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Imagine Chris getting the first flight back to you.

A/N: Part 4! Ughhh, so much angst. Damn you, brain. Whhhhyyyyy? On a brighter note, how cute was Seb and Ava trying to save the day? (Talk about best friends for life.) You can read the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’, ‘Little Ways Away - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3)

The line cut off and the dial tone droned; Chris stood there stunned with the phone still pressed to his ear. What had just happened? How did things go so wrong, so fast? His hand dropped to his side in defeat as his thumb ended the call on his end. He looked around his vicinity; he watched the strangers on the street, looking for someone- a sign, something- anything to tell him he was dreaming, that you didn’t just break up with him. You didn’t break up with him, you couldn’t have. The two of you had a life to live out together- there was a plan to follow, a destiny to fulfill…This was never part of that plan, he wasn’t meant to lose you. What had he done? Why did he call? Why did he say what he didn’t mean? There were a million questions that he wanted an answer to, but the most prominent one, begging for an immediate answer was “can I get her back?”

“Taxi!” Chris called as he held out an arm. He knew what would happen if he left without saying a word; he knew if he didn’t get back before he was due to film his next scene- Kevin, the Russo brothers, and his cast would have a fit; he knew all that, but he also knew none of it mattered if you were no longer a part of his life. “Hey, taxi!” He yelled again, catching the attention of a passing cabbie who sensed his urgency and pulled up in front of him.

“Chris!” Sebastian caught Chris getting into a cab as he came out of the bar the rest of the cast and crew were in. “Chris!” He called and jogged a few steps, trying to stop the cab that was pulling away from the curb. “Chris, wait!” He yelled and waved into the rear view mirror, but the cab was already on its way to the airport. “Where the hell are you going, man? You’ve still got my phone.” He mumbled to himself, pulling Chris’ phone out of his pocket to see that Chris had texted before he could call. “Y/N broke up with me,” he read under his breath then gasped, “what? I need to go sort things out, I’ll get your phone back to you later,” he continued then sighed. “I don’t care about my phone, just fix your relationship before it’s too late.” He wanted to text that back, but he didn’t knowing Chris was going through enough. He slipped Chris’ phone back into his pocket and returned to the bar to explain his best friend’s situation to the executive producer.

Chris found himself looking at your number, his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew if he called you now- even without his number- you’d just ignore his call; you were going to ignore all calls. He needed to see you in person, he needed to deal with this whole situation in person. He turned off Sebastian’s phone to rid himself of the temptation and just focused on what he was going to say to you when he got back to Los Angeles.

Sebastian’s pocket started buzzing before he could re-enter the bar, he narrowed his eyes as he pulled out Chris’ phone; ‘Ava’ popped up on the screen. Now he knew who Ava was because both you and Chris had told him a few times about your best friend and how she was a huge fan, but this wasn’t his phone. He stared at it for a little while more, then decided to answer hoping he could join forces with your best friend to help bring the two of you back together.

“Chris, oh my God!” Ava started rambling the second Sebastian picked up. “What the fuck just happened?” She asked and he wished he knew. “Y/N just left for work, but I’m pretty sure she’s crying in the stairwell- Are you okay?” He tried to talk, but she continued before he could. “Of course you’re not, she’s not either. I hope you do know you’re not actually broken up, so don’t go hook up with a stranger to spite her because that will actually end the relationship. Are you even there? Can you please say-”

“Not Chris,” Sebastian cut Ava off and her breath hitched in her throat because she recognized his voice. “He borrowed my phone and left his with me. He’s headed for the airport now to go back to LA to talk to Y/N, so I think we can relax.” Ava didn’t know what to say, she was still a little starstruck by Sebastian. Unlike you, this was the first time she’d spoken to a celebrity other than Chris; it made things more difficult because she had a bit of a crush on Sebastian. “Are you still there? Can you please say something?”

“Um- sorry, I’m here.” Ava cleared her throat, strengthening her shaky voice. “He’s on his way back?” She quizzed then smiled when she heard Sebastian noise confirmation. “Oh, thank God. I was freaking out, it’d be such a waste if they didn’t live happily ever after. I’ve never seen two people so happy together, their love is a love worth fighting for.”

“It is,” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “Which is why you’re going to have to keep an eye on Y/N until Chris gets there, make sure she doesn’t do anything she’ll regret. I know she’s not the type, but she’ll definitely attract guys who think she’s a damsel in distress. We don’t want any more misunderstandings and unnecessary complications, things are already messy enough.”

“I keep telling them to talk, but they don’t listen.” Ava sighed. “They always wait until the last minute when things are messy to sort it out. Do you even know how they got together? It was like a freaking movie, had me on the edge of my seat and wanting to rip all my hair out.” Sebastian laughed and Ava smiled, “anyway, it was really nice talking to you. I’m such a huge fan, I’m definitely going to scream into a pillow when I hang up.”

“It was nice talking to you too, Ava,” Sebastian smiled. “You take care of those crazy kids and I’m sure we’ll get to meet at their wedding.” Ava chuckled. “I should go, I gotta go do my job as Cap’s right hand man and save his ass.” Ava laughed then covered her mouth when she realized she was laughing too loudly. “He’s lucky Kevin’s rooting for him and Y/N, otherwise he’s going to be in a lot of trouble.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“So are you,” Sebastian replied then hung up, leaving Ava to do exactly as she’d told him; she screamed into a pillow. She looked up, laughing when she realized she’d scared Dodger. First, her best friend befriends then dates Chris Evans; second, Chris Evans’ adorable dog comes and lives with the two of you; now, she’d spoken to Sebastian Stan. If things weren’t so complicated between said best friend and Chris Evans, she’d be a lot happier.

The door opened and she turned, frowning when she saw you walk in. It’d only been half an hour since you left, so you must’ve changed your mind about going to work. You didn’t even throw a glance her and Dodger’s way as you walked to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. You’d texted Jack telling him you couldn’t make it, and was going to get a cab down to LAX to get a last minute flight out to Atlanta. You couldn’t just let Chris go like that, you needed to apologize and fix things before it was too late. All of it happened because of you, he didn’t do anything wrong; you were the one at fault. You had money, enough for a flight to Atlanta because that was what you’d been saving for with all your extra shifts. The original plan, however, was for you to fly down for to surprise Chris for his birthday- not this.

You stripped yourself from your work clothes and changed into your best red dress- the one you’d worn on your very first date with him. You wiped your tears, applied on some makeup, then fixed your hair. By the time you were done, you didn’t look like a girl who’d just spent half an hour crying in the stairwell. You slipped on your black heels and your trench coat, then stuffed your passport, wallet, and phone into a clutch before you walked back out.

“Whoa,” Ava breathed when she saw you; she was definitely worried about where you were going looking like that. “Um- what are you doing?” She asked, but you ignored her. “Y/N?” She followed you as you made your way to the front door. “Why are you so dressed up? Y/N-” she grabbed your elbow before you could leave and you stopped, but didn’t turn around. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out, Ava,” you told her in a vague tone. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back. Just- in a few days,” you mumbled under your breath and Ava grew incredibly concerned. “Relax,” you told her and she frowned, wondering just how she was meant to do that. “Take care of Dodger until I get back? There are some things I need to sort out before I know where he’s going to stay.”

“He’s not going anywhere because you and Chris-”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you pulled your elbow out of her grip then left before she could say anything else. You knew she would run after you so you rushed down the flight of stairs, hoping she would chase if she couldn’t see you. And she didn’t chase, but she did call after you; she didn’t know if you could hear her, but she had to try.

“Chris is coming to LA!”

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Part 5A

Dean’s Flannel

Gif is not mine

Title: Dean’s Flannel

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,836

Warnings: Fluff and angst!

A/N: I hope you guys are ready for some cute Dean Fluff!! <3 <3 I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You walked through the bunker, your blanket cloaked around your body.  You trudged through the halls of the bunker, which was empty because the brothers were currently out on a hunt.  You had been with the Winchesters for a few years now, and you weren’t one for the hunts, just the research.  They had always reassured you that they didn’t mind you not going on the hunts.  They preferred to have you safe at the bunker anyway.  However, you sometimes got lonely all by yourself.  You would worry, but then they would come home the next day and they would take a couple days before the next hunt, if they could.  

You sat down on the couch in the library, grabbing your laptop off of the side table that was next to the couch.  You opened your laptop, lying against the arm of the couch for support.  It was midnight and you still couldn’t sleep, but you loved the library; it was where you spent most of your time.  You scrolled through your YouTube subscriptions.  There wasn’t much of anything that was new since you had last watched.  You closed your laptop and set it back in it’s spot on the side table.  You got up and headed towards the kitchen.  You liked to cook when you felt awful or when you couldn’t sleep.

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Sweetest Lie (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt: Where Draco loses the love of his life, dying in his arms, as he tells her the sweetest lie by saying it’s going to be okay, that it’ll always be okay in the end. Always.

