You stared at your MacBook, at the open Pages document with your latest screenplay that was- in your standards- far from done, and watched the line blink. You reread the final scene for what felt like the hundredth time and still felt like something was missing. You were working on a romantic drama; a genre you would’ve written with ease three years ago, but not now. Let’s just say that since Chris became a part of your life, there has been a lack of dramatic experiences.
There was no such thing as perfect but Chris came pretty close to it; he was sweet and kind and compassionate and loyal. He loved you with everything he had and he always made sure you left him after each encounter with a smile on your face. You were living a fairytale so how were you meant to write a tragedy?
“What’s wrong?” Chris reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips. “You look stressed.” He mumbled against your skin then pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand. “Well- more stressed than usual.”
“That’s ‘cause I am more stressed than usual.” You answered, taking your hand back from him. “I’ve been working on this script for- God knows how long and it’s still so-” you groaned exasperatedly, “unfinished. Alex will probably give me an extension but- it doesn’t matter because I don’t know how to write it.”
“I think you do know how to write it and you’re just overthinking again.” He said as you turned off your MacBook and put it in the backseat. “Baby,” he chuckled softly and entwined his fingers with yours when you reach for his hand, “you’re a really good writer. I know because I’ve read all your work, whether it’s your personal writing or stuff for work- it’s all good.”
“Your judgement is askew,” you chuckled softly.
“Because I’m your boyfriend?” He quizzed rhetorically. “How dare you?” He scoffed, feigning offense. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.” You rolled your eyes because that was how the two of you got together. “As an actor and a man who’s dabble with directing- I think I know good writing when I see it, and your writing is amazing.”
“Really?” You countered, trying not to laugh. “And how is my cooking?” You asked and answered for him. “Amazing, right? And my makeup skills? Amazing, also.” You answered before he could and he chuckled softly; you had a point. “And my photography skills? I believe you said that-”
“I’m sorry you’re perfect and amazing at everything.” He cut you off, trying not to smile. “God, it’s not my fault your parents made you so freaking flawless.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your smile. “Sorry, you are flawed. You are a chronic over-thinker and a perfectionist, and not in a good way.”
“Yeah? Well- you’re too perfect and the reason I can’t get this script done.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a romantic drama and you don’t cause me enough heartache and angst to give me the experience I need to write it,” you told him and he laughed. “Honestly,” you bit back your smile as you pretended to scold him, “can’t you just be a douchebag for a second of your life?”
“You’re an idiot,” he shook his head, laughing.
“It takes one to know one.” You shot him a wink and kicked your feet up on the dash. “Speaking of, why’d you shave?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I can’t believe you had time to, you basically dragged me out the door in my pajamas.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re not in pajamas, are you.”
“Yeah, because I fought you to go get change first.” You grabbed the iPod and pulled up the playlist, narrowing your eyes at the unfamiliarity. “Kanye West, seriously?” You scrunched your face in annoyance and he laughed. “As a fan of Taylor Swift, I am not happy to see his music on here. Christopher Robert Evans,” you chuckled as you teased him, “I guess you’re not as perfect as I thought.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s not mine.”
“So Captain America steals,” you smirked, “who would’ve thought?”
“Captain America has done worst than steal an iPod, and we’re borrowing.” He pulled his hand out of yours and tapped your knees. “Take your feet off the dash, Missy. Your feet are perfect but I don’t need your footprints on my dash to remind me.”
“Why are guys so protective over their cars?” You quizzed as you did what you were told, plugging out the iPod to plug in your iPhone so you could play music you actually wanted to listen to and could actually sing along to.
“We’re protect what we love, it’s an instinct.” He answered then glanced at you, smiling. “We’re protective over our girls too,” he told you. You chuckled softly as the memory of him causing a scene at the bar came back; another patron tried to hit on you- in a less than polite way- while you were getting a drink, and Chris- well, he was not happy. “But you already know that.”
“Yes, and I love protective Chris.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I also love caring Chris, he always takes care of me after I decide to go out and get wasted.” You said and he chuckled. “And reassuring Chris, he can always make me feel better about the things I feel worst about. I just- I love you,” you smiled at him.
“I love you too,” he smiled back.
“I’m actually really glad to be getting out of town,” you admitted and went back to fiddling with your music. You pulled up your 'Favorites’ playlist and put it on shuffle, the song that came up- 'I Do’ by Colbie Caillat- brought a smile on Chris’ face because it reminded him of his upcoming proposal. “I could use the distraction, it’s not like I’m going to do anything productive at home.”
“True,” he agreed with a nod. “Stress you would probably just pace the hallways while eating Fruit Loops straight from the box, or Gummi Bears. It’s quite disconcerting,” he glanced at you and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “But you’re cute, so- I don’t mind.”
You tapped your finger on your lap to the beat of the song and smiled at how sweet the song was; it was an oldie but definitely a goodie. It was the perfect song to listen to, really, considering how many of your friends were about to do what the song said at their upcoming weddings. You loved weddings and you couldn’t wait till you finally had your own with Chris. It wasn’t a subject the two of you had to verbally discuss, the longing looks and knowing smiles were always enough. Both your parents and his had been begging the two of you to tie the knot for years now, but with his schedule and yours- the timing hasn’t always been what you needed it to be. It was fine, you weren’t in a rush; you loved him and he loved you, that was more than enough for now.
“I can’t wait for Carly and Ben’s wedding,” Chris said and drew you out of your thoughts. “I think it’s going to be lovely, even though it’s happening a week before Christmas. It’s strange, really. But- hey, each to their own.”
