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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.

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.”

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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