Requested: No.
Word Count: 1,213
Warnings: Death, sadness, fluff.

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You make it sound so sweet, when you lie to me. Make it sound so sweet, when you lie to me. - Vapor, 5 Seconds of Summer.

‘Promise you’ll be safe?’ you whispered against the dirty shirt of your boyfriend, Draco, him giving you a bear-hug for maybe the last time. He told himself no, that this wouldn’t be the last time hugging you, but he did it anyways, in the worst case it could happen. Losing you.

‘I promise, if you promise me the same,’ he murmured back and you sniffled, letting out another sob before nodding.

‘I promise.’

He pulled back from the hug and looked into your beautiful, warm eyes. A view he always loved to look at. A view which calmed him down when he was stressed.

Another spell hit the ceiling and some pieces of concrete fell down, but you were standing safely under the stairs of Hogwarts. Well, for now it was safe.

The Battle of Hogwarts was happening. And it was bigger and worse than expected. There were already so many casualties and it felt like the war between good and bad hadn’t even really begun.

‘I’m so sorry for not fighting on your side,’ Draco said softly, stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘Just because your parents are, doesn’t mean you have to,’ you tried one last time, but he shook his head.

‘I already told you, Y/N, if I don’t, he’d kill you, my parents and me.’ Tears slipped from his beautiful, bright grey eyes and you immediately hugged him again.

‘Draco, please don’t. Please don’t cry, otherwise I’ll start again,’ you whined, but the tears were already falling down your face, which was now buried in his chest again.

After some time, you pulled back at the same time, before a deadly silence fell between the two of you, still with watery eyes.

And then, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, planting your lips on his as you shared the most passionate and saddest kiss you’ve ever had. A simple goodbye was not something you two would do, that’s just too difficult and impossible for you.

Draco’s lips were chapped and it tasted salty and wet, just like his tears. But either were your lips, and the taste brought more passion into the kiss honestly. But the main thing you felt, was his undeniable and eternal love for you, which made your heart flutter as you felt the same for him.

Finally, a thud made you separate from the kiss and Draco dropped you with sad eyes.

‘I love you, Y/N, forever and eternally. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean so much to me,’ were Draco’s last loving words.

‘I love you too, Draco. I will love you until the last beat of my heart and I promise you it won’t be today that last beat will come,’ you said with a smile before pecking his lips for the last time.

‘Now, shoo shoo, boy,’ you giggled and Draco walked backwards, slowly towards the Dark Side.

‘I love you!’ he shouted before he disappeared in a black cloud of dark magic.

You smiled sadly while walking away from under the stairs, before looking up to the ceiling, hoping he could hear your last ‘I love you’ to him.

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Expelliarmus!’ you yelled with your wand in your hand as the wand of the Death Eater in front of you flew away. One step closer and your wand touched his living, beating heart, but you didn’t take the risk to do it.

Next thing you knew, was a green lightning beside you, so you screamed: ‘Stupefy!’ towards the Death Eater in front of you, before focusing on the one behind you.

Just in time you bent down for another green lightning and pointed your wand towards another one of them. ‘Everte Statum!’ you said and the Death Eater tumbled backwards, so you got up and ran inside again.

A field of people fighting, bodies and many green lights filled your eyes. As one of the students was hit by the ‘Avada Kedavra’ spell, you gasped and looked straight into the eyes of the evil Bellatrix. A devilish grin appeared on the wizard’s face and she pointed her wand towards you.

Sectumsempra!’ she said and the next moment you felt a stinging feeling in your leg, stomach and chest. You fell backwards but just in time, some black smoke appeared behind you and two arms caught you safely, preventing you from suffering more pain.

‘Y/N,’ you heard someone whisper in tears as you started to whimper in pain. Next thing you saw, were two big grey eyes and the first tears were streaming down your face again. You felt your hands being sticky and wet from all the blood that was coming from your wounds.

Draco murmured some different spells so there was a shield around you guys and no one could hurt you as you started to cry more. The pain was unbearable and you knew this was your ending.

At least you fought the best you could. And you were laying in the arms of your first, only true love. Draco.

‘Draco,’ you whispered as you reached in pain towards his cheek and you stroke it. He grabbed your hand softly and squeezed it a little.

‘No, Y/N, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave, it’s going to be okay. It will always be okay,’ he whispered as his voice was soft and a crack could be heard, which made you cry even more. The pain started to fade into cramps, as you saw that Draco spoke a healing spell over your body. But you felt it was too late.

‘Draco, I love you. I love you, I love you,’ you whispered, ‘and I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep our promise. I’m so sorry, please don’t forget me. I’m so sorry.’

Draco cried out a yell before his lips contacted yours again, but you didn’t have much power anymore to respond.

‘I love you too, Y/N, so much. It will be okay, I promise you, you’ll be okay,’ he cried again while pressing his forehead against yours, waiting for your final breath but still murmuring some spells to lighten the pain for you.

You looked into his beautiful eyes and whispered: ‘Thank you for giving your love to me like it was everything you got, and I’m so sorry I took that one thing away.’

‘No one’s going to take the love away I gave to you, okay? My love for you is eternal,’ he said as his thumb was stroking your cheek.

The last thing you could try do to, was forming a smile with your lips and closing your eyes as Draco continued to murmur healing spells and mixing it with mumbles which told you it was going to be okay.

But it was too late.

It wouldn’t be okay, you were gone, and the bad side took the only good thing in Draco’s life.

You.

And still, in the end, even when you took your final breath, he still whispered it was going to be okay. Until he really realized you were gone.

A terrible, broken scream left his mouth.

Even the sweetest lies couldn’t save you from death. Because sometimes, it won’t be okay in the end.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 26

Summary: You are happy to be back home.

Note: For those asking about the masterlist and why the newer parts are missing, I tried to update it today. But for some reason my says the website can’t be accessed, so I’m not sure what’s going in there. If you can’t find any of the parts just message me and I’ll be happy to send you a link to them. Its currently 4:30am, but I finally have this chapter done!

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“With time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.” - Kay Redfield Jamison

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When you woke back up it was morning, you could tell by the sun coming in on you like it usually did.

It was comforting to wake up and be back at the sanctuary, for a moment yesterday you had thought that maybe it was just a dream and you were still stuck with Randy.
But you weren’t, you were safe back where you belonged, and that was with Negan.

You turned over to him slowly, being mindful of your leg, it was still in a lot of pain.
He had a hand on your leg and you smiled to yourself.
He always seemed to sleep with a hand on you, you guessed it was to make sure you didn’t go anywhere and more so now, after the shit that has happened.
You looked at him sleeping, he always looked so sweet amd harmless when he was sleeping.
You didn’t care if he woke up, you drug yourself over to him, wincing as your stitches scraped the bed, but once you made it over closer to him, you wrapped an arm around his waist and laid your head on his bare chest.
Feeling the warmth of his skin on yours was the best feeling.

“Darlin’ you still fuckin’ terrible at being sneaky.” He said in a raspy tone, his eyes still closed.

You closed your eyes and yawned, “I don’t care. After everything, just give me 5 minutes of laying on you.”

He smirked amd opened his eyes to look down at you, “I’ll give you 2 fuckin’ minutes, doll. I’ve got to get up soon.”

“What’s going on today?” You asked.

“The fuckin’ usual, darlin’.”

“What about me?” You opened your eyes back up.

“Depends on whether or not you can fuckin’ put weight on that leg, babydoll.” He said, pointing to it.

“What happened to not leaving me alone?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t drag your ass around with me. Just don’t fuckin’ pester me, please.” He said, biting his lip.

You rolled your eyes, “I wont. Jesus.”

“Do you wanna try to walk? The doc will probably wanna fuckin’ check up on you today anyway.”

“Sure.” You said lifting yourself off of his chest to sit up, you pulled the cover off of yourself.
You noticed that you were only in your undergarments.

You smirked and looked over to Negan, “Well, I see you didn’t bother to put clothes on me.”

He licked his lips and looked back to you, “Yeah well, you were in the fuckin’ bed the whole time, so that would have been pointless, darlin’. Besides, this way I can stare at your tits whenever I want.”

“Mmm, there’s that Negan charm.” You smiled.

“And there’s that fuckin’ attitude.” He said, running a hand over the stubble on his face as he got off the bed, he went over to one of the dressers to grab some clothes for himself.

You smirked, you had missed the playful back of forths that you two often shared.

After he was done dressing himself he brought over some clothes to you, “I got these from your room.” He said setting them on the bed.

You carefully pulled the I.V. out of your arm and almost made yourself dizzy as you watched the needle pulling out of your skin, a stab you could take, but something about a needle made you want to puke.

You dressed yourself, getting the shirt on easily, but once you threw your legs over the edge of the bed it became apparent that walking would be a problem, moving your injured leg felt like everything was ripping inside of it.
You winced as you grabbed the pants, putting one leg in easy, but when you tried to bring the other leg up, you couldn’t.

