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Imagine bringing your child out to public for the first time with Chris.

A/N: Here’s the epilogue! Oh my God, it’s always so hard to part with a series. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it, I’m not sure if I’ll be back again with another but we’ll see. I’ll be linking the previous parts here: (Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist)

You and Chris smiled as you watched your son look out the tinted window of the limousine; he was utterly mesmerized by the crowds of people waiting to see his father, as well as the rest of the ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ cast. As insane as it was, you and Chris had decided to take your seventeen month old baby to the premiere of Infinity War Part 2.

There were a few reasons that led to the decision: Chris not wanting to be apart from either of you, you not wanting to miss Chris’ premiere, the cast wanting Baby Cap to be apart of the celebration, Chris not wanting to constantly answer the question “when will we see Jack?”, both of you a little sick of the paparazzi trying to get a sneaky shot of your son; the list went on and on. It took a couple nights of discussion before you finally decided that it was time for your child to be introduced to Hollywood. You both agreed that if Ryan and Blake did it with ease, why couldn’t the two of you do it too?

“Daddy, look.” Jack glanced back at Chris as he poked his tiny finger at the window. “People,” he said with a wide grin which made you and Chris smile. “Lots of people.” He said then giggled to himself, making you and Chris chuckle.

It amazed the two of you how smart your son was at seventeen months old; he could speak in full sentences with zero baby talk. You believed it was because your son was a genius, whereas Chris said it was because of your control issues; you spoke to your son like you spoke to other adults, banning baby talk completely because- that was how your mom raised you and your brothers. Whatever the reason, you were both glad your son was the way he was because he made a very good conversationalist and gave both of you the company you needed when the other was working.

The limousine slowed to a stop and Jack gasped excitedly, carefully climbing off the leather seat and padding over to the door. “Let’s go,” he said and yanked at the locked door handle. “Daddy, let’s go. Open the door, please.” He grabbed Chris’ hand and put it on the handle, thinking his father could open what he couldn’t.

“Before I do, we’re going to have to talk man to man.” Chris told Jack. “Okay, buddy?” He asked for confirmation and Jack nodded in response. “There are lots of people here tonight, so you’re going to have to stay with-”

“Is Uncle Seba going to be there?” Jack quizzed.

“Yes, he is.” Chris nodded, chuckling softly. “Now you’re going-”

“What about Auntie Scar?” Jack continued to interrupt his father; Chris glanced at you with a weary smile and you pressed your lips together, suppressing your smile; he clearly got that from you. “Is she going to be there?”

“Yes sweetheart,” you told him, taking his small hands in yours. “They’re all going to be there. Uncle Rob, Uncle Tony, Uncle Chris, Aunt Liz, everyone is going to be there.” You said and he smiled. “Now can you please listen to us while we give out some ground rules?”

“Ground rules,” he nodded and pressed his lips together to show you he was done talking. You turned to Chris with a smug smirk and he scoffed, chuckling softly with a shake of his head. Jack Evans was close with his father, yes, but that boy was definitely your boy.

“You’re going to have to stay close to me and your daddy, okay?” You told him and he nodded. “There are going to be lots of people tonight, if you run off- we won’t be able to find you and that is going to make us very upset. You don’t want to see us upset, do you?” He shook his head. “Good,” you kissed the top of his head.

“But let’s say I do run off,” he began as you pulled away. “By accident,” he quickly added, feigning innocence before that cheeky grin; a splitting image of Chris, really. “Won’t Captain America just be able to find me?” He asked and made both you and Chris burst into laughter.

“You know what, bud.” Chris picked your laughing son up and hooked him onto his side. “I think it’s safer if you just cling onto Captain America tonight.” Jack giggled when Chris tickled him, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck. “You too, beautiful,” he looked over at you with a smile and you nodded, slipping your hand into his. 

• • • • • • • • 

The crowd unsurprisingly went wild at the sight of the three of you on the red carpet, the surprising thing was how much your son enjoyed the attention; the one trait that he didn’t get from the two of you. He giggled every time he did something cute and got the crowds cheering for him, it definitely got you thinking about what career he was going to pursue when he was older. You and Chris glanced at each other, smiling as you watched your son wave at the cameras; perhaps being made for Hollywood was genetic.

“Chris, Y/N! It’s so good to see you again,” Alexia, a known reporter from Vanity Fair, greeted the both of you with a smile that grew wider when Jack smiled and waved at her. “Hi buddy,” she gave him a small wave. “This must be the famous Jack Evans, it’s very nice to finally meet you.”

“I’m famous?” Jack looked over at you and Chris; the both of you chuckled and nodded. “I’m famous!” He cheered, leaning back and throwing his arms in the air. “Daddy,” he cupped Chris’ face in his small hands, “I’m famous. Did you know that?”

“Do you even know what famous means, bud?” Chris chuckled softly.

“It’s what you and Momma are,” he responded. “And now I’m famous too.”

“He’s adorable,” Alexia commented and you both nodded in agreement. “It’s really nice to see all of you out and about. It’s been a while, especially for you, Y/N.” You nodded. “How has parenthood been treating both of you? Things must be a little chaotic around the house considering-” she gestured to Chris, “you have press and-” she gestured to you, “you’re just getting back into work. I heard you’ve just signed a contract with Paramount writing a drama?” You nodded. “So what’s life like at home? You both look great, by the way.”

“Doesn’t she?” Chris smiled at you.

“Oh stop it,” you looked over at Chris, chuckling, before you turned back to Alexia. “No, things have actually been really smooth sailing at home. Yes, we’ve got a lot on our plates but we’ve got a great family backing us up. Both our parents have been incredibly helpful, Chris’ siblings- Scott and Shana who don’t have kids of their own are always happy to help us with Jack. It also helps that Jack is superbly well-behaved,” you smiled at Jack when he giggled. “And that I’ve got a wonderful husband. We only work because we’re a team, and we are a very good team.”

“A well oiled-” Chris began only to be interrupted by Jack.

“Uncle Seba!” Jack spotted Sebastian and called out excitedly, reaching over Chris’ shoulder; Sebastian opened his mouth and widened his eyes, running over in the most comedic manner to make Jack laugh. “Uncle Seba!” He laughed, clapping his hands.

“Hey Jack Jack.” Sebastian booped his nose and Jack’s laughter grew louder. “You look so handsome in your little suit, I wish I was as handsome as you.” Jack tapped Chris’ shoulder and gestured for him to pass him over to Uncle Seba. “C'mere, bud.” Sebastian held out his arms with a soft chuckle.

“You basically gave a speech and he didn’t interrupt you once, but the second I speak-” Chris shook his head, chuckling as he passed Jack over to Sebastian. “You’re too much like your mom, Jack.” He said, straightened the back of Jack’s little jacket.

