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Green Card Marriage

HEY here’s this fic i wrote hope you all enjoy! i don’t own anything :-)
Sylvie had arrived at Molly’s thinking she would be able to have a nice drink with Gabby, but the place was swamped so she was unable to take a break from behind the bar. That left Sylvie to her own devices, which she wasn’t really complaining too much about, drinking by herself was actually turning out to be very relaxing.

People watching was what she decided to do to pass the time, quietly observing the other patrons of the bar. She kept her eyes away from the right corner, however, as Antonio Dawson was at the bar, with Peter Stone and Lori Nagel. They had awkwardly waved and smiled at each other, but that was it. Excluding the peeks she was sneaking at him every few minutes. And judging by the time she caught him looking back at her as well, he was doing it frequently too.

This was getting ridiculous. It’s been almost two months, and she’s still thinking about Antonio. She thought by letting herself be sad and cry for a little while would close the wounds, but that didn’t work. She wondered what his tactics were, maybe they would work for her. She scoffed at the idea, he was probably just throwing himself into his work.

She was about to give another glance Antonio’s way when the seat in front of her was suddenly taken by an unfamiliar man. The confusing part was he seemed to recognize her, as he had a huge smile on his face. She flashed a brief smile back, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Sylvie!” He exclaimed, placing his beer on the table. “I can’t believe I’ve found you!”

He even knew her name, she thought bewilderedly. And what did he mean that he found her? Had he been looking around for her? She began feeling uncomfortable, removing her hands from the table as he wanted to take them into his.

“Um, I’m sorry, do I know you…?” Sylvie tried to be nice, maybe she was judging the guy too harshly.

“You don’t remember me?” The smile on his face fell, and turned into a frown. “That night? A couple months ago?”

Her eyes widened as she finally remembered who this guy was. “You’re the guy that I was going to get married to!” She realized.

The man nodded enthusiastically at her reply. “Yes! Yes! And I was looking all over for you.”

Sylvie’s joy at recognizing who the guy was faded when she remembered how awkward and uncomfortable this situation was. “Why were you looking for me, anyways?” She hesitantly asked, a little afraid for his response. “Because I hope you know that—”

“For us to get married, of course!” He reached over the table to grab her hands, pulling them up onto the table. Sylvie bit her tongue to prevent herself from yelling, she didn’t want to cause a scene.

She quickly removed her hands from his grip, about to leave the table and just head home. This was insanity she did not have the time and patience to deal with.

But when he followed her, reaching a hand out to grab her shoulder, Sylvie realized she had to explain herself or he wouldn’t give up.

“Look,” She began, stepping back to give herself more space. To her dismay, no one else has noticed this little dilemma she was experiencing. But it could also be to her favor if she potentially could solve this issue with as little attention as possible. “I was really intoxicated that night, whatever I agreed to I wasn’t in the right state of mind—”

“But now you are!” He interrupted her, again trying to touch her. She avoided this by taking another step back, debating if she could just run for it.

When she stepped back again, she ran into someone’s chest. She was about to turn around to apologize, assuming it was someone just trying to get past them, but then she heard a familiar voice.

“Is there an issue here?” Sylvie was both relieved and horrified to hear Antonio’s voice. She did not want her ex boyfriend to get into this mess, no matter how tiny it was. It made her feel more like a damsel in distress than anything else.

However, Sylvie then got a brilliant idea. Which was also going to be very embarrassing, but she was willing to do anything to get out of this ordeal.

“Oh!” Sylvie flung her arm around Antonio’s waist. “Look who it is! My boyfriend!” She announced, loud enough for only the man who was bothering her to hear.

At this news, the man became distraught. “Boyfriend?” He repeated. “I thought we were going to get married?”

This guy was a total dumbass, Sylvie thought to herself. Luckily for her, other than his inability to understand she didn’t want to be touched, he wasn’t that harmless. She placed her other hand on Antonio’s chest, trying to ignore how comfortable and familiar it felt. “I’m so sorry….” She tried to remember the man’s name, but her mind was drawing a blank. “Uh, but since I have last seen you I have found someone else.”

And like so many guys do, the man now backed off since he assumed that Sylvie was taken. “I’ll come back for you if this doesn’t work out.” He declared, before disappearing out of sight, blending in with the other bar patrons.

When he finally left, Sylvie immediately let go of Antonio, jumping back to give him space. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” She began rambling out an apology.

“It’s fine, Sylvie. It’s fine.” He reassured her, seemingly not fazed at all by her actions. Instead he was focused on something else. “What was that?” He asked, arms crossed over his chest, starting to look troubled. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh, that.” She lamely responded, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Funny story, actually.” More like an incredibly pathetic and embarrassing story, but she had already dug her hole, what else did she have to lose of her dignity?

