ok buuuuuuut merle being the guy the rest of the ipre crew calls when theres a bug on the ship
and i mean ANY bug
tiny ladybug? gently dropped outside
giant centipede? picked up with salad tongs as lightly as possible and put in a holding container
some obscene form of flying spider thats as big as a dinner plate that made barry and magnus cry? does the glass and paper trick with a giant tupperware bowl and a piece of cardboard and gently scoots it out of the ship while trying to talk to it to make /it/ less afraid
Summary: The party people wants you and Pietro together because everyone but you two knew each other’s feelings.
Warnings: Heated kissing?
A/N: Feedback is love.
Alcohol and food always meant trouble at the
Stark Tower, especially on Fridays when everyone had had enough of an
extenuating week of researching and short missions. The team wanted to have a
party; one like the old times. One in which someone ended up naked or going at
it with another team member.
Tony and Natasha had it all set up; they had
prepared everything from Monday that week until they realized what was missing.
They weren’t the kind of people who put much thought into their feelings, and
they didn’t like when others pondered too long about the dos and don’ts
regarding other people. (Y/N) was one of those.
In endless conversations, she had spoken to
both of them about what she felt for the speedster, Pietro Maximoff and how
confused she was because she wasn’t sure if his behavior towards her was a sign
of what he felt.
And Pietro was another boring conversation they
hated to have, although it wasn’t very often that the Sokovian decided to open
up his heart with other person than his sister, who was troubled enough to feel
something for a “man” who was not really aware of what feelings were, but she
went along with it, unlike her brother.
Night time had arrived, and the Avengers had a
few drinks on them; they were all relaxed thanks to the countless beers and
shots available. Natasha broke the laughter with a few simple words.
“Shall we play a game?” The redhead smiled
wickedly. The team cheered up, but little did they know what her idea was. “I
was thinking that maybe we could play 7 minutes in heaven?”
“How old are you, Romanoff?” Clint teased. She
glared at him.
“I say we could use the fun.” Tony backed Nat. “Besides,
everyone loves a hook up.”
The discussion didn’t last long, and while
Natasha and Tony went to set up the papers, Wanda came closer to both of them.
She helped them quietly until she saw what they were up to. There were lots of
papers with Pietro’s and (Y/N)’s name and it didn’t take long for her to
realize their true intentions.
“You know;” she said as she folded the papers; “if
you want to set my brother and (Y/N) up, you could’ve asked instead of killing
so many trees.” Her voice was calmed, but it still had a taint of a silly
giggle in it. She smiled at them as her eyes turned red and the threads of energy
moved the papers to the hats.
“So them being together doesn’t bother you?” Natasha
asked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. “I mean, your face isn’t very cheerful
when they’re together. No offense, but it looks like you truly hate them.”
“Not taken,” the brunette woman giggled, “but
it’s the problem with my face, Pietro says the same thing. Anyway—“she shook
her head—“do you want the help or not?” The older avengers nodded, and now the
three were onto something.
The first ones to go were Steve and Natasha,
and by the flush on her cheeks, she surely received something good. Steve
licked his lips lusciously and sat as if nothing ever happened. Then, it was
Pietro’s turn to draw a paper. Wanda tricked the hat and when Pietro unfolded
the cutout, it was (Y/N)’s name on it. Tony, Natasha and the witch shared a
meaningful look and tried not to laugh at the terrible coincidence.
(Y/N) took Pietro’s hand and seductively looked
at him; he bit his bottom lip and followed her to the closet. She turned on the
lights inside it and sat on the ottoman that Tony kept. They stayed in silence,
stealing looks from one another and turning their heads away when their eyes
met. (Y/N) groaned and threw her head back onto the wall.
“Do we use this time to make out or we’re gonna
keep quiet?” Pietro teased from the other side of the closet.
“I don’t know,” (Y/N) shrugged, “but now that
you mention it… can we have a little talk?” He nodded a silent reply. “Do you
like me? I mean, are you trying to flirt with me because you like me or because
you wanna fuck me?”
“Both.” He snickered. “Haven’t I been explicit?”
“Not really.” (Y/N) shook her head. “And it’s
been awfully confusing, Piet.” She sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna be another one
of your hook ups, I believe I deserve more than that.”