“I think he’s too much like you,” you disagreed, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around your waist. “You always said you were a momma’s boy, right?” You whispered into his ear and he chuckled. “I guess this is payback for how you made your dad feel.”

“Look, who’s that?” Sebastian bounced Jack in his arms as he pointed at Anthony who was finishing up an interview a few meters down. “It’s Mack Attack, do you want to go say hi?” He asked Jack who immediately nodded. “Let’s-” He stopped himself when he remembered Jack wasn’t his kid and his parents were standing right there. “Can we?” He asked, his eyes as wide and innocent as your son’s.

“Please?” Jack pleaded. “Can we, please?”

“What do you think?” You looked over at Chris and he sighed, chuckling.

“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” you heard Sebastian whisper into Jack’s ear.

“Captain America would trust Bucky Barnes,” Jack repeated for his father to hear and you all laughed. “Please, Daddy? Please can I go? I promise I won’t run off, I’ll stay with Uncle Seba until I see you and Momma again.”

“I’ll take good care of him,” Sebastian assured the both of you.

“Fine,” Chris finally caved. Sebastian and Jack grinned at each other and started to make their way over to Anthony, who had spotted them and was now grinning too. “If you lose him, Sebastian Stan, don’t bother coming back.” Chris called after them and earned a two finger wave from both boys, making you laugh.

“Relax,” you gently rubbed his back.

“Gee, thanks,” he bit sarcastically and you chuckled.

“Do you need a distraction?” You asked. “I’ve got some Gummi Bears in my clutch.”

“I think I’d much rather a kiss.” He told you and smiled when you leaned in, pressing your lips against his. You felt him smile as you smiled yourself. “Yeah,” he breathed when he broke it, resting his forehead against yours. “Much better.”

“Higher, higher!” You heard your son cheer and both of you turned in their direction; Anthony was now holding Jack, and tossing him in the air. Chris gasped whereas you chuckled. “Higher, Uncle Tony!” He squealed with delight as he was tossed up again.

“Mackie!” Chris pulled away from you and jogged over, leaving you behind. “How many times have I told you not to toss my son in the air! Hey, stop! Sebastian, I trusted you to keep him safe. That is not keeping him safe!”

“He’s a protective dad, isn’t he?” Alexia quizzed, laughing softly.

“Did we really expect him to be anything less?” You responded, smiling.

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Type: Imagine


Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader


Prompt: Eleventh doc x insecure reader? Lots and lots of fluff?


By: Anonymous


((Here’s to you, kid. Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I… really have no excuse. Let’s just go with me being a lazy bint, eh? I’m cool with that! Now, ONTO THE IMAGINE!))




“(Y/N)! Love, I’m sure you look amazing. Come on out, yeah?”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you turned this and that way in the mirror. Fingering the fabric of the dress, you tried to tug it down as much as possible but it only caused more of your chest to become exposed. It was a vicious cycle that only lead to you becoming more and more red and the Doctor becoming more and more impatient.

He was a toddler trapped in the body of an attractive man so… you would’ve expected it.

You briefly considered just changing into something else however the TARDIS seemed displeased with your hesitation. With the nearly indistinguishable brushes across your mind, you were able to get the basic idea.

The TARDIS wanted you to calm down and just go out there.

On shaky legs, you turned away from the mirror after moving a loose curl behind your ear. Facing the door of the wardrobe, you already knew that the TARDIS had moved the room. As soon as you stepped out, hello control room. Hello, Doctor.

Taking deep breaths, you began slowly walking to the door with the click of your heels being the only sound.









Stopping in front of the door, you bounced in place a little in order to shake off the jitters traveling through your body. As you grasped the doorknob, slowly turning it, you found yourself idly wondering if you’d had lipstick on your teeth.



Not the time for dramatics, you irritably thought to the TARDIS before all of your thoughts caught off.

There he was. The Doctor.

He’d actually dressed up for the occasion. A black suit with a white undershirt and his signature maroon bowtie that matched the shade of your dress perfectly. He even brandished a fancy cane and top hat, seeming to have taken some glee in being able to dress up for your date.

And you were sure the TARDIS helped him out, as well.

He’d seemed to have been pacing the control room, glancing over at the unnoticeable door in the corner of the control room that’d appeared. You felt a swelling of guilt in your stomach for being such a nuisance and making him worry. You’d always hated making him worry.

When the door opened, the Doctor was quick to spin around to face you having clearly been excited to see you. And when he did see you? Oh, the expression on his face. From the widening of his eyes, growing redness of his cheeks, or how he’d began moving around seeming to have no idea as to what he should do with his hands, you could go on. All in all, he just seemed so… taken by you. So drawn in by you that you couldn’t help the flushing of your cheeks as you looked away from his warm gaze.

However, it seems the Doctor had caught on to his lapse of words. Muttering to himself with the phrase ‘oh my’ thrown in there, he seemed decidedly rattled as he stuttered out his words.

“W-wow. (Y-y/N), you look…”

Ugly. Disgusting. Like a bloated whale. Like a poodle in a mini-skirt, what? I’m sure I’ve heard them all. Even though you knew the Doctor would never say anything like that, you couldn’t successfully push away all the dark thoughts that were following you.


Meeting the Doctor’s eyes, your red tinted lips parted in surprise. And from the redness of his cheeks, you could tell the Doctor didn’t mean to say it either. But, he did.

“R-really?” You asked against your will, feeling the swell of hope in your chest. It was almost sad how much you valued his opinion. How you felt so insecure of yourself that a simple compliment made you want to glomp the person. (In this case, the Doctor.)

Seeming to catch onto your thoughts, the Doctor seemed to compose himself and regain his normal demeanor. Moving towards you with a bit of caution, the Doctor stopped a few feet away from you. Grabbing onto one of your hands, he brought the back of your hand to his lips to leave a small kiss. You were sure you looked like a tomato at this point.

Moving his lips, he instead chose to hold the hand with both of his own, cradling it in a way. He gave you a patient and kind smile that was so sweet, so genuine, and so unbelievably honest that you could cry.

“(Y/N), you are a kind, clever, beautiful, and talented girl. You are more precious to me then you could ever imagine. Please, do not for one second think… that you are less than brilliant. You are fantastic and I am sorry for whatever you’ve gone through. I am sorry for whatever it was in your past that made you feel… that made you feel like you couldn’t even wear a dress.” You were in tears at this point, you could feel them falling and could very clearly notice the blurring of the Doctor’s face. You used your free hand to wipe at your eyes, not caring for the smudged eyeliner at this point.

His right hand let go of yours, instead using his hand to brush away a stubborn strand of hair from your face and instead moving it behind your ear. He stroked your cheek comfortingly.

“You are one of the most important people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. Don’t, for one second, think that you aren’t important. That you aren’t beautiful. That you aren’t worth it. That you’re disgusting or ugly. You’re beautiful on the inside and out, my love, I promise. Cross my hearts.” He pressed his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss that made you sob, unable to control yourself as you pressed yourself to him.

