Jungkook is a hockey player, but basically what happened was that it had very
little to do with hockey and very much to do with sex. You’re both college
students and apparently opposites really do attract just like they do in the
Warnings: (18+)use of marijuana,smut (lmao
what’s new), and an accidental mommy kink
Word Count: 8.4k
this spiraled very quickly and turned into a monster long fic. ANYWAy thanks 4
readin. No excuses or regerts…
A/N: okie dokie guys! here’s chap 4! I hope you guys like the angst!! *evil laugh* ENJOY! - Delilah
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
“Your name was Jane and you liked to wear red lipstick.”
You shivered in your sleep, tugging the comforter closer to your body. The heating wasn’t working and the motel owner came by to tell everyone one by one. Bucky, being the paranoid man he was, completely ignored the man at all costs. He had no intentions of this happening, he just…acted on instinct. Which was highly irrational on his part, but he had little to no care about rationality at the moment.
What was he going to do with you? Hydra had ears all over the world, regardless of where the two of you went. And SHIELD would immediately be investigating this as well, meaning you and he would have to go somewhere secluded, which was extremely hard to do this day and age.
Bucky’s eyes landed on your slumbering form once again, taking in your features as you slept. The flashback he had earlier still rung in his ears. Your name was Jane, he knew that now. You used to wear red lipstick all the time and you and he were together. He was still unsure if you knew Steven as well, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
He slowly reached outwards towards you, gently brushing his metal fingers along the flesh of your cheek. You were so fragile, yet you the way you stood up to him earlier showed your bravery that you didn’t know you had. His fingers slowly drifted down your body until they rested on your chest. His eyes landed on your clothed breasts. Cocking his head to the side, he ran his fingers along your clothed chest, watching in awe as small goosebumps began to form on your skin.
His fingers hooked around the material of the top and tugged it down, revealing your breasts. He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy before, but that was mostly on graphs and medical training. This was entirely different. You weren’t a medical graph, you were a person with thoughts and feelings. Someone who he’d known before on a personal level at one time and it was so erotic to him.
His index finger circled around your nipple, gently flicking the nub. You squirmed gently, nuzzling into your pillow with a soft moan. His eyes widened as he watched your nipple harden beneath his finger with awe. You were unlike anything he’d ever seen, a rare piece of a puzzle he’d been trying to solve for decades. And here you were now, extremely close and vulnerable.
You let out another moan, this time it was a bit louder. Bucky’s breaths came out in harsh little huffs as he studied your body intensely. The sounds you were making were so arousing, that he just had to make you do it again, he longed for it.
He found himself leaning forward, bending his head down until his lips brushed against your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth and sucked on the flesh, running his teeth along it.
You groaned, your eyes fluttering open. For a minute, you completely forgot where you were. You expected to be back at home, in the safety of your cozy little apartment with Steve . Your fingers made their way over to the mystery man’s hair, tangling themselves in his long, dark locks. He let out a grunt of pleasure as you tugged on the strands. You sighed peacefully as the pleasure coursed through your body.
That was, until you immediately recognized the voice.
Your eyes widened as you peered down at Bucky. His lips were wrapped around your breast, while his metal arm was softly kneading the other one. You gasped as he sucked harsher, filling your body with another wave of pleasure. This was so, so wrong. You barely knew the man, and you were absolutely sure that he was psychotic, but your body refused to react the way it should. Instead of shoving him off of you, your back arched into his touch and your legs found themselves entangled with his as he pleasured you with those lips of his.
You were practically on your back now, with him hovering over you. It took all of your strength, but you placed your bound hands on his shoulder and shoved him back. Immediately, he jolted back from you.
“Bucky…” you whispered, your brows furrowing with confusion.
Immediately, he scooted as far away from you as possible. His eyes were wide with shame as he avoided your gaze. You watched as he began to stand from the bed.
Right at that moment, you felt your head ache terribly, but this time, it wasn’t from the anemia.
Bucky stood from the bed and walked over to the little dresser in his room. You rolled onto your side and propped yourself up on your elbow as you watched your very naked boyfriend as he softly sung along to the song playing on the radio.
Maybe If I could pray and I try, dear You might come back home, home to me
He placed one of the cigarettes in his mouth and lit it, blowing out a cloud of smoke into the air. You always admired how he could have no clothes on, yet feel completely comfortable with you watching him. You guessed it was the chemistry you both had.
