#OHFAT Week 5

[thebookjumper]

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon -  Week 5: Out of place.

It seems like we keep getting more and more each week.  Which is a trend I absolutely love.  Keep up the amazing work guys!

On another note:  There are a few people making artwork for some of the fics for this Fic-A-Thon.  If someone makes and submits a piece of work that you want me to use for your fic, I’m more than happy to do so, but I NEED YOU TO TELL ME!  I don’t feel comfortable putting up someone’s art on someone else’s fic without the author’s permission, so you need to let me know you want me to use it.  I’ve been reblogging it and tagging the author of the fic so you’ll know someone out there is making great artwork to go with your story.

Also - I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get the summary up again.  Sickness combined with Camp Nanowrimo and work is a lethal combination.

The works submitted for this week’s prompt: Out of place are:

(In no particular order)

Change of Plans by @thatmasquedgirl - Rating: Teen and Up - Felicity makes a change of plans. Oliver does, too. A flashback in the Breaking News universe.

Nanotechnology for Dummies by @laureningall - Rating: General Audiences - Oliver joins Felicity on a Smoak Technology business trip to Hub City. Although Felicity is having the time of her life Oliver is out of his element. Luckily they make a good team in both business and pleasure.

I Will Always Trust You - Chapter 5: The Absence of Light by @felicityollies - Rating: Explicit - Inspired by Charmed - Oliver was Felicity’s Whitelighter until he let darkness inside of his heart and became something else.

One Last Time - Chapter 4: Out of place by @wetsuiton - Rating: Teen and Up - Drunk Felicity feels a little self-conscious.

Tastes like pure joy - Chapter 3: Human girl in a vampire world by @wherethereissmoak - Rating: Teen and Up - Oliver protects Felicity from other vampires, and the wedding night and the turning happens.

Summer Vacation - Chapter 5: Home by @dmichellewrites - Rating: Explicit - Felicity gets around the apartment with a bit of difficulty. Later, they go home hunting.

Maybe Not Ever by @hope-for-olicity - Rating: General Audiences - A look at Felicity's struggle to move on after Oliver tells her he can't be with her.

Olicity Hiatus 2017 Prompts - Chapter 5: Out of place by @diggo26 - Rating: Explicit - Summary: After an embarrassing event, 18 year old Felicity battles with her insecurities with help from her best friends older brother, who happens to also be the man she’s had a crush on for years.

Idiot with a death wish by @bitchwhwifi - Rating: General Audiences - Felicity Smoak is a firm believer that her soulmate has a death wish. One night out with friends changes when her soulmate’s life is once again on the line she get’s nosy and ends up in the basement of Verdant and meets the head of the Bratva in Starling who helps her put an end to the search to find her soulmate.

Inner Odds by @imusuallyobsessed - Rating: General Audiences - Ivy Town seems perfect. So, why does Felicity feel this way?

you remind me of our love (that i miss) by @bokayjunkie - Rating: General Audiences - She looks exactly how he remembers her and yet... everything about her is different. That's because she's not his Felicity.

Rose-Red City as Old as Time by @almondblossomme - Rating: Not Rated - Oliver knows people everywhere. Seriously, everywhere.

Forever at Odds - Chapter 2: Out of place by @laurabelle2930 - Rating: General Audiences - We find out exactly why Donna insisted Felicity marry Oliver.

some fairytale bliss - Chapter 4: blue linens by @callistawolf - Rating: Teen and Up - Felicity and Oliver finally have some alone time together. But something seems off...

The Disappearance of Felicity Smoak by @smewhereelse - Rating: General Audiences - In her haste to expose Malcolm Merlyn as the mastermind of the Undertaking, Moira Queen accidentally implicated an unknown party as his real accomplice. And in her haste to provide directions to Lance, Felicity left her digital fingerprints all over the files for the Markov device. Realizing that she’s up shit creek without a paddle, Felicity disappears after Moira’s acquittal.

Most Secrets Come With A Price by @digglesarms - Rating: Mature - Felicity has to get a dress for a gala. It doesn't go well. Cue Oliver setting everything right.

Book Club by @obibaldwin - Rating: General Audiences - Oliver gets invited to Felicity's book club and it's all downhill now.

The Event by @cruzrogue - Rating: General Audiences - Call back to season 2 when Oliver was dating Sara and oblivious to his own feelings. Felicity as his EA intertwines herself with the elder lady of a powerful conglomerate.

keep your head up and make it to me by @releaseurinhibitions - Rating: Teen and Up - It all changes in a second. One moment she's in a stuffy room in a corner of campus, computer parts scattered all around her, the next she's in a seemingly-endless beach.

