Olicity + every episode - 4/38
"is that you way of say you miss me?"
"nop, but if it works for you, go with it"
Olicity + every episode - 3/38
"Felicity, you’re remarkable"
"Your problem is with me. It’s not with her.”
Fave Olicity Scenes 4/?
Felicity sniffled, and wiped her eyes.
“What are you watching?”
"Jesus, Oliver! You scared me!" Felicity reached for the remote and went to turn off the TV.
"What are you watching?"
"A television show."
"It’s about a superhero vigilante and his rag-tag band of friends who save a city night after night."
Oliver raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you…?”
"Oh, don’t give me that look. It’s all so… sexy. And you ought to see the abs on this guy they have playing the Pistol."
"His name is the Pistol?"
Oliver wrinkled his nose. “Could they have gone with something less… phallic?”
It was Felicity’s turn to raise her eyebrow at him. “Really?”
"So, what? This guy is in love with someone, but…?"
"He’s in love with Prudence, his assistant. She’s completely unflappable, and totally boss. But to be with her would mean that she would be an obvious target."
"Oh really now."
"Yes. So they’re tragically having to keep their distance. It’s fraught with tension, Oliver. Fraught.”
"I had no idea you like soap operas.’
"I like this soap opera,” Felicity said firmly. “But the Pistol should know that the bad guys are going to know how he feels, anyway. It’s written all over his face. They might as well be happy together while they have the time, you know? They’re going to regret it otherwise.”
Oliver bent and kissed her, his hands buried deep in her hair. He tried to show her how much he loved her. “Thank God we’re smarter than that, right?”
Felicity smirked at him. “We have our moments.”
title: you left me here bleeding (all i heard was screaming)
trope: Love Makes You Crazy
pairing: oliver queen/felicity smoak
word count: 684
summary: he’s gone when she wakes.
Her mouth tastes of copper and ash.
She darts her tongue out, gasping, choking on smoke and flames but -
The air is clean. She’s in the Foundry.
i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are…
“I don’t want to be just one thing. I can’t be. I want to be brave, and selfless, honest, intelligent, and kind. Well… I’m still working on kind.”
"Because of the life that I lead, I think it’s better to not be with someone I could really care about."
My heart. 💔
So, after a little fangirl sesh with everylastline about all the Stephen/Emily/Willa pics from SDCC and coming across this picture on my dash:
I had some pretty intense Queen Family Feels. This is the result.
Pairing(s): Oliver/Felicity, mentioned Thea/Roy
Word Count: 1664
The sound of a thud outside the mansion door followed by tinkling laughter and low chuckling pulls Thea’s attention from the trashy HBO movie that has occupied her attention for the last hour. Roy offered to come and keep her company tonight but the city still needed a hero, even if the Arrow was taking a night off. Speaking of, she can currently hear the low timbre of the aforementioned man in green as he speaks with his partner just outside the locked door. It’s followed by a higher pitched, melodious response and then there’s silence.
Oh God, not again.
Thea has been around her brother and Felicity long enough to have a pretty good idea of just what unsavory actions are occurring on the opposite side of the large wooden doors. Seriously, it’s been seven years and they still act like teenagers sometimes. Scratch that, they’re worse because Thea’s pretty sure that she and Roy were never this bad even when they first got together.
Reaching for the remote and shutting off the TV, Thea moves from her place on the couch wrapped in a large blanket towards the front door. Too many times has she walked in on the couple in various states of undress to be embarrassed or shy about breaking up their current little love session on the front porch.
“Oliver – ah! Stop you know how sensitive I am there! – Oliver, your sister is on the other side of this door.”
“So? She’s your sister, too.”
Thea snorts a little at her brother’s reply. At least Felicity has the decency to try to be courteous about their activities.
“Sister in law, Oliver. That won’t make it any less embarrassing when she finds us with your mouth glued to my neck and your hand up my skirt!”
By now Thea’s reached the main foyer, right in front of the double doors. She’s debating returning to her spot on the couch or opening the doors when her brother lets out an exasperated but good-natured huff of air.
“Fine. But I’m not finished with you. I believed I promised you at least four by the end of the night and right now we’re only at one.”
Oh, gross. Really, Oliver?
Thea is about to open the door and let the pair come tumbling in when it’s gently pushed open, a blonde head poking inside to presumably make sure there are no teeny tiny ones eagerly waiting by the door. When Felicity’s gaze instead finds Thea’s unimpressed look, a sheepish smile makes its way across her face before she opens the door the rest of the way to let herself and Oliver in.
“So I assume the date went well.”
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