“I-I love you. So much, I just-.“ Your words were whispered, mumbled quietly into his, now soaked, jacket. He simply held you tighter, cradling your head against his chest.

“I love you too.” He responded, stroking your hair in a calming motion that made you practically turn to jelly in his arms.

Yeah, you both wouldn’t be leaving the TARDIS anytime soon.

A Cure For Each Other

- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡

-1559 words
-fluff with a hint of sadness


study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was  always alone with silent tears and studying.

my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.

“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.

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You missed a spot

Tumblr has done an irreparable damage to me and that is giving me so many good, fluffy, smutty Steve fics that I have him stuck in my brain now-(cries)

Just late (very late) night inspiration that of course is not as good as it it in my brain, but this is a thing I do.

Word count: 631

Notes: None?

“You have five seconds to tell me why you’re still holding my hand, Captain” Y/N said as her eyes gazed down to their joined hands before looking up at him. A small smirk played on her lips as a hint of mischief made its way to her narrowed Y/E/C eyes.

Steve eyes widen and she could had sworn his cheeks became a light dusty shade of pink as he cleared his throat while he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, clearly embarrassed as she called him out on the simple action. His mouth parted to say something, but it never left his lips as Y/N interrupted with laughter while her head shook side to side making the hero slightly confused as he watched her.

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THE POWER COUPLE || MALEC WEEK || Day 4: Greek Mythology

A lot of fandom contributed on Malec week and I am so happy to the contributions.I am motivated to finally write and contribute to malec week too. So here it is.I hope you guys like it.Forgive me if there are any mistakes.Here we go.

Note: Zeus(God of the Sky)

Poseidon (God of the Sea)

Athena(Goddess of Wisdom, War, and Useful Arts)

Minerva(Goddes of Wisdom)

The Power Couple

Alec was nervous but he had no reason to. He is a demigod with tall, dark and handsome features as expected from his father, Zeus. His battle strategy, quick thinking skill, strength and skill are none to others and he personally got told by Zeus that he is proud of him but he has to train and improve more. Some of the demigods seemed attractive to him but as awkward and shy as he is, he treated them as trouble. He let out a rumour of almighty proud son of Zeus where he doesn’t like to talk with anyone. He is just shy. Alec has stood one of the strongest men of the Demigod half-blood camp where half human children of gods are trained and camped until they graduate with skills and knowledge enough to blend in and survive while protect theirselves from mythical evil creatures.

Alec wore his quiver and grabbed his bow. This is the flag game training where the demigods are paired in two to fight for the flag at the top. His best friend and cousin, Jace, reached out to him. Jace is the son of Poseidon so literally they are cousins. Jace looked casually great in his flowing blonde hair with his mismatched blue and brown eyes. Jace is also popular in the camp with the girls because of his good looks, witty, flirty over-confident and cockiness pairing up with Izzy nicknamed of Isabelle, Alec’s younger sibling. The sibling trio is very popular in the camp as power trio.

“Hey” Alec greeted his cousin. “Hey back, Alec.” Jace said while preparing his long sword and armor. Their combination is great. Alec made strategy and backed up protection with his bow and arrows while Jace barged in bravely with his sword trusting his back to his cousin. “Ready for today?” Jace continued.  “Let’s get this over with.” Alec grinned. “Where is Izzy?” Jace rolled his eyes to Izzy’s. She was in the centre of demigod boys. Alec rolled his eyes too.

“Attention. Welcome from the 159th Flag game. I am sure all of you are very excited.” The Centaur Instructor, Hodge , spoke grandly in pride.

“The rules are usual. But as we counted in the feedbacks, we’ve come to agree with a new rule. That is only fair and I bid you all will act according to it.”

They all frowned. What is the Instructor trying to do?

“No advance pairing. The pairing will be made by lottery method. Well, we can’t have choosing as we like in life, can we? Especially for the strong ones in battle.” Alec got uncomfortable. He and Jace won for 3 times in a row. I used my brain and skills too. Not to mention that no power rule. Alec screamed internally. Jace sighed.

Hodge kept up with his words, putting every demigods’ names to the bucket. He took out two each and paired them up.

“Isabelle, Daughter of Zeus pairing up with Simon, Son of Minerva.”

Izzy got up smiling and the boys were angry as Simon awaited her in a daze like she was his goddess.

“Jonathan Christopher, Son of Poseidon pairing up with Clarissa, Daughter of Athena.”

“Perhaps this isn’t so bad.” Jace grinned and patted Alec’s shoulder. “Damn, she is cute. Good luck, brother.”  Jace walked over to the thin red hair girl with frackles. She stood out in her red hair.

Alec was nervous with no one left beside him. A couple of people were paired and he fidgeted so hard, thinking how troublesome it would be with someone he didn’t know.

“Alexander, Son of Zeus to be paired with Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.”

The audience gaspsed.  Izzy couldn’t believe her brother’s luck and Jace’s mouth was dropped open. Alec shrinked into his seat wondering where is that guy or should he come find him. He blushed and his head hanged down, staring immersely into the ground. That is, until, somebody sat beside him.

“I am Magnus, Son of Aphrodite.” He heard as the person greeted him. The voice was kind, gentle and sweet. Alec looked up to the man and his jaw literally dropped. The man with caramel-skinned and dark spiked up hair who was looking at him was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His silk sky blue shirt accompanied with beautiful accessories. He knew how to dress up with glitter for a man. Magnus chuckled as Alec couldn’t stop staring at him.

“I may be flashy as I seem but I promise you won’t regret.” Magnus added.

“No. No problem at all. I am Alec, Son of Zeus.” Alec handed out his hand.

“Alexander. I know.” Magnus took his hand, brought it to his lip and softly kissed the back of his palm. The whole audience who were eyeing on them the entire time gasped and it was loud enough for Alec to hear, unfortunately. Alec’s face burned with dark red tint blush across his cheek while Magnus savored his innocent blushing. Magnus stared straight into Alec’s beautiful hazel eyes without letting go of his hand. Boy, his hand was warm and Alec’s heart skipped a beat.


Summary: Emperor Ren holds the map that leads to Skywalker and the Resistance’s general–Leia Organa–requests you [an independent bounty hunter] to retrieve it. The only down part to it is, you and the emperor have history.

A/N: So I’ve been thinking of this idea for quite some time now, a few things were new ideas, but the overall thing has been on the back of my mind. I’m a huge fan of the idea of king/emperor ren as well as the anime cowboy bebop and I thought it would be cool to have the two worlds collide. It’s sort of a modern yet futuristic au as there’s space travel and hover crafts, but there’s still cars and basic weaponry. You’ll see, it’s pretty experimental but I like it. Enjoy and feedback is welcomed :) [also, this song may or may not have influenced the title]

Warning: Blood/Violence (although not so intense)

Word Count: 6.3K+

Heavy panting echoed in your ears, chest heaving as you found yourself slowly fading in and out. “Don’t you dare go…” You breathed out. Everything around you was fading, colors mixing into one another as the world around you began to blur. “Don’t…you dare go…” Taking in deep breaths as your chest began to ache, you reached your arm out and aimed the weapon in it. “Don’t you dare leave me!”