You rested your head against your palm as you continued to admire his physique. He was what all the girls you knew wanted. Literally. Every girl had a thing for Bucky Barnes, including your best friend. You had seen him on countless other dates with girls far more pretty than you, girls that were the complete opposite skin color wise. Not in a million years did you think he would ever look your way.
But that fateful night he came to the ice cream shop you worked at changed everything. He always told you that the moment he laid eyes on you, he felt his entire world stop. That he was prepared to fight a million wars for you, regardless of your color.
I guess I might have done something wrong Honey I’d be glad to admit it Ooh, come on home to me Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah
“How come you never sing to me like that?” you asked, your mouth curling into a smile as he peered over his shoulder at you. He smiled that same dorky little smile and turned around completely.
Bucky slowly crawled towards you, singing the chorus of the song as he did so.
Maybe Whoa, if I could ever hold your little hand Ooh you might understand Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah
You giggled as he hovered above you, continuing to belt out the lyrics dramatically this time. You tried to shush him, as his neighbors were super prejudice and would not hesitate to call the police in a heartbeat.
But being the person he was, Bucky only sung louder.
Please, please, please, please Oh won’t you reconsider babe Now come on, I said come back Won’t you come back to me
You were laughing hysterically now. You pressed your hands against his mouth in order to shut him up, but he licked your palms instead. You let out a shriek and pulled your hands away from him.
“James Buchanan Barnes,” you spoke, staring into his eyes. “You’re such a dork.”
He hummed, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“But I’m your dork, though.”
The next thing you knew, you were on your hands and knees gasping for air.
Your chest felt like it was caving in on itself and your brain felt as though it was melting in your skull. What on earth was that? You blinked rapidly, seeing the images of the flashback before your eyes each time you closed them. You felt Bucky’s hands on your back, rubbing it gently.
“W-What was that?” you asked, feeling your entire body trembling.
Bucky brushed your hair out of your face and stared into your eyes. “You remembered, Y/N,” he whispered.
You stared back at him. He looked exactly the same, but how was this possible?
“M-My name was Jane, right?” you asked, your words trembling as you spoke. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. Bucky reached out to you and cupped your cheek. This time, you leaned into his touch.
Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but instead he was cut off by the motel door flying open.
“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, holding his shield in his hand. “We have to get out of here befor-”
The window shattered as a tiny grenade like object burst through it, landing right beside the bed. You looked back to Bucky, your eyes wide before a giant flash of white light erupted inside the room, blinding you both.
You covered your ears as they ached from the high pitched ringing. You felt yourself being tackled to the ground and rough hands yanking you around on the floor. When you opened your eyes, you saw the familiar blue uniforms of the SHIELD team storming into the room.
You looked around, only to find Bucky gone and the small window in the bathroom shattered open.
“My name is Jane,” you whispered, feeling the tears pool inside your eyes.
where y/n surprises Harry with one of her favourite kinks.
warnings: smut and kink
this is literally my favourite kink after the daddy kink and it drives me insane all the time. So I decided to write a one shot about my kink :) enjoy! xo ML
Harry has been so stressed lately, he had to do a bunch of promo for his debut album and it exhausted him a lot. His performances were always amazing. He was finally getting the recognition he deserves and all the fans were all excited for him. His solo career was going so well. I was so proud of him.
So since, I was so proud of him I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to show him how proud and happy I was. I adored him so much.
I loved our sex life so much, but I wanted to spice it up a bit. He knew how much I loved roleplaying and knew about my favourite kink but we were never able to make my fantasy come true. You see, I loved dressing up. I loved the idea of dressing up as a kitten.
Harry was on our bed reading a book while I was in our closet on my knees looking for the new costume I bought this week. I grabbed the bag that was hidden between my shoeboxes and coats and smiled to myself. I ordered so many different things last week and I was so happy that I could finally wear them. I couldn’t wait for him to see this.
“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…”
"Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.
I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key.
As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home.
Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me.
"Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face.
Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug.
"Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“
I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway.
"I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
"Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“
Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us.
"I told you to bring your coat, love."
"I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm."
Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us.
"This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said.
Tom hummed in agreement.
"Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“
I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter.
Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me.