Red by @dreamsofolicity - Rating: Not Rated - Due to a mixup with luggage, Oliver finds himself at the house of one Felicity Smoak.

Oliver's kitchen by @gypsyfire1066 - Rating: Teen and Up - Oliver is protective of his kitchen.

Left To Fate by @missyriver - Rating: Explicit - Oliver never forgot her or the time they spent together. Does he risk everything to find her? Will he try one last time before his life is changed forever?

Lost Love by @onceuponanolicity - Rating: Teen and Up - After the bombs have gone off on Lian Yu, Oliver searches for his team and finds them in the A.R.G.U.S. bunker, only to find out there has been some casualties. One of them being Felicity's memory of him. Now, he must deal with the results.

Never Far Away by @onceuponanolicity - Rating: Mature - When Felicity Smoak moves to Starling City and attends a new high school, she expects things to be hard on her, she is twelve after all. But then she meets new friends and life becomes easier. What isn't so easy is growing up.

A Different Life by Izzyface - Rating: Mature - When Felicity Smoak was 7, the FBI came looking for her father. Her mother responded by driving them across the country. Because of the kindness of stranger, Felicity's life would change for the better in every way and she'd learn the true meaning of family.

You Had Me at Hello - Chapter 4: Out of Place by @tdgal1 - Rating: Explicit - Can Oliver get past the disastrous dinner and convince Felicity he truly cares?

It Feels Remarkable by @wherethereissmoak - Rating: Not Rated - The Vigilante encounters a beautiful blind girl looking very out of place in a dark alleyway one night. Little did he know that she was exactly what he needed - both for his mission and his heart.

Every now and then - Chapter 4: I wish i could go back... by @madhaj - Rating: General Audiences - Nothing is in the right place and Oliver just wants everything back the way it should be.

Blue Eyed Angel - Chapter 4: Out of Place by @tdgal1 - Rating: Mature - Oliver is upset when he finds out Felicity has plans that don't include him. His next decision may not work out in his favor or does it?

And our fanart submissions for the week are:

by @rua1412

and

by @rua1412

I try to get all of your fantastic stories every week, but inadvertently I may miss one or two. Please let me know if you don’t see your fic on here and I’ll correct the oversight ASAP. Also, check the @olicityhiatusficathon page to make sure I’ve reblogged your submission for the week, every week, to make sure it’s not missing from there before I make my summary post. That’s the main source I work from when I make this list, and then try to supplement from AO3.

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[callistawolf]

fanfic: “blue linens”

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon Week 5: Out of Place

rating: teen words: 1,230 summary: Felicity and Oliver finally have some alone time together. But something seems off...

Read on Ao3

Excerpt:

As he finished tossing a salad for the two of them, he tried to push aside a niggling feeling that was bugging him since he’d started fixing dinner. Or rather, anytime he came to the loft the last few days.

It was like he was missing something, like something was off, not quite right. For a while, he’d tried to figure out if Felicity had changed anything, bought new furniture or moved things around. But everything was just as it was when the loft had been theirs. So Oliver tried to put the unease to the back of his mind.

@thebookjumper, @olicityhiatusficathon

[fulcrumahsokaamidala]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, William Clayton Additional Tags: Fluff, Wonder Woman movie mention, Felicity burns the popcorn but what else is new, Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon, OHFAT Summary:

Felicity just wants to see Wonder Woman, and Cisco won't stop asking her if she's seen it.

My first post for the olicity hiatus fic-a-thon. 

Week 10 prompt: Late to the Party

@thebookjumper

[gashinamoon]

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 19: Sent To The Wrong Printer

Words: 943

Tags: Fluff, Humour, Domesticity 

Week 19 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes: I can't believe there's only two more weeks left of this challenge!! There will be an actual hole in my chest once it ends,I swear.

I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know what you think once you're done :')

Read on AO3

“Okay, this has to stop. I’m stopping this.”

“Stopping what?”

“Stopping this… whatever this is.”

“I don’t know what-“

“Don’t play innocent with me, Oliver. I know when you’re up to something. You’ve been acting weird all night. It’s like you can’t do enough for me!”

“I’m just trying to be helpful.”

“I know, and it’s sweet, it really is, but I know you. Something is up. So tell me what’s up.”

“I don’t want you to be mad at me…”

“I won’t be mad. Unless you broke my computer or something. Wait. You didn’t break my computer did you?”