“Holy shit.” You sucked in a breathe.

“Slow the fuck down, darlin’.” Negan said, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.

“I’ve got it.” You answered back fast.

“No, you obviously fuckin’ don’t.” He said, pulling you up to a standing position

Standing on the leg felt like hell, but you thought if you could ignore the pain you’d be okay.

Negan knelt down in front of you as you held on to his shoulders for stability.
He held onto the pants as you slowly lifted the injured leg into them. He pulled them up slowly on you.
You watched as he stared at the curvature of your body as he did so.
You rolled your eyes slightly, he always had a lustful eye, no matter what.
He got them up onto your hips and buttoned them, after he was done, he looked up to you.
You had to admit, him taking care of you was sort of a turn on.

“I’m usually taking the fuckin’ pants off of you, not putting them on.” He said, running his hands up your legs to grab your ass.

“Quite a difference.” You laughed softly.

He nodded and stood back up, “Can you walk?”

You shot him a nervous look and he grabbed onto your shoulder again to keep you steady.
You took a step forward and while you didn’t fall, it hurt to put weight on your leg, making you limp.
You tried taking a few more steps, but could already feel the sweat breaking through at the strain.

“Fuck!” You growled out, lowering your head.

Negan kept his hand gripped around your shoulder, “Calm down, darlin’.”

“How am I supposed to get around Negan?” You whined back.

He sighed and pushed you back down on the bed gently and rolled his eyes while he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack to put it on.

“Guess you need a fuckin’ wheelchair.” He said crossing his arms.

You shook your head quickly, “Fuck no. I’ll throw myself down the stairs first.”

He let out a sigh, “Yeah, I kinda fuckin’ figured that would be the answer, but we gotta fuckin’ go. Ive got shit to do and you need to see Michael’s.”

You looked at him confused and raised your hands.
He pulled you back up off the bed and knelt down again, grabbing you by the legs before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Oh Jesus.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“Darlin’, if you don’t stop the fuckin’ whining I’ll have to drag you out by your feet.” He chucked as he walked over to the desk and picked up Lucille, handing her over his shoulder to you, “Here. Hold Lucille, because you’re in her fuckin’ spot.”

You grabbed the wooden bat and gripped it tightly as Negan excited the room with you on his shoulder, you looked at the bullet hole that was nestled between the barbed wire, remembering how close it came to hitting Negan, still thinking about it made you clenched your teeth.

“Try not to fuckin’ crack me over the head with her.” He chuckled playfully, but he was also serious.

You turned your head to him, “I won’t have to as long as you don’t throw me down the damn stairs.”

He chuckled again and gave you a firm slap on your ass, gripping it, “Don’t fuckin’ test me, darlin’.”

He carried you down to the infirmary and on the way, you were both met with a lot of nervous stares as everyone saw Negan carrying you over his shoulder, they kneeled as Negan passed by and looked at you holding Lucille in your hands.

“I don’t know why you fucks are staring at my wife so goddamn hard.” Negan said, looking to everyone on their knees, “Get the fuck up and get back to work.”

Everyone did as Negan said and got back to their feet and went about their own business.
Once you got into the infirmary, Negan pulled you off his shoulder and sat you down in a chair near Arat’s bed.

Arat was awake and sitting up in her bed with a hefty amount of bandages around her chest.
Her mouth dropped as she saw you.

“Thank God, you’re alive.” She said in a relieved tone, looking at you.

“Jesus, you too.” You said back, locking eyes with her.

Negan rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at you, you turned to him and already knew what he wanted and handed Lucille back to him.
He propped her on the spot on his shoulder where you had been.

He licked his lips and looked to both of you, “Not to interrupt your little fuckin’ reunion, but I’m gonna go check shit out and pay a goddamn visit to our guest.”

“Make sure to send him my fucking love then.” You said back with a grimace.

Negan nodded, “Save that shit for when the time comes, darlin’.” He said as he walked out of the room.

You looked back to Arat and you both sat in silence for a moment, neither of you not really knowing what to say.

“So, why is he carrying you around?” She finally asked, laying back on the bed.

“I got stabbed in the leg, it’s hard for me to walk right now.” You said back, shrugging.

She nodded back, and pointed to her bandaged chest, “Could be worse.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m glad you’re okay. I thought you were dead” You said back sympathetically.

“I’m glad you are too. I was worried you wouldnt be alive either.. You know he’s never gonna let us go out alone again.”

“Yeah, I know. But atleast Randy is caught.” You said back in a relived tone.

“Good thing too. Everyone thought Negan was gonna go on a killing spree. I’ve never seen him that angry.” She said with a nervous look.

“So I’ve heard. I was honestly surprised to hear he had that sort of reaction.”

She smiled, “You’re definitely his favorite, (Y/N).”

“You think so?” You asked, laying your head back on the chair.

“I do. How are you holding up?” She asked.

“I’m okay. It feels good to be back, that I can say with no doubt.”

“And in the emotional department? That talk we had.” She asked curiously.

You smirked and blinked, “I haven’t thought about it a whole lot. I mean, he saved my life, so he has some level of caring for me and maybe that’s enough. I’m not pushing the subject to anymore, or not right now atleast. Like I said, I’m just glad to be back.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“When are you getting out of here?” You asked, looking at her bandages again.

She sighed, “Couple more days atleast probably. I fucking hate it, I need a gun in my hand.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Dr. Michael’s finally came back into the room after a while and glanced over to see you sitting in the chair.

“(Y/N). Did Negan bring you down?” He asked.

“Yeah, he did.” You answered back, looking to him.

He walked over to you and pulled up a chair, “I was about to come up to check on you.”

“Well, I needed to get out of the room. Bed rest isn’t something I’m very excited about.”

He nodded, “I can understand. How are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. I’m just pissed that I can’t walk.” You said back, sucking your teeth.

He took out a small flashlight to shine into both of your eyes, checking your responses, “The pain should subside after another day or two. It was a deep wound, but it hit nothing vital. You were lucky - both of you were lucky.” He said glancing over to Arat as well.

“Is it possible to brush the pain off and just walk?” You asked him.

Dr. Michael’s looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “Well… Yes, It’s possible, but you don’t want to stress the wound.”

“Would small steps help then?” You said, knowing you sounded like a smart ass.

He cleared his throat, “You can do some walking, if you can bear the pain. But I wouldn’t recommend being up all day.”

“She’s a fuckin’ stubborn one doc.” Negan’s voice came from behind you.

“Sir.” Dr. Michael’s said in a respectful tone.

You turned to see Negan was standing in the doorway, Lucille in hand.
He gave a nod to the doctor and walked into the room and leaned against the sink as he watched over you.
You looked over to him and he gave you a smile, biting his lip.
You couldn’t help but to smile back at him.

The doctor got up from the chair and walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and walked back over to you, handing you two pills.

You looked at them curiously.

“These are aspirin. We don’t have any prescriptions here. They are rare to come by, these will help with your pain, but not all of it.”

You nodded and put them in your mouth, dry swallowing them.

“Great, we’ll have thebboys look fornhigh grade fuckin” painkillers. Are we fuckin’ done here?“ Negan asked, swinging Lucille around.

The doctor turned to him and nodded, "Yes, sir. Everything looks just fine.”

Negan smiled and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, “Thanks doc. Nice goddamn work.”

“Thank you, sir.” The doctor winced at the rather hard slap Negan had given him.

Negan walked over to the door, keeping his eyes on you.
You got up from the chair slowly, trying to ignore the pain as you stood.
You were determined to walk and you pushed the pain out of your mind.

Negan grabbed onto your shoulder and helped you out of the doorway, “C'mon babydoll, you gotta pick up the fuckin’ pace if you’re gonna walk.”

“I’m trying.” You said taking in a breathe as you put all your weight on your leg.
It hurt, but you’d get used to it eventually.

“Well- look- at- you- you’re just a damn badass 24/7.” Negan chuckled as he stood there looking at you.

“I don’t have time to be weak.” You said bluntly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Goddamn, that’s the kind of shit that gets my dick hard.” He smirked as he leaned back, licking his lips.

“It just the truth.” You said with a smile.

“And that’s why you’re my fuckin’ girl babydoll.” He said throwing a free arm around your shoulder.

You bit your lip, you never got tired of hearing him say that.

“Where are we going now?” You asked.

He looked at you, then to the door leading out of the building, “Well, since you’re really gonna do this fuckin’ walking thing, why don’t we visit our fuckin’ friend?”

“I thought you just went in there to see him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I did. But I’m getting fuckin’ tired of him taking up my airspace.” He said, furrowing his brows.

You smiled and nodded, “Then let’s do this. But I’ll admit, I’m jealous that you’re gonna be the only one getting a shot at him.”

He bit his lip, “Darlin’, I never said I was gonna kill him right away.” He said with a dark smile.

