About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.
So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.
“Baby please! Pretty please? With a cherry on top. We’ll even watch whatever you want.”
Sighing you rolled your eyes. Your phone wedged between your shoulder against your ear while you tried to clean up around your office. “Jay, you hate my shows. I just wanna go home. Take a nice long bath, and catch up on my dramas.”
“You can do that all at my place, come on I haven’t seen you a month.”
“And whose fault is that Rapstar?”
Jay had a tendency of going ghost for weeks at a time. Rather it was for recording, business, or tours he’d usually be gone for a while. You two weren’t clingy about your relationship, and you always had something else going on to distract you so it wasn’t too bad. But when he did come back he’d always be a little too clingy. It honestly was adorable, and you always got a kick in making him beg.
prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”
You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open.
“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.”
“Which one?” Alex called back smugly as Laf closed the door behind you. You shot Alex a glare, crossing your arms and eyeing him from where you stood. He looked up from his laptop to see you still glaring at him.
Really? Your expression so clearly said. He had to hold back a laugh.
He playfully gasped and smiled when he realized you weren’t budging and could actually be very pissed off. “My favorite one is here.“ He teased, saving his work and walking toward you.
Your glare only intensified. Laf snickered as he looked between you two.
“I’m only kidding, sweetheart. You’re my only one.“
“That’s better.” You grinned, pulling him into a hug and smiling when he kissed your cheek, humming obnoxiously loud as he did so. "Okay, quick question. Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?“ You looked around their place, laughing a little.
“It was done this way to accurately represent my life.” Herc mumbled, making you laugh.
“Or because I’m the only one who bothers to clean around here,” Laf mumbled.
“Not true!” John said in defense, looking up from his little notebook. His eyes were sparkling as he laughed a little, grinning at Laf who ruffled his curly hair.
“Did you still want to go out?“ Alex asked, wrapping an arm around your waist nonchalantly. Everyone didn’t understand how you two would so easily hold hands, cuddle, and lean on one another, yet claimed you never had feelings for one another.
Which was true to an extent. You had told everyone that you were in fact not dating, but you and Alex knew the truth. You both had little crushes on one another. You’d both confessed to one another and were excited to see how this would play out. It was just amusing right now to act like a couple without that label.
“Might as well take me out, Hamilton.” You sighed with a playful smile. “I came all the way over here.” You challenged, leaning into him.
“Mm.” He grinned. “You just can’t seem to stay away, can you?”
“Guess you’ve got me.” You shrugged, feeling your cheeks redden slightly. If his smile could grow any bigger, it would have.
You were just so cute. Your banter was always something he looked forward to. To see you walk through that door made him so happy. He really did love you.
Alex let go of you for a moment to fix his hair, taking the long tresses out of his ponytail. He ran a hand through his hair and shook it out a little. He caught you staring and gave you a smile. “Like what you see?“
"Why is your hair even prettier than me?” You pouted a little.
“Nothing could be prettier than you, darling."
Lafayette snorted. Hercules let out a boo. John said “3 out of 10,” making you laugh a little.
“Cheeeeeesy, Alex.” He chuckled. “You really fall for this kind of stuff, (Y/N)?”
You stuck your tongue out at him and he gave you a wink.
You looked back at Alex, who for the time being let his hair down. He had his hands in his pockets and shifted his weight from his toes to his heels, rocking back and forth, almost amused with what he had done to you. You didn’t bother trying to hide your blush. You thought he was the handsomest man you knew. You liked his hair down better.
"No work today?” You said quickly, eyebrows raised a little.
“Didn’t say that, but I just might be able to squeeze you in.” He said, looking down at you.
"Wow, Alex, you really know how to make a girl feel special."
"Not to mention you’re a piece of work."
"Well, I’m a luxury few can afford, Alexander."
He chuckled, twinkle in his eye. "I know a good thing when I see one."
"Why aren’t you two dating?” John said, exasperated. “Kiss. Date. Fall in love. Get married. Have cute kids. Come on already.”
“Oui. What is stopping you two?” Laf asked from the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
“She’s just so perfect. I dunno.” Alex shrugged, but the little smile was still there on his lips. He was looking into your eyes, making your cheeks warm up even more. You found the courage to look back at Alex, and smiled. You found yourself getting lost in his own pretty set of eyes.
“I’m just a l-little intimidated, I guess.” He stuttered, biting his lip slightly.
You laughed a little nervously, shaking your head and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m trash. Shut up.”
“Then I guess I can pick you up and take you out, right?” He raised his eyebrows a little, a grin on his face as your expression changed before his eyes. “Eh? Eh? C’mon? That was pretty good.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as he leaned in, clearly proud of his clever pick up line.
“John, gimme a score.”
“Eh, 7.5.” Laurens said, and you felt yourself finally break as you laughed a little more. Alex huffed, but said he would take it. It was better than a previous 3 after all.
“I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule.” You hummed. “See this, this really cute guy just asked me out,” You went on, grinning. “Used a cute clever pick up line and I’m really thinking about going.”
“Oh yeah?” Alex raised his eyebrows, leaning in a little closer. He crossed his arms over his chest, mimicking you.
“Yeah!” You exaggerated, smiling wider.
“Well, what’s he like?”