"I have to tell you something, Y/N…"
"Okay… what is it?"
"I-I love you."
I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence.
"I love you, too, Tom."
Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us.
"Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…"
"Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house.
"Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back.
I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it.
"Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!"
Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars.
"What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips.
"Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush.
"Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh.
“Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…"
Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.
"And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”
Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother.
"Please mum, not now!“
Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder.
"Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek.
The action only made his cheeks turn redder.
"Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room.
"NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway.
"Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“
I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen.
"And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around.
Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible.
Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him.
"Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“
"Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?"
Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed.
I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands.
"I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out.
“You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“
I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID.
"Y/N? Thank god…"
"Oh.. hi, Tom."
"Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down."
I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am.
"Tom, never call me again."
And with that, I hung up.
"Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…”
I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries.
Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it.
I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.
Why was the Void always so monotone— Okay, that question answered itself. Gaster sighed, laying down, and pulling his computer up to his stomach. He closed his eyes for a minute, wondering if he should do something…
Had this happened a year ago, Gaster would not have minded this situation one bit. He had been stuck in the Void for so long… So many years of the same monotone existence had made him used to not doing anything at all. All he had before were his thoughts… Nothing more, nothing less. However, now that he had Sans, Dee, GG, and other friends in his life.. This had become more than just boredom…
He was thinking of something to do to pass the time when he felt something… strange. He opened his eyes and sat up, moving his computer to his legs and trying to identify the strange feeling around him. Was it… a signal? It certainly felt like so. It sounded strange, but the Void had a way of materializing and expanding small things that would go completely unnoticed anywhere else. Signals almost felt like a ringing in the ears, a faint white noise, and a feeling like vibrations traveling through the air…. Then, Gaster looked down.
On his screen there was now static. A distorted image with sound tried to push through, trying to communicate. His eyes widened and he stumbled to find a way to receive it clearly. After a bit… He sort of succeed… Sort of.
But… Was that what he thought it was on screen…? A video transmission… From another timeline?
Well, since your response was so overwhelming, here’s part 2! Many many thanks to @diversemediums for helping me think things through! She and I are both excited to see what happens next. I can’t remember the last time when I had absolutely no idea what was coming on next in a story. Thanks for enjoying part one so much!
Claire didn’t go home with Geillis that night, unsure about what had happened with that strange psychic man.
“Claire please! You have to tell me everything!”
“There’s nothing to tell! He read my tea leaves, read a little from my palms and told me to come back.”
“Then why won’t you come home? Afraid I’ll pester you until you crack?”
Smiling, Claire rolled her eyes.
“Well you’re likely to do that anyway. But no. I’ve got a date with Frank tonight.”
“Oh,” Geillis said flatly. “You’ll be spending the night with him, then?”
“Yes. Unlike you, I prefer my love making to be private.”
Geillis gave her a coy smile.
“I can’t help it if I’m a passionate lover.”
“My only wish is that your ‘passion’ would be a little more quiet. I’m just going to change and then meet up with him for lunch between his classes.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll get the details out of you later.”
As they headed back toward their apartment, Claire realized she hadn’t gotten the number for the place or made an official appointment to return. No matter. She’d just come back when she had time.
Her lunch with Frank was normal, same as always. He talked about his classes, his problem students, how many he thought would pass his exams. She told him about the film she and Geillis had watched the night before. For some odd reason, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him about her strange experience with the mysterious Jamie Fraser.
She made dinner for them both in his apartment, ready and on the table when he arrived. They ate and made plans to go see a new museum exhibit the next week. A life with him would be comfortable, uneventful, and she would want for nothing. He would provide a good home and be a good father.
The palm of her hand tingled where Jamie had touched her and she thought about his words.
As if you’ve a big choice to make. Neither will lead to destruction, but one is clearly the better of the other.
Looking up from her own hand, she saw Frank waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Are you ready for bed?”
“Oh, yes. I’m sorry, I completely zoned out for a moment.”
She followed him back to his bedroom where they made love the same way they always did. It wasn’t bad, but neither was it as amazing as Geillis always made it sound.
When she finally drifted asleep, she had the strangest dreams. The air around her smelled different, everything seemed younger, fresher.
She was walking, barefoot, through the wet grass. It was raining, but that wasn’t surprising for her. She was searching for something. No, for someone. He promised he’d meet her here, that he wouldn’t make her wait a moment longer.
“Christ, ye look like a wee Faerie, running about through the grass like that. Come here to me, Sassenach.”
“You’re late,” she said, turning to the familiar voice.
Turning around, she searched for his eyes, but her gaze couldn’t move from his lips.
“I was here on time, as I promised. But I didna want to interrupt ye.”
“Please, it’s been long enough!”
Large hands moved over her body in a way that only a lover would do. She felt him untie the laces at the back of her gown.
“It’s been two whole days, a nighean. Surely ye canna be that desperate.”
Her fingers found the sturdy folds of his kilt and began to tug them up. Finally, her gown loostened and she wriggled out of it, standing before him in only her thin shift.
“Closer to three, and yes I can. You’ve rather a voracious appetite, my lad, and I’ve gotten used to it.”
“It’s that good then, is it?”
“You know it is, you Scottish bastard.”
He had several days of stubble on his chin as he bent and kissed her. But oh! How she’d missed this mouth! Rough hands ran over her back and down to her buttocks, where he squeezed and let out a sigh.
“Roundest arse I’ve ever had the pleasure to see. And fondle.”
“I’m really not concerned with the fondling of my arse at the moment, good sir.”
“Fair point, my lady.”
While he worked on the ties of his shirt, she pulled his belt free and shook his kilt out on the ground. While this wouldn’t be the first time they’d made love out of doors, she wasn’t fond of the debris that got stuck on her everywhere.
God the smell of him, the feel of his toned body beneath her hands, the taste of his tongue probing inside her mouth. It was all too much. She shrugged out of her shift and lay down on his kilt, watching as he admired her naked body.
“Have I told ye lately, mo chridhe,” he whispered, speckling her skin with kisses as he made his way up to her lips. “How much I love ye?”
“Not in the last hour, no.”
“I love you,” he kissed beneath her left breast. “I love you.” A kiss beneath her right. “I love you.” A kiss right between them.
Taking fistfuls of his bright red hair in both her hands, she pulled his mouth up to her own.
“Come show me how much, my beloved husband.”
Then two blue eyes locked with her own. Eyes she’d seen before. The color seemed to be shifting through every shade of blue in existence.
“MINE,” growled his voice, thick with lust. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”
“Yes!” she screamed back at him, digging her fingers into whatever flesh she could find.
Her body was trembling beneath him, though not from cold. Both of her legs struggled to lock around him, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. God she didn’t want this to ever end.
“Look at me, Claire!”
Forcing her eyes open, she met his gaze.
“Promise me. Promise me that we’ll always find each other. In this life and the next.”
“I swear it. I’m yours, forever and always Jamie. I love you.”
Claire shot up in bed, panting and sweating. Her body shook in a way it had never done before. Her breasts ached and there was a heavy dampness between her legs that hadn’t been there before.
Trying not to wake Frank, she got up and went to splash water on her face. Staring at herself in the mirror, she ran hands through her hair.
“What the hell was that, Beauchamp?”
Jamie tossed and turned, restless. In all his reading through his journals, he’d gleaned no further information on Miss Beauchamp.
Then all at once, he knew he’d fallen asleep. This wasn’t a normal dream, but the first vision he’d had in years.
He watched her wander through the field, stalking her as a wolf did a rabbit. But he would have her in his arms soon enough.
And then he had her, in his arms, smelling like the wet earth and that heady scent of her arousal. He couldn’t undress her fast enough, couldn’t feel her bare skin soon enough. Nearly three days, sleeping alone. Far, far too long.
Then he was above her, staring down into those inhumanly golden eyes, her breasts rubbing slightly against his chest as she panted.
“I love you,” he whispered against the skin of her chest.
“Come show me how much, beloved husband.”
Husband. They’d been married a month ago in secret. No one knew they had. He’d given her a silver ring and the key to his estate, along with his heart and virginity. But she kept them hidden.
He’d felt the ring sewen into one of her pockets, always with her. He had no idea what she’d done with the key. It didn’t matter. They belonged to each other and no one else. Soon enough, he’d get her with child and no one could separate them.
White hot pain pricked over his body where she clawed and drew blood.