Pietro whooshed to (Y/N)’s position and placed
his hands on both sides of her body. She tensed immediately when the speedster’s
lips were too close to hers. Inside her chest, her heart beat like crazy and
she couldn’t stop looking up to those bright blue eyes that were almost
intimidating. His hot breath brushed her face and in a split second, his mouth
molded with hers in a perfect kiss.
(Y/N) cupped his face in her hands and Pietro
quickly, and effortlessly, picked her up and he sat on the ottoman instead. She
straddled his lap and gently rocked her hips to get more friction. Pietro’s
lips parted from (Y/N)’s and he kissed down her jawline and stopped on her
pulse point to suck a bruise.
Her heart was beating so fast that Pietro could feel
its rhythm under his lips. She moaned softly when his teeth sunk on her skin
and his strong hands played with the hem of her top, but before they could get
any more excited, the doors were flew open with several heads peering inside.
The two were cut off by a group of nosy avengers, whose faces showed how happy
“Those weren’t 7 minutes.” (Y/N) shook her head
“Printsessa,” Pietro whispered to her hear
softly, “I believe we spent two or threw just looking at each other and
talking.” Then, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek and helped her up again.
They left the closet holding hands while the
most eager ones, Natasha, Tony and Wanda, cheered up on them and their new
Weeeeelll I got bored of drawing the same blank/neutral expression and started experimenting with drawing them with varying levels of intensity, generally using my own dumb cartoony versions of myself lmfao.
There was a new girl in town, Y/N as I had learned to know. She owned a nightclub close to mine and it got popular, almost too popular. I feared that it would overpower my nightclub which I wouldn’t like at all. How could this new girl reach such success? It wasn’t fair.
I wasn’t fair.
After watching her business from the side for a couple weeks, I was sure I could go and put a bullet through her skull. It was Saturday and I knew she was at her club. I loaded my gun and left, deciding to pay her a visit. Little did she know it would end with blood.
The guards were too scared to keep me outside. I walked in that easily that it made me laugh. As I got inside, I saw the reason for all the big talk. I had to admit that the club looked good. It had a lot of space, good lights, not those flashy lights that reminded you of a kid’s party. The music was loud and it seemed like people had a good time.
I growled and walked to the nearest worker. It was a female bartender. ‘’Why don’t you show me the way to your pretty little boss, hm?’’ I smiled and showed the girl my gun. Her eyes widened and she seemed like her soul left her body. ‘’Y-Yes sir’’ She muttered and hurried to lead the way. What a pathetic fool.
She led me upstairs and behind a door. ‘’S-she’s in t-there’’ The bartender stuttered and tried to hide the fact that her entire body was trembling. She was too weak to be killed. It wouldn’t be any fun. Scaring her was more fun. ‘’Run’’ I whispered and she listened, disappearing from my view in seconds.
I opened the door and walked in the office.The first thing I noticed was the black floor and the white furniture. The room had dim lights coming from outside. Y/N sat on her desk with a gun in her hand. Two men were tied to a chair in front of her and they looked terrified. Y/N’s head tilted to look directly at me.Her pink lips turned into a playful smile and I saw a twinkle in her E/C eyes. Her H/C hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a black dress and diamond jewelry.
It was almost a shame that I had come to kill her.
‘‘Well well well if it isn’t the Joker’‘ She purred, jumping onto her feet and walking to her two whimpering victims. Their mouths were stuffed with paper. Clever trick. ‘‘I didn’t think of you to be such a..bad girl’‘ I admitted while walking closer. Y/N circled one guy and then almost sat in his lap. She had a gun in her hand and I had put mine back into my jacket. I had to be careful.
‘‘Well I didn’t expect you to walk through my door tonight’‘ She giggled, running the tip of the gun along the man’s jawline. I had to admit I liked her style. ‘‘What do you want Mr.J? My secrets?’‘ Y/N sighed and then loaded her gun. The click made both men flinch. I could tell that she enjoyed seeing them like this, vulnerable with their lives in her hands.
‘‘Actually, I wanted to talk business with you’‘ I let her know. Y/N laughed and hit the man’s head with the gun. ‘‘You’re funny. No wonder they call you the Joker’‘ She smiled sweetly while standing up again. She looked at me so innocently with such a angelic smile. Yet she was capable of taking people down.
‘’I don’t do business unless I want to. You gotta ask a lady, don’t just barge in like that’‘ She let me know seriously, walking up to me. She even traced her long, sharp red nails down my chest, reminding me a little bit of Catwoman. ‘’Well, may I do some business with you then?’’ I smiled, feeling like a genius because I thought she had no clue.