“He’s incredibly smart. Witty. Funny. Great writer. Loves to argue with people.”
“He sounds like a great guy. Sure he’s real cute too, huh?”
“Yeah! How’d you know?”
“I probably know a guy as amazing as him.”
“Of course you know Jefferson! He’s so great.” You exaggerated. “We have a couple classes together! Do you think I should go out with him, Herc?” You looked to the other boys for help, teasing Alex further as they encouraged you to go out with him.
“Oh, you’re evil.” Alex chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“Weeeeellll, he’s about a head taller,” You smirked, getting closer to Alex and looking him right in the eye. Then, you leaned in, standing on your tiptoes slightly to whisper in his ear. “And he’s a great kisser.”
Alex smirked, clenching his jaw slightly as you pulled away nonchalantly. “Is that so? Who are you comparing him too?”
“He’s in a league of his own.” You hummed, hands innocently behind your back. You knew Alex was getting annoyed at this point. You could see the fire in his eye.
“I beg to differ.” Alex said confidently. He had to be better at Jefferson in everything.
“What are you going to do?” You challenged. “How will you prove it? Are you gonna … Kiss me? I dare you.” You smirked, pretty lips curving into the slyest of smiles.
You could see in his eyes how badly he wanted to. You wouldn’t dare stop him if he did.
“You mean, y’all haven’t kissed already?” Herc scoffed from the couch. “I’m surprised at your self control."
"Just do it already.” Laf mumbled, almost bored as he leaned against the counter, chin resting in his hand. “You’re practically a couple.”
“Yep.” John piped up. “All true statements.”
“It seeems we have an audience.” You looked back up at him, shrugging nonchalantly. “So what are you gonna do, Hamilton? Hm?”
You were looking at each other, smiling so wide with flushed cheeks. The ball was in his court. If he didn’t make a move, you’d make one later. Thank goodness he did though. It wasn’t long before you felt Alex lean down and kiss you, holding you tightly by your waist and holding you close. You smiled against his lips, running your hands through his hair gently.
The other guys didn’t expect you to do it. Especially so easily.
Hercules’ eyes were huge when he looked back. Laf almost dropped the bowl of cereal in his hand. John looked right up from his notebook when he realized it was too quiet in the room. He felt his jaw drop at the sight.
Alex’s lips melted against yours, fitting perfectly. You both slowly pulled away, almost hesitant to end the sweet kiss. When you pulled back, your cheeks were red and Alex’s eyes were sparkling.
“Who’s Jefferson?” You breathed out, and Alex laughed a little as you bit your lip a little. “I’m yours.“ You smirked. Dang, he was a good kisser.
"I like the sound of that.” Alex leaned in a little closer, kissing your cheek repeatedly, making you laugh as he put his hands around your waist so you couldn’t escape. “What? What’s wrong?” He continued to kiss you, going down towards your neck as you giggled and tried to shove him off.
“A-Alex!” You managed to squirm out of his grasp, laughing a little more and straightening yourself out. You smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair. Alex’s eyes on you didn’t help at all.
“I was, um, not expecting that.” John said, chuckling a little as he looked between the two of you.
“Me either.“ Alex said, with a little laugh, but there was no trace of regret in his voice. You joined in, laughing a little too. "Say that again, will you?"
"Say what?” You raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Oh,” You smiled, taking his hand confidently. "I’m yours."
He kissed your cheek, bringing you back into his side, making you laugh. "I could get used to this.”
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good. Because I want to do this again.”
He leaned in, giving you another kiss that pleasantly surprised you. You didn’t fight it, letting yourself sink into his embrace and pulling him closer. He dipped you slightly, hands on your waist to steady you as the boys howled around you.
“John, give me a score!” Was the first thing Alex said when you both pulled away happily.
“I think (Y/N) and I can agree that was a ten.” John smiled at you, once you had broken off the kiss from Alex. You nodded sheepishly, covering your face to hide your blush as the other guys cooed.
You gently tiptoed to kiss Alex’s cheek, and smiled in turn when his cheeks reddened slightly.
A/N: Like… I saw a picture of him earlier and all I could think about was what it would be like to make out with him. Like he looked so innocent and cute and his lips were so damn plump. I feel like imma burst if I don’t write this out, so here we go lmaoo
You couldn’t help but to admire your boyfriend from afar as he sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone. Sunday was usually one of the few days he had fully to himself, so the both of you spent this day lounging around the house if you could. The Māori looked cuter to you than normal today and you weren’t sure if it had something to do with the sweats that he was clad in or the messy curls adorning his head. Either way, you wanted to touch him. Bad. Your gaze soon fell over to one of your favorite assets on your boyfriend - his lips. They were always so plump and inviting, and the softness of them never ceased to amaze you. Your thoughts soon went south and you thought about the feel of them leaving marks along your skin as well as your core, but you pushed them away. You simply needed to kiss him was all, that was enough for you. At least until later.
You slowly made your way over to him and rest your hands onto his shoulders, getting him to turn on the swivel top of the chair.
"Whatcha doin’?“ You questioned him and continued running your hands along the front his body. You just loved the feeling of his toned body through his shirt.
Calum looked up at you and gave you a small smile, locking his phone and setting it on the counter to give you his full attention.