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Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😍 I am killing myself with my expectations. 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

You and Chris took a cab to TD Garden the day of the concert because you both agreed that parking would have been a bitch even if you did get there early. You were both right because though the gates only opened at 5:30PM, there were already hundreds and thousands of people waiting and wandering the area. You’d wanted to show up a little later, when it was closer to the opening so you didn’t have to wait with the rest of the fans considering who your fiancé was and how many times your face had been on a magazine. But Chris said it would’ve been in your best interest if the two of you got there earlier, something about beating the even bigger crowd. So here the two of you were, outside TD Garden with all the other eager fans, hiding your faces with sunglasses and baseball caps.

“Come here,” Chris pulled you along with him as he walked outside the barrier, trying to cut to the front of the line. You yanked on Chris’ hand when you heard people yelling at the two of you, demanding you to “cue like the rest of us!” You fought, but as always- Chris proved to be much stronger than you, so you kept you head down and followed him. “Chris Evans,” he whispered his name to the man at the door, passing him a notecard that had something scribbled across the top.

“I’ve got Chris Evans at the door, Chris Evans has arrived.” The man spoke into his communication device, then nodded at the response. “We’ve got someone coming out to meet you,” he told Chris and your heart jumped with excitement. Chris looked over at you, chuckling, when you squealed as quietly as you could. “They’ll give you a pair of VIP passes, please keep them around your neck at all times. After you,” he opened the door for the both of you and Chris walked in, pulling an overexcited you in with him.

“Oh my God, Chris!” You whispered-shouted, making Chris chuckle. “This is so cool, I’ve never been a proper VIP with extra privileges before. When I went to see Taylor Swift with my mom, we did not get this treatment. We cued like the rest of them,” you told him and he released your hand to wrap an arm around you.

“Well, no more,” he whispered into your hair when he kissed your head. “You are only going to get VIP treatment from now on, I promise.” You smiled as you looped you arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N,” a very familiar British accent greeted the both of you and you tripped over nothing, stumbling slightly. You looked up and saw Ed Sheeran walking towards the both of you with two passes in his hand, swinging in the air. Your jaw dropped and you darted your gaze at Chris then back at Ed, then again at Chris. No words would fathom your thoughts and emotions at that very moment; you were absolutely starstruck. “Welcome to my Divide tour.” He passed the passes to Chris who took it with a grateful smile.

“You’re Ed Sheeran,” was all you could get out, much like the first time you laid eyes on Chris. Both Chris and Ed chuckled, like they’d talked about how your first reaction would be upon meeting him. “Oh my God,” your voice quivered as you breathed out those three words. “This is amazing,” you whispered to yourself.

“She’s a big, big fan,” Chris chuckled, holding out his hand to shake Ed’s. “Thank you so much for this, I don’t know how I would’ve gotten tickets if it weren’t for you.” Ed smiled and nodded, then looked over at you. You smiled, but still couldn’t find the words to speak. “Yeah, she’s going to need a few minutes I think.”

“That’s alright,” Ed chuckled and beckoned his head for the two of you to follow him. “We’ve got all night.” Chris stopped you for a brief moment, moving in front of you to loop the pass over your head. He pinched your chin, winking when you whispered-screamed nothing at him. He looped the pass over his own head then took your hand and continued following Ed down the hall. “How’s filming going?” Ed quizzed, glancing back at you and Chris.

“It’s going,” Chris chuckled. “I’m ready to call it a day and head home to my girl here.” He squeezed your hand and you smiled at him. “What about you? Still a long way to go before you head home?” Ed nodded, chuckling. “Well, at least we’re doing what we love.”

“That’s true,” Ed agreed, then his gaze fell on you and he smiled. “How are you doing there, Y/N?”

“I think I can speak now,” you chuckled nervously and both guys smiled. Ed slowed to walk beside you, rather than in front. “Thank you so much for helping Chris get tickets, Ed- or Mr. Sheeran? Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself, “I don’t know what to call Ed Sheeran.”

“Ed’s fine,” Ed told you with a soft chuckle and you nodded in acknowledgment. “And it’s really no problem at all, Captain America asks for my help to save his world?” You looked up at Chris and he smiled, beckoning his head to your charm bracelet where he’d a charm made calling you his world. “I can’t really say no to that, now can I? I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic myself, so I like a good love story and yours- it’s brilliant.”

“Thank you,” you and Chris replied simultaneously; Chris’ voice more stable and firm than yours. “We actually really love your song, 'Perfect’,” you told Ed and he smiled. “It is a very good summary of our relationship, or where we want our relationship to end up.”

“Chris mentioned that on the phone,” Ed informed you and you turned to Chris, smiling. “Which is why later when I dedicate that song to a very special couple in the crowd, you’ll know it’s for the both of you. I don’t think I should mention any names for safety reasons.” He chuckled when you and Chris nodded with pursed lips. “Anyway, this is my dressing room.” He opened the door and beckoned the both of you in. “You’re more than welcome to hang out, I have a feeling there are some things we need to discuss. Isn’t that right, Chris?” He quizzed with a knowing smile.

“Right,” Chris nodded with the same knowing smile.

“What’s going on?” You asked, glancing between the two.

“I may have made some premature wedding decisions without you,” Chris told you and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I know we said we’d discuss everything, but- there was a very good offer that I couldn’t refuse.” You scoffed with a frown, facials asking “what did you do?” Chris bit back his smile as he said, “I may have booked our wedding band already.”

“You did what?” You frowned. “Why would you do that?” You asked, somehow not connecting the dots that there was a reason Chris was taking you to an Ed Sheeran concert as well as getting you a meeting with Ed Sheeran. God, you were one thick bag of soup. “We haven’t even picked a date and you’re arranging a wedding band?”

“Well, it’s not so much of a band than a solo artist,” Ed spoke up and you turned to him. You saw the smile on his face and suddenly, it made sense. You turned back to Chris who was doing his very best to stifle his laughter. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing, Y/N.”

“You’re going to sing at our wedding?” You asked breathlessly as you found yourself caught in a daze. Both Chris and Ed nodded, smiling. “That is- that’s like on my bucket list. Ed Sheeran singing at my wedding is on my bucket list,” you repeated to Chris, wrapping your hand around his wrist tightly. “Is this real? Am I dreaming right now?”

“No,” Chris chuckled with a shake of his head. “Ed’s singing at our wedding and you’re marrying me. This is all happening,” he assured you and you managed a shaky laugh. “Are you okay, baby? Do you need to sit down, or maybe a bottle of water?”

“I need you to love me less so there aren’t anymore big romantic gestures that will give me a heart attack and kill me before I’m twenty-one,” you told him; both guys bellowed with laughter. “You’ve done it again, Chris Evans,” you turned to him and cupped his face in your hands. “You’ve knocked it out of the damn park.”

“I knocked it out of the park with my fiancée,” he smiled. “So I might as well knock everything else out of the park too.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head in disbelief; you were definitely dreaming, this was way too perfect. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered when he dipped his head, his lips inches from yours.

“I love you too.”

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Part 5C

  • He’s Not a Monster - Fanfiction

Everything was a blur the moment you woke up, dangling from your tied up ankles. You hung from a wobbly, unstable platform and opened your hazy eyes onto the city below. The cars were honking and were spazzing across the street, the usual traffic in Gotham.

“Oh, shit!” You exclaim, suddenly realizing the horrific state you were in. You felt the cool midnight breeze move you around, making you anxious about the squeaking metal which decided whether you lived or fell to a gruesome death. Either case, you really wanted to go home and sleep or eat something hot; it was freezing and it was early winter!

While dangling for a moment, you suddenly felt a vibration from your back jean pocket. You gasped, “Phone! I swear if I dro-” Your heart literally sank while watching your new samsung smartphone gracefully slip out of your shivering hands and down to the street. Your eyes widen and your face flushes in anger. “Damnit! I really needed it! Ah, why am I so stupid?!” Hitting your head lightly, out of the corner of your eye, you notice a dark figure looming above you. Noticing this, you immediately shut up.

“Who’s there?” You ask, squinting your eyes. Damnit, I can’t see. Ahhh, maybe he’s the one who put me here! Why can’t I remember anythi-

“Do you remember who put you here?” The dark figure asked. His voice was extremely deep and had a weird voice changer effect as well. “Ah, I don’t remember actually. Sorry..” You apologize, smiling nervously. From the moonlight above, you eye the stranger carefully and notice two stubs on his head; you then notice he wore a mask..and a suit!

The mysterious man surprisingly landed on a sturdy platform which was out of reach for you, and once your eyes were fixed onto him, you realized who he was. “B-ba-b–” You stutter. As you began putting things together in your head, your eyes glance over to his face and recognize his smile. So he’s human after all, you think. Batman began cutting the rope off and immediately carried you in his arms, sliding down, then releasing his bat wings to land somewhere safer.