Y/N pointed her gun towards one of the guys and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced his skull and his head fell back. Blood splattered on the shiny floor but something told me that she didn’t care. ‘‘That happens to people who play with me’‘ Y/N whispered and then slowly pointed at me with her gun. I didn’t see that coming but I wasn’t scared.
‘‘Oh no, what are you going to do, missy?’‘ I laughed cruelly, secretly enjoying this moment. Maybe I wouldn’t have to kill such a gem? ‘‘You were going to kill me, weren’t you?’‘ Y/N raised her eyebrow. It surprised me. ‘‘Clever girl, aren’t ya?’‘ I purred and then leaned closer to her.
‘‘But my plans changed. It would be such a waste to kill you’‘ I fake-pouted, making her growl at me. ‘‘Give me your gun and we’ll talk’‘ She demanded roughly. ‘‘Ooh, demanding. I like that’‘ I declared while grabbing my gun. Then I handed it to her. Y/N grabbed it, smiling because it was loaded. ‘‘I must admit you’re a weirdo, Mr.J’‘ Y/N thought out loud while turning around, not holding me at gunpoint no more.
I rolled my eyes as I followed her. ‘’A weirdo? Says the girl who held me at gunpoint. Or should I say crazy?’’ I asked while taking a seat between the two men, one of them being dead of course. Y/N sat down on top of her desk again, her right leg above the other. Her figure and being was elegant, like a diamond. I liked her more than I originally thought I would.
‘‘Shush it Joker. We’re both a bit on the looney side but we ain’t gonna let that stop us from having fun’‘ She said with a big smile, flashing her pearly white teeth. ‘‘So what do you say, we make a deal. We could help each other’‘ I suggested and sat comfortably. Y/N thought for a second and then she shrugged.
‘‘Fine. So we’re going to work together? Then one day when you realise I’m no good anymore you’ll shoot me?’‘ Y/N thought far ahead of the future. It made me laugh a bit. ‘‘I can’t promise anything’‘ I warned her, making her smile viciously again. Suddenly she reached out her hand for me. ‘‘I would be delighted to be on your side, Mr.J’‘ Y/N told me happily. I grabbed her hand and shook it. ‘‘Oh and please, just call me J’‘
I expected to walk out these doors with a dead Y/N on the floor, but I didn’t. I walked out these doors with a deal of a lifetime..and a little more.
Maybe something about Clint being flexible (circus training?) and Bucky appreciating it immensely. || Thank you for all the amazing stories you've written, love your writing.
Bucky watched as Clint scaled the side of the building, ignoring the rusted and precarious fire escape in favour of fingertip holds on windowsills, impossible footholds, improbable stretches.
“Guy’s flexible,” he said, off-hand, to Natasha.
“You’re having a thought,” she said, amused. “A lot of people have that thought. Then they get to know him.”
“Huh,” Bucky said.
Then he got to know him.
Late night commiserating over nightmares with ice cream and crappy TV. Post-mission banter and paper airplane wars. Trick shot battles at the range - which Clint always won, of course, ‘cos Hydra didn’t exactly value the ability to shoot while upside down.
Bucky started to value time spent with Clint over any other activity. Started to value Clint’s smiles over any other sight. Three months in he leaned against a wall next to Natasha, thoughtful silence between them.
“You’re still having a thought,” she said.
Bucky stayed silent.
“If you hurt him,” she said, and he almost half-smiled, ‘cos he’d given the few dates Steve’d ever managed that talk, too. “I’ll wait for him to be done with you,” she said, “and then kill you.”
“He won’t kill me?” Bucky asked, amused.
“He likes you,” Natasha told him. Bucky looked at her sidelong, put a little offended into his tone.
“You don’t like me?”
“I don’t love you,” she said, and he blinked, blinked again.
“His balance is exceptional,” she said, “but he falls fast and hard. Don’t get into this if you’re not ready for that.” She pushed away from the wall, continuing without looking around him, at the mess of confusion that currently showed on his face. “Don’t hurt him.”
“I don’t wanna hurt him,” he said, soft, low, more revealing than he meant it.
“That’s not even nearly the same thing,” she said.
If you can’t find jack on your school’s databases use Google Scholar.