"Just scrolling through my twitter feed.” He sighed out.
"Yanno,“ you started with a shy smile under his gaze,"you’re sitting over here looking all cute and stuff, and your lips just look so good."
With a laugh, Calum allowed his hands to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him and he said,” Oh, really?“
"Mhmm.” You nodded your head and drew shapes onto his shoulder.
"Did you come over here for a kiss, princess?“ He asked you sweetly and you nodded with a giggle.
He leaned up to give you a quick kiss and you poured your lips at him, letting him know that you wanted more. Calum then cupped your cheek and pulled you down to place his lips on yours once again, holding them against yours for a few moments longer. You pulled away and tilted your head to the other side to kiss him again, swiping your tongue across his bottom lip before he gave you entrance. The kiss was sweet and innocent, no lust partaking into the act as it usually always did. Soon enough Calum pulled away so that the two of you could gain air and stood to pull you into the living room.
Once the naturally tanned boy had taken a seat, he tugged you to straddle his lap.
"Are you comfortable?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head.
After taking his hands from your waist and placing them on your plump butt, you sent a cheeky smile as you replied with,“Now I am."
Calum let out a laugh before you leaned down to kiss him again and dived straight into the tongue action. Calum had quickly taken control as he deepened the kiss, massaging your tongue with his. His hands had began to massage the supple skin of your butt and yours went to run through his fluffy curls. You had to hold yourself back from naturally rolling your hips against him. You didn’t want to turn him on, you didn’t want sex. You wanted what you had right at that moment, to simply make out with Calum would leave you satisfied until you couldn’t control you sexual urges anymore. You were in bliss already. The two of you made out for what seemed like hours before he finally pulled away deciding that he was satisfied for now as well.
"I love you.” Calum grinned as he placed kisses to your collarbone, trailing them innocently to the cleavage of your breast.
"I love you too, Cal.“ You sighed, placing a loving kiss to his forehead and rolling off to sit on the side of him, cuddling into his side as you questioned,"Movie?”
You take the file Natasha’s holding out to you and flip it open to see a familiar setting. “Why are we going to Star City?”
“There’s a growing crime ring there that could turn into a terrorist threat,” Steve explains.
“Who’s Damien Dark?” Sam asks, flipping through his own file. You, Sam, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda are the only ones going on this mission. At least for now.
“We suspect he’s the crime ring’s leader.” Natasha pulls up a picture of him on the projection monitor. “For the past couple of weeks, he’s either been unable to track down, or at social gatherings.” She looks over at you. “He’s been at every single one of your boyfriend’s campaign events.”
You swallow nervously. Oliver still doesn’t know you’re an Avenger. He’s already been through enough, he doesn’t need a possible evil overlord after him and a superhero girlfriend. “Okay, so what’s the game plan?” you ask.
“We,” Steve starts, “will be undercover in Star City until we can’t be anymore. We’ll be supporting Mr. Queen’s campaign. Wanda will go through Damien’s mind at each event so we know if he’s guilty, and, possibly, what he’s up to.” He locks eyes with Wanda, who stands next to you with her arms crossed. “Is that alright?”
She nods. “I can do it.”
The corner of Steve’s mouth twitches up in a smile at her words. “All right, we’ll head out in fifteen minutes so we can make Queen’s next event. ”
“Steve,” Sam says, “what about the Green Arrow?”
Natasha and Steve exchange a look that makes you frown.
“We tried to contact the vigilante so we could work with him, but got no response,” Natasha says. “We’re on our own for now.”
“Hey.” You smile, walking up to where Thea stands in the front row of Oliver’s supporters. The younger girl smiles brightly and hugs you.
“Hey!” She squeals, pulling away from the hug, but keeping her hands on your shoulders. “Where have you been? It’s been months!”
You sigh. “My job’s kept me tied up in a bad way.” Your eyes flicker over to where Steve stands at the edge of the crowd, the World War II veteran hat Natasha got him perched on his head. His undercover get up sucks, as usual. “In fact, I’m here on business.”
Thea frowns slightly. “What kind of–”
She’s cut off as Oliver takes the stage in the new music hall, smiling and waving as the crowd cheers and cameras flash. “I’ll tell you later!” You yell to Thea over the commotion. She nods.
“Good evening, everyone,” Oliver greets, smiling at the crowd. His eyes flit over you once before resting on you, making his smile brighten. “It’s great to see you all here.” You can’t help the smile that comes over your face at the way he’s looking at you.
“As you probably know, I am here to support the opening of this beautiful new Star City Music Hall here in the Glades. Earlier this year, it was–”
You feel a tug on your right sleeve and turn your head to see Wanda with wide eyes flashing quickly from scarlet to brown. “Wanda, what’s wrong?” You whisper, taking hold of her elbow in case she gets weak. “Wanda?”
Thea comes at your side. “Hey, is she okay?”
“She’s fine.” You wince at how quickly you responded. “This is my colleague. She doesn’t do well in crowds, I’ll be right back.”
Thea nods with worried eyes and you wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist, half-carrying her over to the entrance of a hallway. “What’s wrong, Wanda? What is it?”
Sam walks up to you, sporting a red hat and a casual jacket and jeans. “Damien is here, but something … Something is wrong with it. It’s twisted and dark, (y/n). It’s making me dizzy.”