But she did make sure she was looking anywhere but Antonio’s eyes when she was telling it. “So a couple months ago, Gabby and Stella took me out clubbing, to get me to forget my worries and whatever, stuff like that.” She butchered her story, but who could perfectly tell a sob story about going clubbing because of a breakup to the ex boyfriend of said breakup?

“Did this have anything to do with the ending of our relationship?”

She ignored his question, but she couldn’t prevent her cheeks from flaming up. “Anyways, apparently I was dancing with the guy. Then I went over to Gabby and Stella, saying that I was going to get married.”

Antonio frowned. “Has this guy been bothering you for awhile now?” He asked, scanning his eyes around the bar.

Sylvie rapidly shook her head, not wanting to have Antonio jump to conclusions. “No, not at all. It was the first time I’ve seen him since that night.” She explained.

Antonio was still looking troubled. “Are you here alone?”

A part of Sylvie wanted to lie, to get him off of her back. But she couldn’t bring herself to. “Yes,” She admitted. “I came to have a drink with Gabby, but it’s been busier than expected.”

“How about you come sit with us?” Antonio asked, gesturing over to where he was previously sitting. Sylvie’s gaze followed, seeing both Peter Stone and Lori Nagel failing miserably at pretending they weren’t listening.

Sylvie couldn’t imagine anything more awkward than having a drink with her ex boyfriend and his colleagues. She kindly refused his offer. “Thanks, Antonio, but I was planning on heading home anyways.”

“Another time then.” He offered, to the surprise of Sylvie. But she found herself agreeing with him, nodding her head with a smile, saying that that would be great.

He stepped out of her way, letting her pass. However, before she reached the door, she felt a hand grab her shoulder.

Thinking it was the man from earlier, Sylvie couldn’t help but flinch and immediately jump away, heart thumping with fear. When she turned around, she was thankfully met with the familiar face of Antonio.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” He apologized, sliding the hand that grabbed her shoulder back into his pocket. “I shouldn’t have done that—”

“No, it’s fine.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to pretend she wasn’t a bundle of nerves. She knew it wasn’t his intention, but he had really spooked her.

“I was just coming over here to ask if you wanted me to walk you to your car.” He said, scratching the back of his head. Sylvie couldn’t believe it—he was flustered.

She remembered that she had to answer his offer. And this time, she found that she couldn’t refuse it. Having someone walk her to her car was actually very comforting and helped ease away the anxieties that the man from the club had made her feel. “That would be great, actually.” She told him, feeling her nerves start to float away.

“You ready to go?” He asked, opening the door. She nodded, walking through into the cold Chicago night. The presence of Antonio behind her made the walk peaceful and nice, even though there were no words exchanged between the two of them. But the silence wasn’t awkward at all, at least to Sylvie.

When they reached her car, she turned towards Antonio. “Thank you.” She graciously told him, searching through her bag for her keys. She was about to walk to the driver’s side of her car, but she stopped when Antonio called her name.

“What is it?” She asked, tilting her head up at him in confusion.

“I miss you.” He blurted out, causing Sylvie’s mouth to drop open with shock. She had barely any time to process the bombshell that had just came out of his mouth before he continued talking.

“Honestly, I’ve missed you ever since we broke up.” He admits, taking a step closer to her. “And I think—”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She interrupted him. “No! I don’t mean it like it seems!” She rushed her words out when she noticed Antonio’s crestfallen face. “I mean, not like this.” She couldn’t spring her words together, completely flustered.

“How do you want to do this?” Antonio questioned, now a more hopeful expression on his face.

“We can’t just…..jump on each other, you know.” She explained, fidgeting with the keys in her hand. “I want us to talk, discuss things.”

“I can do that.” He agreed, nodding his head. “I’ll text you, okay?”

Sylvie couldn’t help but smile at the confirmation. “Okay.” She softly responded, walking around her car to get to her driver’s side. “I’ll see you.”

“See you.”

He didn’t leave until her car was out of sight.


politeandnotgay wanted an appreciation post for the black shirt in 1x17 (LOOK AT DOSE BICEPS (◕ᴗ◕) )

It was hard to colour/lighten these so that you can actually see detail, since the shirt is black and most of the time the background is dark as well, but I tried my best!


Pairing: Fremione

Word Count: 1,802

Summary: Fred and Hermione have a quick conversation late at night in the common room.


He was absolutely, irrevocably mad.

He glared at her from across the common room, her frazzled hair and her rumpled bed clothes, and wondered how on earth she had managed to drive him completely and utterly mad.

“Alright over there?”

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