“I wish…”

…

“Now you’re making me panic. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. At least not in the way I can tell you’re thinking is wrong.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s about the party.”

“Okay…”

“More specifically about the surprise we were going to announce at the party.”

“Oliver, would you just spit it out? What happened?”

“Alright, so you know how I told you I’d print out a couple of pictures of the ultrasound so that when we tell everyone about the baby, we can show them pictures? And you told me you’d do it but I insisted otherwise because you were exhausted and needed to sleep? And you said I’d mess up your computer or something but you were too tired to argue and left me to it? Well… you were kind of right.”

“So you did break something?”

“No. I accidentally sent the pictures to the wrong printer. I was in a rush because I wanted to get back to you and I clicked what I thought was your printer in the loft. Except when I got home, the pictures weren’t there. So I just figured they hadn’t worked and that I’d reprint them the next day. Only it turns out that they had printed. Just… not on the right printer. And before I could do anything about it- I just… Everyone knows, Felicity. I ruined the surprise. I accidentally sent the pictures to the printer down in the bunker and Rene found them and told everyone. As in, everyone who was supposed to find out at our super surprise party this weekend. I’m so sorry, I honestly don’t know why-“

“Wait. That’s it?”

“What?”

“I’m sorry but… that’s why you’ve been acting strange all day? That’s it?”

“Um… yeah?”

“Can I just remind you that you were the one who wanted to wait until the party? I was the one who wanted to tell everyone as soon as we got back from the 3 month ultrasound last week. Why would I possibly be mad about this?”

“I just thought that you’d be mad because I’ve ruined the surprise. I mean, the entire reason we’re having a party is so we can tell everyone you’re pregnant. It’s kind of pointless now. Because they all know already.”

“We can still have a party, Oliver. It’s your birthday next week, after all.”

“I had a birthday party last year.”

“Yeah, and I want you to have one every year. For at least the next 10 years. To make up for the ones you missed on the island and then the 5 years after you came back. Which part of me takes full credit for. I should have thrown you birthday parties every year as soon as we became friends.”

“So… you’re not mad?”

“Not at all. I’m so happy everyone knows. You know I hate secrets.”

“Some secrets are good.”

“Still. I’m glad this one is out in the open. Speaking of which, how did everyone react?”

“They were so happy. Don’t tell him I said this, but I swear Dig cried. He says he didn’t, but I saw the tears in his eyes. Dinah said she already knew, although I’m not sure how. Thea was texting your mom and online shopping for baby stuff before I could even finish my sentence. My sentence being that they should all act normal and pretend they don’t know so that it wouldn’t ruin the party for you.”

“She told my mom?”

“In her defence, she didn’t exactly tell her. She just assumed she already knew.”

“Fair point. And they were all just going to play along and pretend they didn’t know? Until Saturday night?”

“Yup.”

“Huh.”

“There’s just one more person we have to tell now, you know? William.”

…

“Is it weird that he’s the one I’m most nervous to tell?”

“Are you excited too?”

“Of course! But… do you think he’ll be happy? I mean, I’m an only child too so I know what it’s like to never have to share anything. And he’s a sweet kid but having a baby to compete with might be hard and I feel like we have this great relationship now and I don’t want anything to-“

“Hey, it's alright. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.”

“But he’s only just got used to not having his mom around, Oliver. To having the two of us. To having you, period. I don’t want him to think we’re, you know, trying to replace him or something.”

“Why would he think that?”

“I don’t know. It makes more sense in my head. I just… I love William and I don’t want him to think that us having a baby is going to change that. At all.”

“He isn’t going to think that, I promise. And I think the longer we keep it from him, the more you’re just going to worry about it. So why don’t we just go up and tell him now?”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

…

“That’s a good question. Why not? Let’s go.”

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[intrepidmare]

A Series Of Unexpected Surprises

Another late delivery from me, but here it is! I’m getting 5 birds with one stone with this 2-part fic. With the first chapter I’m fulfilling an anonymous request of Prompt #47 “I thought it was a one-night-stand… and now we’re married”, from this list. Also, fulfilling the prompts of @olicityhiatusficathon “At Odds” (week 4) and  “Unintentional Discovery”  (week 6). On chapter 2 I’ll use 2 new prompts given by the genius @thebookjumper .

Big thanks to @laurabelle2930 and @thearrowandhisgirlwednesday for their awesome beta skills. You both rock!!