“Do you see anything about him? Anything important?” Sam asks.
Wanda shakes her head. “Nothing. Except …” Her eyes suddenly widen, her irises all scarlet as she sits there, quietly shaking.
You shake her shoulder, getting increasingly more worried. “Wanda? Wanda are you okay?”
She continues to shake uncontrollably, and you and Sam share a worried look. “What do we do?” he asks.
Suddenly, the floor shakes with the force of an explosion, and the sound of gunshots comes from the hall. You gently lower Wanda to the floor as Sam runs to look at what’s going on. You follow, looking around the corner to see complete chaos.
People are fleeing in all directions, and masked men with guns are firing into the crowd. Oliver is nowhere to be seen, which terrifies you. You glance behind you to see Wanda in the same state, before seeing Felicity running towards you.
“Felicity!” You yell. Running forward, you take her arm and pull her behind cover. Sam pulls out his gun and guards the entrance as you pull the surprisingly calm blonde towards Wanda. “Please watch her, something’s wrong and I have to go.”
Felicity nods before glancing at Wanda and doing a double take. “Is that … ?” Then she looks at Sam’s crappy undercover outfit and back at you, putting two and two together. “Oh my god.”
You smile nervously. “I’ll be back.”
Then you run into the fray after Sam, pulling on your wrist braces as you do.
Sam grins, walking towards where Diggle stands on the other side of the lair. “Looks like neither of us really got out of the good fight.”
“Can’t escape.” Dig laughs, shaking his old army buddy’s hand. He sees Steve standing beside Sam and shakes the captain’s hand. “Even after a lifetime.”
Steve laughs dryly, and the three veterans look around the room. Felicity, Thea, Wanda, and Natasha are all talking around the computers as Felicity tries to track the terrorists. Wanda has a blanket around her shoulders, and is still shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what happened to her at the music hall, only that Damien caused it somehow. According to her, he must have known that she was in his mind somehow.
All of the information she gathered from him was erased.
While the two teams have gotten along well so far, the couple at the other end of the room has been in a quiet argument for two hours. They were silent on the ride to the lair, silent for the first half hour, and finally, they went and talked and haven’t stopped. The others are doing their best to ignore it.
“So, what’re they usually like when they’re together?” Sam asks, looking away from you and Oliver and back at Diggle. “(y/n) talks about Oliver all the time, but …”
Dig smiles a bit. “They’re great. Whenever (Y/n)’s in town, Oliver’s the happiest. I just wish he would’ve told her about his nightly activities. And that she told him.”
Steve nods. “(Y/n)’s so strict about keeping her identity secret. She’s never told me why.” The three are silent as they look at the other end of the room. Steve clears his throat. “Well, since they’re a bit caught up at the moment, we should probably discuss some sort of plan.” The other two men agree, and they begin discussing battle strategies.
On the other side of the large room, (y/n) steps away from Oliver, arms crossing over her chest. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.”
He holds up a finger, eyes narrowing at her. “You have no right to say that to me. You did the same thing.”
“I was going to tell you today. After your conference. But then some psychos decided to shoot up the place, so I didn’t really get the chance.”
Oliver’s angry gaze doesn’t falter from you and you sigh, stepping forward and interlacing both of your hands with his. “Look, I love you, Oliver, and I really don’t want this to come between us. We both kept secrets, and we both know everything now, so can we please just promise each other that we won’t lie anymore and move on?”
You pause, looking down at your hands. “I already hardly see you, I don’t want to lose you forever.”
He untangles his right hand’s fingers from your left’s and gently cups your chin, making you look up at him. “No more secrets?”
You shake your head.
“And you’ll keep me updated?”
You nod. “And you’ll keep me updated?”
He nods. You smile a little bit.
Oliver smiles softly. “So we’re good?”
You laugh. “Yes, Ollie, we’re good.”
Still smiling, he leans down and kisses you softly. You tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him back for a few seconds before pulling away. The two of you just sway back and forth for a couple of seconds, foreheads touching.
When you came back from the hunt you joined the Winchesters on, you went straight to your room. Sam and Dean swore that they didn’t know where you went, but Lucifer wasn’t buying it. He went in search of you, checking the obvious places first.
Lucifer was becoming impatient as he left the bathroom. He had already checked outside, the kitchen, and the library. The last place to check was your room. If you weren’t there, Lucifer was going to start tearing walls apart.
The fallen archangel approached your bedroom, pausing when he heard sniffles coming from inside your room. He tilted his head to the side as he pushed the door open. He saw you crying in the middle of your bed.
“[Y/N], why are you crying,” Lucifer asked as he stepped into your room. “Do I need to smite someone or something?”
“No,” you sniffled, shaking your head. You ran your hand through your hair as you turned to face Lucifer.
He shut your door, marching up to you. “You’re going to tell me who made you cry,” Lucifer muttered. “Smiting them would be too easy. I’ll do something worse, I’ll-.”
“No one made me cry,” you said, cutting the devil off. “I saw a dog earlier that was outside of a house. It was just standing in the yard looking at me. The poor dog looked so lonely and it looked like it needed food.”
“You’re crying over a dog,” Lucifer questioned. “Really [Y/N]?”
“I wanted to help the dog,” you said, wiping your tears away. “I know you may not understand, but I just love dogs, okay?”
Lucifer sighed as he sauntered up to you. He held out his hand to you. “Come on angel,” Lucifer spoke calmly. “Let’s go help that dog.”
“Are you serious?” You looked at Lucifer with wide eyes. This was unlike Lucifer.
Lucifer gave a curt nod. “I can’t have you sobbing over a dog,” Lucifer stated. “I’d rather see you smile over helping a dog, than crying in here all day.”
Lucifer pulled you off of the bed and into his arms. He wasn’t going to let you shed any more tears, not if he could help it.
Ok… I hate hiatus’s but they’re also perfect for inspiring and fic writing.
Now this is just an indulgent piece of fluff I had too much fun writing but, alas, I only wrote it in 20 mins (I was inspired) because I don’t have a lot of time to spare so if it feels crude or just plain wrong, then I do apologise.
This is for @callistawolf who wanted some new pieces and I thought I’d get the ball rolling, for @hopedreamlovepray who made me fall in love with one-shots and a thank you to @n4r4nch4 who literally cheers me on, even when I feel like I’m undeserving.
I love this fandom!
So I don’t think this will happen in the show but… (If you guys like it, I’ll put it on AO3 later)
It’s what she’d hoped for him, them. Eventually. But in all
honesty; she’d had trouble believing it could happen… till a couple of weeks
ago that is.
Now they were here, on Lian Yu.
Everything that shouldn’t have happened, happened, and everything they didn’t
expect to did as well: the good and the bad.
Black Siren was gone. She truly was the exact opposite of
the Laurel they’d known. She’d disappeared, injured as she was, during Oliver’s
fight with Slade and none of them had the heart – nor the energy – to search
But they would.
Adrian was gone. Dead… but Oliver hadn’t killed him. Thankfully
he’d walked an unexpected path.
closing, listening to the sound of the waves at her feet, Felicity
“Come on Oliver; it’s
simple. Look.” Hand
fisted in Felicity’s hair, he yanked backwards until her
throat was exposed - her body pressed to his front - and held one of his daggers
beneath her throat. “I’ll make it easy for you.” His eyes unblinkingly on Oliver’s,
Adrian stressed each and every word. “If you don’t kill me - if you don’t shoot
an Arrow into my neck - I will kill the woman you’ve been pretending not to
It took an age for a
response to come.
Without a weapon, he’d
stood there – Oliver – as he’d entered the clearing, the place Adrian had
hunted Felicity to until she couldn’t keep running anymore, and hadn’t said a
He’d just looked at
her, seeing her determination, her exhaustion. Her fear.
Her resolve. “Don’t.”
She forced through her clenched teeth. “Not for me.”
He couldn’t now. Not
after everything. Not even for her.
And he knew that, she
could see it. This couldn’t be like the Count. This wouldn’t be him
instinctively obeying the mindset of the man who’d used killing as a defence
mechanism for survival - a mechanism to protect - for over five years.
This… what had to
happen, would be the turning point of his life.
And she was fine with
that. “It’s ok.” She whispered; her voice scratchy from lack of water as she
watched him watch her. “I’ll be fine.”
“No.” Adrian promised
- a smile in his voice - the knife pressing into her neck. “She won’t.”
He was right. He’d
kill her. Just to spite Oliver. If Oliver refused to kill him, Adrian would
kill her as punishment. And the Oliver Queen she’d started to see again for the
first time in 14 months, the Oliver Queen she’d made love to on his birthday - a present full of sex had been due for a while and
was, let’s face it, part and parcel for the course between them - where he’d shown her in an explicit and
detailed physical exploration with his hands - oh those fingers, she’d missed those fingers - his mouth -
the perfect mix of firm and supple softness: pillow mountains - his tongue - this
isn’t helping - and his words-
I’m so sorry I destroyed us.
You made me happy. I haven’t felt that since I took it away.
I didn’t know how to accept that I was worth being loved,
that I could be loved by… by you.
By Felicity Smoak.
I love you. I never stopped. It never went away, never
I missed you.
Oh, I love it when you do that.
You feel good. Familiar. Yet… different too.
But… still good? (she’d
had to ask, to be sure that still wanted her like she wanted him)
No. (And he’d smiled -
of course he had - his nose brushing down hers, his fingers trailing warmth and
desire over the uncovered skin of her cheeks, her throat, her shoulders and
further down…) Better.
Thank you for my birthday…
That Oliver Queen
who’d shone through so brightly, he’d disappear. For good this time. Dig
wouldn’t be able to pull him out of it; there would be no one to show him his
Then he’d kill Adrian.
And after, he’d kill
himself. Next to her. Just to be sure she’d be the first thing he’d see when he
opened his eyes once more.
If she died here.
Yet still… it was
the right choice to make. A choice where there wasn’t really a choice to make.
Oliver knew it, his
eyes told her they did, the soft stance of his body told her they did…
If it had to end, if
this was how it was supposed to go; she didn’t regret a thing. She’d loved…
and had been loved in a way a lot of people can only imagine. She’d found herself
inside him, her everything, her forever and her always…
So she smiled at him;
it a was watery thing but large enough to see, to show the sheer happiness he’d
brought to her, the love she’d felt grow somehow deeper in the two days since
they’d slept together. It told him everything he needed to hear without saying
anything at all.
And everything that he
was, reflected all of that back at her.
How eyes could be so
bright and expressive, she didn’t know but his always could and right now they
were etching his name into her soul, just like he was taking hers into his own.
“Alright.” He muttered
and he didn’t stop looking at her. “Kill her.”
She felt Adrian jolt
behind her but didn’t stop looking at her guy, didn’t stop smiling at him. God,
I love you. “What?”
“Kill her.” Oliver
“And you’ll just live
with that? I don’t think so Oliver.”
“I know you don’t.” Oliver’s
hand shifted, a knife of his own sliding into his fingers from his sleeve. “It doesn’t
matter because the moment you do, the moment you kill her… I’ll kill myself.”
He let out a sigh, his smile falling but his expression was still deeply
serene. Like he was seeing in her everything he wanted and was so content with
the reality of it, that he wouldn’t be sorry if it ended here either. “And
it’ll all be over.”
Still smiling, a tear rolled down her cheek and Oliver watched it fall like he wanted to halt its
progress with a finger.
It wasn’t like they
wanted to die. There was so much they both wanted from each other, with each
other – things they’d spoken of in the quiet after she’d brought him home to
rest inside her. But if it had to end here, if it had to be this way… then
let it be like this.
After all, they always
“That… that’s not
how this works.”
And like she’d prayed
for, Felicity heard the struggle in Adrian’s voice, the need to understand
something his brain was incapable of processing.
For the first time
Oliver looked away from her to him. “That’s the way it is. “And there was this
light in his eyes that made something in her sing as he lifted the blade up to
his own throat, preparing to draw a line across it. “I won’t kill you. You
don’t deserve for me to kill you. And I don’t need to.”
THIS was Oliver Queen.
This was the good she saw, had been seeing since Felicity Smoak? Hi, I’m
“You don’t think it’s
sick, Adrian? That you need me like this?” Throughout it all, Oliver kept his
voice low and steady. “You need me so badly that you want me to kill you? I’m
so important to you…”
His dagger cut into
her skin. “Shut up!”
“Why?” Oliver stared
at him. “Does it hurt?”
“You don’t- you have
no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Is it the truth?”
Oliver whispered. “Confess. You can’t live without me and you can’t kill
without me here.” He raised a hand to the world about them in general. “But I
won’t kill you. So,” Oliver looked back to her, love and hope an Arrow in his
gaze, “what happens next after I’m gone? What will you do?”
Before anyone could have done anything though, Rene - having
followed Oliver but had been unable to keep up with his sprint - had shot
Adrian point blank from the side. He’d died in seconds.
“I made him a promise.”
Was all he’d said.
After a moment’s silence, Oliver had moved prompting her to
do the same, to obey the need inside her. It just so happened his was
the same need as hers.
They’d collided in the middle, his arms tight around her lifting
her high off the ground, hoarse words breathed into her skin - I’m here baby - she’d wrapped herself
around him, holding him close, breathing him in too and promising to never ever
Because then they had to deal with the fallout. With Slade, who
had a personal grudge against the two of them, the day just wouldn’t end, with Black Siren who’d fled the scene,
Boomerang who’d been a giant pain in everyone’s ass… and Evelyn who’d then been
killed in action.
A. Very. Long. Day.
She released a breath, letting the wind make a mess of her
hair and rustle the trees –the lapping of the oceans waves – lull her very
tired body into a peaceful state of rest.
The she felt him behind her…
“I can feel you there,” she murmured, “I couldn’t before.”
And she chose – I don’t care if I’m naive
– to believe it was because of their connection and not their five year war
instilling a new awareness inside her that made this so.
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
She smiled, and if her voice was throaty - a purr really -
well that was his fault. “Oliver, any disturbance by you is a welcome one.”
Not a question.
“I don’t think the others would appreciate my idea of a
disturbance with you.”
Her smile couldn’t get any wider.
His sex voice.
Seriously, every time after sex… this
voice. How do I live with myself, I just
Turning to face him, she chirped. “Hi.”
“Hey.” He moved closer so that the sea was to his left and
the jungle, his right. “You ok?”
She really was. He’d helped her there, earlier.
Probably looking profoundly love struck and foolish, she
bobbed her head at him; wordless at the way the sun hit his face and lit up his
hair. He really is blonde. “You?”
“It’s strange but… I think I am.” It came out in one long
exhale. “For the first time in a really long time I don’t feel so… weighed
Thank you God.
“That’s a good thing Oliver.”
“It is.” And it was a thing with him, how his eyes on her
own - like they could live forever staring into each other’s eyes and it still
wouldn’t be enough for him - always left her without the air to make a sound.
“You helped me get here.”
Uh, no. She shook her head. “Oliver, I-”
“You did. I don’t how you do it,” he shook his head; still
gazing at her, “but you do it anyway. I thought I wasn’t strong enough and you
proved me wrong. I thought I didn’t deserve…” and he paused because whatever
he was feeling looked overwhelming and he needed the moment to centre himself.
“I thought I didn’t deserve you, that
I could never earn you. So I stopped trying.
