Fifth Annual WAFF-a-THON Main Thread!
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
Thea knew Laurel could giggle. She remembered it from... before. But she hadn't heard her laugh like this in a while. Nowadays Laurel was all barked bursts and wry chuckles. Not giggles.
But right now Laurel was giggling.
"Oh boss lady, what's so funny?" Thea leaned across the desk.
"I've got these alerts for the Hood set up and one of them-" Laurel dissolved into giggles again. She waved at the screen and Thea leaned over.
"'The Hood slowly unzipped his hoodie, keeping his mask firmly in-' What is this?" Thea tapped around. "Oh god."
"It's all like that. They seem to be imaginary accounts of encounters. And they all end up with nudity and 'washboard abs'. There's this unhealthy fascination with leather too." Laurel pointed to a particularly lurid section. "I shouldn't be showing you this. It'll warp your innocent, naive mind." Thea rolled her eyes at that, while Laurel, yep, dissolved into giggles again.
Laurel's laughter stuck with Thea. She finally gave in to temptation and opened up the site again. It was pretty funny. All these people were running around scared to death of the Hood and here were people basically writing porn about him.
Okay. So. Maybe not so basically. And - Thea clicked down the page - not just writing... There was a particularly talented artistic rendition of a mainly naked and built guy wearing the Hood's trademark mask and, well, hood. With a really, really big-
"Interesting reading, Thea." Diggle's dry voice came from behind her. Thea slammed the tablet down.
"It was research." She tried to sound cool, collected. Instead she winced as her intonation rose through the roof.
"Hmmm." Diggle merely raised an eyebrow and walked away.
"I came across your sister looking at some interesting Hood related websites." Diggle stripped off his jacket and loosened his tie.
"Laurel found them. She emailed it to me because she thought I would get a kick out of it. She appears to have emailed it to half her address book. Felicity read some of it to me earlier." Each word Oliver spoke was punctuated with a sharp exhale of breath as he continued with his pull ups.
He was shirtless. He was allergic to shirts. Then Oliver grinned wickedly at him, knowing exactly what was going through Diggle's mind. He dropped to the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact, before he stalked across the space between them. Obviously the work out had...fringe benefits now. "Were you getting some inspiration?"
"Why would I need that with the real thing?" Diggle bit back his own laugh. "But maybe you should say something to Thea."
Oliver kissed him before realising what Diggle was saying. Then he went back to his work out. "Ruined the mood, man. Totally."
Diggle kicked back and enjoyed his view.
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Damn, but this fandom needs more fanworks. You need to write me more of them *gnaws on and annoys*
ILU!!! :D
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