A Series Of Unexpected Surprises 

The first thing that hits Felicity as she opens her eyelids is the blinding splendor of the sun coming through the window directly onto her face. Then, a head-splitting pain sets in, which unsettles her stomach. She groans as she closes her eyes again and shields herself with the duvet, cursing the hour when she heeded her mom’s advice of going out the night before to have a drink. A drink that obviously turned out to be a lot more than one. Her idea of fun for the weekend hadn’t included clubbing in the most popular places along the Las Vegas Strip.

Much less having a monster of a hangover on Saturday morning.

Now that she’s awake, neither her headache nor her nausea were willing to let her go back to sleep. She also became aware of other things around her. The first one was her state of undress as she was naked, and lying in a strange bed. If she didn’t know better, she would say that she was sleeping in a cloud because the mattress feels so unlike her old worn-out bed. Where the frak am I? And why am I naked?, she thinks as she opens an eye to investigate her whereabouts. A fancy hotel room manifests before her sight as the bed is jostled around. Startled, Felicity rolls over. Next to her, she finds a dirty blond haired guy sleeping on the bed with his back facing her. From where she doesn't know but, she gets the strength and balance to get on her feet. She manages to slide out of the covers and stand up in a heartbeat. Her sleeping companion wakes up because of the shriek escaping her lips.

“Do you mind keeping it down?” he groans, as he rolls to his back and leans up on one elbow while massaging his forehead with his free hand, obscuring his features. It’s clear that whoever he is, he also had too much to drink.

She screeches again, noticing her lack of clothes for the second time, and swiftly yanks the duvet to cover herself awkwardly before the unknown man lifts his eyes to her.

“Please,” he begs her again in a growly voice.

He drops his hand and lifts his head up at last so Felicity can see his face. Two intense blue eyes fix on her, a look of surprise shines clearly on them. Soon it’s replaced with something much primal. Felicity swallows hard, feeling the appreciating look he’s giving her. She adjusts the duvet covering her as a sudden shyness crawls inside her. Totally ridiculous on her part because there isn’t much to hide from him after the wild night they obviously shared. Fire ignites in her belly, which leaves her breathless. The heat rushing through her veins skyrockets when her eyes roam over him. Felicity’s taken aback by how handsome he is, with proud cheeks and a strong jaw, which is darkened by a sexy stubble. To her bafflement, he looks somewhat familiar, but can’t point out exactly how or when she met him.

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[ao3feed-oliverfelicity]

"Where do I fit in?"

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2f13VOz

by beggsyboo

William opens up to Felicity during breakfast

Words: 427, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Olicity in the Summer

Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, William Clayton

Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak

Additional Tags: parenting, Marriage, Established Relationship, Feels, OHFAT, Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon 2017, week 5 prompt, Out of Place, cruise vacations, they are in Alaska, step-parenting, Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2f13VOz

[thebookjumper]

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon - WEEK 5

I knew we had a lot of talented people in his fandom, but you guys are seriously incredible.  Loved reading everything you came up with for Week 4′s prompt: At Odds.  

But it’s a new Wednesday now, and that means a new prompt!!

THIS WEEK’S PROMPT IS: Out of place.

The rules are simple:

Every Wednesday I will post a new writing prompt.

You will have a week to write, beta, completely rework after a crisis of self-confidence, re-beta, and post your interpretation of the prompt the following Wednesday. (Yes, I’m a writer myself and am aware of the process we go through.)

Tag your response #OlicityHiatusFic, #OlicityHiatusFic-A-Thon, or #OHFAT (or all three for you overachievers out there).  Make sure to use these tags on both Tumblr posts AND on AO3.

Tag me @thebookjumper in all your Tumblr posts.

Add your contribution to the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon collection on AO3.

Look for the next prompt.  Lather, rinse, repeat.

HAVE FUN!

There is meant to be zero stress involved with this.  If you can’t do it every week, that’s fine.  Prompt just not working for you? Skip it.  Need to post late?  That’s perfectly okay!

This is just meant to be fun, get some creative juices flowing, and fulfill our desperate need for an Olicity fix on Wednesday nights until our favorite couple magically reappears on our screens in the fall.  The final posting date will be the Wednesday just before Arrow returns to our screens in its new time slot on Thursdays.

There is no length requirement, no ratings requirement, no timeline requirement.  It can be canon, AU, crossover, anything you want as long as it involves Olicity and incorporates the prompt.

If you written for any of the prompts yet, don’t worry!  You can still write this week’s prompt, and any of the others you want!