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“What?!” You gasp, holding the letter in front of you, darting your wide eyes as you read a letter of employment from Alfred Pennyworth, “Hourly wage of 59 dollars!” Your lips turn into a large grin, hugging the tan hued letter in your arms, dancing around your one bedroom apartment. Due to complications after college, you found yourself scrambling for on-the-side jobs until finding an actual career that brought bread to the table. Realizing the time, you quickly put on a long coat and scarf before heading out the door, locking it in a hurry. You had a meeting with a guardian angel.

“I do hope the policies are not too much to ask of you, Ms.(Y/L/N).” Alfred smiled. You shook your head, “No, this is all right. Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. This is really life changing!” You constantly bowed in such gratitude and followed him inside a large black car with tinted windows. As you were driven through the gateway to a large mansion, your eyes constantly wandered around in awe. Do all billionaires live like this? You ask yourself, smiling slightly. This was such a great opportunity to turn your life around and maybe move out of that hellhole apartment.

Entering the manor, you gasp at all of the expensive decor and furniture that appeared with every step you took. “Master Wayne is currently out on some errands, so I’ll quickly acquaint you with the whole manor. If you’d follow me, madam!” Alfred motioned you to follow, giving you an exquisite tour of the whole mansion. Returning back to the main hall, as there were so many, Alfred made sure to emphasize one rule, “Also, please refrain from exploring into areas I haven’t shown you. It is of utmost importance that you do not run into things private to Master Wayne.” You nodded, but wondered what things would Alfred be talking about. “Now, I shall see you tomorrow at nine in the morning!” Alfred led you outside and called for a cab, paying in advance for you. “Thank you, Alfred!” You wave before entering the taxi gleefully.

“Good morning, (y/n)!” Alfred greeted you as he opened the main doors. He explained a few things he had to attend to, leaving you to clean the bathrooms and prepare a meal for Bruce, as he knew your culinary talents provided by your resume. You immediately tied your hair up, slipped on your handmade apron, and began wiping down the sinks and bathtubs of all five bathrooms. After finishing the last of the five, you dap your apron across your damp forehead and proceed to the kitchen. After washing your hands and face, you decide to make chicken alfredo. Grabbing the pasta, the chicken, and the ingredients for alfredo, you begin to work your culinary arts magic. Once stirring the whole mix together, you inhale the heavenly smells and grin in excitement for the food, “This shit is the bomb.” You squeal to yourself, lowering the heat.

“Hopefully I won’t be eating feces tonight.” You hear a voice from behind you, causing a sudden scream come out. The man had black hair and a sideways grin, chuckling softly. “No, I, that was, it’s not shi- feces.” Your cheeks begin flushing as you lower your spoon to your side. “It’s all right. Smells great by the way.” He approached you, eventually bending down and grabbing a whiff of the pasta.  “I look forward to eating this.” He smiled and left the kitchen. You had your mouth slightly open, staring off into space until things suddenly clicked in your mind, “Bruce! That’s him..” You whisper to yourself, narrowing your eyes. Isn’t he some chick magnet playboy?!

Alfred returned from his errands, immediately serving the alfredo along with the additional side appetizers you prepared after the little encounter with Bruce. You slowly creeped out of the kitchen, watching Bruce begin eating the pasta. After the first day, there hasn’t been a day gone by without a flirty remark from Bruce as you cooked or wiped down a sink or two. Eventually, your unamused responses caused Bruce to quit his playboy antics, thus his appearance around the manor diminished as well.

On your way to purchase some groceries for the manor, since you basically live there, you stop by a certain clothing shop. You told yourself it was just a quick in-and-out glance. “Hello, welcome to xxx. What are you interested in looking for tonight?” A lady with black hair and a sharp bobbed haircut said with a smile. “I’m just looking around, thank you.” You smiled and proceeded to check out the accessories, but quickly made your way out. “Two thousand dollars?!” You mouth, walking down the dark street. The price of a jacket you had glanced at made sure you were to never return again. Holding the plastic bags in your hands, you quietly walked but made sure to stay under the street lights. Darkness creeped you out. As you walk past a pitch black alleyway, you are surprisingly grabbed by your right arm. Too confused to respond, you remain quiet until looking upon a man above you, pointing what appeared to be a gun at your side, “Give me all you have princess, or you won’t open your eyes ever again!” You remained quiet from shock, clutching onto the bags of groceries you paid for with your own money, “I-” you begin, “please don’t. I spent all I had on groceries, just put down that gun and I can help you out..” Your eyes were squeezed tight, knowing it was all over. Guys like these don’t take no for an answer or any other answer that yes.

“Oh shit!” You heard him say, then a loud bang from the gun. You collapsed onto the pavement, still holding onto the bags. You saw a large dark figure, then you blacked out. Awakening once more, you found yourself in someone’s arms. He was in all black and he was silent as ever.

“Wh-who are, what?” Your speech began slurring the moment you started to speak. You squirmed around in his arms until a sharp pain struck throughout your body, causing you to yelp in the process.

You awaken once more in a hospital room, with the company of the heart monitor machine. You blink several times before glancing around the white and beige room, gazing upon a man sleeping across from your bed. You recognized his broad shoulders but your mind was still fuzzy. Struggling to get up, the man quickly rose from his chair and tried to help you up.

“Bruce?” You looked up at him. He ignored you for a moment, grabbing ahold of you to adjust your position to sit upright. He hadn’t looked at you until you began sniffling. Warm tears fell down your face as you finally recollected the memories of last night. Bruce grabbed the kleenex box and placed it on your lap, sitting on the chair besides the bed. “Did Alfred get the groceries?” You asked with your lower lip protruding outward. Bruce frowned at you, wiping your tears, “Yes, (y/n), he did. Don’t even worry about that. What do you remember? I don’t want to put a lot of pressur-” You began to describe the events that took place. “I exited from a store and walked down the sidewalk and passed a dark alleyway. This guy asked for all I had and then I think he shot me. But there was someone there who helped me, but I couldn’t see his face becau- because he was in all black.” Bruce sighed and shut his eyes, looking somewhat relieved, and placed his hand across your thigh. “It’s all right now, (y/n). Doctors stitched you up, and the IV is almost finished. You can take a vacation, go see your family or something. You deserve it.” Bruce began to get ready to leave, but before doing so, he glanced at you once more before disappearing.