Having to read novels for class? Every time you see a name in the book, write it on one of the blank pages at the front of the book. Then write a description beside it. This is good at keeping up with the characters. (Seems obvious but not many students take the time to do this. When a paper or exam comes around, knowing what character is what and who they are is important.)
Also be sure to remember the name of the author and setting of the story. (Lots of people over look this and these can be trick questions on an exam.)
Use a pencil if taking notes in a book. If you wish to resell it later you can go back and erase the marks.
Writing a paper? Use three documents.
1 for your source quotes, 1 for your outline, and 1 for your paper.
When going through a source, type out all of the quotes from it that may seem useful in your paper. Cite the source and add the quotes underneath.(Source doc)
Then make a doc just for your outline. (Outline doc). Highlight each point you’ll make in your outline in separate colors.
Go back to your source quote doc and highlight each quote that pertains to the point you’ll make in your paper (matching the colors from your outline).
So when it comes time to writing your paper at the last minute this will get you started. Everything is ready and organized for you. Seems over achieving, but it never failed me.
(Message me if you need further help.)
Don’t use contractions in a paper!! Ex. use ‘cannot’ instead of ‘can’t’. It is more professional and will make your professor happy.
Don’t you dare buy your books from your college bookstore. They are super overpriced. Amazon and eBay are your best friends.
Get a planner. Right when you get the syalbus for a class, write each assignment a day or two before it’s due in your planner (not the day its due). This will give you sorta a warning that something is due soon and keep you from procrastinating.
Don’t freaking slack off. You or your family is paying for this so learn as much as you can. You’ll regret it after you graduate if don’t pay attention. College is a gift that not all people can have. So experience it and not rush through it.
If you need help, don’t try to figure it out yourself. That’s what the professors are for. It’s their job to teach you. Ask many questions. Too nervous to talk? Emailing them is the way to go. If they slack on emails then visit their office. They won’t think you’re dumb for getting confused or behind, as long as you show up to class and turn in your work you’ll be on their good side.
Don’t skip class! It is almost impossible to catch up. Plus this upsets professors greatly and you may need them further on in your life. Plenty of professors have actually helped me get jobs after I graduated and are now my references I use on my resumes. Being good friends with the teachers is great. If you miss an exam or assignment they may curve their rules and let you take them and instead of receiving a 0.
My new try on James Vega. Was using only three colors (red ochre, Berlin blue, dark green) as a challenge. Not fully satisfyed: new paper played a trick with me, that’s why I’ve planted unnecessary contrast at the nose bridge and at the cheek.
Notes: This started out light and funny and ended up kind of deep in feels. But what’s new, right?I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think!
This was not how Felicity had intended on her Friday night ending. She had planned to get home early, take a bubble bath, read a book with a glass of wine and then maybe actually get more than 5 hours of sleep for once. And up until 30 minutes ago, things had been going exactly to plan. She had not however, planned for this… intruder. Okay, so intruder was maybe too strong a word. It was a spider. Just a spider. But it was in her bedand it was looking at her. Or maybe that was just the wine talking. Either way, there was still a spider in her bed, looking at her or otherwise. It made her shudder to think about how close she’d been to not even noticing it, to actually climbing into bed and falling asleep next to it.
She’d lived alone for a lot of her life and she knew she should be used to this kind of thing. But this spider was huge. And did she mention that it was in her bed? Spiders in the shower she could deal with. Spiders in the sink she could deal with. Spiders on the floor she could also deal with. But spiders in her bed? Nope. No way. Totally not dealing with it.
She’d faced off with the spider for at least 30 minutes trying to assess the best way to deal with the situation (yes, it was officially a situation) that didn’t include sleeping on the couch or you know, moving out. But it didn’t matter how many times she reminded herself that she was a strong independent women who had literally faced up to Ra’s Al Ghul and Damien Dahrk, she could absolutely not get this spider out of her bed. And even if she did manage to get it out of her bed, could she really sleep in it afterwards? What if all its little spider friends decided to check out the scene whilst she was asleep? What if she woke up and there was one, or ten, on her face?
Nope, absolutely not dealing with this.
She was close to tears and/or packing a bag and booking into a hotel for the night when she remembered that she didn’t technically have to deal with this on her own anymore. This or any other situation that she didn’t really want to be in on her own. Because she and Oliver were - how had he put it? “Hypothetically dating” again. Which meant that she could call him and ask him to deal with this.
