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shanachie_quillnevcolleil on March 21st, 2014 07:00 am (local)
Any, any, *One of these things is not like the others; one of these things just doesn't belong...* "Why do you keep humming that song?”
Teen Wolf, Stiles
The pack was used to strange and unusual sayings coming out of Stiles’s mouth. They were even used to him often blurting out things without thinking about it first. So the fact that he was wandering around the loft humming, really wasn’t a surprise to any of them.
At first none of them thought anything of the humming. It was just Stiles. The pack just chalked it up to Stiles being Stiles.
When the humming continued though, the wolves began to listen more closely. Clearly it was a song that had become an ear worm for their young emissary and if they could identify it, maybe they could get it out.
It was Scott who finally recognized the song; long mornings spent watching Sesame Street while his mom studied finally reminding him what the tune was. “Stiles? Why do you keep humming that song?” he asked.
Stiles grinned, pointing at the people scattered around the loft. “Beta. Beta. Hunter. Beta. Beta.”
ivotedforsaxon on March 21st, 2014 01:57 pm (local)
Any, any/any, 4 times they almost kissed and one time they did.
Arrow, Oliver/Felicity
Thanks to weakmoments for her assistance with this fic!
Four times Oliver and Felicity didn’t kiss:
One:
The first time, Felicity thought it was just a fluke. Oliver had taken over her training when Sarah had left again so it wasn’t unusual for the two of them to wind up tussling on the floor. It wasn’t even unusual for Felicity to end up pinned underneath Oliver. He did have the advantage of weight, height, and training on her. What was new was the way he leaned towards her, his face almost up against hers before he rolled quickly away.
“I um.” He popped to his feet. “I think we’re done for today.” Without another word, he stalked from the room.
Felicity sat up, a look of confusion on her face. “I didn’t think I was complaining?” she said.
Two:
Felicity wasn’t known for imbibing much at all. A glass of wine once in a while, but rarely more than that. Being the tech girl for the Arrow made her a little more stressed than just doing IT work for Queen Consolidated though. So she supposed she shouldn’t be that surprised to find herself at Verdant working her way through the cocktail menu.
Thea had stopped by at one point, holding her tray against her hip as she made sure that Oliver wasn’t working Felicity too hard and that was the reason for her drinking. “No,” Felicity assured her, already five cocktails into the menu. “I just needed a night off.”
“All right then,” Thea answered with a smile. “You just let me know if you need something.”
When Felicity looked up again, it was to find a different Queen looking down at her. The expression on his face was blurry, but her mind decided it looked somewhat fond. “Hiiiii, Oliver,” she said. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“Well, I think I technically have part ownership in this club,” he commented as her eyes glazed over. “Never mind.” He reached out and lifted her out of her seat.
“Upsy daisy,” she giggled, latching onto him. “Wow, you’re firm.”
“Okay. I think you’re done.” He glanced around. “Thea?”
Thea waved Oliver off. “It’s taken care of.”
“Thanks, Speedy,” he told her with a smile.
Rather than picking her up and carrying her out to the car, Oliver guided her towards the door. Felicity kept babbling as they moved finally throwing her arms around Oliver as they made it to the car. She leaned towards him as if she intended to press a kiss against his lips, but her eyes drifted closed before she connected.
Three:
“Felicity, could you please stop wiggling?” Oliver asked after the third time she moved and almost stepped on his foot.
“I’m sorry! I’m not used to confined spaces and dark and being trapped.” Felicity would have stomped her foot if she would have been sure she wasn’t going to step on Oliver’s in the process.
“You’re doing fine, Felicity,” he assured her. “We’ll be out soon. Just keep breathing slowly and steadily.”
“Yeah. That’s not helping,” Felicity told him. “Can’t you distract me?”
“How would you like me to distract you? It’s dark in here!”
“Just. Talk to me or something?” she asked.
“You’re fine,” he reiterated. “Nothing can get to you. I’m between you and the door.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Just trust me,” he answered.
Their heads drifted closer, lips almost touching, just as the door popped open. Diggle looked at them questioningly. “I can come back later?”
Four:
Felicity hadn’t expected the invitation to the Queens' new year’s eve bash, but apparently being Oliver’s secretary meant she was invited and expected to attend. So she’d bought a new dress and done her hair and shown up at the appointed time.