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[gashinamoon]

Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 14: Ask

Words: 593

Tags: Fluff, Humour, Sexual Humour 

Week 14 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes: I wasn't going to post anything this week because I ran out of time and life happened etc BUT I managed to write this super quickly tonight and I'm actually relatively happy with how it turned out to say how little time I had to write it. It's just a quick little dialogue fic, but yeah. Please let me know what you think once you're done! :)

“Where are your pants?”

…

“Oliver? Are you listening to me? I'm asking you a question. Where are your pants?”

…

“You cannot seriously be sleeping right now.”

“Of course not. I'm not sleeping. I'm just… resting my eyes.”

“Yeah well you can go and rest your eyes somewhere else. Once you've found your pants. Because you're in the way and I have to get back to work and I can't do that if you're sitting against the door with no pants on.”

“Come and sit down here with me. Let's take a nap. C’mere.”

“Oliver, I swear to god if you try to undo my skirt one more time… I have a meeting in 3 minutes. You have to move.”

“If you wanted me out of the way so quickly, you shouldn't have invited me to your office to have sex in the bathroom.”

“I said we had to be quick. I literally told you I had 13 and a half minutes.”

“And we still have 3 left so…?”

“No. No. Get up. I cannot be late.”

“You're the CEO. Of course you can. The meeting can't start without you.”

“I’m not just the CEO, Oliver. I am Felicity Smoak and Felicity Smoak is never late.”

“Except for that one time when you thought you were pregnant…”

“Shut up. That was one time. I’m always very careful.”

“We are always careful.”

“Right. Exactly. Please can you just put on your pants and move?”

“I'll move on one condition.”

“Name it. Please just hurry up.”

“Give me your underwear.”

“Excuse me?”

“Take off your panties and give them to me. And then I'll move.”

“Doesn't this game ever get boring for you?”

“Never. I always have a great afternoon picturing you walking around in those heels with no underwear on your perfect ass. It gets me through mymeetings.”

…

“Why do you need me to actually take off my panties for you to picture me without them on? I know your imagination works perfectly any other day.”

“You have 47 seconds before you're late, Felicity…”

“Ughhh, I can't believe you're using my underwear against me.”

“Really?”

…

“Ugh, fine. But whilst I’m taking these off you have to promise to keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise we’ll never get out of this bathroom and I'll miss my stupid meeting.”

“I can't promise that, I'm afraid. You look incredible in that skirt.”

“I know. I put it on this morning with every intention of inviting you to my office for lunch.”

“You were thinking about us having sex in your office when you put it on this morning?”

“Yup.”

“Fe-li-ci-ty…”

“Hands to yourself. Pants on.”

“You can't just tell me a sexy anecdote whilst you're taking off your underwear and expect me to keep my hands to myself.

“Oliver, I'm serious. I have to go. Like 6 seconds ago.”

“So you're a little late… who cares? It's just a meeting.”

…

“Fuck it. You're right. It's just a meeting.”

“I love you so much.”

“Yeah, I love you too. Now hurry up and take this skirt off of me. You have 5 minutes.”

“God, I love it when you talk to me like that. Being CEO makes you so bossy and assertive. It's amazing.”

“Mhmm. Less talking, more undressing.”

“I think I'll leave the skirt on actually. Seeing as you put it on for me this morning and you already took off your underwear…”

“Oliver. 4 minutes and 37 seconds.”

“I’m so glad I married you.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 18: Escape

Words: 2896

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Domesticity 

Week 18 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper

Notes: I had a lot of feels after seeing *those* pics from the Arrow set the other night and then the prompt for this week fit so perfectly with an idea I was already having and thus, this was born.

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Before Felicity moved in with Oliver, she thought a lot about the phrase ‘you can never really know someone until you live with them’.

Ultimately, it turned out the phrase was true.

And now, as they approach their wedding day, it looks like the phrase ‘you can never really know someone until you marry them” is turning out to be true too.

Okay, so maybe she’s made that phrase up in her head. Its premise still stands, though.

Felicity has lost count of the number of arguments they’ve had over the last few weeks especially now the big day is only two weeks away. And whilst they’re both big believers in making up before they go to bed at night, it doesn’t take long for something to have them yelling at each other again, usually the next day.

Oliver’s insistence that the day be absolutely perfect and not at all like their “fake wedding” from three years ago had been sweet at first. He’d thrown himself head first into the planning, checking every single detail off of a list until every single thing in the history of weddings had been taken care of. They’d talked long and hard about everything, about what they both wanted and how they could compromise when they couldn’t agree on the same thing.