“MINE,” he growled into her ear, resisting the urge to bite ite. “You are mine alone! Mine forever! I’ll no’ give ye up to another! No’ now, no’ ever!”
Hearing her say that, while her hips lifted to meet his, gave him a primal pleasure he didn’t understand. Her body jerked as he felt himself prepare for release. His howl started low and guttural, growing in volume until-
Throwing the sheets off, he swung his legs over one side of his bed and put his hands on his knees. It took him several minutes to catch his breath and keep his hands from shaking. Christ he’d forgotten how intensely real these visions could be.
Visions of things he’d never experienced were the worst. Having never lain with a woman, he could only assume it would feel like that.
“Holy God,” he muttered to himself, running a hand over his head. “What just happened, Fraser? Get yourself together, man.”
Missing his longer hair, he took another breath and reached for the empty dream journal he kept beside his bed. For now he would jot down the notes and quick sketches quickly. Later, after he’d had time to study the vision, he’d write it down properly in the big book, sketch things out and take his time about it.
Wondering when he would see Miss Beauchamp again, he decided to take a shower and not dwell on his vision; or how he could still taste her in his mouth, or feel her breasts beneath his hands. Christ he could still feel her nipples between his teeth, feel her trembling, smell the intensity of her want for him. Perhaps it would be a cold shower.
(To be honest, anon, I don’t even know where to start. But how about something in 5x15?)
The phone rang.
Every single ring felt endless, too loud and harsh, before
cutting off abruptly, disappearing into a black hole of silence, only to start
all over again.
When Susan’s voicemail clicked on, he closed his eyes and
cut the call off, his chest tightening.
Despite himself, he’d hoped - wished - that she’d pick up, that the first words out of her mouth
would be, “Are you okay?” or even a
quiet, “Hey,” in her husky voice. He
didn’t expect her to happy with him, to magically forget what had happened, but
at least she’d be answering, because she knew he was in the hospital.
Because she’d know he needed someone.
He scrolled through his phone, going through the several
unanswered calls he’d sent her way, all the text messages that went without
response. She was upset and she had every right to be, but he wished she could
see that he was trying. He was doing
everything in his power to make this right, but no matter what he did, no
matter what he tried, it wasn’t good enough.
It would be, though, if he could get things back to the way
they had been before.
She didn’t call him. She didn’t text.
All he had was silence.
Oliver palmed the phone, turning to face the television. He
had no desire to hear what was being said about what had happened. But he also
couldn’t leave, not if he wanted to do things the right way, the proper way,
the way the Mayor of Starling City should do things. As stupid as it was, it
felt like his entire political career hinged on him following doctor’s orders
He slowly made his way to the window. It was dark out, but
the city was still very alive, lights of varying color and size filling the
landscape. His blurry reflection was the only evidence that anyone was in the
room; it was disjointed and off, though, only pieces glimpsing through the half-opened
The minutes slowly ticked by… and for a split second, he let
his mind wander.
He let himself hear the click of heels in the hallway. He
thought about the way they’d abruptly stop at the doorway, the soft brush of
her hand on the doorjamb as she paused, taking a second to drink him in, to see
that he was okay, to know that all the horrible things she’d been imagining the
entire time weren’t real, hadn’t happened. He’d turn, meeting her eyes, a small
smile on his face as he started towards her. She’d meet him halfway, a thousand
things already falling from her beautiful lips - chastisements, mostly - until
they reached each other, until she wrapped him up in her arms, pressing her face
into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He’d do the same, knowing they
played with life and death every single day, but that no matter what was
happening, just having her in his arms made everything better. He’d hold her
tight, sliding one hand up to the back of her neck, her name slipping past his
Oliver started, inhaling sharply, his eyes refocusing on the
It wasn’t Susan he saw.
It was Felicity.
“Damn it,” he whispered, closing his eyes. He pinched the bridge
of his nose, squeezing until the pain was too much. He shoved it down, not even
bothering to examine where his brain had just gone.
It was just reflexive.
A muscle memory.
Oliver swallowed past the lump in his throat, forcing
himself to take a breath, and then another one. He turned back to the room,
making his way to the bed, ready to turn on the TV after all…
But when he sat down on the edge of the thin mattress, he
didn’t grab the remote.
No, he thought about the past. He thought about how things
might’ve been. He thought about what could’ve happened. He thought about what
Oliver thumbed his phone on, flipping through the screens
until he found her name.
up at him.