Stopped trying to not be that person who would never be enough all those months ago, before Rene and Rory and Dinah joined the team.” He
smiled and she felt it everywhere. “You gave me hope. You got me to believe,” he
took a step closer and like a teenager her heart literally skipped a beat, “in
my humanity again. I can never thank you for it.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” she really didn’t want that,
didn’t want him feeling like he owed her that, “you never do. What you did
here, what you’ve been trying to do for months… it’s proof of who you are. A good person; the best person I know.” My person.
But the look on his face – the smile in his voice – made her
“I don’t want to thank you.” He whispered, making her blink,
whiplash. “I want to spend the rest
of my life showing you that you were
Oh wow… “The
rest of your life, huh?” And if her voice wobbled with restrained joy, if hers
glittered just a tad, she really didn’t care.
He took a pause that felt like years before saying, “Can we
“I want to start over with you. From start to finish. I’m
yours. Always have been.” Everything in her was turning into goo. “I want to
marry you Felicity. I want to make a baby with you.”
He meant that. She could see it, the promise.
A little over a year ago, she’d been too scared to consider
the possibility. Though it made her happy, the idea of having Oliver’s child,
it had also terrified her. Being in a chair hadn’t been the problem; it was the
prospect of failing at being a good mother to any child they had that was.
How do you contain endless joy in a moment on a beach
somewhere in the North China seas?
“I want to live with you.” He continued, watching the
changes in her expression with awe and happiness and growing passion. “To fight
monsters in the dark with you. The way it should have been. As my partner.”
He was right: the months between then and now, the distance,
the chill between them… nothing had felt right, as if something had been
perpetually off balance with the world.
But they’d needed it to get here. Sometimes, in order to rise you have to fall first.
Her smile - broken - revealed teeth, her hair stuck to her
neck, her eyes described in detail what her lips couldn’t but could only
whisper, “No more ‘should haves’.”
No more maybes.
His quiet laugh was choked. “No more.” Like he wanted to
touch her, he took another half a step closer (if he moved in further he’d be
practically on top of her and she didn’t mind one bit) “A new beginning… with
“That sounds,” she took a breath because this, this was the
moment; where forever starts and wouldn’t really end, “perfect.”
Their perfect. Dark times were inevitable, trials… but happiness was due too.
The boyish grin – the laugh still present on his lips – made
her want to kiss him. And she would. Soon. But he had something else to say,
she could tell.
And she was right. “Felicity Smoak.” He announced, in that
soft, deeply masculine way of his that shot straight to her centre, married life is going to be awesome.
“Hi.” She frowned when he lifted a hand, barely any room between them for him
to do more than let it grace her stomach. “I’m Oliver Queen.”
She stared up at him… then pressed her lips together in
understanding, feeling so much the rightness of what he was saying.
Lifting her hand to slide into his waiting fingers, her
other tucked her hair behind her ears and affected nerves, shyness. “I know who
you are.” Or at least tried to, but the deeper tone that left her was anything
but and she knew he felt it in his bones when he licked his lips, when his
abdomen jerked against her hand. “You’re Mr Queen.”
His hand tugged her closer, so that her chest touched his.
“Mr Queen was my father. And I don’t think,” how his voice could lower any
further she wasn’t sure, but it could and it did and ooh… “you’d look at him the way you’re looking at me.”
Oh boy. “How am I looking at you?”
“Like you love me.” Leaning in, the depth in his eyes had
her falling into his hold. “Like you want me. Like you’re mine.” He quieted,
his eyes looking at her mouth. “Like I’m yours.”
“That’s quite the description.” Accurate too. “So what’s your policy on kissing a stranger you just
met on an island no one knows exists?” She teased.
“Oh, it’s my first policy.” Was his shameless, super fast
response and a bark of laughter shot out of her, making her eyes close. “But
only with you.”
How could she not kiss him with the utter love and feeling
he gave her with every word he spoke?
“Come here.” Still laughing, her free hand slid up his
throat, to the back of his neck to pull him close-
But he was already right there, smiling against her lips.
(And people, this is
where I be cheesy and play ‘I need my girl’ by the Nationals because the song was made for
Olicity – please listen to it here)
The feel of his scruff against her skin still made her
tingle - she still felt the warmth of him down her sides, her stomach muscles
contracting at the sure way his mouth opened hers - and still made her shiver
in delight as her smile became a physical expression of everything she felt for
him. Seeking, pressing, pushing, chasing his mouth with her own - re-leaning how
he tastes, letting her tongue entwine with his - her hands were around his neck
in seconds, cradling his head with them just the way he liked. Like she needed him
closer and she was letting him know. The way his hands slid over her spine to
press her as close – and as tight to him – as humanly possible. And when his fingers
slipped into her locks to cup her head as he angled his own and- oh… I’ve missed this.
The kind of kiss that made her forget the world existed.
Her hands moved to drag across his scalp, one of them shifting
down under his shirt and pressing into the musculature there, feeling every movement
he made and the sound that left him wasn’t a groan or a growl. It was a sigh,
one that came from deep in his chest…
She nipped as his upper lip, looking into his hooded eyes. “I
“I love you.” A firm kiss was followed by another. “I love
She smiled again, her nose brushing over his, their breaths
“Oh my God, you weren’t kidding.”
