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Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.

You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.

The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.

“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”

The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.

“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”

“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.

“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.

“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.

“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.

“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”

“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”

You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”

“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”

He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.

The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.

Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.

“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”

You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.

“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”

You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.

“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.

“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.

“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”

“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”

“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.

“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”

“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”

You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.

Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️

After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.

“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”

The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.

“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.

“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.

“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”

“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.

“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”

“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you too.

One Last Time
Tom comes back from filming out of the country, only confess to something he did days later. After months of not seeing or talking to one another, Tom stops by and you can’t help, but express how much you miss him.

Pairing
Tom Holland x Reader

Includes
Smut, (ex)Boyfriend!Tom, Rough!Tom, Angry Sex, Break Up Sex

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Imagine Chris bringing your baby to your workplace.

A/N: Chapter 8, Part 3 of ‘Beginnings’ ❤️ You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series: ‘Perfect’ - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Fated’ - Masterlist; Chapter 8: ‘Beginnings’: Part 1/Part 2)

It was a tough job, turning a script into a movie. It wasn’t all fun and games, more a long, arduous, and mostly painfully tedious process. At least, it was in the beginning. You thought after your time at UCLA and three years with Chris, you’d be prepared and you’d understand; you were wrong.  You knew there’d be a lot of meetings before you could get to anything remotely interesting, but you’d underestimated how many.

Work began in January, immediately after you signed with Sony Pictures. Though you were preoccupied with Sebastian and Ava’s wedding planning, you managed four solid weeks of work that helped move the production process in the right direction. In that four weeks, you and Emilia completed the initial script breakdown so a schedule and a budget for the project could be estimated. But that was pretty much all that was done as you were quickly swept into a whirlpool of personal events like your best friends’ wedding and the birth of your son. You had to thank Chris for how understanding Emilia was being because if you weren’t his wife, you probably would’ve lost the opportunity a long time ago. You were a twenty-two year old graduate with no experience and zero credibility in their field of work, for them to invest in you the way they were- it was all in good faith and a great deal of kindness. Or so you thought. Truth was, Emilia saw the same capabilities Chris saw in you. Even with the setbacks your personal life had placed on the project, she knew the end was going to justify the means.

You were also doing everything you could to make up for the lost time, pulling long days and even longer nights. Whatever they wanted from you, whatever time they needed you to give to the project- you did without hesitation. You were hard working and dedicated which was why they didn’t feel the pinch when you had to ask for all that time off; they knew you’d come back with a hundred and ten percent. It would’ve been easy to take advantage of your work ethic, to push you to speed up the process that had been pushed back a couple of times. You wouldn’t have complained if they did, but they didn’t. Emilia was big on family and she wanted you to have time for yours, making sure she’d send you home in time for dinner every night. “The best part about our job is that we can work from home, Y/N,” she’d tell you when you’d argue with her.

15th of June was when you returned to work, and it was now 15th of September. Three months had passed and you were still yet to start filming. You’d sorted: how you were going to market your film; a money strategy consisting of equity funding, crowd funding, and tax incentives; prospective investors; favors and freebies which came easily due to the connections you’d gained since meeting Chris; and a lawyer to help with contracts and releases. You were now up to re-finalizing your script with the help of Lena Hill- a more experienced screen writer- while Emilia scouted for directors, so scenes could be numbered and the script broke down once again. You needed a final schedule and a final budget before you could work out the cast and crew, see who you could afford to act and how many crew members you’d have to cut. You had a fairly tight budget considering you were new to the business, so if the job wasn’t something crucial or something you and your current team could do yourselves- that money was put aside for something else. For example, a scout locator; you were going to do that yourself.

You didn’t realize how much of the production process consisted of numbers. Math wasn’t your strong suit which was why you were glad you had Chris. The production team Emilia and Sony Pictures provided you with did most of the work when it came to the more corporate stuff, but you occasionally had to chime in. It was reassuring to have Chris to come home to with your work, to sit and talk and ask for advice. He was like a fountain of knowledge, scraping up all the information from memory and notes he’d taken about film making from his past experiences.