“I think a December wedding is nice, but- you’re probably right about having it clash with the holidays,” you agreed and he nodded with pursed lips. “Personally, I’d have a wedding in September. I always think a Fall wedding would be beautiful, don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” he smiled, “September sounds like a perfect time to have a wedding. We should probably put that in the books,” he told you and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face. “You know,” he glanced at you then turned back to the road to hide his excited smile, “for our future reference.”
“I’m not putting anything in the books until I see a ring on my finger,” you joked.
He reached for your left hand and drew it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your ring finger.
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Oliver Queen hunches over a fire, arranging the pieces of wood, stoking the flames. He sits back on his haunches and watches the flames flicker to life, the glow of the campfire illuminating his face. He has a makeshift camp of sorts set up nearby, but he prefers to sleep outside under the stars.
It’s not a cold night, but even if it was, he wouldn’t feel it. He’s spent too many nights like this, and they’ve given him an armor to the elements. He doesn’t feel it anymore.
When he returned to Starling City, he often moved to the floor halfway through the night, the bed too soft for him. Now, he’s back, alone again on this island, his reluctant home.
He returned here, like a murderer to the scene of a crime. He killed Oliver Queen here. Just like he killed Tommy. The thought floats up before he can push it down. He knows it was an accident, he knows there was nothing he could do, he was too late to save him. And yet, he can’t help feeling like it was his fault. Everything that happened, with his family, with Tommy, with the Undertaking…
He had stood there, on that rooftop, next to John Diggle and watched the city burn. Because he failed it.
He did what he always did when things got hard, he ran. He could have gone anywhere in the world, but instead, he came here. Home. As terrible as this place was, is, he feels more at home here than he does anywhere else.
On this island everything is stripped away. All the comforts, the uselessness of the modern world, the noise, the people - here everything becomes simple. Survive.
Nothing else matters.
Oliver stretches out on the ground, resting his head on a forearm and contemplates the night sky. Here in the middle of nowhere, the sky brims with stars.
He quiets, breathing in the cold air, letting the sounds of the island soothe him. All the creatures asleep, the only sounds are the wind, and the creaking of the trees, the soft raspiness of the leaves sliding against each other.
He lets his mind wander, slices of the last year play across his memory. Some good, some bad. He’s spent many nights replaying the last year. Trying to make sense of the events surrounding his return to Starling.
He thinks of his family, Moira plotting, Thea lost. And Tommy. Of Tommy lying bleeding in the rubble, dying. He tries not to think about it, but he can’t forget how Tommy looked at him and called him a murderer.
He shakes his head, as if he can physically shake off the memories.
Tommy knew him better than almost anyone, and he’s gone.
Oliver’s mind wanders again, and he thinks of John Diggle. His friendship was one of the only good things that came out of the last year. Well, not the only good thing.
This train of thought always seems to terminate at the same place. Felicity.
He whispers the name out loud, letting the syllables roll around his tongue. Fe-li-ci-ty. He can see her in his minds eye. Her glasses, her ponytail. Her fluttery hand gestures. The way she looks right through him, right into him so that he feels exposed. He had to admit, that he spent a great deal of time thinking about her. She was a puzzle to him. She was unlike any woman he had ever met. So smart, it unnerved him that he couldn’t charm her into submission.
She asked him once if she could trust him, and he said yes. And the minute the words came out of his mouth, he knew he HAD to mean them. That he desperately needed her to trust him, but more than that he knew unequivocally that he trusted her. That moment is when he realized he was going to tell her his secret.
He thought about her now, her strength, her bravery, her loyalty, she was really unlike anyone he had ever met before.
He wasn’t in love with her. She was his friend. His first friend that he hadn’t tried to have sex with, not that–he stops himself. No, don’t go there. She is very pretty. No, that’s not the right word he thinks. She is stunningly beautiful. He smiles bemusedly. She is so weird. She is smart, and funny and quirky and somehow, what she thinks of him matters a great deal to him. When did that happen? He thinks about that night of the Undertaking when she refused to leave. What made her so brave? She was scared. He could tell, but she stayed.
She was a mystery to him. Why is he spending so much mental energy thinking about this tiny blonde girl? With that bright pink lipstick…lips. Stop it. He’s not falling for her.
The first time he saw her, she was this funny perceptive person that made him smile, it wasn’t love at first sight. But you liked her. The thought whispers to him. Didn’t you? You liked her a lot.
It wasn’t love at first sight. He thinks stubbornly. It’s not like he wanted to pounce on her and take her right there.
It wasn’t love at first sight.
And then unbidden it rises up inside him, snaking its way to the surface…Wasn’t it?
He sighs in frustration. Rolling to his side and facing the flames, her face floating in front of him. Weirdly, thinking about her made him feel better. It made him forget for a little while. He closes his eyes, falling asleep, thinking about pink lipstick, glasses, and a blonde ponytail.
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Because that is definitely not something Derek would ever wear, Stiles thinks, when he sees the velvet, red cloth jacket and tight pants. There’s a necklace dangling from his neck and the gem on it is a deep purple with swirling patterns inside the stone. The cut of his hair is too neat and he looks tired.
“You’re not Derek,” Stiles says, suddenly much more awake than he had been before.
Or, the one where Derek has a twin that appears out of thin air, and they have to find him a way back to the past.
Derek’s a drifter with no home, no destination, and no will to live. Stiles works on his family’s failing cattle and horse ranch while all his friends are going off to college. When Derek falls asleep in a random barn, exhausted and half-starved, he doesn’t expect to wake up on the other end of the sheriff’s shotgun. And Stiles sure as hell doesn’t expect his dad to invite the drifter in for breakfast.
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