A couple days after your recovery, you decided to visit Alfred and hopefully Bruce as well. Knocking on the doors, you waited for at least ten minutes before quitting, returning to your car. With the day still ahead, you decide to visit the mall to get some shoes or something; you wanted to get your mind off of that one night. Walking around the mall, you find the bathroom. Before entering a stall, you hear a quiet conversation. You decided it was best to find another bathroom, hearing their conversation contained bombing the mall and killing people. But before leaving quietly, the door squeaked. You began to bolt out of the bathrooms but had been grabbed by your hair, pulling you closer to who appeared to be a lunatic. He wore a prison suit along with rifles and grenades strapped around his body. You glanced behind him and a few more clones of him stood by with manic grins.

Having been knocked out by a punch or two, you woke up on the mall floor. People were whimpering and crying as they two were on the floor. Several shouts were heard from far away and they got closer. “The next person crying is a dead man!” The men were all masked in different animals: pigs, cows, and wolves.

Your arms were restrained and a rising pain began to occur from your bullet wound. Damn, it must’ve opened up, you think. Trying to wriggle out of the rope that tied your wrists, you were violently grabbed by one of them and told to stand up with the shotgun barrel at your side.

“Get the camera ready!” He shouted. One of the wolves grabbed a phone and began recording you two. “Hello Gotham. Pig here. I wanna let you guys know that we’re gonna kill these people unless a certain nightcrawler comes outta the darkness! But don’t do anythin’ hasty Batsy. We know your weakness.” The man grabs your hair and takes out a knife, slowly pushing it into your skin causing a sudden sharp pain to spark on your throat. “Mistakes can be devestatin’.”

You were then pushed against the wall by the same pig masked criminal. He was silent, but you felt his smile widen every breath you took. “Now, let’s see how that open wound of yours is treatin’ ya.” He lifted up your shirt, exposing your side and a bit of your bra. You glanced down to see blood sliding down from the wound and winced at the pain. For a moment, he stood still, and then he started to lift off your whole shirt, laughing in the process. You panic and knee him in the groin, watching him yelp and hug himself. “Why you bitch!” He laid a heavy punch across your cheek, throwing you against the floor. Before he could do any more damage, the ceiling window crashed and down came the infamous Gotham hero: Batman. All of the hostages gasped but still remained on the floor, watching the bat approach you and the pig. Before he could walk any closer, the pig grabbed you from the floor and pointed a knife towards your stomach, threatening to kill you. “I’ll do it! Don’t you fuckin’ test me, asshole!” The traumatic memories invaded your conscious mind. You convinced yourself this wouldn’t end well.

“Why’re you just standin’ there!” the pig asked, sounding more nervous. You saw Batman grin before he threw his own knife, hitting pig’s hand and dropping the knife with a clang. With his last hope, he still held onto you until shoving you aside, receiving the first punch from the bat’s fist. The other masked men approached the three of you, aiming their weapons. As they all charged towards you both, Batman swiftly turned around to throw even more punches, eventually beating all six of them. He approached the rest of the captive citizens and removed all of their ropes, setting them free. Watching the others run towards the exit, Batman stomped towards you.

“Oh, I don’t have rope–” He released his long black cape and covered you with it, lifting you up from the blood-smeared floor. “We meet again, (y/n).” He said. His voice was robotic but he still heard the way he pronounces words. It was somewhat similar to Bruce’s talking. “Oh, right! I remem–” You yelled at the pain coursing through you, the cut on your throat to your opened gunshot wound.

Lifting you up in his arms, Batman carried you towards the mall’s exit, handing you to several paramedics who placed you onto a gurney. Before you were pushed towards the ambulance, you glanced to your savior of two times and smiled. “Thank you Batman.”

: ‘ - )

Payback Pt.2

A/N: Sorry, if it’s not amazing. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I just finished it. Teen Wolf Tuesday tomorrow, so I’ll be posting a new OC story Wednesday.

Request: i forgot to add this but it was a request by several people.

I composed myself before leaving the small room. It’d been about five minute since Theo had left leaving me there to reflect. Even with the memory fresh in my mind, I still couldn’t understand what happen. Well, I mean I know what happened, but I wasn’t sure why. Theo had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted with me. Torture me, kidnap me, even kill me. But instead, he’d chosen to fuck me. I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t enjoyed it. As I walked out of the room and roamed the unfamiliar passages of the piped line tunnels, I could feel the presence of his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and remembered how he felt inside of me, my walls tightening around his length. My core wet with arousal, and then it made sense.

“Oh my god.” I said my eyes flying open. This was his pay back. This is what he wanted. He wanted me to think about him after he was gone, to fantasize about him.

‘Oh, he’s good.’ I thought. ‘But I’m better.” I plotted me plans for revenge as I made my way out. I reached a large metal fence door that lead outside. I pushed it open, and to my dismay saw Malia and Liam had left me. I didn’t blame them though, they probably figured I’d left them. Unfortunately, Malia had driven us there, so I was stranded. I pulled out my phone, annoyed that they hadn’t at least called me, but I quickly found out why. My phone had died, and I wasn’t sure how long it had even been dead. I sighed dreading the walk home, but before I began my long journey I saw a large black pickup truck parked off to the side. I change my course to investigate it. I recognized it instantly once I was close. It was Theo’s!

‘He must’ve not left yet.’ I thought. I peered into the tinted window and saw the keys in the ignition. I chuckled shaking my head.

“Stupid boy.” I muttered to myself. I walked to the drivers side and pulled open the door. I heaved myself in the large vehicle and quietly shut the door behind me. I always thought Theo was daft but could he be daft enough to leave his precious car vulnerable and unattended. I didn’t second guess it. I twisted the keys, and the truck roared loudly. I knew I’d be caught if I didn’t get the hell out, so I slammed on the gas and peeled off. I giggled crazily as I zoomed away from the scene. I’d just stole Theo’s car!

Oh my god. I’d just stolen Theo’s car!

Stealing was still a crime, and my revenge would be short lived if I was arrested for grand theft. I decided to ditch it somewhere in the woods, somewhere it’d take him a while to find.

I finally found the perfect spot on a hill over looking the town. I got out of the truck, keys in hand, a smile big on my face. I threw the keys somewhere in the woods and turned to leave. I listen to the keys fly through the air, but was stumped when I didn’t hear them come back down. I looked back in the direction I threw them, squinting trying to see what hindered them from falling. I heard his devilish laugh before I saw him. Theo walked through the thick forest his keys in his hand.

‘Shit.’ I whispered under my breathe I was frozen in my spot.

“Nice try.“ He mocked. “No really. This was a cute stunt.”

“I…I uh needed a…a ride home.” I fumbled over my words. He came towards me until he was standing right in front of me.

“If you needed a ride Princess, you just need to ask.”

I gulped hard, trying to swallow my fear.

