When you tryna do “research” for a Roger/Jamie/Claire fic and you’re assaulted by THIS.
“God, no! I don’t want him to see me like this!”
His momentary silence told me, but I kept stubborn hold of his sleeve, unable to think how else to prevent the unthinkable. I blinked, water sliding over my face like a stream over a rock, and Roger wavered once more into visibility, blurred around the edges.
“He’s…er…he’s seen you,” Roger said gruffly. He looked down, not wanting to meet my eyes. “It. Already. I mean - ” He waved a hand vaguely in the vicinity of his own black locks. “He saw it.”
“He did?” This was nearly as much a shock as the initial discovery. “What - what did he say?”
He took a deep breath and looked back up, like someone fearing to see a Gorgon. Or the anti-Gorgon, I thought bitterly.
“He didn’t say anything,” Roger said quite gently, and put a hand on my arm. “He - he just cried.”
“Oh. Well,” I said, and lifted one hand, heavy as lead. “Do. Get something. Won’t you?”
“Yes, he said. “I will.” Instead of leaving, though, he hesitated, then took several rapid strides back, bent over the bed, and seizing my face between his palms, kissed me on the forehead.
“You’re beautiful,” he said fiercely, and with a final squeeze of my cheeks, left.
Lazy morning, Bucky thinking about the day he met you, he being a dreamy gentleman (Bucky saving you, I’m sure one of the most popular fantasies, but I can’t get enough), ugh basically so much fluff.
A/N: I got
inspired by one of my favorite songs “Can’t Help Falling In Love”, so
you can blame Elvis for this one, I felt like writing something sweet and
romantic, this is the result of listening this song and watching the rain
through the window. First time I do a songfic, I hope you like it, is almost Christmas people! (well not
really but it feels like that to me), a big hug to everyone! :)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Y/N: Your name
express in words how grateful he was for you, that he found you. Bucky never
thought he deserved love, not after all the things he did, but here you were in
you were without a doubt the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, you
didn’t have superpowers, in fact, most of the time it seemed he was the one who
kept you safe even from yourself (being a clumsy person, accidents were normal
in your life). But you had a heart of gold and so much love to give, he never
understood that, and until now is still a mystery, how someone so amazing like
you could exist.
your sleepy voice brought him back from his daze, he didn’t answered, instead
just hug you tightly, holding you close to his chest and kissing the top of
your head, with the rhythm of his heartbeat putting you back to sleep. This is
how he wanted to spend the rest of his days, he was sure of that.
Laura Roslin: (…) I’m going to be slipping away from this life very soon. And I’ve gotten kind of curious as to what that’s going to be like, and so I did some research. And there are some people who say that when people are getting closer to their death, they just don’t care as much about rules and laws and conventional morality. Gaius Baltar: Are you threatening me? Laura Roslin: No, I’m just saying have a quiet life, and I’ll die a quiet little death, and everyone will be happy. It’s just that I’m not in the mood any longer to indulge you. And that’s… all.