It was also the kind of kiss to make her completely forget
they had an audience. Her eyes didn’t open and she figured his didn’t either
but she felt Oliver’s lips press together as he exhaled through his nose.
“I warned you.” John.
He sounded unbelievably satisfied with himself. “But nope, you wanted to see
for yourself. And here it is. The ugly truth.”
She felt Oliver’s chest vibrate and his lips twitch against hers.
“He’s just like Tommy.” He muttered, too quietly to be heard by the others.
René just couldn’t accept it. “They’re like… romance novel
“I think its right.” She heard Dinah say, and she was
officially Felicity’s new favourite person. “They should have done this months
“They should have had sex
months ago.” René corrected and she felt the muscles in Oliver’s arm jump. “That
amount of chemistry in the Foundry wasn’t healthy.”
She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that sprang free
from her, her head arching back as Oliver held her aloft. Okay, they’re all my favourites.
Oliver’s puff of air made her look back to him. “The children are
“…I’m oddly good with this.”
“Are you two beautiful idiots done for the moment?” And
Diggle once more; still sounding utterly superior. She’d let him have it. “It’s
just, there’s a boat with our name on it, a wife the two of you are reminding me
painfully of and a kid I really want to eat shakes with.”
Oliver’s eyes were so content…
She arched a brow. “Done?”
He shook his head. “We’re just getting started.”
Here’s to the rebirth of Olicity (and the horrid 4 week count down)
Hello again! Can i request another Joe Sugg imagine/one shot where the reader is pregnant and she hasn’t told him yet and Zalfie, Caspar and Oli are at the reader and Joe’s house and she bought them all a baby onsie with text
to announce the reader’s pregnancy
These will be a little shorter since it’s the whole group ~
He looks down to his feet, not knowing what to say. You repeat yourself, “Were you with her?”
He shakes his head, “We weren’t together like that. I wouldn’t do that to you Y/N.”
“How can I believe you?”
He looks away with tears in his eyes, “Because I love you.”
You approach him and take his hand, “I love you too, but…”
“I know.” He pulls you in and holds you close. “I’m gonna make it up to you. You mean more to me than she ever will.”
He came home late, hair ruffled and his hoodie missing. Once you had asked he rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Why would you think that?”
You raised an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t I?”
He came in close and put his arms around your waist, “Because no other girl out there can make me feel the way you do.” He looks into your eyes, “I know I haven’t been around lately and I’m sorry for that. The new album is taking forever but you mean more to me. I’ll try and be around more often, okay?”
You nod your head, “But, where is your hoodie?”
He smiles, “Jimin took it because he was cold.”
“So your seeing Jimin behind my back?” You asked and he laughed.
You got back home to see a pair of shoes in the living room, a girls pair of shoes that were not yours. Heartbroken, you made your way to the kitchen and asked him, “Is she here?” When Jhope looked confused you asked, “Were you seeing her? Did she come here while I was gone?”
He put a hand on your shoulder to calm you, “What? Why are you asking this?”
You pointed towards the shoes, “Her shoes are there, I’m not stupid.”
He smiles at you, “They were a present for you, I saw you looking at them in the store the other day.”
You stand still, feeling guilt wash over you. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”
He shakes his head, “I’m sorry that you felt that way, you know I only love you right?”
“Yes of course, I feel like an idiot.”
He hugs you, “I’ll make sure to wrap presents in the future.”
You were about to kiss him when you noticed a hickey on his shoulder, one that you hadn’t put there. “Who gave you that? Was it who I think it was?”
He looked confused then he understood what you meant, “It’s not a hickey, you probably won’t believe this but it’s a bruise.”
“But, how did it happen there?”
He laughed, “I am the most clumsy person in the world you know? We were finished dance practice and as we were leaving I ran outside and hit my shoulder on the door.”
You smiled at him, “You’ll never change.”
He smiled back, “Not at all, now come over here and kiss me.”
“Dance practice ended an hour ago, all the other guys came back…Were you with her?”
He looked heartbroken as he pulled you in close, “No Y/N, I would never even think of doing something like that.” He looked at you with tears in his eyes, “Please don’t think like that, I love you more than anything.”
“Promise.” He kissed you and held you close for a long time, apologizing for making you feel upset.
He walked into the bedroom to see you crying and ran to your side immediately. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“You’re seeing her behind my back, aren’t you?”
“Who?” He thought for a moment, then he pulled you in close, “Y/N, I’m just friends with her. I can stop talking to her if it makes you upset. I hate seeing you cry.”
You shook your head, “It’s okay if you’re friends but there are rumours -”
“The rumours mean nothing, you mean everything.” He kisses your head and cuddles you until you are okay again.
You were watching his Vlive from earlier on and saw someone in the background of his bedroom. You could have sworn it was her. You made your way to his room and showed him, “Were you with her?”
He looked surprised, “My stylist? Yeah, she was putting away our outfits for the show.”
You put the phone down, feeling like an idiot. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I thought…”
He smiles and tugs at your arm so you sit on the bed, “It’s okay, I understand. But I am just friends with that girl anyway.”
You nod, “I just got carried away.”
“You’re so adorable.” He said and leans in to kiss you.