You secretly wished the two of you didn’t decline his offer to be the director because you could’ve really used his presence on the project. But you were also glad he wasn’t the director because it felt good doing something on your own, away from his name. You may have been turning to him for advice, but it was advice as your husband. It would’ve been different if he was a co-worker, you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You knew yourself and you knew with your lack of experience, you would’ve turned to him for everything and it would’ve become his film. Chris knew that too, hence why he would’ve declined the offer even if Jack wasn’t in the picture. You needed to experience it on your own, especially because it was your first film. You needed to feel the exhilaration of being the one everyone turned to, at least until the director stepped in. Word on the street was Emilia was trying to find you a director who had a fair amount of experience, but was new enough to allow you to comment without their ego getting in the way. Three weeks and she was still having trouble.

You sat in the conference room with Lena, going through your script scene by scene. You were trying to figure out possible locations and their costs. Majority were free, some were favors, but a minority were still needed to be paid for. It was mostly estimation until you could get a meeting with those in charge and negotiate, but until you had a director- it had to wait.

A knock on the door pulled Lena’s attention from her laptop, but yours remained glued to the pieces of paper in front of you. A wide smile stretched across her face when she saw Chris carrying Jack. Lena was a fan of Chris’ because who wasn’t, and she’d been dying to meet Jack in person after the photograph of him went viral. When she first found out she was working with you, she thought she’d get to meet your two boys because they’d visit often. She’d been very wrong as this was actually the first time in three months. It would’ve been longer, but they were in the neighborhood and it was lunch time and you’d texted “I haven’t had time for lunch” when he asked what you were having. Your boys couldn’t let their girl go hungry so they decided to drop in with an oven roasted chicken sub from Subway.

“Oh my God.” It wasn’t until Lena started squealing that you looked up. You smiled when you saw Chris wave at the two of you with Jack’s little hand. “He is so much cuter in person!” She wheeled her chair back and scrambled to her feet, rushing over to your boys. “Is it alright if I hold him?”

“Lena, right?” Chris quizzed and smiled when Lena nodded. “Sure you can. He’s not overly fussy today, so you should be fine.” Chris carefully passed Jack to Lena, making sure she had him before he stepped back. She bounced Jack while pacing the front of the room, allowing Chris to walk over to you. “Look at you, too busy for food,” he teased and you giggled. “You’re lucky Jack and I decided to start a father son food delivery service.”

“Very lucky.” You nodded in agreement as he placed the plastic bag from Subway in front of you. You smiled when you searched the bag, finding a sub, an apple Snapple, and a M&M cookie. “Thank you, baby.” You looked up at met his lips for a quick peck. “What have the two of you been doing all day?” You pulled your drink out, popping it open as Chris sat down on Lena’s chair.

“We went grocery shopping, then we stopped by the park to go see the ducks. We didn’t feed them bread, don’t worry.” He told you before you could ask. You’d read somewhere that bread was actually bad for ducks, so you stopped and made sure those around you did too. “We brought them grapes, that site you found said grapes were a good snack alternative.”

“Yeah, but you have to cut them in half. Did you cut them in half?”

“Nope, figured it was easier if Jack and I ate half then throw the other half in.”

“I know you’re being sarcastic, but I can also picture the two of you doing that so…”

“Yes we cut them in half,” Chris laughed and you bit into your sandwich, trying not to. “How’s things going here?” He quizzed, reaching for your yellow legal pad. He scanned your notes, morphing his lips into an upside down ‘U’ as he nodded. “How’s the search for the director going?”

“Slow,” you murmured with your mouth full. Chris chuckled and reached forward, brushing away the sauce on the corner of your mouth then wiping his thumb on the napkin. “Which director is going to want to work with an inexperienced screenwriter with plans to help commander the project? I told Emilia I’d be fine giving up the reins if I have to, but she said that wasn’t the deal so- she’s giving it a few more weeks before we resort to a complete handover.”

“Have you discussed directing the film yourself?”

You snorted, choking on your sandwich. “You’re kidding, right?” You asked after taking a sip of your Snapple; he shook his head, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. “I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am a recent graduate with no experience. This job I got because of you. I’m barely keeping my head above water as the screen writer, so you’re insane if you think I’m going to take on directing as well.” Chris didn’t make an effort to interrupt, he just listened with a smile as you doubted your capabilities. “You think way too highly of me, Evans. Way too highly.” You took a took another bite of your sandwich as Chris continued to smile at you. “I’m not doing it, Chris, so stop looking at me like that.