Deep down she was well aware that even if things between them hadn’t changed, she could have still called Oliver at anytime for anything and he would have come over straight away. But she hadn’t. She couldn’t let herself. Because letting him in once would have just made her brain and body forget why she was keeping her distance in the first place.
But she didn’t have to worry about that anymore. Because things between them were finally in a good place again. They were taking things slowly, but that was okay; it’s what they both wanted. Felicity wasn’t sure that calling Oliver over to her apartment at 2 in the morning fell into the category of taking things slowly, but what other option did she have? Besides, he was just coming over to deal with the spider situation and that was all.
She took out her phone and composed a text, praying that he hadn’t gone to bed yet.
Hey, are you up? There’s an… intruder in my apartment and I need you to help me get it out. The 8 legged kind.
Barely 5 seconds later, her phone rang.
“Felicity?! Are you okay?!”
“Oh my gosh, Oliver, I’m fine! Can’t you understand a little humour in a text message?”
“What? Are you hurt? I read that there was an intruder in your apartment and I called you straight away. Where are you? Have you-”
“I’m fine. Didn’t you read the rest of the text?”
“Felicity. Would you have taken time to finish reading a text message if someone you cared about had told you they were in danger?”
He had a point. She probably wouldn’t. She would have just freaked out, which was exactly what he had done.
“You’re right. I’m sorry I made you panic. But honestly, I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine but physically I am and there isn’t really an intruder in my apartment. There’s just - this is going to sound really lame, okay? So I need you to promise not to laugh at me?”
“I’ll promise not to laugh at you when my heart rate has returned to normal,” Oliver replied, but she could hear him smiling.
“Okay, so you know how I hate bugs and stuff?”
“Well there’s one in my bed right now. With 8 legs. And we just spent the last half an hour staring at each other to see who would be the first to back down and since I’m here calling you right now, I lost. And like I said, I know this is lame and I’m a strong independent woman but it’s 2am and I’ve had a few glasses of wine and I just really am not capable of dealing with this right now so what I’m calling for is to ask you if you could come over and help me get rid of it, please? And then help me change my sheets and vacuum every corner of my bedroom just in case any of its little spider friends are lurking nearby? I know it’s super late but-
“I’ll be over in 5 minutes.”
True to to his word, 5 minutes later, Oliver knocked on her door.
“Hey, I’m so sorry for calling you over just to deal with this. My feminist ego feels severely bruised right now so please don’t make this any worse for me. And by that I mean please don’t tell anyone about this. Especially Thea. Or Dinah. I literally couldn’t take the judgement from the two strongest women I know,” she babbled, letting him into the apartment.
Oliver laughed and dropped his jacket on the couch. For some reason, watching him do that made Felicity’s stomach flutter. It just looked so natural. Like he used to do it before. Like he’d been coming home and doing that everyday for years.
It had never mattered to either of them that there was a coat rack right there by the door because every night, they’d drop their jackets on the couch anyway and whoever woke up first the next morning would hang them up on the rack. It was just how it always worked out. Felicity used to measure how stressful her day had been by whether or not her coat made it onto the rack. If it did, that meant she was stressed out or wasn’t thinking straight.
Ever since Oliver had moved out, she’d always hung up her jacket on the rack.
Suddenly aware that Oliver was looking at her expectantly, as though he had asked a question that she hadn’t heard, she laughed awkwardly and wrapped her arms around herself. She had not expected this spider fiasco to make her feel like this.
“Sorry, did you say something?” She asked, trying to sound casual but not at all missing the way Oliver’s eyes started to worry.
“Yeah, I asked you how you want to go about this; vacuum or the old paper under a cup trick? But you look like you’re a million miles away. Are you alright?”
Felicity shrugged. “Yup.”
Oliver tilted his head, a questioning look on his face.
“Lets deal with the spider and then we’ll talk, okay? I can’t think about anything knowing that beast is waiting for me upstairs,” Felicity laughed awkwardly, pushing her emotions to the side for the time being. They would talk. That’s what they did now. They talked about things. About everything. But first… the spider really needed putting in its place.
Oliver smiled, and she could see on his face that he believed her. Her knew too that they’d talk about this later. She smiled back.
“So? Vacuum or paper under a cup?” Oliver asked, his face suddenly serious.
