mr. trask

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we didn’t need dialogue. we had faces. (movie moodboards)

EAST OF EDEN (1955)

Mr. Trask, it’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world. Don’t ask me - even if you could - how I know that. I just know it. It makes you mean, and violent, and cruel. And that’s the way Cal has always felt, Mr. Trask. All his life! Maybe you didn’t mean it that way - but it’s true. You never gave him your love. You never asked for his. You never asked him for one thing. 

pyro-dru-blog  asked:

Throwing this out in the universe (PROMPT): An offhand comment by Oliver sends Felicity down memory lane.(A one-shot that’s basically a flashback of Felicity’s freshman year at college. More specifically, based on the stalker Lacrosse player).

I wrote this with the idea that this whole incident takes place before that scene where Felicity mentions the “stalker lacrosse player” in Diggle’s car, so that his smile is one of recognition at the story. Hope you guys like it. And please leave a review on here or FF.net or AO3. I’m not sure this turned out quite the way I wanted it to, but I’ve been working on it so long that I just can’t even think about it critically anymore.

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Felicity has to read the name thrice before she really believes it’s him. And even then, she does a Google search just to make sure. Her shoulders slump in resignation when the search confirms what she already knows. This is why she shouldn’t let Oliver set up his own meetings.

She looks over to where he sits behind his desk and sighs heavily before she stands. As always, Diggle holds the door open for her and she smiles her thanks at him as she walks through. Oliver doesn’t look up as she approaches his desk, it’s not until she’s standing directly in front of it that he finally turns from his computer screen.

“Hey,” he says and looks up at her questioningly. “Mr. Trask isn’t here yet right?” he asks and leans to look around her.

“No, not yet,” she says. “He should be here in fifteen minutes. But I’m going to have to leave before then.”

“What? Why? I thought that dentist appointment wasn’t until next week.”

“It isn’t. Wait, you remember that?” she asks, feeling just the tiniest bit of déjà vu considering why she has to leave.

“The meeting, why can’t you be there?” he repeats.

“Oh,” she says. “It’s, um, Daniel Trask. I can’t have him near me.”

“Why is that?” Oliver asks, eyes narrowing.

“Because he kind of used to stalk me,” she replies and she can actually see him tense.

“Felicity,” he prods in that tone that means he won’t stop until he knows everything.

It was her freshman year of college.

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Sunday Six

I’ve never done this before and of course I’ve cheated and done more than 6. But here’s the opening to the college!Felicity fic about the lacrosse player that I am thisclose to finishing. Also, anyone wanna beta this thing once it’s done? I’m not quite sure I’ll need it when i”m finished, but if anyone’s interested, let me know.
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Felicity has to read the name thrice before she really believes it’s him. And even then, she does a Google search just to make sure. Her shoulders slump in resignation when the search confirms what she already knows. This is why she shouldn’t let Oliver set up his own meetings.

She looks over to where he sits behind his desk and sighs heavily before she stands. As always, Diggle holds the door of his office open for her and she smiles her thanks at him as she walks through. Oliver doesn’t look up as she approaches his desk, it’s not until she’s standing directly in front of it that he finally turns from his computer screen.

“Hey,” he says and looks up at her questioningly. “Mr. Trask isn’t here yet right?” he asks and leans to look around her.

“No, not yet,” she says. “He should be here in fifteen minutes. But I’m going to have to leave before then.”

“What? Why? I thought that dentist appointment wasn’t until next week.”

“It isn’t. Wait, you remember that?” she asks, feeling just the tiniest bit of déja vu considering why she has to leave.

“The meeting, why can’t you be there?” he repeats, sounding a little annoyed.

“Oh,” she says. “It’s, um, Daniel Trask. I can’t have him near me.”

“Why is that?” Oliver asks, his voice suddenly sounding a little bit like the Arrow.

“Because he kind of used to stalk me,” she replies and she can actually see him tense.

“Felicity,” he prods in that tone that means he won’t stop until he knows everything.

It was her freshman year of college.