“I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he shook his head with the same smile and you watched him with narrowed eyes. “And I’m not going to waste my time countering what you just said either. You’ve already played the option out, I can see it in your eyes.” You rolled said eyes, lowering your gaze. He was right, you’d thought it before; every story, every script you’d ever written- you’d thought about directing yourself. “If Emilia asked you, you’d say yes without even blinking. You’re just saying no now because you’re afraid and-” he chuckled. “Well, I’ll save that speech of encouragement for when you take the job.”

“I am not directing.”

“How much are you willing to bet?”

“I’m not betting with you,” you laughed.

“Because you know you’ll lose?” He smirked.

“No, because it’s a ridiculous bet,” you retorted.

“Then you have nothing to be afraid of,” he held out his hand. “If I win, I get to buy you a beret that you have to wear for the entire project. If you win, you get to say ‘I told you so’ and well- that is a prize in itself for you, isn’t it?” You scoffed then laughed when he did. “But you have to be fair about it, you can’t just decline the job to win ‘cause there’ll be a penalty for that.” You rolled your eyes, not because he’d believe you’d do that but because he knew you too well. “Well?” He raised a brow, beckoning for your hand with his outstretched one.

“You’re on.”

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Part 4

Make sure to read Part One before you read this one!

Your POV

“Ladies and gentlemen this is your pilot speaking. We have safely landed in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for choosing California Airlines and I hope you enjoy your stay.”

After the lady and her son got up from the seats next to me, I stood up and stretched for a few seconds. My legs ached from the long flight, but I was finally here. I pulled out my small suitcase and backpack before texting Kian that I had landed while heading out of the plain. Eager to finally,meet my boyfriend in person for the first time.

Kian and I met a year ago today on Omegle. And we kept in touch ever since, a few months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and we’ve been happy ever since. A few weeks ago I got a knock on my door and a friendly mailman handed me some roses and a plane ticket to LA. Kian and I will finally see each other in real life.

As I stepped out of the plane I started to get nervous. What if he didn’t like the way I looked in person? What if I make a fool of myself? What do I do when I see him? Do I hug him or shake his hand? I know I can’t wait to see him. Can’t wait to kiss him and touch him, and tell him I love him, I’ve wanted to tell him for so long but I wanted it to be special.

I walked into the area where we get our luggage, this is where he said he’d be waiting. My eyes scanned the area twice, no Kian. What if he decided he didn’t want to meet me and just didn’t show up?  I nervously checked my phone for a text from him, nothing. Getting scared, I looked around again. My eyes scanned past the door to the men’s room just as a familiar figure walked out. My heart froze, he was wearing that striped sailor shirt along with black jeans and the sailor hat covered his chocolate brown hair. He looks so much better in person, and he looked really good on a camera too…

He lifted his eyes from fixing his pants and they met mine. My heart felt as if it dropped into my toes, and the world around me froze. His lips spread into a shy smile.

Suddenly my feet seemed to think for themselves, I abandoned by carry on bag and I was running. He seemed to be running too. As the distance between us grew smaller my smile grew bigger.

Kians hands reached mine and my whole body lit on fire, he immediately pulled me into a hug I happily accepted. He smelled like the sun and bubble gum. I buried my head in his chest and he buried his in my neck. For what seemed like forever we just held each other like that. I Still couldn’t believe he’s actually right here.

I felt him pull away a bit, I looked up at him, he’s a lot taller than I expected. My head just reached a bit below his shoulder. I had to look up to meet his eyes. “Hi y/n,” he spoke with the voice I had heard hundreds of times over the year, yet it seemed deeper right now.

“Hello Kian,” I smiled goofily.

Then he kissed me. Just like that. His lips met mine and everything around us disappeared. My arms moved from His torso to wrap around his neck and his moved to pull me closer. His kiss was like nothing else, his lips were a little chapped from the heat, but they felt nice against my moisturized lips. He moved in sync with me, as if we’ve been doing this for years.

I was the first to pull back, even though I dreaded it, I needed to breath. I haven’t been breathing properly since I saw him.

Smiling, I said, “this is really nice. This is perfect.”

We were still wrapped in each others embrace. Kian let out an excited scream and lifted me up in a hug. He spun around a few times before stopping. My legs were still in the air. He kissed my nose and mumbled, “I love you.”

A gasp escaped my mouth. I was going to say it. I was always worried it would freak him out but knowing that he feels the same way makes me love him even more.

“Good,” I smiled, “because I love you.”

Kian pecked my lips before setting me on the floor. He took my hand in his and we walked to get the bag I had abandoned. “I got it,” he smiled. Dragging the bag behind us. “So how was your flight?”