“We’re okay now.” He said. You hadn’t opened your eyes since the flight, but as you did, the empty alleyway made you feel much better. Turning to the savior, he seemed to have grabbed your arm and dragged you to a black and strange looking vehicle. “Could you kindly get inside, (your name)?” He asked, opened up the passenger door. “Oh, sure..” You mumble, hopping inside. He made his way to the driver’s seat, but while doing so, you felt confused. How did he know my name? And why don’t I remember jack? Your thoughts rambled on and on until Batman placed his large hand on her shoulder. “I asked you if you were hurting anywhere.” He sounded different now. His voice was more organic and human. “Ah, my bad. I’m feeling okay..” There was an awkward moment of silence but he turned on the ceiling light and examined your face. “Hm, they beat you badly.” He mumbled, looking very angry. Pausing for a moment, you decide to ask something.

“Um, how did you know my name?” You ask with a quiet shaky tone of voice; for some reason you were nervous to ask a simple question like that. “You must not remember, since you were the one who told me anyway. I’d like to explain what happened before you woke up once we reach a certain destination.” Batman’s voice was monotonous and a bit lacking in emotion now, which saddened you but it wasn’t like you’ve met him before, right?

The drive to your home was short and sweet, minus the awkward silence and the damn stop lights. After parking outside of your home, you frown and turn to Batman, but he had already gotten out of the vehicle, and began to open your door. “I’ll answer your questions inside, (your name)..” He said it very plainly and headed towards your front door, opening it. What?! I didn’t lock it?? You think, cautiously following the bat into your house. Nothing looked robbed or broken; it looked normal. It was relieving to see this but you were now concerned about the current situation at hand.

“Alright, you may ask–”

“How do you know my name?” You ask confidently. Batman just sighs and smiles, “You’ve already asked me that.”

“Oh yeah..” You become flustered now. “Second question! How come I don’t remember anything? Why I was hanging up there like that, with my face all beat up?” You became very emotional at this point, desperate for answers and the truth.

“The Joker had become aware of who you are, (your name), and he thought it was a weakness of mine so–” Batman looked surprisingly nervous now, you notice. “He kidnapped you and then he beat you, obviously from your bruises and cuts.”

“So, what am I to you?” You ask. Your eyes were suddenly glossed with tears. It was so confusing and angering that you didn’t know who and what you were in the last 24 hours. Not to mention the abuse which appeared all over your body. The black suited hero kept quiet for a long time, until he let out a deep sigh.

“What have you heard of me, what do you remember of the Batman?” He asked, which threw you off guard.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wiping your eyes. He didn’t answer, but his eyes were so deep and in some sort of pain. You huff and pull your hair back. “Well, you’re the hero of Gotham city. You save people and bring criminals to justice and..” Your voice begins to shake, your nose tingles from the upcoming wave of tears about to arise. “You’ve ruined some people’s lives.” This time, you look at his eyes and continue.

“You’ve become feared from the police, the criminals, and the children who have once looked up to you. You’re not human, they say. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and your pride. You kill the guilty as well as the innocent. You’re a liar.” You stop your abusive words and avert your eyes to the carpet below, watching your vision blur from tears. You hear Batman breathing softly and just before you continue, you flinch at the mask, which once covered this man’s identity, that collapsed onto the floor. Too afraid to look up, you hug yourself and stare at your feet until a bare hand holds up your chin to look up. It was Bruce Wayne. Your boyfriend of two years who was always working and was so stressed but never had the selfishness to show it to you. You saw the child who lost his parents due to a deranged criminal, and also a very loving man who had saved you so many times, but you just never knew it was him. The mask was the barrier, but now it had been broken; shattered.

“Bruce..?” You stare at his bruised face, and it was somehow able to give a warm smile. “(your name), I’m so sorry I’ve been lying to you everyday.” You saw his eyes redden with tears. He was stone cold Batman, now the love of your life. He removed his armor and suit, exposing his cuts and bruises all over his toned torso and arms. You couldn’t help but open your mouth in shock at the injuries as you desperately placed your once shaking hands onto his chest and abdomen. “Bruce, you’re so hurt..” You say, making your way to embrace him.

“I’ve kept it from you because if you knew, you’d be hurt like you are now. I couldn’t risk it anymore but it finally happened.” You heard his voice choke up. “You’re so hurt, (your name). It’s my fault. I couldn’t protect you today, I’m sorry.” You kept your head against his bare chest wondering how much strength he had to hold in his emotions during the ride here. I’m such a burden, you think. “Bruce, it’s alright.” You softly say, still holding him tightly. “How? You almost died today..” You finally let go and looked him in the eye; the both of you were red and wet-faced. “No wonder why you’d come home so late, so tired. You never once showed me anger or frustration. Bruce, how can you be so hurt but then never show it?” You shut your eyes and furrow your brows, upset at yourself for all the arguments you had in the past which mainly consisted about him being out so late, your worry about him apparently two-timing you. All these suspicions disappeared.

“(your name), I love you so much.” He said softly, shutting his tired eyes and suddenly collapsing onto you. “Bruce?!” You yell, helping him onto your couch, then running to get some water and the first aid kit. After returning to him, he started regaining consciousness and looked at you first. You don’t say anything for a couple minutes after treating his fresh open wounds on his face and chest, later covering them up with bandaids and gauze. “(your name), I–”

“He’s not a monster.” You say, avoiding eye contact. Bruce looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“That’s what I tell my coworkers. They would gossip about you and occasionally compliment you, but sometimes they trash talk about you and claim you’re truly evil. That’s what I tell them. He’s not a monster.” Bruce’s expression relaxed as he heard your words. He shut his eyes and repeated it a few times in his head, before glancing at you. “I was right.” You say, kissing his forehead and embracing him once more.

He’s not a monster.

Sweetest Lie (Draco Malfoy x Reader) 

ALTERNATE ENDING

Prompt: Where Draco thinks he looses the love of his life, dying in his arms, as he tells her the sweetest lie by saying it’s going to be okay, that it’ll always be okay in the end. Always.

Requested: Yes. (4 times, and I’m so DAMN HAPPY ABOUT THAT YES, THAT’S MORE THAN ENOUGH)
Word Count: 1,513.
Warning(s): Almost death experience, sadness, fluff.

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THIS IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING FOR MY PREVIOUS IMAGINE, ‘’Sweetest Lie’’!

‘Promise you’ll be safe?’ you whispered against the dirty shirt of your boyfriend, Draco, him giving you a bear-hug for maybe the last time. He told himself no, that this wouldn’t be the last time hugging you, but he did it anyways, in the worst case it could happen. Losing you.

‘I promise, if you promise me the same,’ he murmured back and you sniffled, letting out another sob before nodding.

‘I promise.’

He pulled back from the hug and looked into your beautiful, warm eyes. A view he always loved to look at. A view which calmed him down when he was stressed.

Another spell hit the ceiling and some pieces of concrete fell down, but you were standing safely under the stairs of Hogwarts. Well, for now it was safe.

The Battle of Hogwarts was happening. And it was bigger and worse than expected. There were already so many casualties and it felt like the war between good and bad hadn’t even really begun.

‘I’m so sorry for not fighting on your side,’ Draco said softly, stroking his fingers through your hair.

‘Just because your parents are, doesn’t mean you have to,’ you tried one last time, but he shook his head.

‘I already told you, Y/N, if I don’t, he’d kill you, my parents and me.’ Tears slipped from his beautiful, bright grey eyes and you immediately hugged him again.

‘Draco, please don’t. Please don’t cry, otherwise I’ll start again,’ you whined, but the tears were already falling down your face, which was now buried in his chest again.

After some time, you pulled back at the same time, before a deadly silence fell between the two of you, still with watery eyes.

And then, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck, planting your lips on his as you shared the most passionate and saddest kiss you’ve ever had. A simple goodbye was not something you two would do, that’s just too difficult and impossible for you. And since it wouldn’t be a farewell, you sighed in relief while kissing Draco.

Draco’s lips were chapped and it tasted salty and wet, just like his tears. But either were your lips, and the taste brought more passion into the kiss honestly. But the main thing you felt, was his undeniable and eternal love for you, which made your heart flutter as you felt the same for him.

Finally, a thud made you separate from the kiss and Draco dropped you with sad eyes.

‘I love you, Y/N, forever and eternally. You are the love of my life and I can’t imagine my life without you, you mean so much to me,’ were Draco’s loving words.

‘I love you too, Draco. I will love you until the last beat of my heart and I promise you it won’t be today that last beat will come,’ you said with a smile before pecking his lips.

‘Now, shoo shoo, boy,’ you giggled and Draco walked backwards, slowly towards the Dark Side.

‘I love you!’ he shouted before he disappeared in a black cloud of dark magic.

You smiled sadly while walking away from under the stairs, before looking up to the ceiling, hoping he could hear your ‘I love you’ to him.

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Expelliarmus!’ you yelled with your wand in your hand as the wand of the Death Eater in front of you flew away. One step closer and your wand touched his living, beating heart, but you didn’t take the risk to do it.