He knew if he called her, she’d come. If he asked her, she’d
be there. She always had been, since the first day they met, and she always
would be… like he would be for her, if she asked. A sudden burning deep in his
chest had him clenching his jaw, a reminder of how much he wished she would just
ask, give him another chance, let him show her he would be there for her. God,
there was so much he would do for her if she asked him to… but she didn’t. She
didn’t ask him anything.
Because they weren’t like that anymore.
That didn’t stop him from staring at her name until his
screen went dark, or from closing his eyes and letting himself indulge in the
sight of her coming to the doorway, a flurry of beauty and color, her blue eyes
finding his before she laid into him about the bad juju that was his riding in
He let himself have it, for one minute.
And then he sat up and pushed it all down. He put it back in
its neat little box, stowed it away, and turned the TV on, forcing himself back
(I was talking to @effie214 last night about her tag fics, and then this popped into my head.)
all the time my head buzzed with the impossibility of girls: girls who found exactly the right shade of rose shirt to wear with my skirt, who were impossibly talented in fashion; girls who braided my hair and kissed my cheeks while talking about their favorite mountains; girls who gently guided me through going to the gym and who would get ice cream with me in the sweaty aftermath; girls who looked dangerous but were always ready to watch a show and drink wine with me, who scratched the faces of boys who dared demand too much of me; girls who were quiet and gave me their highlighted notes in fonts i couldn’t dream of, who stood up to other girls when they stepped out of line. girls who protected me, girls i protected, girls who came to me for advice on being woman if the body feels wrong and who gave me advice on how not to quit life despite the fact i felt like a constantly ringing last song.
all the time they were perfect, impeccably so, from the round laughing cheeks to the photogenic queens to the sundae messes to the freckles to the core of them. girls flooded every nerve ending with the ability to somehow exist so wondrously that you were sure you were in a dream.
Disclaimer: I did not have time to do research on how divorce proceedings in Scotland in 1958/1959 would have unfolded so this is almost certainly in no way historically accurate. I also don’t care that it’s not.
Based on this prompt: “You can touch me but I know you won’t.” @moxxetti
I looked around the arena wondering how I had gotten
suckered into coming. It was filling up fast. Lila had called at the last
minute, her cousin had bailed on her and she had no one to go with. She had
begged. She knew a few of the wrestlers and had scored ringside seats but the
only problem was that I knew nothing about wrestling or the WWE, nor did I care
to. Yet here I was, sitting in probably the best seats in the house about to
watch something I had zero interest in. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily.
“Stop being so dramatic,” Lila elbowed me in the ribs.
“You’re gonna love it.”
“Yeah,” my eyes narrowed, “we’ll see.” I picked up my beer
and took a long sip, hoping there was enough alcohol in this place to get me
through the next three hours.
“It’s a house show, they’re always so much better than the
live tapings – no script, no PG rating to worry about. Just a bunch of people
out there having fun and entertaining us.”
Lila shouted over to me as a blast of music and pyro went off.
“What the fuck is a ‘house show’?” I shouted back.
I know something horrible is going to happen to Slave Knight Gael on his journey, but I didn’t expect THIS! He’s all uh… What the hell happened to him!? I know he ate the thing. Was he buff before he ate the thing or did eating the thing made him buff? Ugh, he’s being torn apart from the inside while trying to pummel the Ashen One to the ends of the world. Quite literally in fact, the age of fire is waning and time is collapsing. The series is coming to an end with a final face off with what’s left of the Dark Soul itself. And I love every painful moment of it! The Boss fight was SPECTACULAR!
By the way, the DLC’s story is a bit mind boggling. It had me thinking for days. All I can theorize is, the Ringed City was
somehow protected from the passing of time hence, the presence of pygmies a.k.a. early man. The Old Lords wanted to hide the Dark Soul from everyone, and made sure none of them tried to rebel. They gave the owners of the dark soul, the Pygmy Lords, a dummy kingdom to rule over, and made them feel like they’re in charge, I think. How desperate were the Old Lords to use a Dragon of all things to protect the sleeping Goddess that shields it from the collapse of time? The Ringed city felt like a fool proof plan, but it’s not immune to the Abyss that exudes from within.