“S-stop calling me t-that.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you want me to do?” He grabbed my waist sternly pushing his hips into mine. “Or do you want me to give you a ride?” He rolled his hips against mine and I bit back a moan. Trying to regain control, I cleared my throat and pushed him away from me.

“I’m going home Theo! You got your stupid truck back, so leave me alone.” I spat turning from him and walking away. He grabbed my wrist whirling me around to face him.

“Leave you alone?” He said anger in his voice. “You stole my truck!” I ripped my hand from his grip.

“Only after you-” I stopped mid sentence knowing that if I admitted what he did. He’d win.

“Only after I what? Fucked your brains out?” He was getting cocky. I couldn’t let that happen, a blow to his ego should bring him down a notch.

“I mean it was alright.” I shrugged. The anger that was perviously in his voice was now on his face.

“Alright?” He repeated in disbelief. “I’ll show you alright.” He grabbed my wrist again and dragged me, only half unwillingly, to the black pickup. He opened the bed of the truck and lifted me onto it, so I was sitting on the edge of the door. He wedged his body in between my legs and placed his hands on my waist. He smirked cunningly at me, and leaned his face in closer to mine. I wanted him to kiss me, my head was screaming for him to plant his warm lips on mine. For them to line my body with kisses. He ghosted over my lips with his teasing me. He was doing it again, his game. His payback. He loved watching me beg for him, and I loved that he made me.

Oh god.

Did I just admit that? He moved his hands from my waist slowly down to my thighs creating goosebumps along the exposed skin. Our faces were still so close, and we were breathing each other’s air. Even his breath was intoxicating. As if I had no control, I started to connect our lips but stopped just as they brushed each other. I was playing a losing game but I had to at least try.

“Come on, Princess.” He breathed. I licked my lips and shook my head. He put his hands on the button of my jeans. “Kiss me.” He coaxed unbuttoning them in one swift motion. I shook my head again, I could feel his hard erection on my thigh weakening my will to resist. He unzipped them next, achingly slow and slipped his index finger past my panties reaching my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore and wrapped my arms around his neck tangling my fingers in his hair. He chuckled. “Kiss. Me. NOW!” He commanded softly. Finally I pressed my lips to his hard and he began moving his fingers in a circular motion. I moaned into his mouth giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue in. He moved his fingers faster as the kissing got sloppier. Our tongues wrestled each other for dominance. The fire in my belly pooled threatening to spill into pleasure. He pulled his lips away from mine and landed them on my neck kissing down to the nape.

“You gonna come Princess?” He asked between kisses.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“Ask me.” He demanded biting my neck lightly. My edge was close, but I didn’t know what he wanted.

“Ask me if you can come!” He said as if reading my mind.

“Please Theo can I come?” I almost begged.

“Please who?” He question pulling back to look at me.

“Theo!’ I moaned out again knowing any second I could come. He pulled his fingers from clit and I whined at the loss of friction.

“You wanna come?” He teased.

“Yes! I said through gritted teeth.

“Then you ask Daddy if you can come.” He said gesturing to himself.

“Daddy?” I scoffed cocking an eyebrow. Theo didn’t like being mocked and put both hands at the collar of my shirt, ripping it in two. I gasped and looked down at my clad bra torso. He pulled the cups down under my breast and they spilled out. He wrapped his mouth around my right nipple and nibbled on it lightly, a groan slipping through my lips. I wanted, no, needed him to be inside of me.

“Daddy.” I moaned. He pulled back and switch breasts.

“There you go, Princess.” He sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub, making me whine with pleasure. He smiled again, obviously satisfied things were going his way.

“My turn.” He said stepping back from me. His famous smirk stayed on his face as he unbuckled his pants. I reached out touching my hands over his bulge and was rewarded with a growl. He pulled my hand up to his button and made me undo it and his zipper. He pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees and I grabbed his stiff member with my hand pumping it a few times. He threw back his head letting out a full moan. I scooted off the truck and on the my knees to the leaf and stick littered forest ground. He grabbed my hair in a makeshift ponytail and pushed my head onto his member. It passed through my lips and to the back of my throat. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth, grunts and growls escaping from him.

“You’re mouth feels so good.” He groaned. “Maybe I’ll just fuck these pretty lips, and not you.” I let out a small whimper sending vibrations around him. He chucked and pulled out of my mouth with a ‘pop’.

“Take those off and get back up there.” He nodded to the bed of the truck. I obeyed him pushing my shorts down and just I went to do the same with my panties, he stopped me.

“Keep those. You look sexy in them.” I felt a pulse in my core from the compliment. I hopped back on the truck as he pulled out a condom, ripped open the foil packet, and he pushed the latex around his dick. He positioned himself back between my legs, and teased my bundle of nerves with his tip. I tilted my head back.

“Please Daddy! Please?” I begged. He moved my panties aside so he could push himself inside me. I groaned wildly when he entered me, he grabbed my hips thrusting in and out of me slowly. He felt better inside me then I remembered and I clenched my walls around him.

"Fuck you’re tight.” He moaned. I gripped the edge of the truck as his thrusts quickened, the truck moving in sync with his movements. Once again the familiar sensation in my core bubbled. “Faster.” I almost screamed.

“Say it!” He growled at me.

“Please Daddy. Faster.” He obliged pounding into me, perfectly hitting my g-spot.

“I’m going to-” I stopped myself knowing I’d have to ask to do what was only a few thrusts away.

“Daddy? Can I come?” I pleaded.

“Yes, come for me.” The words pushed me over my edge and I finally reached me toe curling orgasm. I let out an animalistic moan, the sound must have been just what Theo needed to come because he did seconds later. He rode out his orgasm, before crashing on top of me. Both our breathing was temporarily labored. As soon as they settled, he did something unexpected. He kissed me. Light, and sweetly. He pulled out, and took off the condom throwing it somewhere unseen. I pulled my shorts up and glanced over at Theo who was staring at me as he dressed.

“You know if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying yourself more than I was.” I smiled.

“Well, you should know better.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and looked down trying to figure out how I was going to go anywhere with my shirt in two pieces. Theo took his shirt off, walking over to hand it to me. I smiled at him and pulled it over my head. He looked me over in his shirt and smirked.

“Still need a ride home?”

Imagine sitting next to Chris on a flight to New York.

You slung your bag over your shoulder as you strolled through the air-bridge along with your fellow passengers headed for New York City. You were finally headed home after spending the last two weeks in and around Rome; it was meant to be a holiday but somehow you let work get in your way. You were a huge fan of Italian cuisine and couldn’t pass up an opportunity to do some research for your restaurant. You were a lot like your father in that manner, you were always more than willing to work yourself to the core if it meant improving in the kitchen. How did people think you ended up with the title of ‘New York’s Finest Chef’? There was a plus side to your exhaustion, you were promised sleep the entire flight home.