Next thing you knew, was a green lightning beside you, so you screamed: ‘Stupefy!’ towards the Death Eater in front of you, before focusing on the one behind you.

Just in time you bent down for another green lightning and pointed your wand towards another one of them. ‘Everte Statum!’ you said, and the Death Eater tumbled backwards, so you got up and ran inside again.

A field of people fighting, bodies and many green lights filled your eyes. As one of the students was hit by the ‘Avada Kedavra’ spell, you gasped and looked straight into the eyes of the evil Bellatrix. A devilish grin appeared on the wizard’s face and she pointed her wand towards you.

Sectumsempra!’ she said and the next moment you felt a stinging feeling in your leg, stomach and chest. You fell backwards but just in time, some black smoke appeared behind you and two arms caught you safely, preventing you from suffering more pain.

‘Y/N,’ you heard someone whisper in tears as you started to whimper in pain. Next thing you saw, were two big grey eyes and the first tears were streaming down your face again. You felt your hands being sticky and wet from all the blood that was coming from your wounds.

Draco murmured some different spells so there was a shield around you guys and no one could hurt you as you started to cry more. The pain was unbearable, but you knew you could make it through.

‘Draco,’ you whispered as you reached in pain towards his cheek and you stroke it. He grabbed your hand softly and squeezed it a little.

‘Y/N, it’s going to be alright. I promise you, it’ll always be,’ he whispered as his voice was soft and a crack could be heard, which made you cry even more. The pain started to fade into cramps, as you saw that Draco spoke a healing spell over your body. 

Your lungs started to open up more and you immediately inhaled some air. Your hands started to get less sticky and as you looked up, you saw the remaining blood fading away. It seems like Draco have learned the spells really well, because just as the blood faded away, your wounds were only bruises and scratches now.

‘Draco, it’s working,’ you whispered with the biggest smile ever while the tears were now streaming down your face of happiness.

Draco sobbed as he smiled, contacting his lips with your lips as you both smiled in the kiss you shared.

While several spells hit the shield around you, but didn’t hit you luckily, you kissed him some more, before sitting up slowly. Only some scars and cramps were hurting you, but you ignored the pain which was bearable. In no time you were standing up and Draco helped you to balance on your feet.

Seconds later, he took you in your arms and buried his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of you. Your heart fluttered for the second time today as you took a small step back.

‘I know a place somewhere safe, no Death Eaters, no parents, no war,’ he whispered as you nodded. He grabbed your hand and you two ran away from your shield, the battlefield and the war, as you ran up the stairs of Hogwarts.

Sometimes you had to jump across some gaps in the stairs, but you eventually ended up in front of a wall, a dead end. Draco smiled and looked at you.

‘That bloody run did hurt me some bit,’ you snickered before frowning at the wall, ‘but what is this?’

Draco smiled at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, before letting your hand go.

‘The way to open the room is to walk past it three times thinking about what you need, and the door will appear,’ he said like he studied it and your eyes went wide.

‘The Room of Requirement?!’ you whispered as you saw Draco started to walk past it for more than three times. You started to worry and it didn’t lessen when you heard screams down the hall.

‘He went this way! I’m sure of it!’ you heard the well-known voice of Draco’s own father.

‘Oh no. Draco, I do-’

Just as you were about to say that it didn’t work and that he hallucinated this whole Room of Requirement stuff, a big door started to appear like it was drawn on the wall.

‘C’mon, let’s go,’ he said as he pushed the door open and you ran inside. Just in time, the door was being closed and disappeared from the outside. A silence filled the room, beside the thuds from outside, but those weren’t really loud.

‘Draco!’ you squealed as you embraced the boy you loved, ‘you saved my life. You saved my bloody life. Thank you so much.’

Draco grinned and pulled back, foreheads touching. ‘Well, I can be a hero sometimes yeah. Your hero.’

You giggled and said: ‘Told you I would be safe, I promised it.’ Draco started to laugh as he nodded.

‘Hm-mh, tell me about it. Lucky I was in the room. I could lose you,’ he started to mumble with sad eyes, but you shook your head as he stroke a strand of hair behind your ear.

‘No, no, I’m here. Alive, in pain, but I’m here, babe, and I won’t leave you,’ you said, ‘not again.’

Draco smiled again as he kissed you again, cupping your cheeks lovely

Sweetest Lie? More like the Honest Truth.

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Part 3: Imagine staying up past midnight with Chris.

Here’s part 1 and part 2 if you want to jump over and read those.

Dinner didn’t start at 8PM like you had planned thanks to the little detour to your bedroom. By the time the two of you managed to break away from each other and have dinner, it was 1:04AM; not that either of you were complaining.

Both of you were now in your kitchen devouring the last course of the degustation menu; dessert, which was your favorite. You were a little surprised that Chris was having dessert because you’d seen a few interviews where he’d stated that he wasn’t much of a dessert person, which was a bummer for you because your specialty was desserts. He said he’d rather munch on candy than cookies and cakes, but from the looks of things you’d changed his mind.

You watched him eat mouthful after mouthful of your tiramisu and smiled. You didn’t know if you were smiling because you were proud of converting him into a dessert person, or if you were just happy with the fact that- you were dating Chris Evans. You still couldn’t believe it was actually happening and you were a little afraid you’d suddenly wake up and realized it was just an incredibly vivid dream.

“Why are you staring at me?” Chris raised an eyebrow at you, his words muffled by the cake he had in his mouth. You chuckled softly and shook your head, lowering your gaze. “Did you want me to feed you, baby?” He scooped some up with his spoon and held it in front of your face. “Here.”

“I’m good,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away.

“C'mon,” he cooed and pushed the spoon forward. “It’s good.”

“I know, I made it,” you chuckled and pushed his hand away again. “I’m just really full.”

“One bite won’t kill you.”

“Stop!” You laughed and shied away from him as he tried to force another mouthful of tiramisu into your mouth. “I’ve already had enough to eat, Chris. If I eat anymore I’m going to puke in your face and that will not be pleasant.”

“No it will not,” he chuckled and lowered his spoon back onto his plate. “Can I just say,” he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table and his chin in his palm. “You look very, very cute in my shirt.” He smiled when you did.

“Does that mean I get to keep it?” You teased with a cheeky smile.

“And what am I meant to wear?” He chuckled, gesturing to his bare chest. “This is all fine and good while we’re in your house but the second I walk out, I’m going to need something otherwise I’m going to make headlines.” You both laughed at that. “I can see it now,” he chuckled, “right across New York Times. Captain America leaves his girlfriend’s house shirtless, where’s his shield when he needs it?” He joked then threw his head back, laughing harder than before.

You weren’t laughing because you were still trying to process what you’d just heard. You felt your lips part slightly, stunned that he just called you his girlfriend. Of course you’d be glad to be his girlfriend, it was just something the two of you hadn’t discussed. It wasn’t until he stopped laughing and saw your face that he realized what he had just said. You watched his eyes widened as he choked on the air in his lungs.

“Uh- I didn’t- I uh- You see-” He rambled, using his hands a little too much which meant that he was beyond nervous; you bit back your smile. “I um- it slipped out um- We haven’t talked about it so- ignore me, I- I didn’t-” he cut himself off and spooned more tiramisu into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he hummed then dramatically spoke with his mouth full, “dishisdemicious.”

“Chris,” you chuckled softly and reached over and placed your hand over his. “You can breathe because I’m not the kind of girl who’s going to freak out because you just called me your girlfriend.” He swallowed his cake and pressed his lips together. “Do you want to have the talk so we’re both clear about where we stand, and so you don’t do whatever you just did?” You teased him and he chuckled. “‘Cause I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Well then- do we really have to have the talk when it’s clear we both want this?” He asked rhetorically and you raised an eyebrow with a small smirk on your lips. “I mean- I just unconsciously called you my girlfriend after a week and you didn’t freak out,” he chuckled then jokingly added, “if that’s not soul mate level, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I said it.” He purposely puffed out his chest and brought a proud smile onto his face to comically relieve the situation. You shook your head, trying hard to stop laughing. “I’m an eccentric, okay?” He pouted and turned his hand, palm into yours. “Ignoring all the weird stuff I’ve said about the matter,” his index finger drawing small circles on your palm, “will you please officially hold the title of being my girlfriend?”

“Mm…” You pretended to think about it even though you were already going to say yes. “I mean-” you scrunched your nose, making a face. “That sounds like a lot of commitment and- I don’t think I have-” You were cut off when he jumped up from his stool and grabbed you, tickling your sides. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter, squirming away from his touch.

“Say yes!”

“This is blackmail-” You laughed as he continued tickling you, you were running out of space to move before you fell off your stool. “I’m going to fa- Chris!” He ceased tickling you and wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell, lifting you to your feet.