“Honestly?” I laughed, “nerve wreaking! I spent the whole flight worrying about what in decided to wear and if my hair is flat because I took a little nap for thirty minutes. I wanted to look good…” My cheeks heated once I realized how I must sound.

My boyfriend kissed my head as we walked to the place where we retrieve my luggage. I was staying with him at his and friends  house for the summer, and he said we’d travel a lot. So I have a few bags. “You look beautiful,” he replied. “I remember when you texted me a picture of this dress and I told you you had to buy it. It looks good on you.”

The dress was a bright pink with sequence around the torso. It was simple but it hugged my curves nicely and looked cute with my hair down. “Thank you,” I smiled. “And you!” I snatched his hat and put it on, “you remember when I told you I liked this hat? Even though its not yours.”

He laughed, “jc said I can wear it for this special occasion.”

“I can’t wait to meet your friends,” I smiled remembering how they’d always walk into his room when we were skyping and say hi.

“They can’t wait to meet you,” he replied. “And that’ll happen soon, let’s just focus on getting your bags right now?”

We spent a while gathering my four bags. “There’s one missing,” I groaned.

“Are you sure you don’t see it?” He asked.

I searched for the baby blue suitcase, and saw nothing. “Nope,” I sighed.

He shrugged, “then let’s go speak to someo-.”

“Kian there it is!” I pointed at the conveyor belt that’s two away from the one we are at. “What’s it doing there that’s the wrong flight..”

But Kian didn’t hear the second part. He took off running to catch the bag before it goes in again. “Sorry!” He yelled at a man he bumped into. “Oooa sorry!” He said to a lady who’s purse he knocked down. “Hey move I need to get that bag!” He shoved through passengers as he chased after my bag.

A bunch if yells and ten angry mothers later, Kian walked back to me with a proud smile and my bag. “Tadaa!” He did jazz hands.

“You’re crazy,” I laughed. We loaded the bags onto a cart and together we pushed it out of the airport. I was hut by a wave of heat. “Ooh!” I fanned myself, “it’s hot!”

“Not used to that are you?” He laughed, “its Ok it gets better.”

“Y/n!” A familiar voice yelled. I looked to see Ricky leaning on a car, “welcome yo LA!” He sang.

“Hi Ricky!” I hugged him, “its so nice to see you!”

“You too!” He said, “Kian is really happy you’re here. He planned this whole evening its awesome.”

“Thanks Ricky but I hadn’t told her yet!” Kian said in that funny voice he does.

“Tell me what?”

“If you aren’t tired we can go out to dinner and then maybe walk on the beach?”

“Yes!” I jumped, “right now?” Kian nodded. “Okay! Let me just go freshen up in the bathroom?”

He nodded and gave me a hug. “I love you,” he smiled.

I kissed him, “and I you Mr. Lawley. I love you.”

time for the BIGGEST throwback!!
this is noodle from 3 years ago! Back when i first got her during my aquatic science class at my highschool!
See, my school had this really cool class where as a project you had to setup and take care of an aquarium during the year. (Idk if any other schools do this or not) Honesly this was my favorite class during highschool. There were 3 entire labs + other classrooms devoted entirely to students’ tanks. No tank was under 20 gallons, and the largest was 500.
I have several stories about this class that i might share sometime (Including one about students getting into a all-out brawl when someone messed with someone else’s tank. And moving from a “group member names on tank” to a secretive coding system after tanks started being sabotaged. It got interesting.)

My group had a 60 gal saltwater. We had 4 members and each picked a fish. One wanted 3 yellowtail damsels (i still have 2 of them) one wanted clownfish (my mom has one of them) one wanted an anemone, and I wanted……. a puffer (what??? Not an eel??? Nope. I hadnt learned to appreciate them yet).
We got all of those fish and…. an eel?? What?? We didn’t want this thing!
We got this random-ass eel shoved on us at the last minute.

No one was happy about it.