You passed your first-class ticket to the stewardess and upon looking at your seat number, she grinned. “Aren’t you lucky?” She commented, much to your confusion. “On the right.” She directed you to your seat with a gesture of her hand.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as she passed your ticket back to you. You shook your head with pressed lips then glanced at your ticket as you made your way down the aisle, scanning for your allocated seat.


You found your seat by the window, in the seat next to you was a very well-built man in a tight blue Henley shirt. Even though you couldn’t properly see his face because he was hiding it behind a black cap and a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses, it was obvious he was very good looking man from what you could see.

“Hi, um- sorry, excuse me.” You addressed the man and he looked up at you, his face prompting continuation. “I just need to get to my seat,” you told him and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

“Oh, right.” He spoke and you found his voice oddly familiar. “Uh- sorry.” He chuckled softly then smiled and flashed his perfect white teeth before getting to his feet. “After you.” He stepped into the aisle so you could get through to your seat.

You sat down and got settled then watched as he did the same. He looked incredibly familiar and you didn’t know why. If only he’d just take off those damn sunglasses so you could get a glimpse of his face and figure out where you’d seen him because- you were about ninety percent sure you knew him from somewhere. You wondered if you had been of service to him before. It was possible, your restaurant had catered many A-List parties as well as served quite a number of the rich and famous. You wanted to ask but he didn’t seem to recognize you so you left it, fearing the risk of being wrong and embarrassing yourself.

“Thanks,” you turned to him with a smile. “And don’t worry about standing up again, I’m most likely going to sleep through the entire flight anyway.” You told him as you pulled out your iPhone and headset from you bag before shoving it back under the seat in front of you.

“Here I was thinking I had a companion to chat with.” He joked then chuckled lightly and you felt yourself doing the same. “Are you in Rome for work?” He quizzed and you nodded. “Same here. Are you headed home?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded. “How about you?”

“Not quite,” he shook his head. “I’m an American, obviously, but um- I’m not from New York. I’m just there for a week for a few more press tours before I’m allowed back to Boston to see my family. Let’s just say that it has been a loooong six months for me,” he stated it out dramatically then laughed when you did.

You turned and looked out window, thinking about what he had just said and replayed it in your head. You picked out a few words and phrases that stuck out for you; 'New York’, 'press tours’, 'Boston to see my family’, and 'loooong six months’. It kind of reminded you of the interview your favorite actor, Chris Evans did a couple days ago. Your body stiffened in your seat and you turned back to the man sat next to you and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was too busy reading something on his phone to realize you were gawking at him. The longer you looked at him, the more you noticed how much he looked like Chris Evans; you’d seen enough pictures of him to recognize that magnificent jawline, even when it was hidden behind his beard.

“Captain America?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. He laughed softly and though you were embarrassed, it did tell you that you were sitting next to Chris Evans. “Oh my God,” you breathed out, feeling your hands sweat.

“Shhh.” He pressed his index finger to his lips and you immediately did as he asked. “You don’t want me to share my attention with other fan girls, do you?” He teased and a breathless laugh escaped your lips. “I’m Chris Evans, but I’m sure you already know that.” You nodded, your lips still slightly parted. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You answered and he whipped off his sunglasses, his eyes wide and his lips parted; he looked about as stunned as you were. “What?” You asked nervously. “Is there something on my face?” You asked then consciously touched your face.

“You’re not that young chef that owns that restaurant Clover, are you?” He asked and you chuckled in amazement that he’d heard of you. “Holy shit!” He exclaimed, drawing slight attention. “I love Clover! Seb introduced me and now I eat there every time I’m in New York. Seb’s in-love with you by the way, he is going to freak out when he hears that I met you.”

“Bucky Barnes likes my food?” You found yourself giggling like a school girl, drawing laughter from Chris. “Oh my God, this is insane! I can’t believe you know who I am,” you shook your head in disbelief. “You’re Captain freaking America.”

“And you’re Y/N freaking Y/L/N!” He exclaimed then laughed. “What’s your secret, how did you become such a good chef?” He asked then spoke again before you could answer. “And how the hell did you manage to remain smoking hot?” Your cheeks flushed and you bit back your smile. “I’d been ten times my current size if I can cook as well as you.”

“Passion and a lot of exercise,” you answered with a light chuckle. “You should know, you work about as hard as I do. Speaking of your work, you did a great job on The Civil War. Everyone was fantastic but you, Captain, were my favorite,” you admitted and he smiled with lightly tinted cheeks. “I particularly enjoyed the helicopter scene.”

“Of course you did.” He laughed and grabbed his left boob; a signature move. “Well, color me honored and incredibly lucky to be sitting next to you.” You chuckled. “I promise I won’t be too much of a bother, as soon as the plane takes off- I’ll let you sleep.”

“Sleep when I’m sitting next to you?” You laughed and you saw his smile widen. “My brother would murder me if he heard I had pass up an opportunity to get all the dirt from Captain America himself, and I’d murder myself.”

“Don’t you dare,” he warned teasingly. “What would I do for food when I’m in New York?” He asked rhetorically and you laughed. “Tell you what, since you’re giving up sleep for me. How about I take you to dinner, somewhere you don’t have to do anything but relax?”

Did he just ask you out on a date?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate that,” you told him.

You were very much single, you just thought it’d be fun to make him work for it a little. Of course you were going to say yes, single or not. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to have dinner with Chris Evans, otherwise known as Captain America. If you were in a relationship, your boyfriend should have understood how great that opportunity was and allowed for it to happen. If he didn’t then well- you clearly chose wrongly.

“Oh um-” Chris winced. “I am so sorry, I thought- um- don’t- yeah,” he rambled and you suppressed your urge to laugh. “You tell your boyfriend he is a very lucky man,” he finally got out an coherent sentence.

“I will when I meet him,” you giggled and his eyes narrowed in confusion. “I’m single, Cap. I was just teasing you,” you told him then laughed when he did. “That was cute, you were very flustered.”

“Is that a yes to dinner then?”

“Mm hm.” You nodded and held your hand out for his phone, he passed it to you without hesitation. “But a no to not cooking.” You started to key in your number. “I just got back from a research trip, I’ve got a lot of ideas, and I could use a guinea pig,” you explained and he chuckled softly. “My number is in there, I’ll text you a time and date. Think you can handle a degustation menu?” You asked, holding out his phone for him to take.

“With you?” He smirked and purposely brushed your hand as he took his phone back. “Definitely.”

Here’s part 2 and part 3 enjoy.

Goodbye *oblivate imagine*


Info: one simple spell changes everything between you and Newt, leaving you feeling empty. Can old flames be ignited once more?




That’s all you felt.


You hadn’t a bloody clue.

You had become a silhouette, as if you walked from a photograph and left behind blackness.An ache that comes and goes, always returning in quiet moments. Although not knowing what has caused the upset within you, you feel as though someone ha became an absence in your life.