For the first hour or two, she’d wandered aimlessly through the mansion, chatting meaninglessly with the people who hailed her. She really wasn’t interested in being there, would much rather be at home curled up with a pint of ice cream and her television remote, but she understood the point of appearances.
As the third hour drew to a close, she realized it was getting close to midnight and snagged a glass of champagne from one of the servers. She really wasn’t interested in drinking it, but realized she’d need something to toast with.
The Queens weren’t gauche enough to put the television on for the ball drop, but they did the countdown with their own ball rigged up in the massive foyer. Somehow Felicity found herself standing next to Oliver as the guests called out, “Five, four, three, two, one. Happy new year!” She turned, intending to wish him a personal happy new year and realized her heels put her almost at eye level with him.
For a minute they stared at each other, Felicity’s eyes flicking down to Oliver’s lips as he ran his tongue across them. “We should um.” He cleared his throat. “We should… Yeah we should.” He spun on his heel and walked away.
“We should what?” Felicity asked.
And the one time they did:
“I think I got it!” Felicity called. She tapped a few more keys. “Yup. Yup I got it.” She wiggled around in her seat. “I am good!”
Oliver came up behind her, leaning over the back of her chair so he could see her screen. “I’ll suit up. Good work, Felicity.”
Felicity kept her eyes on the screen as he moved away from her, trying not to think about the fact that he was grabbing his clothes from the case where they were kept and changing. “Thanks. I was pretty sure I could track them down. And find them. And then you could go and get what you need and finish this and that would be the end. And…”
Oliver leaned over, pressing a finger to her lips. “I knew you could do it.”
She blushed, ducking her head a little. “I just. I wanted to make sure I found it so you could…”
Smiling slightly as he realized she was winding up to a full-fledged babble, he leaned just a little farther down, and pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled back, she blinked at him, clearly stupefied.
“Well, now I know how to shut you up,” he told her with a smile. Ducking back in, he kissed her again. “We’ll have to test that theory later.”
“Um. Okay?”
With another grin, he grabbed his bow and hurried out of the lair.
“Be careful!” she yelled after him.
Any, any, *One of these things is not like the others; one of these things just doesn't belong...* "Why do you keep humming that song?”
Teen Wolf, Stiles
The pack was used to strange and unusual sayings coming out of Stiles’s mouth. They were even used to him often blurting out things without thinking about it first. So the fact that he was wandering around the loft humming, really wasn’t a surprise to any of them.
At first none of them thought anything of the humming. It was just Stiles. The pack just chalked it up to Stiles being Stiles.
When the humming continued though, the wolves began to listen more closely. Clearly it was a song that had become an ear worm for their young emissary and if they could identify it, maybe they could get it out.
It was Scott who finally recognized the song; long mornings spent watching Sesame Street while his mom studied finally reminding him what the tune was. “Stiles? Why do you keep humming that song?” he asked.
Stiles grinned, pointing at the people scattered around the loft. “Beta. Beta. Hunter. Beta. Beta.”
ivotedforsaxon on March 21st, 2014 01:57 pm (local)
Any, any/any, 4 times they almost kissed and one time they did.
Arrow, Oliver/Felicity
Thanks to weakmoments for her assistance with this fic!
Four times Oliver and Felicity didn’t kiss:
One:
The first time, Felicity thought it was just a fluke. Oliver had taken over her training when Sarah had left again so it wasn’t unusual for the two of them to wind up tussling on the floor. It wasn’t even unusual for Felicity to end up pinned underneath Oliver. He did have the advantage of weight, height, and training on her. What was new was the way he leaned towards her, his face almost up against hers before he rolled quickly away.
“I um.” He popped to his feet. “I think we’re done for today.” Without another word, he stalked from the room.
Felicity sat up, a look of confusion on her face. “I didn’t think I was complaining?” she said.
Two:
Felicity wasn’t known for imbibing much at all. A glass of wine once in a while, but rarely more than that. Being the tech girl for the Arrow made her a little more stressed than just doing IT work for Queen Consolidated though. So she supposed she shouldn’t be that surprised to find herself at Verdant working her way through the cocktail menu.