We named the eel “Danger-Zone”. Despite being only 10 inches long she was full on feisty! She lunged at hands, she bit (tiny teeth but still, OUCh), someone was always on “eel duty” when we cleaned the tank “watch the eel, WATCH It!” She was “the most aggressive snowflake eel” our instructor had ever seen. She would grab food, wrap around it and do some type of weird psuedo-alligator death roll.
After the class ended and my group members graduated it was time to take the fish home (as per the class, you were required to find homes for the fish, no ‘flushing’ or dumping them in ponds)

Guess who got the fish and the eel?
Me!
During my first year of college i left “Danger-Zone” home with my mom who renamed her “Dizzy” (because of the color pattern and the way she sways while waiting for food)
During my second year of college i moved into an apartment and brought the damsels and the eel with me. It was around this time that i named her “Noodle” (although my roomate prefers “Mr. Wiggles”).
She’s calmed down a lot as she’s aged. I don’t have to worry about getting bitten anymore. She’s also grown tremendously, reaching about 22 inches now.
She’s become my good noodle.

HARRY STYLES IMAGINE (DARK) - HIS EX SEE’S YOU WITH HIM FOR THE FIRST TIME


YOUR POV

I was so happy. It was 4:00pm and my eight hour shift at work was finally over. And to top it off, Harry was picking me up for the first time.
Harry and I met a month ago and had been inseparable since. But we had been keeping our heads down and telling no one about the time we had been spending together while we got to know each other.
I’d text him at lunch asking if he would pick me up from work because my car had broken down this morning and I didn’t have money for a taxi. Of course, he replied within seconds saying he couldn’t wait to see me.
I walked towards his black Range Rover with a huge smile on my face. I’d been thinking about him all day and I wanted him to wrap me up in his muscly tattooed arms that were becoming so familiar.
“Hey!” An unfamiliar voice shouted to me, causing me to turn around, just a few feet away from Harry’s car that was blasting out a Blink-182 song.
I turned around and felt myself pale immediately.
Stood in front of me was Harry’s ex girlfriend; Sophie.
She was intimidatingly pretty with long brown hair, olive skin and brown doe eyes.
They’d broken up only a few weeks before Harry and I met and had been together for three years.
“Hi” I said quietly, not sure how to approach her.
Her face was scrunched up in disgust and she folded her arms across her chest, pushing up her breasts “What the hell do you think you’re doing with Harry?”.
I felt my cheeks flush and bit down on my bottom lip while I thought of a response “I know you and Harry were together a long time, Sophie and I don’t want to cause arguments but Harry and I have been spending time together”.
She smiled sarcastically “I’m sure you have. Do you know how many girls he ‘spends time’ with? You’re not the only slag he’s been with since me”.
I didn’t know what to make of her snide comment. Was she just being bitter or was she serious?
“Oi” Harry’s voice sounded from behind me, followed by the slamming of a car door.
I was about to turn to face him but he walked straight past me, getting closer to Sophie than I would have liked.
He was wearing a white vest and black skinny jeans, his tattoo’s on full display and his hair was styled back in a quiff.
“Don’t you fucking dare talk to her like that” he said in a low, menacing voice.
I’d seen Harry mad. But only ever at other guys. I’d even seen him punch a few but I’d never seen him square up to a girl.
Sophie laughed nastily “Oh, please. We both know that you’re in love with me so why the fuck are you messing around with that little slag?”.
I could see Harry tensing his jaw and balling his hands into fists at his sides “Shut the fuck up, Sophie!” He shouted “I don’t want to be with you, get that into your thick head! Y/N is my girlfriend and she will be for a long time, so fucking deal with it!”.
I gasped. Harry and I hadn’t had the conversation about what our relationship status was. Was he just saying that to piss her off or did he genuinely think of me as his girlfriend?
Sophie pushed Harry’s shoulders, creating a few inches more space between them as she glared at me and then back up at him “We both know that’s bullshit Harry. If you’re with her then why are you still messaging me telling me that you love and miss me”.
I suddenly felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
I couldn’t hear this. I didn’t want to hear this.
I’d heard about Harry’s reputation with girls; he was a ladies man and had cheated on Sophie a lot. But he’s been so nice to me, a real gentleman, so I didn’t believe any of it. Until now.
I felt my heart shatter into pieces as I turned around.
“Fuck you, Sophie!” Harry roared.
A few seconds later, I felt a tug on my arm and I was spun around to face a menacing expression from Harry “I fucking swear to god, Y/N, I haven’t text Sophie since the week we broke up. She’s a lying bitch”.
I took a deep breath. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him. “I don’t know if I can believe you. Did you cheat on her when you were together? Tell me the truth”.
His face fell and he looked down at the floor “Yes” he looked back up at me quickly, grabbing my hands “But things weren’t right between her and I. I didn’t feel about her the way I feel about you and I fucking swear I would never do that to you! If you want I will even print out a copy of my fucking phone plan to show you that I haven’t called or text her number”.
I frowned in confusion “Why would you do that?”.
He looked at me like the answer was obvious but I had no clue “Because, despite what that bitch says, I want to be with you. I don’t want anybody else. Ever”.
I looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of Sophie on the phone, throwing daggers at Harry and I.
“Come back to mine” Harry pleaded.
I nodded. I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I wanted to believe what he was saying.
Maybe Sophie was just being bitter. I probably would be too if I’d lost Harry to another girl.
Harry led me to his car and opened the passenger door, helping me in before closing the door abruptly.
“Stay the fuck away from me, you fucking psycho!” I heard him yell before opening the door and climbing into the drivers seat.
“Harry, please don’t ever treat me how you treat her” I asked in a whisper “Or how you treated her”.
He reached over for my hand and there was the smallest hint of a smile at the edge of his lips “I’m sorry, okay? I promise I will be so good to you if you just give me the chance”.
He leant towards me and I met him halfway across the console, letting him cup my face in his hands before kissing me softly.
Nothing mattered as he kissed me. I could never think straight when he had his hands on me but I didn’t care.
I was going to give Harry the chance he wanted, because I was selfish and I wanted him to be mine. I just hoped he wanted me to be his just as badly.