A certain aura remains, beautiful and strong, making the pain all the worse, keeping the feelings so raw. How could you miss something which you couldn’t even recall….

The only place you found peace at is the little cafe you worked at. The tiny café was huddled despondent among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it hunched in itself, fighting against the drizzle. Unlike the outside, the interior of the café was warm and cheery, with bright lights and colourful walls.

Hundreds of people rushed by it, outside on the crowded street. The half a dozen customers glanced up as the door swung open, heralded by a blast of cold wind. The customers returned to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant and the cold breeze was forgotten. That’s when you saw him.

The same man which had been coming to the cafe everyday for the last couple on months. Messy auburn hair fell over his forehead, little freckles scattering his face. His tall frame effortlessly towering over yours, but what you never failed to notice was his eyes. His eyes were the glimmering color of emerald, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. When he turned his head, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed ‘spring.’

He came most days always ordering just a coffee. Even though you had never personally served him before you always caught him sneaking glances at you. Today was no exception, as he sat alone at the table.

“Y/N can you get table 12 please?” Your boss Thomas asks you.

Lifting a notepad and pencil you made your way over to were the strange man is sitting, “hi can I get you anything Sir?” Your politely asked. Remaining professional was a task, as a little bit of you couldn’t help but this man attractive.

“Em-” he nervously cleared his throat, “Newton is fine, no need for Sir” he looked up giving you a warm smile, which could thaw ice.

“Well the usual I take it?” You tease him, watching his cheeks tint red. He didn’t realise you noticed him in here everyday.

“Eh yes just a coffee thank you” shyly he mumbled. God this man was just adorable- no stop Y/N, he’s a customer not a date.

“I’m more of a tea person”, you playfully joked writing down his order on the notepad.

I know” he whispered softly, the smile on his face turning sad, the green in his eyes becoming washed out.

“Pardon?” What did he mean, 'he knows’?

Startled the man abruptly snapped out of his solemn state, “Sorry, I s-shouldn’t of … I can’t do this….pardon me but I have to go”. He quickly stood up from the table, briskly walking out from the cafe. Hurt was hazed over his face, as though he were recalling painful memories.

Taken back a minute you replayed what had just happened in your head. Was it something you said? You’d only been polite to him..

Turning your attention back to the empty table, you saw the so called 'Newt’ had forgotten something, an old battered brown case lying beneath his seat. As you stared at the piece of luggage, an overwhelming feeling hit you. Almost as though an immense headache had just hit. Holding tightly onto the edge of the table, dizziness spelled over you, as you felt areas of your mind become unlocked. The emptiness you had felt for so long became filled. Only one man would own a suitcase like that.

You remembered.



*6 months ago*

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the world a blur in your half asleep state. The gentle hand running through your hair momentarily brought you back to the outside world, knowing the touch to be Newts. A content smile settled itself on your face as you stretched slightly in the comfort of the bed sheets.

Life was perfect. Whole even.

You tried to keep your eyes open, you really did but it became impossible. Soon, all you were aware of was the soft mattress underneath, the warmth of the sheets around you and Newt whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your eyes drifted closed, blissfully unaware of what was going on around you.

Newt however stood over you, a crying mess. Why did things have to be this way? Why did he have to leave?

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”, Newt softly whispered, low enough so you wouldn’t stir.

Although quiet, his voice trembled slightly, still unprepared for what he was about to do. A tear drop lightly hit your arm but peacefully you slept on.

In the corner the room Newt’s one item of baggage sat readily waiting. Removing his wand from the pocket of his vintage blue coat, he took a deep breath.

This was it.

There was no going back. Tears flooded his eyes as he gave you one last loving look, leaving was never going to be easy when it was the only option he had. Deep down he knew the reason it hurt to say goodbye was because he’d never get to say hello again.

“Please..please forgive me” newt begged, his voice sounding broken.

Shakily raising his arm, he cast the one spell which would change everything



*Back to the present*

Tampering with the locks you wanted to see if you were just imagining all this, but as the little 'muggle worthy’ tag popped out you knew the truth. (shown in gif)

Completely forgetting you still had your work apron tied tightly around your hip, you rushed out into the street, taking his case full of creatures with you.

“Newt, Newt?!?” You desperately called into the street. Oh merlin no. He’d already left, what if you never found him again?

The bad weather had scared most into staying off the streets, the echoes of your voice bouncing down the lane way. His vibrant blue coat stood out strongly among the dull grey buildings.

Newt turned on his heel, words unable to describe the shock plastered on his face. He helplessly looked in your eyes, hoping that this wasn’t jut some cruel joke. God knows it would break him if it was.

“Don’t you mean Newton?” he attempted to say blankly, testing if you really remembered. That this wasn’t just a dream. He wouldn’t allow himself to get hihopes up  quickly, just to have them shattered.

“No”, you smiled in euphoria, before panicking, “Newt…please I remember…” you desperately begged him, praying you weren’t crazy.

“Y/N” Newt cried engulfing you into a hug, your defences becoming paper, the rain masking his tears.

Before you can draw in the air your body needs you have melted into his form. You felt his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands folded around your back, drawing you in closer. Your body shook, crying for the missed time you will never make back, crying to release the tension of these 6 long months.

He pulled his head back and wiped the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. Running his hand through your hair, as if he couldn’t. He didn’t quite believe your not part of an almost forgotten dream. Leaning in towards you he gives you a kiss, sweet, gentle, and tastes of tears.

You wanted to speak but all you could do was croak, “Don’t go, not again.” His mouth painted a soft smile and he nodded once before folding you in his arms again. Pulling back from the hug your sniffles became weaker, “Why did you leave?”

“Y/N…please I didn’t mean to hurt you b-but I didn’t have a choice. You know the rules about muggle and wizard relationships…MACUSA was going to come after you if I didn’t do it myself, I never meant to hurt you”.

“Newt how was this not supposed to hurt me. You left. Not even giving me a proper goodbye, I would’ve left for England just to be with you…”

“That’s the point Y/N, I don’t want you throwing your life away for me. I’m not worth it. You’ve got a bright future here-”

“-Working in a bloody cafe isn’t a future Newt. Look what happened when you left! You were the only one who gave me adventure. Newt, you were the only stable thing in my life, I fell apart when you left and you knew that but left anyways. I would’ve happily gone to England with you”. You cut Newt off completely angry at his excuses. Him leaving ruined your future, not him staying.

 Newt, who looked completely heartbroken brought his gaze directly on yours. “Y/N love, I regretted that spell everyday for the last 6 months, the guilt bringing me back to you. I still love you Y/N”

The sincere look in Newt’s eyes made you believe every single word which spilled from his lips. You knew that look anywhere.

“I’m sorry that I can’t make up for the time we lost but only promise to do better in the future…

Please - just let me show you”



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