“I don’t care. As long as I don’t have to be anywhere near the thing, you can do what you like. And if you’re using the vacuum, you’re emptying it. Because emptying it scares me more than sucking it up. So um, yeah. Your choice,”
“How about we go and assess the situation first? I need to see how big this beast is before I decide which method to use to exterminate it,”
Felicity laughed and then blushed, realising for the first time that night that Oliver was going to be in their - in her - bedroom again. “Lead the way.”
It took them an hour to completely address the situation. In the end, Oliver went with the paper under a cup trick, declaring that the spider wasn’t even that big so the vacuum cleaner wouldn’t be needed. Felicity had pretended to be insulted for 15 minutes after that, sitting across the room with her arms crossed and making bratty remarks every now and then about how big he didn’t think the massively massive beast was. Especially when on his first attempt with the cup the spider started to crawl out and Oliver almost jumped out of his skin trying to get it firmly under the cup again. Felicity had a lot of fun after that reminding him how not big it was.
After he’d apologised for offending her, telling her that maybe it was a little bigger than he’d first assumed, he helped her change the sheets and then helped her check every corner of the bedroom in case there were any others lurking around. Thankfully, there weren’t. And thankfully, him helping her change the sheets didn’t cause as many feelings to crash into her chest as seeing his jacket on her couch had done. Although, there were definitely a few feelings all the same, even if she did manage to keep them under control for the most part. She didn’t miss how normal it felt when he opened the closet and took out some clean sheets without even having to be asked. Nor did she miss how nice it felt to have someone help her do such a boring task. As they worked, they talked about nonsensical things and teased each other about the night’s events and by the time the bedroom was back to normal, they were both in fits of laughter.
She had never expected eliminating a spider to be fun, but that’s exactly what this had turned out to be.
Suddenly realising that it was gone 3 in the morning and way past the time when she had planned to be asleep tonight, Felicity sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted. A slightly awkward silence fell over them where neither really knew what to say.
Oliver cleared his throat. “I should probably get going.”
“Wait, don’t you want to talk? We said we were going to talk?” Felicity replied, sounding slightly more desperate than she’d expected. Now that Oliver was here, she just really didn’t want him to go. And any second now she knew the effects of the wine she’d drunk tonight would wear off and then she’d never get to tell him what was on her mind.
“You just look tired so I figured I’d just -”
“I’m not tired! Sit down. Let’s talk. Please,” she smiled, gesturing for Oliver to join her on the bed.
He hesitated, looking uncomfortable again, like all of a sudden he was aware that he hadn’t been in her bedroom in a long time before tonight. Felicity laughed.
“Oliver, sit down. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve ever been in my bed. This used to be our bed, remember?”
Chuckling, Oliver sat down on the opposite side of the bed. His side. “I remember.”
Felicity tried to smile at him but it got caught in the back of her throat once she started remembering all the times they’d shared this bed. She was the one who suggested they take things slowly this time but right then she was all for throwing caution to the wind and asking him to move back in with her. Because she missed this being their place, their room, their bed. She didn’t want it to be just hers anymore.
Finally, finally, finding her smile, Felicity looked up at Oliver. “So… this talk?”
“Yeah. I just - I wondered where you went earlier. Downstairs when I arrived. Because you really did look like you went somewhere else. And I still can’t figure out whether it was a good thing or not,”
His voice was soft, so soft, the voice he used when he was making himself completely vulnerable and opening up to her. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
“I just went… back. Seeing you drop your jacket on the couch like that - it just reminded me of before. Before… everything. It was like nothing had changed and we were who we used to be and I guess it just caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to react so strongly to you doing something so small, that’s all. So it took me by surprise. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about it and… yeah. That was the look on my face you saw. That’s where I went.”
Oliver smiled as she spoke, his eyes so soft and warm. He listened so intently, he always did, and it gave her goosebumps.
“Maybe I’ll just keep my jacket on next time?” He teased, but the smile on his face was nothing but sincere.
“It’s not that,” Felicity said quickly, knowing that he was joking but not wanting him to. “I was just surprised at how normal it felt. How normal all of this feels. I didn’t expect it to be like this so soon after everything that happened. I don’t know what I expected but it just - it isn’t this.”