Underwear - The Door To Opportunities

Alternate meeting between Oliver and Felicity. Texting and Tommy and swooping through women’s underwear involved.

Two long ideas popped upon seeing this. This is the first one. Let’s hope you like it. Also, shout out to ellefraser17​ because she wanted this. 


Oliver looked down at the text on his phone, completely confounded, for the third time in a row. And every time he did, it did not become any less amusing. And it was surprising because amusement was something he had stopped feeling a long time ago, along with a lot of other things. But he was amused now. He looked at the text again. 

UNKNOWN : So, my friend’s bet me to send you this text because I have had the crush on you for the longest time and I think I might be a bit tipsy  because I am actually doing this, and OMG! I cannot believe I am actually   doing this. And I did it. Yup. Pressing send in 3, 2, 1. 

As the owner of Verdant, he was used to having women send him all sorts of messages at all times of the day and night. Hell, as Oliver Queen, he was used to having women send him all types of messages. But never, ever, on his personal number. And how this woman had gotten his private number, he didn’t know. 

He hesitated for a second, looking at Tommy making his rounds downstairs. Though they worked in the club together, and the entire city still believed them to be nothing but playboys they had been a few years ago, the truth was far, far from it. They had both changed, both grown up into men. Tommy had committed himself to his relationship with Laurel and to Verdant since his father had cut him off. And Oliver had done a complete 180 since he came back a few weeks ago from the ‘dead’. No one knew the extent of that 180. 

He reread the text again, feeling the words amuse him for some reason and quickly typed back a reply. 

ME : You won the bet?

He hit send and waited, looking down at the full club, at the throngs of people grinding against each other when his phone buzzed again. 

UNKNOWN : Oh yes! Tonight is on her. Plus she’s gifting me a pair of heels I have been dying to buy. So, it’s a win win. I hope I didn’t weird you out. Well, of course I did. Sending what i send you would be weird. Maybe a little creepy too. 

His lips twitched slightly at the tone of the message and he settled weight in his elbows on the railing, and replied for some reason. 

ME : It didn’t weird me out. How did you get my number?

The phone buzzed instantly. 

UNKNOWN : I borrowed some information off some servers. But I won’t distribute it or anything, don’t worry. Well, not unless you want me to. But if you wanted to, wouldn’t you do it on your own? Anyways, I’ll keep it to myself. Not like stalker- keep, just you know ‘I-have-a-crush-on-this-guy-and-his-number-is-lying-in-my-contacts-innocently keep. Oh boy, that got long.  

A chuckle left him the moment he read it and curiosity about a stranger assailed him for the first time. 

ME : Are you in the club?

UNKNOWN : Are you going to throw me out? *biting nails*

“Who are you texting with such a goofy smile, dude?” Tommy’s voice made Oliver look up at his best friend. Oliver shrugged, not wanting to share it for some reason. Tommy raised his eyebrows. 

His phone buzzed. 

UNKNOWN : So, either you are thinking of a polite way of telling me you are throwing me out of the club or well…..I don’t know. Anyways, I’ll get out of your hair. Which is really sexy, btw. But I meant it not literally of course. Not that you are no sexy, which you are. That I meant literally. Fuck, I am shutting up.

Oliver chuckled out loud, pushing Tommy’s face away as he tried to peek. 

He replied quickly, making a decision. 

ME : I want to meet you. 

The loud music pumped through the club as he waited for her reply, with bated breath, his heart slowly pounding. He knew in his gut something was different here. He just didn’t know what. 

Her reply came. 

UNKNOWN : I broke your glass. From the shock. I just thought you should know. You can totally bill it to me, btw. Not that you would because you are a billionaire and I don’t think a broken glass is going to make a big dent in your account anyways. Hell, it wouldn’t make a big dent in mine. 

She had totally gone in a completely different tangent, and for some reason, he found himself even more curious. 

ME : I want to meet you. 

UNKNOWN : Look, crush or not, I don’t really meet strange men like that. If you want to just get in my pants, I’ve already left them in your lost and found section and don’t ask why. Actually, it was another bet, the one before sending you the text one. Anyways, there are quite a lot of collection of underwear you have there. You can totally open a store of underwear. Although, why would you. Anyways. Ciao! 

Oliver’s heart raced as he read the text, blood rushing through him. He had to meet her, just once. And rereading her message, knowing how much she loved bets apparently, he felt the rush of a challenge seep through his veins. This was going to be good. 

ME : I want to make a bet with you. 

He waited, hoping she would reply, and she did. 

UNKNOWN: Okayyyyyy

Oliver grinned, ignoring Tommy who was giving him looks. 

ME : If I successfully find your underwear in the lost and found, you meet me. Is it on? 

“Ollie, who is this girl? You are smiling way too wide for this to be normal.”

“You’ll know in a second,” Oliver said, willing his phone to buzz again. It did. 

UNKNOWN: It is on. 

Oliver grinned and started to walk towards the lost and found area downstairs. How many underwear could be there for him to chooses from? Not much, hopefully. 

“Where are you going?” Tommy followed him, nodding to people here and there as they made their way down. 

Oliver kept looking around, trying to see the women, trying to put a face to the tone in the messages. Women and girls of all ages stared unabashedly at him and he sighed, his blood still high from the challenge. 

The moment he reached the lost and found, he stopped. 

There were stacks and stacks of only bras and panties of all shapes, sizes and colors. How the fuck had he never seen this place before? In his club?

Baffled, he looked at Tommy. “What sort of a business has a lost and found that is just full of women’s underwear?”

Tommy furrowed his brow. “Um. The best kind?” 

Oliver sighed. “How the hell am I supposed to find one of a women I don’t even know in this?”

“Oh, so that’s what that was about?” Tommy asked, grinning devilishly. He punched Oliver in the shoulder. “Quit getting your broody face and just ask her for a hint. It’s only fair.”

It was. 

ME : A hint? Please?

He added the please for good measure, thinking it’d improve his chances. She replied back. 

UNKNOWN: It’s only fair given how many you have there. Hmm. Hint. It’s not black. 

Not black. Oliver looked at the pile and nodded. Okay. He could work with that. 

He looked up at Tommy, raising a brow at his friend’s expectant face. 

“What’s the hint?” 

“It’s not black.”

Tommy nodded and dived into the pile, removing the black ones to a side and all the others to another. Oliver just raised his eyebrows but joined him. He figured a little help wouldn’t hurt anyways. 

“So who is this girl?” Tommy started, still sorting one side while Oliver did the other. 

“I don’t know. But I want to find out,” Oliver replied, focused on the task. God, how many typed of underwear did women even have? Silk and net and cotton and thongs and things he didn’t even know the names of. 

“And you got interested because?” Tommy persisted and Oliver glared at him, before seeing his grin and sighing. 

“She sounds different.”

“Different how?”

Oliver threw a pair at his friend and heard his chuckle before straightening and taking measure. Okay. So there were almost two dozen non-black panties in front of him. Fuck. 

His phone buzzed and he looked down. 

UNKNOWN: Done sorting, big boy?

Was she watching him? Oliver narrowed his eyes, looking around the club and trying to place her. But there were just too many people. She could have been seeing him from anywhere. 

He replied again. 

ME : Done. But still too many. Another clue?

UNKNOWN: You do realize that I am literally laying a trail of breadcrumbs leading to the fabric that covered my lady parts this evening, right? 

She was going commando. Fuck. Oliver closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, his senses inflamed like they hadn’t been in a long, long time and he hadn’t even seen her. 

ME : Yes. Next breadcrumb?

UNKNOWN: It’s not satin.

“It’s not satin,” Oliver muttered to Tommy before going back to the sorting. Tommy cleared his throat. Oliver looked up. 

“You know, I can tell a lot about women’s underwear from the way they talk,” Tommy began, extending his hand. “Maybe I should take a look and I’d be able to help you better.”

Tommy’s eyes were glinting with amusement and Oliver sighed. He did not want Tommy to read the messages for some reason. 

His phone buzzed and he looked down. 

UNKNOWN: FYI, if Mr. Merlyn reads the messages the bet is off. I’ll be too embarrassed to come face to face, and technically, if he helps you now, he is the winner, anyways. :P

Oliver didn’t know whether to grin or be impatient at her for delaying it. But he was enjoying it.  

“Nope,” Oliver replied to Tommy, waving his phone to make sure she knew if she was watching that he was declining it. “Can;t do. You just stand there or go away. I’ll have to sift on my own now.”

Tommy scrunched his face. “Damn it. I wish i could have gotten my hands on her underwear before you.” 

Chuckling at Oliver’s narrowed eyes, Tommy waved at the bar and left Oliver to his own devices. 

Taking a deep breath, Oliver got through sorting the non-satin and satin and finally had a tiny pile of ten panties. Ten. Six of them were bright but solid colors. Two of them had patterns and dots. One was embroidered and one had multi colored swirls on it. 

He quickly typed another text. 

ME : Down to 10.

UNKNOWN: Three guesses? 

Oliver looked down at the ten options and thought for a moment before replying. 

ME : Pink and white stripes?

UNKNOWN: Nope. 

Shit. 

He removed the pink and white one aside and looked closely at the rest. 

ME : Polka dots? 

UNKNOWN: Nope.

His pulse spiked and he felt adrenaline hit his system. Last guess. If he got this wrong, she’d walk out and he’d never know who she was. He needed to know who she was.  

Taking a deep breath, he typed, his hand hovering over the send button before pressing on it. 

ME : Embroidered?

He waited, tapping his finger against his phone, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he waited. 

UNKNOWN: Nope.

His heart sank and chest tightened. It shouldn’t have, but it did. He barely even knew the woman and yet the thought of not being able to meet her, of knowing he had lost his chance after trying so hard, was burning like acid through him. He exhaled loudly, hanging his head and closed his eyes, a life time of wasted opportunities, of wasted chances, weighing down on him, settling upon him again now that the momentary buoyancy she had provided was gone. 

Maybe it was better like this. What the hell could he have given her anyways?

Maybe it was not. Maybe, he could have given her something. Maybe. 

A life time of maybes. 

“It’s this one.”

His eyes flew open to see a small hand with pink nails holding the panties with the colorful swirls on them. The heat he felt rising in his chest was unlike anything he had known before. The hope the rose after being squashed was something he very rarely felt. 

Taking a deep breath, he turned around to see her, finally, and faced her as she stood a little behind him. And he blinked. She fit perfectly with those messages. Perfectly. Her blonde hair was tied back in a high ponytail and she wore big, rectangular glasses framing such beautiful, blue eyes. Her mouth was lush and painted bright red and she wore a red dress that fell to just above her knees with tall heels. And even with the heels, she was tiny and shuffling awkwardly as she faced him. 

“You never asked me what I would get if I won the bet,” she began in a soft, feminine voice that somehow fit her, waving the hand not holding the underwear. “I got to meet you. Plus you tried so I figured you deserved to at least see me. And just stare. Which you are doing and it’s kind of freaking me out because you are just staring. Why are you staring?”

Oliver stared a little more, unable to help himself, and extended his hand to her. “Oliver Queen.”

She raised her eyebrows, looking down at his hand. “This is surreal. After sifting through gazillion panties to look for mine, you’re actually offering me your hand?”

Chuckling, she placed her small, soft hand into his, and blinked up big, blue eyes at him, reeling him in harder. “Felicity Smoak.”

Felicity. Her name fit too. 

And following instincts like he always did, Oliver dropped a soft kiss on the hand he held, smiling at the flush that covered her face. 

Oliver, for the first time in a long time, felt good.


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