Thea had stopped by at one point, holding her tray against her hip as she made sure that Oliver wasn’t working Felicity too hard and that was the reason for her drinking. “No,” Felicity assured her, already five cocktails into the menu. “I just needed a night off.”
“All right then,” Thea answered with a smile. “You just let me know if you need something.”
When Felicity looked up again, it was to find a different Queen looking down at her. The expression on his face was blurry, but her mind decided it looked somewhat fond. “Hiiiii, Oliver,” she said. “What’re you doin’ here?”
“Well, I think I technically have part ownership in this club,” he commented as her eyes glazed over. “Never mind.” He reached out and lifted her out of her seat.
“Upsy daisy,” she giggled, latching onto him. “Wow, you’re firm.”
“Okay. I think you’re done.” He glanced around. “Thea?”
Thea waved Oliver off. “It’s taken care of.”
“Thanks, Speedy,” he told her with a smile.
Rather than picking her up and carrying her out to the car, Oliver guided her towards the door. Felicity kept babbling as they moved finally throwing her arms around Oliver as they made it to the car. She leaned towards him as if she intended to press a kiss against his lips, but her eyes drifted closed before she connected.
Three:
“Felicity, could you please stop wiggling?” Oliver asked after the third time she moved and almost stepped on his foot.
“I’m sorry! I’m not used to confined spaces and dark and being trapped.” Felicity would have stomped her foot if she would have been sure she wasn’t going to step on Oliver’s in the process.
“You’re doing fine, Felicity,” he assured her. “We’ll be out soon. Just keep breathing slowly and steadily.”
“Yeah. That’s not helping,” Felicity told him. “Can’t you distract me?”
“How would you like me to distract you? It’s dark in here!”
“Just. Talk to me or something?” she asked.
“You’re fine,” he reiterated. “Nothing can get to you. I’m between you and the door.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Just trust me,” he answered.
Their heads drifted closer, lips almost touching, just as the door popped open. Diggle looked at them questioningly. “I can come back later?”
Four:
Felicity hadn’t expected the invitation to the Queens' new year’s eve bash, but apparently being Oliver’s secretary meant she was invited and expected to attend. So she’d bought a new dress and done her hair and shown up at the appointed time.
For the first hour or two, she’d wandered aimlessly through the mansion, chatting meaninglessly with the people who hailed her. She really wasn’t interested in being there, would much rather be at home curled up with a pint of ice cream and her television remote, but she understood the point of appearances.
As the third hour drew to a close, she realized it was getting close to midnight and snagged a glass of champagne from one of the servers. She really wasn’t interested in drinking it, but realized she’d need something to toast with.
The Queens weren’t gauche enough to put the television on for the ball drop, but they did the countdown with their own ball rigged up in the massive foyer. Somehow Felicity found herself standing next to Oliver as the guests called out, “Five, four, three, two, one. Happy new year!” She turned, intending to wish him a personal happy new year and realized her heels put her almost at eye level with him.
For a minute they stared at each other, Felicity’s eyes flicking down to Oliver’s lips as he ran his tongue across them. “We should um.” He cleared his throat. “We should… Yeah we should.” He spun on his heel and walked away.
“We should what?” Felicity asked.
And the one time they did:
“I think I got it!” Felicity called. She tapped a few more keys. “Yup. Yup I got it.” She wiggled around in her seat. “I am good!”
Oliver came up behind her, leaning over the back of her chair so he could see her screen. “I’ll suit up. Good work, Felicity.”
Felicity kept her eyes on the screen as he moved away from her, trying not to think about the fact that he was grabbing his clothes from the case where they were kept and changing. “Thanks. I was pretty sure I could track them down. And find them. And then you could go and get what you need and finish this and that would be the end. And…”
Oliver leaned over, pressing a finger to her lips. “I knew you could do it.”
She blushed, ducking her head a little. “I just. I wanted to make sure I found it so you could…”
Smiling slightly as he realized she was winding up to a full-fledged babble, he leaned just a little farther down, and pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled back, she blinked at him, clearly stupefied.
“Well, now I know how to shut you up,” he told her with a smile. Ducking back in, he kissed her again. “We’ll have to test that theory later.”
“Um. Okay?”
With another grin, he grabbed his bow and hurried out of the lair.
“Be careful!” she yelled after him.
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