“Say yes.” He whispered softly, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Of course I’m going to say yes, you doofus.” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier with a guy than when I’m with you,” you admitted then blushed when he kissed you tenderly. “We still have to talk about some things though,” you said when you broke the kiss.

“Like who’s the top?” He teased.

“No,” you chuckled. “Like how we’re going to make this relationship work when we both know we’re not going to compromise on geographical locations.” He pressed his lips together, wincing. “And let’s not even mention our crazy work schedules.”

“Will you stop worrying?” He chuckled. “We’re going to make this work because I’m in New York like- more than you’d think.” It was said unconvincingly but you smiled anyway. “I visit Seb a lot, there’s uh- photo shoots and press tours and interviews that I have to come out for, plus I’m fond of a restaurant called Clover.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, smiling goofily. “The food is exquisite there, and the head chef’s an absolute doll.”

“So I’ve heard,” you agreed, smiling.

“We’re going to make this work, Y/N,” he promised. “Do you want to know whyyyy?” He asked in a sing song voice and you smiled, shaking your head 'no’. “Because I couldn’t possibly leave my best girl behind,” he told you with a smile; his tone so genuine that it made your heart flutter.

“In that case, Cap,” you smiled back. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”


Part 4 sometime soon. x

Star Wars and Tony Stark. Never thought I’d see the day. I also live for Steve being confused by modern references (oh, and Clint being a disgruntled and sassy bird). Anyway, thank you to @awkward-wayward-daughter for requesting this. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: Could you write a one shot where the reader and Tony always bump heads and don’t like each other, but then Tony finds out about the readers love for Star Wars and builds her a R2-D2 as a peace offering. And fluff! Thank you if you can! Even if you can’t, you’re amazing!

“A New Hope”

“There’s got to be something we can do.” Steve groaned. Clint’s head was on the table with his arms draped over it. You and Tony had been arguing for hours in the other room and ultimately everyone had taken themselves away. They congregated in the dining room to concoct a solution but hadn’t been able to escape the noise completely. When there appeared to be a brief moment of silence, Barton’s head lifted in hope – only to hit the table once more when Tony’s raised voice could be heard once more. Clint let out a strangled moan in exasperation. Natasha petted him sympathetically on the head.

“There’s nothing that we haven’t already tried or thought of,” said Bruce, who was surprisingly calm. “We just have to accept that those two are doomed to bump heads forever.”
“Then give me the gun now so I can end it.” Clint’s muffled voice responded. Steve couldn’t determine who he intended to shoot – Stark, (y/n), or himself. Either way, they needed a solution.

“Don’t they have mutual interests? Hobbies?”
“If they did, would they be at each other’s throats all the time?” Bruce sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose. Steve turned to Natasha.
“You’ve got to be able to find something. Lay some traps, set a scene – find something that they’ve got in common and set them up to figure it out.”

Nat shrugged.
“I might be able to do some digging.”
“If not for us, then do it for Barton. Look at him.” Steve gestured to the archer who was softly banging his head against the table, letting out a muffled cry with every strike. “They’re driving him insane.”

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Spring Seaon / First Impression

Ahh how much I waited for this spring season. There wasn’t any season so far I have been looking more forward to and I’m glad that it’s as great as expected. Doing a first impression on a season is like a tradition for me now and it’s always fun doing that. I just love it when a new season starts and everything is so fresh and new. New openings, new endings, new animation etc. Just like in every other season I try out every show. This way I’m able to find anime which are better then expected. But enough talking let’s start with the anime.

Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches

This anime was one of those anime I have been waiting for. It’s clearly not the first anime to use this body switching story but the way it does that is quite funny. The manga runs in a Shounen Magazine but the mangaka is actually female which is why the character design kinda have bits of both styles be it shounen or shoujo. The first episode itself was pretty standard for a body switching story. Both are checking out there manly or womanly features when they change and they are both obviously trying to turn back. Still as mentioned it was a pretty entertaining episode and I really liked it. The opening was really nice and I liked the animation. Specially the expressions of the characters were funny mainly Ryu. Definetly going to be an enjoyable show.

Kyoukai no Rinne

I love Rumiko Takahashi. I loved every work of her so far be it Maison Ikkoku, Ranma ½ or Inuyasha. When I heard that Rin-Ne is getting an adaption I was really looking forward to it and after watching the first 2 eps it seems like a fun show. The story here is also pretty basic. It’s about a highschooler who can see spirits. During the story she meets the “shinigami” (of sorts) Rinne who she is helping with some cases. It seems like this show will be overall a lighthearted show with nothing standing out. I’m actually suprised that this will be 25 episodes as I don’t see that this anime could get that popular. This doesn’t mean that I didn’t liked Rin-Ne. I love Rumiko’s eccentric style and characters and it’s always fun seeing there interactions. The character design are typical Rumiko too which I love a lot and the opening is really good too.Overall this seems like another enjoyable show from Rumiko and I’m looking forward to more.


The Heroic Legend of Arslan

This was one of those shows the most people were waiting for. Of course it is the novel is really popular after all which got a popular manga daption and now it’s back with Arakawas style. What else could you need to build up hype. And after seeing the first episode (haven’t seen the second yet) I do think that this could be one of the best anime of this season. The plot is pretty interesting and I like the setting too. Someone did their research even though I find that problematic with bombarding us with information since the most of us are going to forget anyway which rank who has etc. The animation of this show is quite good even though they do use CGI at times. The character designs are something I really like to. It reminds me of FMA and it’s obvious that Arakawa is behind the designs. Not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing that the characters look so similair though. The opening was okay not really my style to be honest but I’m definetly waiting for more Arslan and I hope it won’t dissapoint me.


Fate/stay night Unlimited Bladeworks Season 2

Everyone’s favorite Fate/stay is back too and as some of you know I’m not really the biggest fan of this show. I just don’t understand why people worship this anime so much. This being said I don’t dislike the anime. The animation is too good to dislike it. It seems like this season could be more interesting then the last one so let’s see what will happen.


Plastic Memories

Remember how I said that I watch every show since I could find good series I would never think I would like. Plastic Memories really suprised me. After watching the first 2 episodes I can say for sure that I really enjoy watching this. The plot is rather unique and I like the characters. Tsukasa our main character is new at the android production conglomerate Sai’s Terminal Service Department. They are responsible for the retrieval of expiring specimens. The androids this company builds only live for 9 years then the company have to get them back. For each retrieval there is a team of two peoples responsible. Tsukasa is in a team with the android Isla. I think you can pretty much guess where this is leading too. Despite starting light hearted the first episode ended really sad. Obviously the people are having a relationship with the android after 9 years so we can expect a lot of emotions. Also Isla is a very interesting character. Not the typical moe and clumsy character (she kinda have both sides but it’s potrayed differently then it normally gets) but very likeable in her own way. So what can I say ? Great beginning, good animation, interesting plot and good characters. This show couldn’t start better and is easily one of the best show this season so far.

Owari no Seraph

Two episodes are out but I have only watched one so far. This anime is about Vampire. Vampire are difficult for me. Since Twilight exist Vampires started to suck. Ahem. Anyway this show started the most typical way it could. Like seriously it couldn’t get more typical. Angry young man aka Eren Jäger is very mad since the Vampires are evil and treating the kids in a bad way. But where do the Vampires come from you ask ? In the world of Owari no Seraph a virus is killing everyone older then 13. A good opportunity for the Vampires to appear and enslave mankind. The kids have to work for the Vampires and our angry young man is obviously not happy with that. So what happens ? As emo and mad he is he is trying to run away from there together with his happy little family. But can they do that ? That’s the question. To be honest with all the things I said I found this anime pretty entertaining and actually liked it. It’s nothing new and it’s so freaking obvious that all the anime fans will love this since this has all those things that makes an anime popular. Emo hero, blood and tragic back story. But even with all that it’s certainly not a bad show and I guess I will like this overall. Such a mainstream fan I am ts ts.

Re-Kan!

Oh look ! Another girl who can see spirits. Japan sure do like characters who can see spirits. The first episode of this anime pretty much gave me the same feeling as Rin-Ne. Lighthearted show which is fun to watch but nothing more.


Shokugeki no Souma

Ever had an orgasm while eating ? Flying clothes while you enjoy your steak ? Did you felt like you’re getting raped by an octopus while you enjoy your meal ? No ?This is the main dish in Food Wars. Ecchi and Food that’s how we can sum up Food Wars. I actually read like 10 chapters before this anime so I knew what was going to happen. Even then some fanservice scenes suprised me here and made me question my life. While I think that the first episode really sucked since it was way too much the second episode was quite funny and enjoyable. I guess as long as you don’t take this show too seriously it won’t hurt watching it.


Is It Wrong to Try and Pick up Girls in a Dungeon ?

Hell yes it is. You don’t do that. Dungeons are evil and so are the girls in it. But who aren’t evil are our two main characters. Bell and Hestia are the names of our two main characters and I really have to say that I like the interactions between them. It’s another anime which has this online game vibe but I found it quite enjoyable. The first episode was rather okayish but specially the second episode changed my opinion about this anime and made me like it. Definetly not a show for everyone but I like it.