Oliver smiled again, meeting her eyes, and the expression on his face made every inch of her body feel warm. He hadn’t looked at her like this for a long time. Even towards the end of their relationship last time, there had been something hanging over him, wearing him down. Knowing now what it was, everything out in the open, seeing him smiling at her like this was almost too much. She looked away, afraid that if she kept looking at him, she’d say something stupid. Something she didn’t know whether she was ready to say again yet.
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this either. Or rather, I didn’t expect to be sitting here hearing you say these things. Nothing about the way I feel about you has changed and I’m sure you know that, but I didn’t expect you to talk to me like this, to look at me like this, for a long time yet,” Oliver said, still smiling, looking so relaxed and calm and happy there with her.
She smiled back. “What I said still stands. I still want to take things slowly this time. We went through… a lot. And I don’t want to pretend we didn’t. That’s not fair on either of us. But this is nice. This is good.” She paused, meeting his eyes again. “I’m happy, Oliver.”
She reached out her hand, offering it to him from their own sides of the bed and he took it so willingly, his smile only growing wider but also softer at the same time. She intertwined her fingers with his and then let their hands drop down onto the bed, still wrapped together. They both stared at their hands for a long time. Or maybe it was seconds. Felicity couldn’t tell. After awhile she grinned and said,
“I never thought I’d say this but I’m so glad that spider decided to creep into my bed tonight,”
Laughing, Oliver squeezed her hand. “So am I. That unintentional discovery made for a great evening.”
“It’s gone 3 in the morning, Oliver. We are so far past this evening that it’s practically tomorrow evening,”
“I guess I really should get going. I have to be at the office at 9am anyway,”
“Why didn’t you tell me that? I just assumed that since it was Saturday you’d have the day off tomorrow! I feel so bad for keeping you up now! I feel so bad for asking you to help me with something so stupid!”
“Felicity, how many times do I have to say this? If it’s you asking, I’ll do it. No matter what.”
Felicity softened at his words and found herself subconsciously stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.
“Do you want to stay?”
“Tonight. Do you want to stay? It’s just so late and by the time you get home it will be even later and I just wondered if you wanted to stay. You can sleep on the couch if you want. I just feel bad asking you to come all the way over here when you have to be up so early and the least I can do to thank you for tonight is make you a tea and let you stay over,”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Okay then. I’ll stay,”
“Okay. And I know I said you can sleep on the couch but you don’t have to. If you don’t want to. I mean, there’s plenty of room up here for both of us.”
She was babbling now, she knew she was, but she couldn’t help it. Oliver smiled.
“It’s probably best if I take the couch,”
Despite herself, she felt relieved at his words. She sighed. “You’re probably right.”
Chuckling softly to himself, Oliver squeezed her hand again once more before letting go and standing up. “I’ll just…” he gestured to the bathroom.
“Of course! Make yourself at home. There’s a bunch of brand new toothbrushes in the cabinet. Feel free to take a shower or whatever. I’ll go grab some blankets and make up the couch for you,” she smiled, heading for the door.
Before she could leave the room, Oliver said,
“Thank you. For tonight. For… everything.”
She smiled, her heart fluttering again.
“You’re welcome. Thank you too. For coming over and helping me deal with the intruder,”
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Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
They both have each other as a phone background.
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Symmetra. Sometimes she’ll use hard-light to press fancy little designs into the steam, but to her credit Pharah has written some lovely stuff in Arabic script.
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
Pharah. Symm’s taste is too impeccable for cheese. But Pharah will sometimes find cute stimmy things for her girlfriend and that makes Symm so happy.
Who initiated the first kiss
Symmetra. Pharah was sort of initiating it but was being really sweaty and hesitant about it like, “I’m doing it. This is me doing it. This is happening. I’m doing this” and Symmetra was just like “UGH I have to do EVERYTHING” and grabbed her by the front of the shirt and planted one.
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
It depends. Both wake up pretty early. Pharah does it often because she’ll get up at the crack of dawn to run laps around the watchpoint and she comes back and smooches Symm awake.
Who starts tickle fights
It’s usually Symmetra because like, she likes to be the one who’s all like “We’re touching now.” It usually doesn’t immediately kick off with tickling, mostly Symm playing with Pharah’s hair beads.
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Pharah. And Symmetra’s all like “Well if you insist on inserting yourself into my morning routine, you can get this spot on my back.”
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Who kills/takes out the spiders
You’d think it’d be Pharah but actually it’s Symmetra and she always does the glass + piece of paper trick. She has also thrown a spider through a teleporter in a panic.
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk