m ’ere to tell you sorry gits that you’re wrong. Sure we mighta lost our Dakka, our Kroozerz, and ‘ell, we may ‘ave even lost the battle. But, we’re ORKZ Zog it! You good for nothing grots must’ve forgotten, that we ain’t ever beaten! We’re gonna come back bigger, better, and smarter than before, and show those bugs that they ain’t won yet!”

|Rules|

Height: 10’3”/ Age: 20-25 Years/

Grimgrod had always been seen as a joke to his superiors, and even to some of his inferiors. Many Orks would’ve heard stories of the infamously bad luck that tailed the Nob like a loyal Squig, and found it easy to bully him into jobs no one else wanted to do. So during the brutal tyranid attack that wiped out the Circuit Jawz, Grimgrod had survived by being made a lousy messenger. To tell the tale of good ole Kaptin Zagbad Grimgul.

It was only after he first regaled the death of his mighty Kaptin that Grimgrod finally decided he had enough. Something in the young Nob finally snapped, and from then after his misfit mob and him flew through the stars, tackling former Circuit Jawz, absorbing them into the fold, and brutally assaulting lost territories. This new tribe was dubbed the Doom’eadz, with Grimgrod as their Warboss. Only time will tell what plans he has for the former allies and enemies of Zagbad.

Occupation: Mercenary, Tactical Consultant, Part-Time Freebootah

Skills: ‘Diplomacy’, Close Quarters Combat, Amateur Mek Know How, Tracking, and Sneaking.

Goals: To pick up where Zagbad left off, but instead of being a measly pirate, Grimgrod wants true domination. He wants to prove every git who doubted him wrong, and crush the Hivefleet who did in his Kaptin first as a demonstration of his superiority. Not to mention a need to show that Blood Axe thinking is right.

Allies:

The Heg Ravens

Da Gear-Klaws (Begrudgingly)

Da Mad-Kapz

Appearance:

Standing at 10 feet and 3 inches tall, Grimgrod is much smaller than his former Kaptin, but still a hulking behemoth. Lightly armored, the heaviest implements the Ork carries are his taloned cybernetic legs and arm, while the rest of his attire is military wear based upon imperial foes. His helm holds a skull like visage, a visor hiding everything but the monster’s gleaming red eyes. Across his form, is a color of blue and black, a camouflage pattern with a bit more subtly to it than the average Ork would care to wear. Around his neck is a flag turned scarf taken as a final farewell from his Kaptin, which Grimgrod now uses as a sign of his era and the passing of the torch.

His shoulders meanwhile are armored by a typical checker patterned plate and a looted astartes pauldron. It’s been outfitted with spikes to present a more fashionable appearance, one befitting greenskin sensibilities.

Equipment

Snik & Snakk: Two overly long knives that Grimgrod keeps on his person at all times. They’re great for slitting throats, picking locks, and generally giving anything a good stab.

Da Hush Hush Stabba: Grimgrod is a Blood Axe, and Axe Boyz never play fair. Within his bionic arm is a secret blade he can extend from underneath his palm, and then cleanly retract. Some gits need that extra nudge to understand that they’re deceased.

Da Final Say: A large revolver that Grimgrod uses when he realizes the time for words and headbutts are over. Snagged off a Beast Snagga who gave him lip, Grimgrod’s put the weapon to far greater use than its previous owner.

Da Kultural Exchange Bouquet: Grimgrod has an assortment of throwable weapons and explosives in his arsenal, and when in a real pinch, will decide to use all of them. Flash Bangs, Stikkbombs, 'Sploding Squigs, and Tankbusta Bombs are all deployed in a wired ‘Bouquet’, usually as a parting gift courtesy of the Doom’eadz.

Studguf’s Kustom Nanites: After Zagbad was deemed dead, Grimgrod attempted to replicate the past Ork Kaptain’s strange ability to both harden his skin and weapons to a steel like quality, a technique the Kaptin failed to teach him. After months of tensing his muscles and concentrating really hard, Grimgrod abducted and forced a Mek to instead make him an artificial copy. When faced with a knife to the throat, Studguf obliged, and Grimgrod was gifted with a similar ability to Zagbad. It’s still a sore spot however.

Credit Notes

The first image was drawn by @/rowscara

The second image was drawn by @/ChumiiCham

The third image was drawn by @/hydroxianchaos

[peaky-shelby]

Delicate | Frank Castle x OC

Author's note: want to make this into a big story, if you want more lmk pls

Previous episode: prologue

Episode: are you ready for i?

Next Episode: episode 2

Summary: Alex Walker and Frank Castle have one thing in common and that's how delicate they are. He is back but the girls he remembers is gone, could that possibly be his fault?

Knew he was a killer, first time that I saw him

16 MONTHS AGO

The first time she thought, she saw him, she didn’t really see him at all. He was a shadow in between the dim lights in the darkest alleys of Hell’s kitchen. She heard the gunshots and the screams and she run towards them, she saw his figure with a gun in hand running after his execution was over. She ran after him, upon the roofs and down in the streets until she lost him. News about him traveled fast, the new vigilante with a bloody agenda with many names. She didn’t agree fully with what he did but she couldn’t pretend she was sorry for his victims either. Which led to many arguments with Matt and Foggy.

The second time she saw him his figure was clearer, it was one of the first nights she had gone on a mission with Matt and they tried to hold him down, fighting on the roof but Frank had the bigger and better guns when he shot Matt in the head that was the first time, she really felt anger for him. Doubting whether he really was just a serial killer, it was also a stepping stone for mad to be able to say “I told you so” which he did multiple times.

The third time was on TV, his face appeared on every single channel she watched, police calling for any sort of information. Meanwhile, his victims were getting multiplied but they were all the same, bad men with evil motives, and again she could feel no sorrow for them. Matt was still trying to get him with no luck and perhaps it was her will to impress him and prove to him that she was as good as him after the training or a secret desire to have a conversation with the mysterious man. A big difference between her and Matt was her lack of faith in any sort of belief, which made her ethics a little easier to break and change. Karen who had been working in finding more information about the guy talked to her about the suspicions she had of his connection to a massacre that had taken place in the central park which led to dozens of people dead, including kids. And many more hurt and traumatized.

The fourth time was In Central Park, during the night. She had gone there by herself to find him, to tell him what she wasn’t sure. But he was sitting across the carousel, looking calm and peaceful. She approached him as the kids were going up for their last ride and she sat next to him, her face hiding in her long red hoody. She made sure she was looking forward so he wouldn’t be able to see it. She sensed him moving when she sat there, looking at her and trying to get a glimpse of her face.

“Who the ‘ell are you?”

“a person that wants to talk”

“No chance you are connected to the other red guy”

“It doesn’t matter”

“What is he? Your boyfriend? Is this like a couple’s costume thing?”

He had humor but she held her laugh and shook her head “It’s none of your business”

“Look If you’re here for revenge about the shot, I respect that. So, I’ll let you go and pretend I never saw you. Now leave.”

“Funny thing I don’t trust you around the kids.”

Frank glanced at her, his eyes piercing through the rad fabric that was keeping her identity a secret. She could imagine that he didn’t appreciate the joke.

“They are not the target.”

“Neither was Daredevil but you shot him. Makes me think you don’t really care about the collateral damage.”

“I wasn’t gonna kill him but he should have minded his business that night.”

“You’re chasing and killing people in his city that makes it his business.”

“I’m cleaning the city.” Alexandra noticed he checked his clock, wondering who he was expecting. “He should be thankful.

“What poor human is on your list now?”

“The humans I kill are not poor you can trust me on that”

“They have families- “

“So did I!” he spat out “so you and your boyfriend can save your lectures for somebody else because I’m not buying it!”

She scoffed. Looking down, it was now or never. “I know about the mass shooting.”

She couldn’t see him but his eyes, they settled on her and his gaze made her feel like he was holding her, threatening her.

“What do you know?”

“More thank you think. And don’t look at me like that because I am not scared of you.”

He very quickly tried to grab her face. She smacked his hand, holding it and twisting it, and punched his face so she would have time to pull up her hoodie again. Frank was stronger though and he twisted her hand the other way, while also cupping her face with his other hand, forcing her to look up at him and drop the hoodie. This was the first time the figure had a face and it wasn’t the one they advertised on television, the clean marine. It was dirty, bruised, scarred and scary.

“What do you know?” he repeated.

“I know which gangs were involved. I know your family died in the crossfire. Many other people as well. I’m not sure why yet-“

“And why are you here?”

“Because the way you’re going… you’ll end up in jail before you get any answers!”

“Who sent you?”

“No one.” She said trying to push his hands off her. But his grasp got tighter. “Who are you expecting?”

He looked into her eyes and she felt like he was reading her mind like he could see right through her.

“You ask too many questions.”

“I only asked one.”

“And that’s too much.” He let her go, she lowered her head, breathing heavily “Now go.”

She stroked her cheeks, where he had held her. His grasp was so tight she felt a painful sensation still. He looked back at the carousel; the ride was ending. He checked his clock again.

“you said something about cleaning the city. The last man, I heard saying that, is in jail now.”

“I don’t care where this ends for me, sweetheart. As long as it’s over for them the rest is irrelevant”

“Why not try to get both? Justice and answers. You kill them all and you will never know if they were more behind this. So, it’s never really over. And what kind of punishment is death?” he looked at her, confused “You give them eternal rest while you pay for their deaths. So, who are you really punishing?”

He turned his body at her, giving her his full attention. He looked intrigued and annoyed at the same time. “Who are you?”

Her eyes remained on him, she struggled to find the right words and she doubt she was just asking for her name. She lowered her head, looking at her hands, the scars on them. “I’m someone that wants to help- “

“Your boyfriend approves of that?”

“He is not my boyfriend!” she snapped, looking up.

He nodded, understanding “Brother, then?”

“I told you before it’s none of your business!”

“Well, whatever he is to you tell him not to stand in my way otherwise ill kill him. Now leave-“

She punched him and he didn’t even see it coming. He laughed, holding his chin “you got a good hand sweetheart.”

She stood up, pulling up her hoodie “Yeah, I do, and I can put up a Goodman fight so trust me when I say you want me on your side. If not for my moves, then because I am the only one willing to help you” She gave him a card with her number on it, it took a while before he accepted it.

“I don’t need your help,” he said tearing it apart and standing up. God, he was huge and she felt so small. The light from the carousel faded and she knew that meant it was closed that made his figure even scarier like a body with no face. “Now go before you get yourself hurt-“

“I told you I’m not-“ she didn’t get to finish the sentence, men in black started coming out from the darkness, holding their guns and aiming at them “what the-“

“I told you to leave.” He moved away from her and walked slowly to one of the guys.

“Let’s make this easy frank. You’re coming with us-“ frank grabbed his hand, starting a fight but the unknown man stabbed him with a needle in his neck. Alexandra moved forward, pulling out her knives from her boots to help frank but one of the men shot her arm before she had any time to act. “Who the hell is this?” she tried to get up but they were simply outnumbered and ambushed and she was stabbed too with the same needle. She saw frank fighting with another guy and more men surrounding them like they had fallen into a mice trap. She tried to hold on to her knives and managed to get a few before her vision began getting blurry and the world around her seemed to turn.

Next thing she knew she woke in a basement, laying on the floor and she sat up quickly but before she could stand, she was pulled back by the cuffs that were holding her tight on a pole. It was the cold air in her cheeks that made her realize her mask was missing. She pulled once and twice, groaning as the fresh gunshot wound in her shoulder ached bitterly until she heard an all too familiar voice.

“Not gonna work sweetheart.” He said and she looked to her right, only to see Frank tight on a chair himself, head down.

“So much for your reputation.”

“I’ll be out of here soon. Don’t worry about my reputation!”

“It’s not you, I’m worried about!”

“I told you to leave.”

“Should have listened to him.” Said Finn Cooley, walking in like he was entering a playground. “Now he’s gonna have another name on his conscience.” He smiled “that is if he cares about you at all.”

“He doesn’t and neither do I! So let me be on my way!”

“No! I think I’m gonna let you watch. You see your friend here-“

“He is not my friend!” she pulled on the cuffs again.

“He is on a mission of retribution, aren’t you boy?” he took a chair from the corner of the room and sat across him “you killed my son. He’s underground because of you and you were coming after me too! You’re walking away leaving bodies on your trails. Taking what think you deserve- “

Alexandra pulled on her cuffs again. Finn punched frank multiple times on either side of his face and held his neck, forcing him to look at him “now you’ll give it back to me and before the burning comes, you’ll get a bullet in your head. This time it will be fetal. So, where’s my money?”

Frank smiled, his teeth and lips were bloody. His features were bruised; Alexandra wondered where he got the strength.

“Your boy’s in a box and you just want your money back?”

Fin punched him again. This time harder, frank’s face fell to Alexandra’s direction. They locked eyes for a moment and she could see through his icy exterior, she could see pain. An inch of it that was gone by the next second. “You’re gonna die tonight but it’s your choice how and it’s your choice if she will die with you or not!”

“She has nothing to do with this” he mumbled under his breath and Finn moved his chair closer

“You think I care? She will pay for your sins as if she committed them herself unless you tell me what I need to know- “

“Okay-“he whispered, “I’ll tell- I’ll tell you-“

Finn smiled but Lexie, she could feel the storm brewing and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t see his next move coming. Frank knocked him on the nose with his head twice before his men held his body back. Finn wiped the blood off his face and took out his gun, hitting frank with the back of it.

“I’ll be honest, boy,” he said getting up “I was hoping that it was gonna come to this-“ he took a drill from the table next to her and the minute Alexandra saw it, she started pulling harder on the cuffs. Finn walked back to Frank who was yelling now. Alexandra saw a spare bolt on the floor. She heard Frank scream and the drill working against his skin. She tried to block it out and moved her hands on the end of the pole. She moved her body any way she could until she reached the bolt and when she had it, she started trying to unlock the cuffs. Sitting in a way so that her hands and what she was doing were hiding behind her back. But Her hands were shaking and tears were in her eyes. Listening to his screams was torture. Even her breathing was chocking her and all she could see was red, her body trembling, her eyes shut closed, her hands frozen. She knocked her head backwards on to pole, words and curses slipping out her lips in whispers that made no sense.

“Again” echoed a voice in her head.

Suddenly silence fell in the room and for a moment, Lexie thought he was dead. The punisher was dead but then he heard his breathing, loud and heavy. She focused on that, she let herself calm down and continued messing with the cuffs when frank suddenly turned his attention to her. “Well, if torturing you gives me nothing maybe you need to hear her screams the way she heard yours.” Finn moved towards her now, drill in hand. Her heart was so loud she was sure Matt would be able to hear it wherever he was and whatever he was doing. The drill began to spin, the noise echoing in her head and she could feel Frank staring but without saying anything. Whether he really didn’t care or he was bluffing, she didn’t know. But she wasn’t gonna roll the dice on it. Finn kneeled in front of her, smiling that wicked smile.

“let’s see how long before you break- “

The drill got closer; her breath got shorter but she wasn’t going to beg she was too stubborn for that. Sweat was covering her face, fear choking her face, and just for a second, she looked at him, not really sure what her expression was at that moment but he-

“Fine- stop! I’ll tell you what you need to know but she walks out of here!”

Finn laughed and moved away, allowing her to breathe normally again. Frank gave them the location and while Finn was calling his guys to go for the hidden treasure, he looked at her. A look she couldn’t really understand, she saw him doing something with his hands behind the chair and she reminded herself she had to keep going too. She focused on unlocking the cuffs, she was almost there when in a quick moment Finn turned back to Frank angry, something had gone wrong-

“You son a bitch- YOU BLEW IT UP- KILL EM BOTH-“

She unlocked the cuffs and jumped on Finn, pushing him back. The drill dropped from his hand and she grabbed it herself. She put it in his leg, drilling a hole. She watched him yelling but didn’t stop until a man aimed with his gun at her. She threw the drill on the man’s head, knocking him out. She stood up and looked behind her, frank was outing his own fights, wrestling with two guys at ones. While she was distracted, she was pushed by another guy, throwing himself over her and hovering on top of her, holding her arms back. She kicked him, trying to get him off another gunshot was heard signaling the death of the man frank was fighting with. She bit the man’s arm, he yelled but his grip was still tight and he moved his hands to her neck choking her and then- blood, all over her face, the man’s blood who had been shot fatally by frank in the head. She was in shock; she could taste it, she could hear that echo in her head again, a voice calling her to stand up and keep fighting. Reality and hallucination has become one and indifferent. She felt like she was trapped under a cave, the air was ending and she couldn’t get out, her bones were crushing under the rocks “Help” she whispered

“You never ask for help” the echo said “You’re useless if you do.”

“Help me” she said again, louder, begging and then screaming “It was me, I did it-"

She heard the bang again. And screamed louder. She thought she’d suffocate when the body was pulled off hers and she took a deep breath in, sitting up, balancing herself on her elbows. Looking around in fear and terror. She saw standing over her and for whatever reason she could focus on him but there was still a buzz in her head, loud and confusing.

“Get up” he put his hand behind her neck, helping her raise her head “look at me” everything was spinning. “hold this and stay behind” he offered her his hand but she didn’t take it, she could barely move. He sighed and he wiped the blood off her eyes and lips removing the taste of it. It helped. He held her face, which was so small in his big palms, forcing her to look into his eyes “this is why I don’t want your help. Because you can’t. You don’t have the stomach for it- No one does“

She gulped and shook her head. Yes, she had been triggered by the blood and the gunshots and the brains that exploded in front of her but this wasn’t the end. She put any strength she had into getting up and she held the gun tightly in her hand. “I’m fine-“

He stood up as well and he wasn't In any better condition than her. He could barely stand but they had each other and they were gonna get out of here no matter what. He pointed at her “you’ll stand behind me. Because I still don’t trust you, you hear me?”

She nodded, her head turning a little, and following his lead they got out of the room and in the hallway. Immediately someone shot him in the hand and they found cover in a corner. She knew that if he lost any more blood he would faint. “Ok…ok…” he laid his head back on the wall and closed his eyes “One batch, two batch. Penny and dime.” He whispered and moved forwards, shooting anyone he could get but they were getting multiplied by the second and she was trying to shoot some of them but she was always better with knives. She took off the safety on the gun, she was prepared for the worst. They’d shoot and cover, shoot and cover.

Silence.

Alex and Frank looked at each other. Her gut was telling her that it was a good sign. she looked behind the wall as frank tried to pull her back but there was no reason to. Matt was there. Running towards her. She placed her hands on his chest and he cupped her face, feeling her wounds.

“I’m fine!” she said quickly “he’s worst!” she glanced back at the wall, frank was still behind of.

“you’re bleeding. Your arm- “ he touched the wound

“It’s alright, it’s nothing-“

“They saw your face.” He said, stroking her cheeks. She held his hand.

She shook her head “didn’t hear my name.” she held his hand “help him.” She said and ran in the corner. Frank had collapsed on the floor “He helped me-“

She kneeled in front of him and looked into his eyes, moving his face left and right. Checking for his pulse. He seemed so small at that moment, just like any other guy “Do you have my knives?” she asked and Matt handed them to her. She tore Frank’s shirt in half and wrapped the fabric around the hole in his foot that was created by the drill. “Frank?” He hummed but said nothing.

“Police is coming,” said Matt.

“We’ll find a way around the back,” she said, using the other part of the shirt to clean the wound on his head.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Help me get him up!”

“No, hold on! What did you say?” he asked and pulled her by the arm to stand up.

“We don’t have time to argue!”

“Yeah, we do because we are giving him to the police!”

“Ma-“ she stopped herself and moved farther away from frank’s body so he wouldn’t be able to listen. “He had a family! Alright? And They were killed! Did you know that? I didn’t know that” she hissed “there’s more to the story! If we hand him over now, we’ll never know.”

“And he will kill 10 more people before we do.”

“he’s too weak now, he won’t be able to fight for a while. I’ll keep him in the apartment-“

“Are you insane?”

“I think I’m more sure about this than anything else I’ve ever done.”

“He is dangerous!”

“He is in pain” she protested. “and I promised to help him so I will!”

“Then I’ll take him to my apartment, not yours.”

“He already knows who I am. There’s no need to know who you are as well, or for you as…” she whispered his name “Matt Murdock to get involved.” She smiled “plus I think he likes me more.”

She wasn’t gonna change her mind and she would fight him if she had to but thankfully, she didn’t have to. Matt helped her get him up and take him to her apartment, where they helped patch his wounds and tight him on her bed and they waited for him to wake up.

[katsumiiii]

When they’re mad at you

Katsuki Bakugou x gn! poc reader

Eijirou Kirishima x gn! poc reader

Denki Kaminari x gn! poc reader

Katsuki Bakugou

katsuki and mad go hand in hand

whenever you see his ass he’s always mad about something

and if he’s not...

well either you’re dreaming or he’s sleep

either way he’d probably still be mad tbh

but let’s say you got him actually upset

like ACTUALLY pissed

whew chile I pray for everyone in that room

so you and katsuki were in the common room arguing

both of y’all are throwing jabs below the belt bc you guys are petty af

“you think you can be a hero with that shitty attitude?”

“at least I have a strong fucking quirk, I don’t even know how your ass got in this school. fucking extra.”

anyways, you’re not showing it but katsuki is low key hurting your feelings

ofc you aren’t gonna let him know that

soooo you say something slightly outta pocket

“right so my quirk is ass, but aren’t you the one who got kidnapped....twice? oh alright.”

the look in his eyes is heartbreaking

and although he tries to hide it, it’s pretty obvious that you hurt him

“you know what, fuck off. if you come anywhere near me ill fucking kill you.”

and he stomps off

now everyone’s looking at you like you fucked up

“oh so he can be an asshole to me, but when im one back it’s an issue?? you know what mind y’all fucking business.”

now you’re even more upset bc everyone was taking his side

you hide out in your room for a while, thinking about everything

you then realize that what you said was triffling

“damnit!”

you try everything to get him to talk to you again

but he won’t even acknowledge your  existence

everytime you try to go up and talk to him he acts like you’re not even there

“katsuki listen, can I-”

“shitty hair, come one let’s go fucking work out or some shit.”

okaayyyy guess you have to try again

“babe I know you’re pissed but-”

“DEKU!! BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE!”

oh, so he’d rather talk to Izuku

the disrespect

but you know you fucked up so you don’t stop trying

and eventually get him to talk to you again

“katsuki please, just fucking talk to me.”

“the fuck do you want?”

you’re elated, I mean he’s never fully ignored you before

plus you miss the cuddles, and food

especially the food

“im sorry babe, I was pissed at the stuff you were saying and I wanted to hit you where it hurt. I made you some hot ramen to let you know I’m really sorry.”

he looked you up and down, his face in that same goofy ass sneer

“tch, fine I forgive you or whatever. but im not eating this shit. it doesn’t even look edible.”

“are you crazy?! the packets are good as fuck babe.”

“YOU BOUGHT ME THE SHITTY PACKET?!”

Eijirou Kirishima

what the fuck did you do to possibly make this boy mad?

I mean seriously

you really had to fuck up in order for him to even be remotely pissed

I don’t wanna talk about it

but we gon talk about it OKAY

so you was in the kitchen searching for something to drink

at the top of the fridge, you see a bottle of cranberry juice right next to kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

so being the smart bitch you are, you decide to climb up on top of the counter top to get your cranberry juice

“fuck why is it up so high?”

you stick your tongue out in concentration trying to get your juice

and finally you grab it

while also knocking over kirishima’s premium crimson riot protein powder

“oh shit.”

“Y/N?! ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!”

your baby walking in with his hair down looking all confused

he then looks down at the floor, noticing the powder pooling into the cracks of the tile

he looks at you

you look at him

he looks back down at the floor

then right back at you

“heyyyyy babyyyy.”

“what the fuck?”

he bites his lip in agitation, trying not to yell

“I spent hours in line for that babe.”

“I know....sorry?”

he literally could not look at you, so he turned around and left

“fuck! great job Y/N.....least I got my cranberry juice.”

the next couple of days he was visibly different

unresponsive, not as smiley

“he’s really mad at me over some stupid protein powder....”

bakugou would not stop staring you down

mentally telling you to fix this shit or he would skin you alive

yeah not gonna happen

so you trot your ass to the store

sighing at the long ass line in front of you

“fucking god.”

eventually you manage to get the powder, placing it in his room for when he gets back from training

the next day kirishima runs over to you, kissing you repeatedly on the face

“THANK YOU BABE!! IT WAS MANLY OF YOU TO FIX YOUR MISTAKE!”

“you’re welcome baby.”

“but how’d you manage to get 6 bottles?”

“I had to fight a couple bitches.”

Denki Kaminari

yeah he literally cannot stay mad at you

like at all

and there’s no POSSIBLE way you could even REMOTELY make him angry at you for a long period of time

he’s not petty like bakugou

he’d be mad for like 1 hour and then come back asking for cuddles

what he’s mad over is probably dumb af anyways

okay so you and denki were hanging out in his room

watching reality tv

bc that’s how y’all bond

and during the show the two main girls were arguing over some dumb shit that ppl on reality tv always do

and denki ofc wants to say his little two cents

“no way, she’s totally wrong for that. don’t you think babe?”

“no, I would’ve done the same shit.”

he’s very much betrayed

looks at you like you’re crazy

slowly gets up from the bed

inching closer and closer towards the door

“are you actually upset? you asked for my opinion.”

“yeah but you were supposed to agree with me!”

you roll your eyes bc atp you’re not even taking him seriously

“Y/NNN, im really mad at youuu.”

“yeah ok.”

“FINE THEN! DON’T TALK TO ME!”

“okay.”

he stomps away, his lips curled into a pout

meanwhile you continue to watch your show

he looks back every once in a while to see if you were coming after him

“IM LEAVING FOR REAL NOW!”

“okay.”

“GOING INTO THE ELEVATOR!!”

“yep.”

“NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN!!”

“cool.”

he’s definitely like 10 feet away from your door

you gave him about 30 minutes, deciding that you were sick of reality tv, switching over to a scary movie instead

you see denki’s head peep over the doorframe

“is that the conjuring?”

“yes.”

“mhm I guess I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“what an honor.”

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Innocents don’t shed blood...

A Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader requested by the sweet @redrosewritingsstuff​.

Hope you’ll enjoy this story!

Hidden in a French forest, the Basterds tried to have some rest after their last successful raid against a German patrol. 

While Omar and Hirschberg took a well-deserved nap, Wicki checked on his rifle, whereas Andy, Simon, Smitty, and Michael were playing cards. 

As for Hugo, he sat on a rock while (Y/N) strapped a bandage around his hand.

(Y/N), the "Angel," as the Basterds nicknamed her because of her soft and caring personality. Even Hugo is more relaxed around her. After all, she was the only member of the team who did not kill any Nazis because she did not have to pay the "scalp debt" to Aldo.

She was like a ray of sunshine for those men, and especially for Donny Donowitz, who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, the lady felt the same.

Speaking of the latter, he glanced at (Y/N) with adoring eyes, watching every gesture of her delicate hands. A few seconds later, she finished her job:

"Here you are, Hugo! Next time, be careful with your knife!"

"I'll try to remember. Danke, Engelsschwester (Angel Nurse) (Y/N)." replied the soldier with a sly smile.

"You're welcome." answered the girl with a warming smile.

That same smile made Donny falling head over heels for her when they first met.His lieutenant, who watched the whole scene with amusement, decided to wake up his Sargent from his daydreaming.

"C'mon, Don, stop staring at your girl as if she was ice cream!" snickered Aldo.

Blushing, the Bear Jew muttered some Bostonian curses under his breath, while the other Basterds laughed at him.

However, Aldo did not expect the response from the young woman:

"So, Donny is looking at me like I'm ice cream? Well, that proves I'm so delicious!"

Utivich and Zimmerman howled with laughter, while Donny smiled proudly: his angel was the best!

Aldo chuckled:

"Ya gotta the point, girl!"

"Thanks, sir!"

Two hours later, Aldo got up and said:

"OK, guys, I've just finished doing the inventory of our supplies. I can't say we're running out, but if we don't buy supplies quickly, we'll be in trouble!"

"That much ?" Wicki asked.

"Bsolutely. That's why we have to go to the nearest village to do some shopping." 

He walked over to Hirschberg and Omar, who were sleeping soundly, and ordered in a loud voice:

"Get up, ya lazybones!"

"Huh? What? What's going on?" the two men stammered.

"It happens that we have to restock, or you won't have dinner tonight! Come on, get up, and hurry!"

"Go without me: it will give me time to do some tidying up." suggested (Y / N)

At these words, Donny frowned.

"I'd rather you come with us (Y / N). I'm not comfortable leaving you all alone!"

"But hey, what do you want to happen to her? There's no one passing through here!" protested Hirschberg.

"I'm worried about her safety, damn it!" yelled the Bear Jew.

The young nurse ran her thin hand over her lover's cheek, which instantly calmed him.

"It's fine, Donny. I can manage on my own while you're away."

"She's right, Don: and then, it won't be too long. An hour maximum!" Sakowitz reassured him.

Letting out a long sigh, Donowitz surrendered with a smile:

"Alright, I trust you, doll. I'll be back ASAP!"

"I'm not worried. See you later, teddy bear!"

"See you later, angel!" Donny replied, placing a kiss on the tip of the nurse's nose, making her laugh.

"We'll buy you some medical supplies when we get back."

"Thanks, Michael!"

"See you later, (Y / N)," Omar told her.

While the men left for the city, the young woman remained alone in the camp. 

She began to sort through the medicine boxes and carefully put them away in her case before thoroughly cleaning her syringes and surgical equipment.

Then, she took the metal box to store her surgical equipment and looked at it tenderly: on the lid was engraved an angel with a little nurse's hat: a sweet gift from Smitty, Hirschberg, Omar, and Andy for her birthday.

And to think that at the beginning, the other soldiers called her crazy when she joined Lieutenant Raine's team: they thought she was going to get mistreated. It was quite the opposite: the Basterds had immediately loved her.

Continuing with her cleaning, she hummed a tune her mother sang to her when she was little:

“Ma petite est comme l’eau,

Elle est comme l’eau vive.

Elle court comme un ruisseau

Que les enfants poursuivent.

Courrez, courrez

Vite si vous le pouvez !

Jamais, jamais

Vous ne la rattraperez !”

But as she worked, she didn't hear the German soldier creep up behind her. The latter had stumbled upon the Bastards' encampment by pure chance, but seeing that she was alone, he thought to himself that he had an opportunity to hurt those who massacred his comrades by making their friend suffer.

He approached her silently, then jumped on the young woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

Fighting back, the young woman screamed:

“Leave me alone, you jerk!”

Her attacker just slapped her before responding with a sadistic smile:

"Also, du kämpfst gern, kleine Schlampe? Wo sind deine sogenannten Freunde? Niemand wird dich retten! (So, you like to fight, little bitch? Where are your so-called friends? No one is going to save you!)".

Trying to escape, (Y / N) managed to grab a pan and sent it in the face of his assailant, who let out a cry of rage. Taking advantage of the confusion, she started to run, but suddenly a hand grabbed her ankle, and she fell to the ground again.

The Nazi attacked her again, a glint of madness in his eyes. Searching by all means for a weapon to defend herself, the young woman grabbed the first object that was within her reach and struck for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. She, who had never fought in her life, unleashed all her rage and fear on her opponent by beating him up.

(Y / N) only ceased her blows when her attacker stopped moving. Not understanding what had happened, she looked at her hands and discovered in horror that they were covered in blood. And on top of that, she was holding a knife. She glanced at her nurse's uniform, which was also stained with blood.

She glimpsed at her aggressor and noticed that he laid on the ground, inert, with his eyes wide open and his chest pierced with multiple stabs.

It was then that she understood what had happened: for the first time in her life, she had just killed a man. Admittedly, it was self-defense, but (Y / N) was appalled by her gesture: how were the others going to react when they discover her crime?

Trembling, she let go of the knife and fell to the ground, breathing erratically and unable to emit a single sob ...

Meanwhile, the Bastards were returning from town with their provisions.

"We have everything we need: we'll be quiet for a while!" Andy said.

"What are we doing, Lieutenant?" Hugo asked.

"We're staying here for tonight, and we'll be heading to Lyon tomorrow morning! We have an appointment with members of the Resistance!" Aldo replied.

For his part, Donny walked in silence, holding in his pocket the present he planned to give to his angel. He didn't like being away from her, even if it was only for a few moments, because he feared he couldn't protect her.

"Don't worry, Romeo: you will be soon reunited with your Juliet!" Wicki joked sweetly.

Suddenly, Smitty listened:

"Do you hear that?"

"What ?" Hirschberg asked.

"Hush, listen!"

Everyone fell silent and heard moans in the distance as if someone was hurt. When they realized it was a woman's voice, they all thought of the same person:

"(Y/N)"

They ran towards their camp as fast as they could, praying that nothing wrong had happened to their nurse.

The one who worried the most was Donny: if anything had happened to (Y/N), he would never forgive himself.

A few minutes later, they arrived near their camp and discovered traces of the struggle.

"But what the heck happened here?" Hirschberg asked, stunned.

"I don't know, but that doesn't reassure me!" Simon replied.

"Somebody got into a fight here, for sure ... But where is (Y/N)?" Hugo exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard wheezing near them. The Bastards turned and saw their nurse lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and her chest covered in blood.

At that moment, Donny had the impression that the ground gave way beneath his feet: all he feared had happened, he had failed to protect his angel.

"NO! Y/N!" he cried, rushing towards the young woman, and holding her in his arms.

"Oh, my God !" Utivich panicked.

"WICKI! COME HERE QUICKLY!" yelled Aldo.

The Austrian arrives near the young woman and begins to examine her, fearing to find too serious injuries. As for the others, they were petrified: they blamed themselves for having left her alone. If she had come with them, they could have protected her.

But when he finished, Wilhelm looked puzzled.

"So what's wrong with her? Are her injuries serious? But answer me, damn it!" the Jewish Bear said impatiently.

"How can I tell you ... It's not her blood!"

"What do you mean ?" Aldo asked.

"She has no physical injuries ... other than that bruise on her face!"

"Who hit her?" Omar asked, ready to gut the one who had dared to raise his hand on his best friend.

"Probably the Fritz who looks like a colander and is lying on the floor!" Andy replied, pointing to the corpse of the Nazi lying on the ground.

Seeing the body of their enemy, the Bastards did not take long to understand what had happened during their absence. But it was necessary to be clear about it.

"Tell me (Y/N), what happened?" Aldo asked.

The young woman looked up at her lieutenant, and the Apache could see in the nurse's gaze anguish, shame, and immense sadness.

She tried to explain, but she could only let out a strangled sob. Her guilt was suffocating her.

"Don't worry, doll, I'm here!" reassured her Donny, who hugged her.

"Take your time. We will listen to you when you're ready," Simon said to her.

Catching her breath, the young woman began her story:

"I was doing some tidying up when he threw himself on me ... It went so fast that I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I defended myself as I could. I thought he was going to kill me. After that, everything happened so quickly. It became blurry. And I only stopped when I saw all this blood on my hands. "

She looked up at her companions, on the verge of tears:

"I know I had no choice but… I felt like I had betrayed Nightingale's pledge, and I was so afraid of your reaction!"

"(Y/N), don't be upset about it. We all know you fought back, and you did well. No one will blame you for stabbing a Fritz." Wicki told her.

"Still, you did not miss him: the Kraut is very messed up!" Hirschberg joked.

But seeing (Y/N) 's desperate face and the glare that his companions gave him, he realized that it was not the right time.

"Frankly, Hirschberg, just shut up!" Hugo sighed, rolling his eyes.

Night fell, and the Batards took advantage of the calm of the forest to feed and rest before the long journey that awaited them.

Recovering from his emotions, Y/N stayed close to Donny throughout the evening, seeking comfort from his lover.

Even though her guilt was starting to fade, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with what had happened. Of course, the war revealed the dark side of the human being, but the nurse hoped, deep down, that she would not fall into this trap.

"Is everything all right, princess?" Donny asked.

The young woman shyly nodded:

"I'm doing a little better..."

"Come on over there ..." her lover said softly, taking her against him.

(Y/N) let himself go into the sergeant's muscular, protective, and reassuring embrace.

"I understand that you are still shaken by what happened. But that does not change anything for me: you remain my ray of sunshine ... And the others think the same."

"Really ?"

"I swear to you: they were impressed that you, the most pacifist among us, killed a Nazi. And that proves that you are indeed one of us."

He reached into his pocket and handed her a necklace adorned with an angel medallion made of bluestone.

Without a word, she picked up the object and stared at it, fascinated, before returning her attention to Donny, who was staring at her fondly.

"Don't forget (Y/N): even if the blood still flows at your feet, even if it stains your clothes, even if it strews your face, you will always remain my immaculate angel ... And I'll always be here for you!"

To his relief, a moved smile lit up the face of the young woman who kissed him.

"Thank you for your trust!"

"Anytime, doll. Anytime."

They hugged with strength. The young nurse whispered:

"I love you, Don."

"I love you too, (Y / N)"

And as they were about to fall asleep, the young nurse had a calm mind: yes, the innocent do not shed blood, but as long as they are surrounded by those who love them, nothing can defile them.

And she knows her Bear Jew is watching over it.

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[after-l1fe]

All the characters as cats

MANE

Ell

The sweetest cat ever (perhaps a bit too much, won’t even kill a fly), he will bring you his favorite toys when you are sad to see if that makes you feel better and if you let him out not only will he definitely come back he will bring with him a flower or a cool thing he found.

Will never scratch you or your couch, also will always use his bathroom. When he’s hungry hell just place his paw on your hand and look at you.

Jamie

He seems like a lazy cat but he’s actually just slow and takes his time with things, he doesn’t do much, but he seems to always be watching the backyard and the plants that grow in there as if meditating.

Loves catnip, please give him some…

Ghilley

You could swear he’s asleep in your bed when you walk out of your room but just as you look outside and into the hallway there he is looking directly at you. The times you’ve gotten scared due to suddenly hearing a really loud ‘MEOOOWWWW’ behind you are countless.

You tried placing a collar with a little bell on it on his neck, he hated it and was able to take it off no matter how much you secured it.

He doesn’t ask you for food at all and most of the times he waits a longggg time till he eats.

Likes to hide his toys and he’s sometimes appeared at the top of really high places, how he got there you have no idea…

Licht

OMG don’t let this cat out, he goes running to every female cat he sees luckily he’s sterilized

He brings you lots of stuff from when you do let him out as a present.

He can’t be away from you for too long, he’ll start crying if you leave the house and you’ve gotten complains about the ‘dying cat’ when its actually him just really needy and in NEED cuddles and the only way he knows how to get them is by screaming.

DIE

Theo

Hates when you invite people to the house and will scratch them when you aren’t looking. If he sees you with a lot of people he’ll start scratching the couch and curtains, so you HAVE to go to him and stop his bad behavior.

Always sits on your lap to ‘stop’ you from going anywhere and staying with him. He follows you around all the time and panics (by throwing stuff from the shelves) if you don’t arrive at the time you always do.

Can’t stop cleaning himself and does so more than once a day, LOVES baths and if you leave the door open he’ll just get in the shower with you.

June

ALWAYS running around, he seems to never get tired…

Loves going outside and exploring every little thing he finds, if its cool he’ll bring it to you, and you MUST take it home and secretly throw it away or he will cry all night because he lost his cool looking rock ☹

Loves to sit down and watch movies with you.

Louis

Another cat that can’t help but clean himself daily, he likes to take baths and when you comb his fur.

Cries when you take his little toy mirror away, you got it in a cereal box and forgot to throw it out and now it seems like you cant or at least you shouldn’t if you don’t wanna make him cry.

Sits on top of whatever you are using so that you put attention to him.

Ethan

Super serious cat that never leaves your side, he once protected you from the attack of a butterfly, he was fearless and fought with great courage.

Great memory, he never gets lost outside.

Acts more like a dog sometimes, he stands by you like he’s ready to jump at any enemy that may appear like another butterfly or worse a MOTH

HESPERIDE

Sian

He seems to like meowing randomly but if you REALLY put attention to it, it kinda sounds like a song

He looks like a miniature grumpy cat 24/7 but is actually always wanting to cuddle you, careful tho if you pet him too much he’ll try to bite you, if he does it not even hard like its more of a way of telling you he’s had enough (if you look at him tho it looks like he’s lonely and wants more but he’ll never ask for it).

Super fast runner!

Cyrille

Really lazy cat he seems to be awful at sports and you’ve never seen him run.

Really curious cat, everything you bring in from outside MUST be inspected by him AT LEAST once, if he goes outside it’ll be a trouble to get him back in because he just can’t stop touching and sniffing stuff.

Kati

He NEEDS attention, if you don’t give it to him prepare for a screaming cat, stuff on the floor and an awful looking couch and curtains. If you try to catch him hell just run away for you to play with him even if just for a bit of time.

Runs super fast when he gets scared and he WILL bite you hard if you pull (or even touch) his tail, don’t do it you’ll regret it, even if you get to see his angry cute face… seriously… don’t… even if he looks so cute when mad…

Noah

Super terrified of dogs, even just hearing their barks from far away makes him jump a Little.

Pretty calm cat if you didn’t know the date he was born you’d say he’s a very old cat and you could count the times he’s meowed.

NOCTU

Nine

The most beautiful cat you’ve EVER seen, yet he hates to get pet too much and to stop you he’ll place his paw on top of your hand.

Is calm most of the time and doesn’t seem to like using too much strength.

Day

Cries when the lights are all off, storms also make him scared because most of the time they mean no light for a while…☹

Very active during the day, he can’t stop running around, when night comes he just likes to lay down next to you and finally sleep.

He couldn’t live without you; he loves you too much.

 Kirr

Loves to hunt butterflies and sometimes bigger more scary things like grasshoppers :o

He’s a very serious cat and he seems to always be there for you, once you screamed due to a spider, he was there instantly and killed it, to make you even happier he was sure to show you his success by bringing the spiders dead body to your bed, such a sweetheart right?!!

Loves eating! Even more if meat is in the menu.

Aitachi

Another meat lover, but this one is way cuter and more playful even if he seems to try to act serious all the time.

Hates water, don’t try to make him take a bath… YOU.WILL. REGRET.IT.

DILUCULO

Youseff

He loves to just sit by the window and watch as the people go by, kinda like meditating.

He is always there for you and if you feel sad he seems to know even before you do and starts cuddling up to you.

Shhhh you didn’t hear this from me but, normally he tries to keep his distance just a bit BUT give him catnip and he will be stuck to you like magic, he wont leave you alone or stop purring when you pet him.

Mori

You found out he had a routine of asking you for food, leaving the house, and then going house by house to get some food always acting like a stray cat so people had pity on him and they fed him…

He hates cold climate and he loves to get under the covers of your bed with you before going to sleep.

Quincy

He can be super mean to the strangers (strangers to him) you bring to your house, most of the times this means trying to trip them by walking between their legs meanwhile they’re walking.

He hates any sort of insect or reptile so every time he sees one he just freaks out and runs to you for help in killing the scary fluffy moth, you shouldn’t count on him to kill any spiders or flies that are in the house.

Verine

This cat always seems to be sneezing, you thought maybe the house was too cold, so you tried heating it up a bit… it didn’t work, perhaps too hot?... that has been going on for a while now and you honestly don’t know what it is, you’ve just given up at this point…

You once got ‘attacked’ by a fly in the house, he was brave and killed the fly for you only for him to faint shortly afterwards.

[hs-devote]

18. E X C L A M A T I O N

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter;

It took a few moments for Y/N to connected the dot. One thought came up yet she really didn't like this, “So, you said that Dale Jespersen–”

“Jaden Peesel and Randell are the same person, and he's Dale Jespersen.” 18. EXCLAMATION

Cutting someone off was rude. But, she didn't mind, for now, since she didn't think her tongue could spill whatever she was having in her head. However, what Douglas just said earlier made her blinked.

“How come?”

She tilted her head toward her boyfriend, watching Harry gave Douglas a keen look. His voice was surprisingly steady yet firm as always. His demeanour was nothing to worried about.

For now.

"Randell didn't take the payment through a bank account, the media paid him cash. Meanwhile, Dale's account was increasing high a week before the tape being published. His transaction record shows money out to Victoria's account three days since she sent the video to Jaden Peesel, and some certain amount made into his account in three consecutive days a week after the media gave the cash to Randell."

“He might look like shrewd, but he made one omission, Mr Styles.” Eric added, “Randell's signature is exactly the same with Dale Jespersen.”

Eric gave him a copy of agreement where Randell sold the video and the media must keep his identity secret. Then, gave him another one of Dale's signature.

How could Dale be smart and stupid at the same time?

“That's a stupid move if he wants to be anonymous but make an agreement like that." Roman murmured.

Douglass nodded, “Not only that, Victoria once sent a message to Dale that she succeeded to steal the tape from Ms Powell and sent it to Jaden Peesel and Randell's number. Here.”

The man gave Harry another copy transcript of the evidence, only made the CEO of Erskine furious. Y/N could tell her boyfriend now was suppressing his anger, it was clear from how hard he gripped the papers of evidence in his hand.

“Jaden Peesel and Randell are Dale Jesperson. Victoria Selley is the one who worked with him and it obvious that the two of them started this commotion."

“Fucking hell!”

Everyone flinched in their seats as Harry punch the table with his bare hand. The atmosphere felt thick and intense, no one dare to open their mouth. Y/N watched Harry lowered down his head, gripping his hair hardly and growling fumingly. Exhaling deeply, all she could do now is rubbing his back up and down to soothe him.

“But, what's the reason?" Elle cried, "Vic and I are best friends! We're good with each other!"

“At this point, Ms Powell," Allen began, "We all know Mr Styles and Dale Jespersen are eternal enemies if I could say. They haven't had a good relationship since back then. As for Victoria Selley, we don't know yet what her motive is. But, all I know is Victoria was bitter about her break up with Mr Styles."

“And now, both of them teamed up to take revenge on Harry.” Y/N mumbled, “How could they both know each other?”

“Those two are still on my list, Ms Y/L/N. After this meeting, we'll file this case immediately with all this evidence. We don't yet know their reason. However, they got arrest, we can get that answer."

All of them was mind-blowing. Never crossed her mind, someone who made this mess was the one who was always looking for trouble with Harry. Dissatisfied with the previous one, Dale now came up with a bigger issue. And to make the matters worse, he teamed up with someone she didn't think of.

“I don't know your friend is such a snake, Elle.” Sebastian sighed, “A true friend would never do that.”

“It all makes no sense. I can't believe it.” whined Elle, “We're still in touch until now for fuck sake!”

“How could you not see that, Elle. The fucking footage proves your rotten friend betrayed you. That bitch doesn't deserve to be called a friend.” Harry snarled, raising his head to stare at everyone in the room. Even though his eyes weren't on her, Y/N could feel he wasn't Harry. His persona turned 180 degrees different.

“I want that pile of shit and the cheap whore get arrested the day after tomorrow at most.” he seethed, “I don't care how much I will pay the police to quickly arrest them. I want the news of their arrest in three days. Widespread throughout the entire earth if necessary.”

Without any other words, he got up from the chair and exited the meeting room – leaving the loud bang of the door echoed in the air.

“I'll come with you. Because it's not only Mr Styles who's a disadvantage here, Ms Powell lost 30% of her contract just because of that." Roman spoke, "I believe we better go today."

“Just, just do what must be done, Allen, Mr Kane. And thanks for the hard work, also for Eric and Douglas." Y/N drew a heavy breath, "And for Elle, I'm sorry for all this mess. You're not the only one who hurt, many parties feel the impact."

“As for Harry, I believe he's unstable right now. You guys know how hard he holds his temper." she added.

“I'm sorry for that old video, Y/N. I intended nothing for keeping the video."

It felt like a dream for Elle being nice to her. Because the first time they met, Elle was uncomfortable with her. And how she was apologising about the tape, made nice progress. Y/N bit her lip before giving the woman a small smile, "It's the past we couldn't get rid of. Some of our younger behaviours are stupid, reckless, and questionable. This has all happened, so.." she shrugged, "The most important thing is, we have to quickly close this case so it doesn't get worse."

Elle frowned, “But, what stuck in my head is.. why?”

“Their reason is still mysterious, Elle. Once we meet them, we have to force them to speak.” she sighed, “No matter what.” . . . .

Some days were still needed before the files completed and submitted. At the same time, it was reported that Dale had submitted his resignation from Machtig. Even his house, which had been spied by Allen's worker, hadn't shown the slightest bit of activity during the last three days of spying.

It was no secret Harry went on a rampage. His current level of anger surpassed anything else, and it was the worst everyone have seen. It all went more and more disastrous when the client bluntly revealed the reasons for their backing out.

We couldn't work with 'someone' like you

How the hell Erskine have porn crazed man as their leader?

It would damage our image if we continued to work with Erskine

All of those made Harry almost destroy his own office. He was seeing red, the only thing he knew was a burning fire – as in his head and feelings right now. He felt like being surrounded by flames that were ready to devour him.

Erskine's stock fell dramatically, he was forced to close several branch offices that weren't profitable and resulted in laid-off his employees. This was the darkest stage in his life; never thought he would step into a black abyss like this.

Every night, Y/N would always accompany Harry on late-night meeting with the finance staffs, HR staffs, and several related divisions to calculate how much money left for Erskine could pay their employees. And it ended with them deciding which candidate to get layoff next.

This wasn't an easy task to write down the names of employees to be fired. Harry knew his soon-to-be fired employees have obligations and responsibilities of their families. However, it was the best choice and he hoped they would understand and get a better job.

How was Marcel doing?

Oh, the man loved it so much.

The anger, the stress, the betrayal burnt his emotion and let Marcel smirked in his glory. Marcel was still Marcel, with his arrogance and extremely temper. The broken door, shattering glass, and pieces of papers were his masterpiece. All the shouting and yelling were him. The office atmosphere was unpleasant and less comfortable. Even when Harry or him passed in front of the employees, everyone seemed afraid albeit in their hearts, Y/N knew they didn't like him. All they could do was stay silent rather than be his target or be the next employee to get layoff.

But, one thing surprised her. He could be a little rational when in a meeting even though a few harsh words slipped out. Hell, even he was nice enough to her.

If he barked at employees, tore their papers, slammed doors in their faces, or smashed glass to intimidate them, Marcel was never more than scowled at her – unlike their first encounter.

Of course in this kind of state, Marcel was more dominant than Harry. No wonder if Marcel was more present than her actual boyfriend. And it made her worry since it had been five days in a row Harry couldn't switch his position. Y/N had started to panic, she couldn't think of Harry wouldn't come back again.

“How's he doing?”

“Awful.” she sighed, “I don't know what to do any more, Niall.”

Since Marcel had been here long enough than Harry, and of course he missed the therapy, Y/N took initiative to meet with Niall herself – without Marcel knowing. She was sure Marcel would go mad if he found out that she secretly met Niall to fix him. Both of them now were in a coffee shop somewhere in Borough, and had been talking for half an hour – about none other than Harry Styles.

“Where is he now?”

“In his penthouse. The last time I checked he was playing FIFA when I said goodbye.”

Niall raised an eyebrow, “And Erskine?”

“We're on the most critical stage since it was founded, according to the legal team. Marcel even want to retire and sell the company for fuck sake!”

“H would smack him for that.”

“Absolutely," she nodded, "Since the client doubt Harry's performance and scoffs at our leader is a porn star – according to them, we now just have five companies remaining. And we don't know if when they will announce the back out."

“I'm sorry for that, Y/N.” Niall smiled apologetically, “God knows how strong you're guys.”

“That's why we think to change the CEO's position temporarily until Harry and Erskine are completely clean from this case.” she shrugged, “At least it may growth their trust again, while we rest Harry and help him to find his way back.”

“How did he respond that?” Niall sipped his coffee, “That's a huge step.”

“The directors and I haven't told him yet. But I think, we'll kinda lie at him. Says he definitely needs his leave while someone will take over the position. And of course, we'll lend that important seat to the rightful person."

“Do you have the name?”

“We have. But, I'll discuss this thing with his mother first. It's her late husband's company after all.”

“If I could be honest, Y/N, this is the most Marcel has been in Harry's body in consecutive days. And if we don't help him, it might get worse than we thought. I bet he threw the medicines away.” he stared at her, “Why don't you take him on holiday? It can help him to clear his mind.”

Y/N squinted her eyes, “Don't you think it's a bit risky? He'll reject it at very second.”

“From what I've heard from you, Marcel was likely growing an attachment with you." he smiled, "Which something I was surprised."

“Take the advantage and bring Harry back with us. I can't lose my best friend and we'll work together for that, Y/N.” . . . .

To Y/N dismay, Marcel rejected her offer first, said it wasn't important. Yet, she managed to persuade him and said he needed some time away to shut off this mess. She wouldn't take a risk to bring him far away from London, and her choice fell on Windermere.

The natural beauty of England's largest lake could be enjoyed directly through the cottage she rented for a week. She didn't know how many days they would need, that made her rent the contemporary property for the whole week. The house was lying on the shores of the lake, offering four bedrooms with four bathrooms also. The kitchen and dining space holding magnificent views across the lake, not to mention they had private shoreline and jetty mooring. Such a unique escape and worth the four hours drive from home.

It had been three days they were there and Harry seemed to be enjoying his rest here. The new situation and different vibes calmed him and made Marcel less frequent. Everything Harry did was cycling around the district, took a long walk, even swimming in the Lake Windermere. The lake itself was well-known as the largest and deepest in England, it made her nervous because Harry was so stubborn and insistent to do wild swimming there.

However, a few things happened and made him changed upon his return. If he left as Harry, he would back as Marcel. Like this morning, he was her Harry. But, when he got back after finished his jog, his aura was different. He was cursing all the time, ignoring her questions. And from that moment, she knew he was Marcel.

“What happened, Harry? You were fine this morning." Y/N asked her tenth question for him, didn't give up to get the answer she wanted. She knew the man who was drinking in front of her was Marcel, but if he didn't want to answer, Y/N would find it difficult to find out the case.

“That fucking asshole got on my nerves,” grunted him, “He threw his water on me. Who does he think he is?!”

She raised an eyebrow, “He threw water on you? What was the reason?”

“Like the hell I care?” he rolled his eyes, “But, I think the bloody nose will teach him the lesson.”

“Harry.” Y/N stressed her words, her legs stepping closer to him, “Did you punch him?”

“Of fucking course! What do you expect me to do? Doing nothing like an idiot?” Marcel tilted his head, “He got my face wet, and I got his nose wet. Paid off.”

Her shoulder fell off, "The wet is a different kind, Harry. But, you just punched him, right? Nothing more serious?"

“Why do you ask me like that, darling?" he smirked, "That's a bit weird. You seem don't mind me punching someone."

She gulped, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that Marcel brought his face closer. His eyes which although almost resembled Harry's, still kept her struck in the place. Albeit Marcel inhabits the body of her lover, the feeling of intimidation by someone who wasn't so familiar still made her skin tingled.

“That better than you drown him on the lake.” she murmured, yet at once she cursed her stupidity for saying like that. She had to quickly cover it before Marcel got suspicious, “I'm joking. I don't know if he was rude to you or not but I think he kinda deserved it if he had no reason to threw his water.”

“You're funny," he shook his head before pulling his face away and walked inside, "Would you fancy home-cooked meal? I'm not into a take away for today."

“Would you do the dish afterwards?" Y/N wiggled her eyebrow, looking at Marcel who was digging the shelves in the kitchen. One thing she liked about him was, he loved cooking more than Harry. Harry loved to cook, but not as often as Marcel if he was here. Marcel would almost cook every day if he was present, even though he had a rough day or his anger was on the cloud.

“Only if you clean the table beforehand.”

“Only clean the table?”

“You heard me m'lady.”

“Deal.”

. . . .

The holiday originally was for them only. But, Y/N invited Anne to come two days before their return to London. This short escape was help Harry to rest and gather his energy, as evident from Marcel that barely appeared since he admitted he punched someone's nose.

The morning was only seven straight, Harry was still sleeping safe and sound while Y/N just opened her eyes five minutes ago. His heavy arm draped her naked side tightly with his other one was folded behind his head. She brought her fingers running along his chiselled jaw, down to his lower lip and made a stop in the chin. He was so peaceful and fragile when he was sleeping, yet once he opened that damn gorgeous pair of green eyes, he would turn into a solid one.

Her memory took her back to the last night sex. She didn't lie when she said both of them were sex-crazed. They were always constantly had sex everywhere or whenever they had the chance. Either a wild one or the gentle one. Y/N also didn't understand why her intercourse activity was high, whereas previously with Elliott, she wasn't that frequent to have sex.

She drew a smile remembering how beautiful the sunset was while she moaned Harry's name. Since their bedroom had windows overlooking the lake, it was a nice addition to heeding their sex activities. The warm sunlight cast Harry's beautiful face sweating as he deepened his thrust, grunting deeply while the woman beneath him squinted her eyes in pleasure. And when they both reached their high together, the sky was already dark since the sun had gone down, their hot bodies shivered from the cold wind kissed their body.

Hell, even thinking about that made her down there throbbing nervously.

Y/N never denied that Harry was the greatest sex she ever had. His little seductive comment would always get her wet. And sometimes made her think there was something wrong with her because she was so easily aroused.

She was too busy with her own daydream to notice that Harry had opened his eyes and was watching his girlfriend stroking his cheek slowly. He intentionally didn't make the slightest sound or movement, waiting for Y/N to realise that he was awake.

“Enjoying me that much?”

The way his morning voice was raspy and thick out of his mouth, startled the girl all of sudden. Her hand jerked away from his smooth cheek, tucking it below her chin. Harry giggled of the way she blinked her eyes, before throwing the sharp look on him.

“Good morning, baby.” he snuggled closer to her neck with arms tightening around her waist, his naked fingers drawing the circle on her lower back seductively.

“Good morning, golden.”

“Golden?” raised an eyebrow, Harry gave her a questionable look while head tilted up to her. “What's golden?”

She hummed, stroking his sharp jawline playfully, “Mmhm. The way your face lit up when the ray of sunshine glistened your pretty face, it has the golden beauty, H.”

“Such an unusual nickname,” he shrugged, “But, I like the definition.”

“Glad to hear that.”

“Anyway," he sighed, placing his palm on her hip instead, "Mum will come today, right? What time will she arrive? I think we can get her from the station?"

“Around four? But, she told me earlier we don't need to pick her up since she will take a taxi to get here.”

“All right,” he yawned, “Let me stay still like this for a bit before we have breakfast.” said him before nudged his head on the crook of her shoulder, his index finger stroking her hip gently.

Harry and Y/N were silent for five minutes, didn't say a word – just enjoying the closeness to each other. She almost fell back asleep if Harry's cheeky hands went down her stomach, teasing her down there. She gulped and whined at the same time when his fingers nudged her core, playing with her clit before gone to feeling her inner thigh.

“Harry..”

“Darling..”

A frustrated sigh was coming from her mouth when Harry rolled his finger up and down her cunt, feeling the sticky and wetness of her before taking the next step that made Y/N shake. She let out a whimper when his thumb nudged her clit, moaning deeply when she felt his two fingers being pushed into her.

“My sweetheart is always wet and ready for me.” he hummed in her ear, still with his fingers pumping in and out of her, “Such a beautiful morning, yeah? Me and you, after our endless sex last night and waking up aroused and loaded.”

“Harry..” she whined, her chest rose up and down to catch the breath since she was running out of the oxygen. And all of that because how magically his fingers worked her out.

“Come for me, baby. Come in my fingers, I know you need that. Want you to clench my fingers.” muttered him while fastening his fingers' thrust on her, “Do it, darling. Do it for me.”

Harry didn't need much time for lifted his body and hovering the girl he was fingering, while he added the third finger, he leaned down to kiss her. A satisfaction smirk formed on his lips when Y/N buckled her hip and lolling her head, feeling the overwhelmed of his three fingers working on her. She cried out when her man picked up the speed, only for made her moan even more.

“Harry..”

He kissed her throat, “Such a good girl. You feel so good.”

Y/N felt that. Her stomach twisted in pleasure while she screamed out his name, feeling the high came to reach her. Harry smiled, shaking his head looking down at his wet-sticky fingers after he pulled out. Bringing them on his mouth, he licked all of them clean.

She was gasping for a breath while her eyes set off of her boyfriend who was licking her sweetness on him. Her droopy eyes stared dreamily on him, watching the way he was naked with all of his glory and his pride resting stiffly between his thick thighs. She gulped, thinking how easy for him to get horny and now, the way his length sprung confidently in front of him, she was sure they wouldn't get off this bed for another hour.

“Your cock is cocked.” she bluntly said, giving him an unbelievable look.

“Love that my baby paid attention,” he chuckled, “Thinking you can handle the loaded morning?”

“I th–”

The way Harry frowned over the ringing phone showing he was annoyed. He was about to fulfil his lust but the damn call in disturbed their morning. Y/N giggled softly when Harry moved away from the bed and stomped his footsteps, acting like an annoyed little kid.

“It's Allen." he murmured while looking at the bright screen, then exchanging a look with Y/N.

“Harry." she gave him a warning look before shaking her head – no. Along they spent the time here, both of them agreed to not picking up a work call. Whatever it was. She wanted to make this short holiday their temporary escape from work, she just wanted to unwind and forget about problems for a moment.

“This must be important." he looked at her, like he was asking permission, "Please?"

If it was Allen, something must have happened. And Harry was right; if Allen called him, he would deliver important news. And maybe, maybe it would bring some relief for both of them considering how much they were facing right now.

“Put on the speaker, I don't want you to take the news yourself."

Harry just nodded, before swiped up his screen and put his phone on the bed – leaving the speaker on. She mouthed a thank you, then focusing on what Allen would tell them.

“Allen?”

“Hello, Harry. How are you? How's the holiday?”

He stole a glance from her before shrugging his shoulder, “I'm fine, thanks. The holiday is.. amazing. What made you call me, Allen?”

“Something with the case, H.”

Again, he looked at Y/N who was also staring at him. The way they exchanged looks telling each other they didn't know what the lawyer would tell him. Y/N just nodded her head, letting her boyfriend continue.

“And.. what's that?”

“We knew we've taken this case to legal action. With all of the evidence lead to Dale Jespersen and Victoria Selley, they were being sought while this escalates the lawsuit in court. Victoria Selley has been arrested at her house, but for Dale Jespersen, they still couldn't find them." he paused, "We have a suspicion that he changed his identity. Or the worst, fled out of England."

“I thought you should know what to do, Allen." he scoffed, "Spread out his picture and activity record! Ban him for travelling overseas. Should I be the one who tells you such a simple thing like this?"

The rage on his eyes wasn't something difficult to understand, Y/N might never know what it was like if she was him for now, but she knew well the anxiety and anger flooded on him. She couldn't reprimand him who was currently yelling at his lawyer, all she did was wait for him. She flinched when he was screaming at the top of his lung at Allen when he got the dissatisfaction, only to get him angered even more. Raised her hand to try to ease him, she was flabbergasted when Harry quickly shoved her palm away – grabbing his mobile phone and walked out of their room. Y/N could no longer her Allen's voice, it seemed her boyfriend had turned off the speaker.

Harry never shied away from her, no matter what.

She didn't know what are they talking any more or how he cursed his lawyer. She would take a guess he was on the other side of the cottage, or even on the patio. But, that was impossible considering he was still naked. He didn't even take his shorts on him before walking out!

“Fucking moron!”

No, it wasn't the curse made her flinch. The way Harry slammed hard the door made her jump on the skin, along with the banging wooden table. She just prayed that Harry didn't break something here, but she had to get prepared – especially Anne would come today. She didn't want Marcel's presence today.

Should she do that?

Her phone was in her hands, but she was still hesitant to call someone she wanted to ask for help. She didn't want to bother that person, especially they were on holiday. However, her determination was unanimous when another slamming door being heard again. Y/N didn't know if it was still Harry, or Marcel. Quickly she found a name in her contact and pressed the call button without hesitation.

. . . .

Anne knocked on their door exactly at four while her son was out from an hour ago. Both of the women hugging each other before Y/N helped Anne with her suitcase, and of course the mother would ask her son whereabouts since it was only Y/N who opened the door for her.

“Harry is out. I think he's taking a walk, or cycling?” Y/N mumbled after escorted Anne to her room.

Anne just nodded, but, she quickly noticed something was wrong when her son's girlfriend looked off. Squinting her eyes, she took Y/N's arms and bring her down to sit with her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? You look.. off.”

A nervous laugh came out from Y/N's mouth, "I'm fine. It's just.. well, Harry is in a bad mood today, so don't be surprised if he's a little grumpy."

“You two didn't fight, did you?” Anne frown, “Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, no. We didn't fight. We're fine, really fine.”

“Good then. The bruised on your neck told me so.”

Y/N gaped at what Anne just said, her face flushed in embarrassment and reflexively covered her neck. While she was feeling awkward, Anne just winked at her – laughing softly before patted her arm.

“Do you want me to look around? We have our private dock and I believe you'll like it.” she quickly changed the subject, hoping Anne would do that. She couldn't linger staring at the older woman after she was being caught for her sex life.

“Sure. This cottage is so pretty, you know?” Anne smiled, getting up from the bed and went out with Y/N.

“Definitely. I rented this right away when I saw the description.”

Y/N happily guided Anne to each room while Anne admired every corner of the cottage they rent. She squealed in surprise when her eyes caught an outside hot tub with the lake viewing. But, the things she liked the most were the massive kitchen and the terrace with the beautiful lake view every day.

“How's him, Y/N? How's Harry coping with all those problems?” asked Anne, sitting in the iron chair. Her eyes stared warmly at Y/N, soft yet worries smile adorned her lips, “He wouldn't tell me about that in the slightest, and I'm worried about him if he keeps it to himself.”

“The good news, Anne, we're going to file a lawsuit in court with all valid evidence we have, and I'm sure Harry will win this case. One of the subjects has been arrested while the main man is still out there. And it leads to the bad news."

“That was... fast?”

Y/N nodded, "I know. But, it's not – according to Harry. He thinks Allen and his team are taking too long to deal with all of these, and he has been emotionally unstable since Allen called him this morning for only told him another subject still hasn't caught."

“And.. Erskine? Lucas would take over his job for a while, wouldn't he?"

“It's the best choice at the moment. We thought with Harry being so unstable controlling his anger lately, and the client's currently waning trust in him – we asked your nephew to help us at our headquarter since he already understands his duties and not someone else for the company – especially he's the family. I apologise if our plan is presumptuous, we're just trying to keep your family's business."

“I understand, Y/N. Lucas told me your plan to try to foster the client's trust by temporarily changing Harry's position. He also said you guys lost a lot of clients, and that's obviously a big problem." Anne sighed, "This isn't easy for my son."

“I can't even imagine being him, Anne. With so much to endure, he must be so depressed. I don't blame him for always having a hard time holding back his anger.” she mumbled, “He didn't even take his medicine! He needs them to help him relax.”

The sound of the opened gate made the two woman pause, turning their gaze to Harry's figure who had just returned. Anne hurriedly walked in to meet him in the hallway, while Y/N following behind her. Harry wasn't so surprised to see his mother in front of him, he quickly greeted her and hugged the woman who gave birth to him.

“I'm going upstairs. Just call me if the dinner was ready." he gave them a small nod before jog up to the second floor. Y/N just smiled apologetically at Anne who was shrugging her shoulders, "That's what worries me."

“Was he like that from the start of this holiday?”

“He was unstable. He was fine at first, but if something ticked him, he just threw rude or harsh word. Then, this morning became worst – like what I told you before. He was screaming, even slamming the door.”

Anne pinched her temple, “I'll try to talk to him at dinner. Maybe he'll listen to his mother. He shouldn't be so tense on his break time.”

. . . .

“What are you doing here?”

Yesterday, exactly when Harry was on the phone with Allen, Y/N took a risky decision. With doubts put aside, she called Niall for advice. Since their holiday should go well, it turned a little unpleasant because a few small things bothered Harry and even got Marcel had the chance to swap their positions. Being the kindest person he was, Niall offered to visit them. Mainly last night Y/N sent him a message that Harry or Marcel, had yelled at Anne. And that wasn't a nice thing to see.

How did Anne respond? Of course, she was shocked. Her son had never yelled at her for such a small thing. No, Anne wasn't angry. Anne was concerned and worried about him.

Niall's smiled faltered when his blue eyes seeing Harry was standing in front of him. The way his best friend's green eyes showed displeasure at his presence, and from then on he could tell Harry was in a complete mess.

“I met him at a cafe not far from here this morning, he was ordering his breakfast when I said hello. Turn out he's in a symposium. And I invited him over for lunch.” Y/N lied, exchanging the look with Niall beside her. Impossible for her to be honest with her boyfriend, he could have thrown his best friend out if she intentionally invited Niall to come over.

“Hello, H. It's been so long since your last session.” Niall shrugged, “How are you?”

“Fine,” Harry muttered, then he flicked his eyes to her, “Mum was asking for you. She needs your help with the noodles.”

She nodded, “All right.” then smiled to both men, “I'll leave you two.”

Y/N rushed to meet Anne in the kitchen while occasionally glancing out the window watching Harry and Niall who started talking while walking towards the patio.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Anne threw a question while stirring her pot, “Is he suspicious?”

“I told him I met Niall just this morning and he's on.. a business trip, kind of. Then, I asked him to come over.” she answered, “He was a little unfriendly to Niall. But, he did nothing.”

“I just wish he could open up to his friend, at least. Maybe he's a bit hesitant to talk with me.” Anne sighed, “I can't believe he hesitated to talk to his mother or girlfriend.”

“Maybe he would feel comfortable talking to another male."

If only Anne knew..

Niall was her son's doctor, a psychiatrist. It was very easy for a professional like him to get Harry to talk to him. He wasn't only acting like a best friend, but also a doctor to his patients. And Y/N put hopes on Niall, so at least her boyfriend could hold his emotions and let this short getaway be a success for him to calm down.

“Harry doesn't look that tense any more. The way he's standing more relaxed now.”

“Should we call them in? I think they'll be more comfortable talking with stomach full.”

Anne just smiled and nodded while preparing the plates. The conversation between Niall and Harry stopped as she slid the door and invite them for the lunch.

During the lunch, Harry had his mouth shut closed – just enjoying his meal. Sometimes it made Niall had to led the conversation so he would join them. Y/N and Anne sighed in relief when Harry was laughing a little for whatever jokes that Niall said. At least, that's a good thing Y/N had seen since he received the call from Allen.

Talking about that, Harry still hadn't told her what made him so annoyed when his lawyer called him. She also didn't dare to ask him straight forward, just let him took his time to come and told her – if he wanted to.

The sun was getting dimmer, and Niall was still talking with Harry – took him to the dock and making Harry unconsciously undergo his therapy session. It took them almost two hours before they get back inside.

Y/N paced back and forth waiting for Niall in the hallway, while peeking at him who was saying goodbye to Harry and Anne. She exhaled in relief when Niall approached her at the door.

“Is it done?” she bit her lip, whispering to Niall since she didn't want Harry to hear them.

“He's fine,” Niall nodded, “He's unstable, even when I talked to him his emotions were volatile. His resentment towards Dale greatly affected his mood.”

She lowered his voice, “Was Marcel there? He showed up this morning, I think. It was when his lawyer called him.”

“Even Harry behaved as normally as possible, I think a third of our conversation – I spoke to Marcel. And that was the most friendly conversation with Marcel. If usually he always bitter to me, he just told about his grudge and disgust – albeit he had snap at me beforehand.”

“Will he be okay? Do you think this will be successful?” she worried, “He could stay away from his phone and not think too much about all of these. But, Harry is still Harry.”

“Honestly, he refused when I asked him to take his medicine. Which I think it was Marcel who refused me, not Harry. But, you may try dissolving the medicine and mix it with his food.”

“I'll try.” she mumbled, then smiling sincerely, “Thank you so much for taking your time to come here. That's very helpful.”

“My pleasure, Y/N. I happen to be in Leeds, so not that far to drive here. Besides, I'm also worried about him.” he sighed, scratching his nose, “How's Erskine, anyway? Heard from him, he has no more control in the company.”

“He's exaggerating too much. Lucas, his cousin, currently takes his place for a moment only until Erskine gets its clients back. His job is nothing more than restoring public confidence in Erskine. When it starts to recover, Harry will return to the office.”

“Fine then. I hope everything goes well.” Niall smiled, “I should go now. Thank you for the lunch.”

“You don't wanna stay for dinner?”

“Ah, thank you. But, I have to go back to Surrey tomorrow morning.”

Y/N nodded in understanding, then escorted him out and waited until his car left her cottage. A small smile on her lips faded when she turned around – finding her boyfriend standing just a few feet away. The man was just silent while staring at her, his eyes sharp made her shudder.

“Harry?” mumbled her, taking a few step forward carefully. Her eyes were still staring at him who hadn't respond. Her heart rumbling, was it Marcel in front of her right now?

“Mar–”

“You invited him on purpose, why?”

Y/N froze. Did Harry hear her conversation with Niall? Since when was he standing there?

She wanted to lie, but if she did, Harry would be furious at her. His cold voice indicated that he didn't like what he has accused of her. And she had no choice.

“I talked to him about your session. And he told me he was in Leeds and would come over if he had time.” she said, “And then he came over. So, I assumed he had spare time.”

“And you lied to me.”

“I have no intention of lying to you, H.” she pleaded, “I was just asking for an advice and he offered to help, by coming over.”

She wasn't lying but that wasn't the truth.. her inner goddess facepalmed.

Harry snickered, shaking his head, “Don't lie to me.”

“H..”

“What are you hiding from me?!”

She paused her step when Harry shouted at her. Her heart was beating wildly yet he still dared to look into his eyes. She wasn't sure, was this Harry or Marcel?His irises were still bright like Harry's, but suddenly darkened a second later – before brightened again.

“I'm not hiding anything from you.” whispered her, “Don't you trust me?”

A deep frown formed on the forehead when Harry was laughing, shaking his head like she just told him something funny. But, what came out of his mouth struck her.

“How can I trust you if you lie to me? What's your intention brought Niall here? Trying to give me a ted talk and tell me everything is gonna be okay?! Bullshit, Y/N! All is not well.”

His loud yelling made her shrink and it was depressing. It might not be good for her to lie to her boyfriend but she did it for his good. She just wanted him to recover and stay positive through the problems.

“Harry, can you lower your voice, please? I don't want Anne to hear." she begged, "I'm sorry if you don't feel that way and I don't understand how you feel. But, this isn't the end. Soon, you'll be free. Victoria had been arrested, and the case still running while they hunt Dale down. Once he's caught, everything will slowly return to normal."

Taking a step closer, Y/N placed her palm on his bicep – stroking the tense muscle, trying to ease him. “At least your anger and resentment will pay off.”

Harry roughly brushed her hand away, looking at her sarcastically then left her alone.

“Don't repeat that bullshit again," he scoffed from the dining room, "How will everything be all right? You don't know how hard it is to grow trust. Not everything will be. Maybe for you, but not for me. Everything won't be the same."

“Harry,” she walked to him who was standing by the sliding door, looking through a glass the like across them, “We'll go through this together. If everything will no longer be the same, we'll face it together. And I believe, good fortune will be on our side.”

Y/N thought Harry heard her when he didn't argue. Yet, she was wrong when the man smirked at her. He turned his body to face her with his eyes gazed at her so scornful.

“How many times have I told you, how can I trust you after you lied to me about that fucking doctor?”

“HOW CAN!?”

She flinched when his loud voice rang in her ears, reflexively kept her head away from him. She didn't lie when she felt like wanted to cry. This was the first time Harry screamed at her after a long time. The feelings of worry and disappointment stirred in her heart.

“How can I trust you when you have another intention with that fucking psychiatrist?! How can I trust you after you made my directors agreed to have Lucas as your new boss and kicked me out of my own company?!” he screeched, “How can I trust anyone when they can betray me?!”

“How could you say that?" her voice trembled, "I don't kick you out from your own company. We all know Lucas is just for clout. You still hold the highest position, and the most important one."

“You know very well I hate a liar, Y/N.” he rolled his eyes, “I can't just believe what you say while you keep a lot of things to hide. I don't know as much and as important as how much you cover up. I can't believe with people around me just like that.” he growled, “Everyone always put on a mask before it finally disappointed me.”

“I don't hide anything from you! Why are you doubting me, H?" she cried out, "If I lie or was pretending in front of you, why am I always beside you? Don't you think I'm not tired? I'm exhausted! I'm exhausted of all these problems!" her panting breath suffocated her, "Who's not tired of dealing with problems of someone disordered?"

Harry clenched his teeth, “Watch your mouth, Y/N. You can't carelessly call me abnormal.”

“I don't call you abnormal? You're just.. different.”

“And now you're just lying to me.”

“Harry?” she looked at him shocked, “I'm not lying to–”

“Yes, you're. You just called me abnormal, different, someone with disordered and won't admit it. What's the difference between abnormal, different, and disordered?"

“Don't twist my words, Harry..”

“Fucking liar!” He violently hit the glass door until she could feel the vibration, her breath caught off when he leaned forward – staring at her coldly while his raged breath kissed her skin. She noticed his pupils were dilated and irises grew darker with face reddened with anger. Was Harry so annoyed with her?

“I'm not fucking liar!" she shook her head, "Stop accusing me of being a liar!"

“Then, what's the right nickname for you?” he challenged, “A fucking slut?”

Hearing your significant other uttered something that you never imagined before, of course it would break your heart. Y/N had never thought before her Harry would shatter her feelings – her heart. Especially she was aware enough it was really him who said that, not another one. When the rude nickname slid out of his mouth, she looked him in disbelief. The way her eyes flashed how upset she was, her breath was short as if there was something suffocated her.

“Excuse me, Harry?” her voice was low, “A slut? Really? What do you mean by that?”

“What other nicknames suits you if you don't want to–”

“I'm not a fucking slut!”

This was the first time, and Y/N hoped would be the last time, she raised her voice in front of Harry. They would never yell at each other if they got into a small argument. For Harry himself, it was no secret he had shouted in her face, well it was Marcel actually, but what he just said was completely out of his own soul. Somehow if he was annoyed and uncomfortable, everything would look wrong for him. Even if he could be honest, he thought this holiday was useless since that made it difficult for him to monitor his company, and all of the problem he had.

“What's better than slut for someone moaned another man's name when she had sex with her boyfriend?" he laughed derisively, his eyes refused to look at his girlfriend who saw him with a dropped jaw.

“Are you fucking mental, Harry? When did I ever do that?" she gritted her teeth, "Don't make up something that–"

“Marcel was laughing at me after that night. He's always bragging how he could make you moan his name.”

It was like being thrown to the bottom of the ocean when Harry muttered something she never expected. She was dizzy, she felt she couldn't breathe. The nape of her neck was hot, her tongue locked leaving her speechless. She never found out Harry knew the accident that night, in which they were – or she and Marcel, drunk and ended up taking off each other's clothes, – and you knew what happened the rest. In her mind, he never remembered it since he was drunk and never brought it up later.

“And you just realised it, Y/N?” he tilted his head with the look in his eyes was piercing through her heart, “You don't know how disgusting it was to see you fucking him, Y/N.”

“And now tell me..” his chest panted, “WHAT'S MORE FITTED ON YOU THAN A SLUT!?”

His voice boomed around the cottage making Y/N turned her head away. She could feel the flames of rage roiling within him, and she wasn't brave enough to go any further. Her heart pained by the way he called her, but she realised that Harry was hiding his pain and pretended that he didn't know that his lover was having sex with another man.

“Harry, we were drunk that night and–”

“And you realised that he wasn't me, didn't you? And yet you still let him fucked you.” he scoffed, “You were aware he's Marcel, Y/N.”

“I– ”

Harry turned his body, his hands crossed on his chest. And at that time, Y/N wanted to cry because she couldn't recognise the eyes was staring at her. No, not whose eyes they belonged to. But, the way he was looking at her like she was a trash.

“Or maybe you enjoyed being fucked by Marcel?”

“Harry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–”

Her trembling voice was refuted by him who looked so done, "You don't know the feeling. My heart broke to see you did that but on the other hand I couldn't do anything. I am sick of being helpless when something that should be mine is being used by others."

“Now, tell me, Y/N. What would you feel if you were me?”

Y/N shook her head, her eyes were squinting. No, she couldn't imagine it. She couldn't imagine it because she didn't want her heart break. She couldn't imagine the disappointment she had to accept.

“Why, Y/N? Why did you do it? Why did you let it happen?”

She shuddered, his whisper right in her ear made the goosebumps appeared on her skin. She could feel how close his face was to her right now albeit her eyes still shut closed, refusing to look at his eyes. She couldn't bear the eyes of someone who disappointed with her.

“Do you want him instead?”

“TELL ME!”

With the blink of an eye, Harry grabbed her hand and pushed her down to the floor, sending her squeezed into the corner of the kitchen. His rough behaviour once again made her frozen in place, never in her head she thought he could rude to him. And this was Harry, not Marcel.

His slow steps took him to the woman who was curled in the corner. She gulped harshly when he squatted in front of her. She couldn't make a sound, her adrenaline was racing, her heart was pounding with fear. She felt like a lonely deer ready to be pounced on by a hungry tiger.

“How could I trust someone who lied to me?” he worked his jaw, “And the most pathetic thing is, she's someone who's important. But, she played me with lies and bullshit.”

“I'm not, H..” her voice quaked, “I'm not lying anything. And for Marcel incident, I couldn't say how wrong I was.”

“You know I don't like liars and traitors, Y/N. We've talked about this before. I even entrusted my big secret to you but this is what I got?” his voice was cold, sharp and heart-wrenching, “You have no idea how disgusted I am for thinking my girlfriend fucking someone. And both of them seemed enjoyed it so much.”

“Harry..” she began to sob, “I don't mean that way..”

He got up, walking away from her. With a huff, he paced back and forth in front of her. For a moment, he rubbed his face before shaking his head with a chuckle. She cautiously watching him carefully, she didn't dare enough to move from there since her body becoming numb.

“We both knew we enjoyed that night, darling.”

She had never turned her head this fast, staring at him who suddenly was standing in front of her. Oddly enough, he was smiling at her. Smiling like he wasn't mad at her like a few moments ago. And now, she recognises the pair of eyes that always haunted her nightmare. She saw Marcel there, smiling sickly at her.

“What do you want, Marcel?" she growled at her, muster up the courage to confront the creator of all these messes, "Don't you feel enough? Don't you feel enough to ruin Harry's life? My life?"

“Oh, darling.” he cooed sweetly, “He was very upset. He was crying because he couldn't stop me and saw with his own eyes how much you enjoyed our sex.”

“I was drunk, Marcel.”

“I'm aware. But, whose name did you moan that night? Harry or me?” he smirked, “I'm flattered that you knew I was there and still let me made you orgasm.”

“Stop it, Marcel.”

“Why? I'm talking the truth, am I?” he arched an eyebrow, “You have no idea how much I missed the feeling of your skin on me. Can we do that again? And maybe give Harry a little show?”

Y/N didn't think twice as she stood up to attack Marcel. She didn't care that the person in front of her now shared the same body as Harry. All she wanted was to punch Marcel. But, he quickly stepped back before turning his body away.

“No! Go away, Marcel.”

She heard he was talking to Marcel. Was this Harry talking to Marcel?

“Stop!”

He grabbed his own hair with knees fell to the floor. He grimaced, as if in pain, with his fingers still tangled between the roots – pulling them harder. Y/N hesitated. What should she do? Should she approached him or keeping the distance?

Because what she was paying attention to at this time, Harry was trying to prevent Marcel from taking over. His hoarse voice repeatedly saying no to the person who tried to control his mind.

Yet, everything went silent when no more sound came out of his mouth. Only their ragged breath filled the open air. Y/N still huddled in the corner while Harry still backing her. She thought this was the right moment for her to approach him. She got up and took her steps painfully slow, hand reached out to touch her boyfriend's arm. Her heart was pounding so heart like she could hear them clearly in her ear, cold sweat pouring down her neck like she was about to experience something. Everything was so quiet, painfully quite that it scared her. Never once did she feel like this even when Marcel was around.

“Harry?”

Not for a second she landed her hand on his arm, the man quickly turned his body making her flinched. She didn't know why Harry scared her so much with the way he glared at her. She ventured back into touching him, but what happened next made her gasped – again. He pushed her again until she fell near the dining table, made her head hit the edge of the table. What's wrong with him?

“What's wrong with you?” she cried out, touching her temple which seemed to be swollen. Hell, she wanted to scream at him. She really understood his emotions were unstable but pushing her away wasn't something nice.

“Sometimes I think, maybe it was a mistake to let you knew my secret.” he murmured, eyes looking away from her, “At the end of the day, you would use that for your own good.”

“Pardon?”

“I trusted you with my secret. I trusted you with him. If I never told you about him, I would never see you were fucking with him!”

Harry thought everything would be fine if he pretended to know nothing. Yet, every time he thought about it, his chest was aching. Like something was giving him a pressure. The feeling of betrayal and guilt, always haunted his heart and mind. He felt betrayed by the two of them but it was all his fault. Who wouldn't get mad if their girlfriend betrayed him in such a thing like that?

“But, you're the one who chose to tell me, Harry! I never asked you. You told me you thought I was the right person to deserve your difference. You trusted me, Harry." she panted, "Let me ask you right now. Where's your trust in me? Why do I even think you don't trust me any more?"

“Don't you think I'm tired of all this? I'm tired of your erratic temper. With your emotions that I couldn't guess. I'm sick of you not being able to control yourself when I know you can! But, guess what? You chose to won't try.” she screamed, didn't care if Anne heard them upstairs. “Do you think it's easy to handle someone like you? Absolutely not! God was very kind to give me patience all of this time.”

“Now, I'm thinking. Maybe all this is God's way of repaying everything you've done. As Harry, or even Marcel.”

Harry didn't even need to think twice when he grabbed the nearest pitcher and threw it to her. Y/N couldn't even dodge it since it was so fast hitting her. She looked at him dead in the eye, not believing what had just happened. But the pain in her head seemed to make her realised that the man who was supposed to protect her, treated her harshly and didn't hesitate to hurt her.

She blinked her eye, trying to digest what just happened. Y/N didn't know how hard the pitcher hitting her head until it was shattered and hurt her. She felt the pain just after a drop of blood ran through her face. Then, she shifted her eyes to him. Harry. She couldn't trust her voice at this point, just giving him a look of disappointment and pain to him to understand. And for Harry, he was still had his eyes on her with a reddened face, jaw tightened and both fists were clenching tightly.

Both of them didn't say a word, just exchanged glances. Y/N didn't feel the pain, her adrenaline was racing so hard that she felt like he was numb.

“How many more times do you need to hurt me, Harry? Have you not realised all this time, the way you closed yourself for me is also hurting me? And do you realise that too makes me question your trust in me?” whispered her, “Tell me, H. How can we restore the trust and be optimistic about everything we face?”

Harry still had his mouth closed, eyes sharp on her. During the silence, Y/N felt the excruciating pain in her bloody head. But, she ignores it. She needed an answer from him, now.

“TELL ME!”

Harry was seeing red. No one ever tested his patience like this. Not his family. Not the company. Not even Marcel. Maybe Marcel would applaud him seeing he couldn't make peace with himself. After all, that was what Marcel wanted, right?

Hearing his girlfriend raised her voice at him, he felt she was insulting him. With jaw clenched tightly, he pulled her away before smashing her against the wall. Y/N felt her back and head hit the wall hard. She couldn't count the number of times her body being slammed, she was too busy trying to get Harry's hand off her and begging him mercy.

“This is what you've got for betrayed me.” Harry gritted his teeth, no longer slamming her body but hands still tightly gripped her hair, “Don't even test my patience if you can't handle it.”

“You're the one who tested my patience, Harry.” her breath stammered, her head was burning.

She cackled slightly, before coughing because her breath was shortened. Her eyes glanced slightly at Harry who still gripping her roots, “Do whatever you want, Harry. I can't stop you, can I?”

Everything went creepy silence along with Anne's deafening scream. She blinked softly, lolling her head towards her boyfriend. She didn't know why she was smiling like nothing happened. The last thing she knew, she smelt her own blood soaking her face as her breath slackened. . . Please excuse some errors Talk to me :)

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school story plz

WELL ALRIGHT THEN BUCKLE UP KIDDOS BECAUSE WE’RE GOING BACK TO SKIPPY’S SCHOOL DAYS. Now I’m not gonna drop any names but holy shit my early elementary school years were a trash fire. 

I have Aspburgers (I’m high-functioning though so it’s hard to tell), my brother has ADHD, my Mom has Dyslexia, and my Dad also has Aspburgers same as me. Both my parents went through hell when they were children, the school systems were brutal back then. They didn’t want to same for their children, so they got my brother and I 504′s and put us into Catholic Schools because we are Catholic and they wanted us to have that kind of education. The first school we chose, however, would be a den of nightmares. I’ll just use the initials: SH when referring to the school. The following is my account of what I went through in that school.

1st Grade: A good start! The teacher started out kinda mean but then shaped up. Treated me nicer when she realized I needed extra help and gave me that extra help. More or less went smoothly.

2nd Grade: Shit starts to get fucky. This teacher: Mrs. B(itch) was very stuck up. She was one of the members of Principle S(kanky Panky)’s little friend group. She greatly disliked me and my friend, Katie, not only because we both had learning disabilities, but also because we were both artists. The class was required to cover our textbooks to protect them from damage, but instead of using the stretchy cloth textbook covers like everybody else; Katie and I would use blank brown wrapping paper so we could draw on the covers, add stickers, etc. It was fun for us to personalize our textbooks, but Mrs. B HATED that we liked to draw because she thought it was a waste of our time and hers. It wasn’t easy, but I managed to troop through.

3rd Grade: Nice teacher. She liked me, and I had no problem with her. Though she would yell at the class often because a lot of the kids in the class were very misbehaved. This year went by without incident.

4th Grade: Another good year! (Unfortunately, my last at this school.) This teacher was my favorite and she was more than willing to give me a hand. The worst of my problems that year was the other kids in my class who liked to pick on me, but I was able to get through.

5th Grade: The beginning of The End. The gateway to True Hell. Which is ironic considering my teacher this year was a nun. Sister H(ell) was very old and therefore very old fashioned. She liked to play favorites, and usually preferred the boys over the girls for some reason, despite the fact that a good 75% of the boys in my class were assholes (don’t get me wrong though, a percentage of the girls in my class were bitches too). She gave me a hard time for my lacking math skills. Funny thing is, she had no idea how to teach the mathematical course material and told the parents on parent-teacher night that she was basically just winging it. She didn’t like me, or anything I did. It became a habit of mine to hum the Darth Vader Theme quietly to myself whenever I saw her walking by.

It was at this point my mother started complaining to Principle S that my education was starting to get hindered. At the same time, my brother was in 2nd grade and had gotten saddled with a different 2nd-grade teacher than me. This woman was ALSO in the principle’s friend group and was an even bigger problem then Mrs. B. She was just out and out mean to my brother and it was starting to become a problem. My mom filed these complaints and brought up our legal documentation. Principle S acknowledged that they were doing everything the documents told them what they had to do, but that she would have a personal word with our teachers to try to solve the problem.

A month passed. Nothing Changed.

Shit was still fucky, the Principle kept smiling and lying to her face, and my Mom decided that it was time to infiltrate. It was one of those kinds of situations where when peoples’ backs were turned, the staff was horrible. But when parents came over or people visiting from the school board: they were all suddenly super nice and acting on their best behavior. My Mom got a job at the school as the kindergarten teacher’s assistant in order to keep an eye on my brother and I and make sure we were being treated properly. The Principle and her friend group knew this was what she was doing and tried to keep her out of the loop as much as possible. Though her presence was very comforting to me, knowing she was so close by in this den of wolves.

(Side Story: Principle S is FUCKING Nuts.

While my Mom was working at the school she got into a friendly conversation with the Principle one day during lunch in the teacher’s lounge. She proceeded to tell my Mom a story of how she and her husband went to go visit her mother. Upon arriving at the elderly woman’s house, they found her on the floor and not moving. Now, any rational person would immediately call 911, right? Principle S didn’t. No, instead, her and her husband starting going around the presumably dead woman’s house and putting sticky notes with their names on all the fancy stuff they wanted. Turns out she wasn’t dead, just passed out. Upon realizing this, then they called 911. She laughed at it like it was a funny little story but my Mom just looked at her like she was crazy. And she was. There were many other stories like this, but that is the only one I know about.)

Nevertheless, the kindergarten classrooms were very out of the way from the rest of the school, so even though my Mom was present, they still pulled a lot of BS. When my 5th-grade year was finally over I was relieved, but boy oh boy was I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire when I started--

6th Fucking Grade: What would be my last year at SH school. This year was my personal hell. THIS YEAR was when shit hit the fan. Ms. F(ucking Desperate For A Boyfriend) was the final member of the Principle’s friend group and was by far the worst in my opinion. Dear gosh this woman... Who let this woman near children... Where to begin, where to begin...

I guess I should start by saying she hated me. Just plain and simple. She hated me and anybody I associated with. She thought I was a Bad Kid. She thought I was a demon in disguise or some shit. That I was lying when I told my Mom about my hard time in school. How dare I get my Mom to “harras” her good friend Principle S with my disability papers. I’m just a lazy kid who doesn’t want to do any work so I’m giving myself an advantage over the other students who don’t have extra time on tests, or special seating, or get copies of notes from students who are doing good in school. How dare I get extra help that “I don’t need”. It was “unfair”.

So she proceeded to make every day of my 6th-grade life an uphill battle. And let me tell you it was a battle an emotionally and mentally draining one.

Here is a list of incidents I remember:

One day when I was absent, she made my two best friends sit out in the hallway and told them they couldn’t come back inside until they wrote a list of all the bad things I had done. They couldn’t do this, of course, because I had done nothing wrong, and were forced to stay out there until lunch time.

Complained every time I came to get my photocopied notes from her (only teachers had access to the copy machines). Would tell me every day that I didn’t deserve notes taken by a better student.

Never helped me whenever I would get bullied by other students.

Whenever I gave a wrong answer in class, would make it out as if it was the dumbest thing she had ever heard.

Kicked me out of my group who I was teamed up with on an important History Project. Said I was kicked out because I wasn’t “doing the work” and therefore my punishment was to do the whole thing by myself. I was absent for two days because I was sick with a fever, and I had told one of my teammates over the phone that I had my part of the work ready and I’d give it to them when I came back. Nope, doesn’t matter, what Ms. F says goes. I got saddled with four people’s weight in project work, along with my regular homework. My Parents helped me out a great deal because it was complete bullshit.

Went off on me when she found out I had started a trend among my classmates. Of drawing pictures of bad/dumb/silly things happening to her on sticky notes and trading them like trading cards. We all hated her.

Things really got set in motion during a private before-school meeting between Ms. F and my parents. Ms. F, my Dad, and my Mom, all sat down in our classroom and started to discuss what the fuck was going on. I was constantly asking my parents to keep me home from school, my grades were slipping, I was constantly stressed, and was showing the bad habit of plucking out my eyelashes. They wanted to know what was going on and they wanted it to be fixed. Ms. F proceeded to tell them the following:

A) I wasn’t disabled, I was only faking it because I am a lazy horrible brat who doesn’t want to do work and only wants extra help to give me an advantage.

B) If I really am disabled then I should be sent to a mental hospital/children’s special needs school for the severely disabled. I don’t belong in their school, I had no place in her classroom. I had to go where all the other “crazy children” were sent.

C) I am a manipulator and a liar playing everyone for fools, but NOT HER. No sir she doesn’t fall for my tricks.

Now.

My Dad is a slow to anger man. He is usually pretty laid back, and fun loving, and cool. But when he gets mad, watch out. Meanwhile, my Mom kind of is the opposite. She is a very passionate woman who likes to yell a lot whenever she feels there is some sort of injustice. Small but Loud. Like Anger from Inside Out. I’ve seen her mad, but when she’s Angry her rage burns brighter than the light of 1000 suns. The only thing keeping the two of them from beating the ever-loving crap out of Ms. F right then and there was the knowledge that they’d probably get pressed on Assault charges.

No, instead, they advanced on her. Forced her to back up against the wall. My dad, tall and looming behind my mom fixing this woman with a death glare. My mom pointing a finger at her face and said “I swear to God in heaven above if I ever catch you off school property... I don’t care if we’re in the grocery store, I don’t care if we’re in church, I don’t care if it’s years and years from now and I’m an old woman. I will punch you dead in the face for talking about my daughter that way and putting her through this. That is a promise, you Bitch. So you better be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life and praying and you don’t see me there.”

It was at this time school was starting, so my class came in to see my parents staring down our teacher. I was oblivious to the tense air in the room and just waved at them saying “Hi Mom and Dad!! :D” 

Meeting over.

My Mom is the kind of person who keeps her promises. She once knocked out a guy with a single punch. And another time my Mom broke some chick’s jaw when she tried to mug my Aunt. She knows how to throw a good punch.

But unfortunately, Ms. F was undeterred by my parents legal and physical threats. And only made things harder.

The final straw happened when we were 3/4ths through the year. The home stretch. I wanted to try my hand at writing poetry. We had some free time, so I got out a sheet of paper and got to work. Not too long after, the group of boys who liked to pick on me came over and tried to read it. I knew it would only give them cannon fodder to use against me so I tried to keep it away from them. They were persistent so I decided to try to use my pen to fend them off. One of the nice boys, Anthony, came over to try to break up the commotion. I accidentally wound up getting pen ink on his uniform shirt. I apologized, knowing he had only been trying to help and he told me not to sweat it and that his mom would just wash the shirt. The situation is over, right? Wrong.

Not ten minutes later, Ms. F slams her hands on her desk and screams my name. I snap to attention because “Oh no what’s happening?” She starts yelling at me because I got ink on Anthony’s shirt. How dare I do something so atrocious. Now Anthony’s poor mother has to slave away at the washing machine tonight to try to clean the ink off of his expensive uniform shirt. It doesn’t matter that I already apologized, it doesn’t matter that Anthony forgave me, I should feel bad about doing this horrible thing. She basically proceeded to humiliate me in front of the entire class and I was mortified.

I went, hid in the girl’s bathroom, and cried like Hermione Granger did in Sorcerer's Stone. After I calmed down, I refused to head back to class, too afraid getting yelled at again. Usually, if a student spends too long in the bathroom, another student is sent to go check on them to make sure they’re okay and bring them back to class. I decided to wait for someone to come for me. So I sat, and I waited. And waited. And waited. Nobody came to get me. My Mom wasn’t notified of the incident either, so she was waiting for me outside. It wasn’t until hours later when one of my friends came up to her after clubs were over and told her what happened that she found out. That I’ve been in the bathroom all day, and Ms. F didn’t want anybody to go get me. My Mom rushed into the school, ran into the bathroom, and embraced me. She was so worried because I was a child, left alone, unsupervised. This is how kids get kidnapped and go missing. This is how kids’ faces get plastered on missing posters and billboards. I was left alone in that bathroom with nothing but my own self-loathing all day, anything could have happened to me. We marched out of the bathroom, down to the Principle’s office, and my Mom called Principle S a sick pig bitch, threatening to sue her for every penny she had.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. My Mom was outraged by the school and its horrible treatment of myself, my brother, and any other disabled child that happened to come up to their doorstep. She was sick and disgusted and DONE. I remember vividly when we got back in the car, the first thing she did was call my Aunt on her cell phone and said: “I want a lawyer.” Unfortunately, we never did take them to court on this, I can’t remember the reason why. We’ve always been pretty financially tight, so I think it’s the fact that we just couldn’t afford a lawyer to do an all out lawsuit. 

My Mom pulled me and my brother out of that school and sent us to a different Catholic School. This one was so much better, so much nicer, all the teachers loved us, the principal he was so great and nice, we made friends with tons of different kids. It was the exact opposite of what we went through in that hell hole.

And you know what? I’m not mad. I’m not bitter. And I still feel like I’ve won even though we didn’t get any sort of “revenge” on these people. Me living my life, being happy, and being with my loved ones is revenge enough. In the end, they don’t matter to me. But at the same time, they did wind up teaching me something. They showed me the kind of person I didn’t want to be. They were bitter, revenge seeking, condescending, lazy, and prideful. They got enjoyment out of making me and anybody they deemed “unfit” miserable. I don’t want to be like them. I could have used their real names, I could put their addresses and phone numbers out there for everybody to see, with a call to action to “teach them a lesson” in order to form a justice-seeking mob mentality amongst anybody who reads this story. But I’m not. Because I don’t want to be seen as a victim. What I experienced was horrible, yes, but I don’t feel the need to cry out for justice. Because I’m satisfied with living my life and winning against them by leaving them behind, by not letting what they did to me haunt me every day of my life. And you know what? I’m fine.

I got two little sisters who I love very much.

I met some of my very best friends still to this day in high school.

I got my Associate's degree with honors.

I’m currently studying for my Bachelor's and eventually will get a job doing something I love.

I play games with my friends.

I do what I love every day.

I spend every day with my family who loves and supports me and encourages me.

I have so many blessings, I’m not going to let those years ruin my life when my life so good.

I guess the thing to take away from my story is, don’t dwell on things. You don’t have to nessicarily forgive them for what they did, but which sounds better to you: Dwelling on memories that make you feel like shit for the rest of your life or surrounding yourself with the people you love and making new better happier memories? I rolled with the punches that were thrown at me and came out stronger for it.

So while they sit there, stewing in their own bitterness, in a teaching job they hate but only took because they want the summers off. I’m off in the world, experiencing new things, and Living.

I am very happy. ^u^

Thanks for reading.