Nisekoi Season 2

I’m being honest I didn’t liked the first episode. i found it dissapointing. This has many reasons. First Chitoge is my least favorite character of Nisekoi (even though I found some of the faces hilarious in this episode) and second it was just plain boring. The whole episode Chitoge was trying to make Raku notice her and it almost felt like some filler or something. Yeah and there is not really much else to say. The animation improved a bit and I like the Opening. I really hope the next episode of Nisekoi is going to be better.


My Teen Romantic Comedy SNAFU TOO!

Hell yes it’s back. I already showed my love in a blog before where I talk about the first episode. But the second episode made me love it even more. It’s so great to see that this anime is still as good as the first season and I’m loving the new animation and character designs. Both girls are looking fantastic and Hikigaya’s new design fits perfectly. Also I’m already liking the opening and ending a lot and I can’t wait for the full releases. If you haven’t watched it yet then go and watch season 1.

Gintama

Do I actually need to say something ? Favorite anime. Is. Back. After. I . Waited. For. Almost. 2. Years. Nuff. Said. (and I showed my love in the other blog already)


Ore Monogatari !!

Madhouse I love you. I need to say this in every season. I would like to stop but the problem is that they always give me the reason to love them in each season. Ore Monogatari had such a great and enjoyable start that I’m sure that this anime will end up being on of my favorite anime overall. So likeable characters and it seems like this is going to be a very enjoyable romance story. The animation is as expected from Madhouse fantastic. It’s so colorful and detailed that I don’t even feel like moving my eyes away for a second. So give me more Madhouse I can’t wait for the next episode.

Hibike! Euphonium

Talking about good animation. We shouldn’t forget about Kyoani. I’m a big fan of Kyoani anime and this seems to be no expection. It’s interesting to finally see different instruments in a music anime then just piano, guitar etc. I also was suprised by the main character as I expected her to be this typical moe character but I’m glad that she is so blunt lol. The story is pretty simple actually and the pacing of it is.. well what pacing ? We see everything the way Kumiko does (our main character) and the lightness and pacing of this anime wouldn’t work for every animation studio. But Kyoto Animation is not just some animation studio and they can make every so unimportant scene entertaining. Apart from the character and the story I have to talk about the animation again. The high quality animation of Kyoani is really amazing. And not only because it’s so fluid or detailed but also the filmic directions is soo good that every second of this show is enjoyable. So bring it on Kyoani .

I Can’t Understand What My Husband Is Saying Second Season

Well not much to say actually. If you loved the first season you will love this too.

It’s short and quite funny.


Few anime where I have watched the first episode but no opinion so far:

-Kekkai Sensen

-Hello!! Kiniro Mosaic

-Punchline

-Houkago no Pleiades (TV)

-Mikagura Gakuen Kumikyoku

-Etotama

-Urawa no Usagi-chan

Dropped without any questions

-Show by Rock

-Vampire Holmes

-Triage X

I would’ve posted this sooner but I was withholding it from my girlfriend to make a point. I hope you’ve learned your lesson, peanut. Don’t fuck with me. Anyway, mini-rant over. The last chapter was well-received by @thegirlwiththeimpala, @all-nerds-here, @tmntloverxd, @lavenderr-skiies, @tinkerbelldetective, and @procrastinatingvirgo. Enjoy, my darlings!

Omg the story is soooooooo good!! I love it.

Thank you. I hadn’t realized I didn’t need my heart. Now I know, and now I shall go cry in a corner.

OH GOD CIVIL WAR HAS ME DYING😭 poor Bucky☹☹☹

Civil War (Part 9)

Part 8

The next morning couldn’t come quick enough. Both Steve and Bucky were anxious for you to wake up, to speak with you and find out how much you knew. Bucky had gone to his room and pulled out all of his notebooks and photo albums with everything he’d collated over the years. His notebooks were teeming with scribbles and drawings, that only seemed to make sense to him. Sometimes they were nonsense, fragments of thought that linked up with something on another page entirely, and sometimes they were sketches which varied from the tangible to the downright dark. His thoughts had been scattered but those notebooks, along with Steve’s support, had ultimately been his salvation.

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Imagine: Like Siblings (requested by anon)

request: You’re 14 and suffer from despression.Pan takes you to Neverland and treats you like a little sister.


“Take my hand and I’ll promise you a better life.” Peter said as he flew onto my window board and reached down to take my hand. “You promise?” I asked him doubting his pledges. “I do.” He said confidently. A life in Neverland didn’t sound bad. No rules, no sorrows, no responsibility. Only a group of boys dancing around a bonfire all day, joking and playing around. My family couldn’t handle me anyway and the only one I really loved was my dog Sinister. The thought of leaving him behind ripped my heart into pieces but leaving this place seemed to be the right choice. The last thing I’d cry after would be my family. They treated me so indifferently and kept distancing from me since they found out I was suffering from depression. And before I could even realize what I had done I was flying over the roofs of my hometown. The fact that I was hanging onto only Peter’s hand scared me so much that I suddenly got an anxiety attack. Peter stopped to comfort me and offered to put his arms around my body while flying so I would feel more safe. I gladly took his offer. When we finally reached Neverland he lead me to an extra large tent with an extra comfy bed. “Why are you doing this for me?” I asked him startled. “I want you to feel good and safe.” He said and continued. “If something’s ever wrong with you, you can always come and talk to me. You’re not alone. Understood?” He treated me so nicely, still not acting cravingly. “Yeah.” I said and Peter turned around to leave my tent but I stopped him. “Peter!” He immediately turned around a look of concernment in his eyes. “What is it, love?” He asked softly. “Thank you. For everything.” I said with a sad smile. He smiled back and looked me straight in the eyes. “Absolutely no problem.” Then he left. Since then about a month must have passed. Peter has been treating me like a little sister all the time. Making dangerous excursions with me, showing me some special places on Neverland and even confessing his deepest secret to me, that his life depended on a special heart, called “The Heart Of The Truest Believer”. He told me that he would have to find it or he would die as soon as the sand in the hourglass was gone. Of course I worried about him but he told me not to. “I’m gonna make it.” He told me back then. Peter really trusted me. He made me feel special and accepted. He cared for and about me. It turned out that he was the greatest listener and comforter I ever came across. Everytime I was in a bad mood, he cheered me up. Everytime I cried he calmed me down and didn’t leave my side until I was okay again. He always tried to understand what my problems were and when I had a real bad depression attack he hovered over me and cared for me. He knew that when I was racked by those depressions he could do nothing but talk to me soothing and carefully. One day it was really bad and I had been sitting at the edge of the cliff all day. Peter was very concerned and worried about me, he sat there with me trying to cheer me up but it didn’t really work out. He brought me some tea and even cooked a soup himself only for me. It made me smile that he tried everything he could only for me but I felt like drowning in the dark flow of my depressions. I was thinking back to my family and my dog I left. The thought that I left Sinister with those cruel people down there made me cry so hard I wouldn’t stop until Peter decided to do something I’d never forget. He told me that he had to leave for a little while and summoned me to sleep a little since I looked so done. After about half an hour later I was woken up by something wet and warm slobbering over my face. When I opened up my eyes to see what was disturbing my restful sleep I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Right in front of me sat my dog Sinister. “You brought him here? Oh Peter!” I jumped up from the spot I was laying on and fell right into his arms. “Thank you so so much!” Surprised by my sudden gesture he startled for a second but soon wrapped his arms around me. I felt relief washing through my whole body taking my dark thoughts with it. “I just want you to be happy, lil’ sis.” He said going through my hair messing it up. “I am totally!” I said and knelt down to finally clasp Sinister in my arms. He immediately jumped all over me and dragged me to the ground with all his weight. I caressed his fur and felt like the happiest person in the world. “I knew that you’d find a way.” I said when I got up onto my feet again. “I’m always giving my best.” He said smiling. “Now come on let’s go back to camp. Sitting around at the cliff is pretty dangerous and you should really get something to eat. I’m surprised that you didn’t starve already.” He said and put his hand onto my back to push me forward. “Fine.” I said and started walking. Peter looked after me smiling as I ran along the way with Sinister throwing sticks for him laughing all the time. He was happy as long as I was and with my dog arriving in Neverland everything was finally perfect. We arrived at camp and introduced everyone to Sinister as Peter grabbed some dinner for us three. We sat down on a log around the fire and enjoyed the food talking and laughing again. At first Sinister fell asleep and then did I on Peter’s shoulder. I briefly woke up when Peter picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to take me to my tent. When I was lying in bed Peter gave me a little good night kiss and I fell into a very deep sleep that night.


Dear lovely anon! Here’s your personal imagine! I hope you enjoy reading it (I really enjoyed writing it though :)) I hope you have a very nice day!


Love Felia!

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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