She’d been in charge of the guest list, finding the perfect place to make their cake and then obviously, dress shopping.

It worked. They had a system and it worked. They found the entire thing fun, it brought out the best in them, highlighted just how well they worked together and how utterly in love they were.

Until it didn’t.

Somewhere during the last month, Oliver’s attentiveness and obsession with getting every last detail perfect began to irritate Felicity. And in return, Felicity’s seemingly subtle eye rolls and sarcastic comments began to irritate Oliver too. Add to that his accusation that she apparently just couldn’t stop thinking about what her mom would think about every decision they made. Which is crazy. Because she isn’t doing that. And even if she is, Oliver just doesn’t get it. Even though he’s known her mom for years now, it still doesn’t change the fact that he didn’t grow up with her and has absolutely no idea what that was like.

They have the same arguments over and over. Today is no different.

“Why are you asking me about tablecloths? I’m trying to work.”

“Because you still haven’t chosen!”

“You gave me two shades of white. They look exactly the same. Just pick one. No one is going to care anyway.”

Felicity barely looks up from her computer to acknowledge the colour strips Oliver is holding. If she’s honest, she wants to rip them out of his hand and shove them in the garbage. Or somewhere else much less polite.

“I don’t want to just choose without asking you!”

“And I just told you that they look exactly the same to me. Maybe that’s because I need new glasses, maybe that’s because they are actually just the same colour. So just pick one. I don’t care which one you pick.”

“Maybe I should ask you what colour your mom would pick?” Oliver asks, his voice raised, suddenly angry just like all the other times they’ve argued like this before.

Felicity laughs, dryly, but his comment stings.

“I actually can’t believe you sometimes.”

“I’m just saying! Half of the decisions we make you have to consider your mom’s opinion even though this is our wedding, so maybe I should just call her myself and ask her about the tablecloths!”

“Yeah, maybe you should! You can tell her that you’re just calling because the daughter who disappointed her all her life can’t make a fucking decision about anything!”

Felicity sees the exact moment where Oliver regrets bringing this up. His chest and shoulders fall and his eyes go soft. He drops the strips on the table and reaches for her hand. But she doesn’t let him touch her. She pulls away and folds her arms over her chest.

“Felicity, I-“

“I don’t care. Just leave me alone.”

They stare at each other for a long minute. The fight has gone, it’s over and they both know it, but neither is about to apologise. It’s too late for that.

“I’m going to Thea’s.”

“Fine.”

And that’s that. Felicity watches Oliver walk away from her and out of the door, only stopping briefly to pick up his coat and keys on the way. Just as the door is about to close she considers calling out to him, considers forgetting everything for now and just going back to the way things were 5 minutes ago. But she doesn’t. She watches the door close and then rests her head in her hands, surprised to find herself so close to tears.

She’s still angry, of course she is, but more than anything she hates admitting to herself that Oliver just might be right. She hates how much everything is coming between them, how much it’s changing between them, no matter how temporarily. She hates that she sometimes finds herself wondering if all of the arguments are worth it.

Felicity sighs and tries to get back to work but she can’t concentrate and eventually the words on her screen blur with the tears in her eyes. Slamming her laptop closed and wiping her eyes furiously, she jumps when she hears a noise behind her.

Her heart drops even more when she sees William standing there. She’d forgotten he was home. And suddenly she’s acutely aware of the fact that he probably heard every angered word she and Oliver yelled at each other just now. And a lot of the other times too.

“I’m sorry if you heard any of that. Or all of that. It’s just-“

She stops. She doesn’t know what to say.

“It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not alright. You shouldn’t have to hear any of that. Ever. It’s not fair,” Felicity says, standing up from the table.

She wants to go to him, to hug him and kiss his forehead and reassure him that everything is okay. But she doesn’t because that would feel like lying.

William shrugs and pushes his hands into his jeans pockets. “It’s just the wedding, right? You guys won’t fight like this after the wedding.”

Felicity smiles. “The wedding is bringing out the worst in us, I think. But I’d be lying if I said we won’t ever argue once it’s over.”

He looks at her, nothing but uncertainty on his face. Sometimes, he’s so much like Oliver that Felicity forgets just how young he is, how little time they’ve all been living together, how still new all of this must be for him. For all of them, but for William especially.

She sees it now.

“You don’t have to worry about any of this though, okay? Because no matter how much we argue, Oliver and I love each other. And we always work things out. Even if it does take a while sometimes. You know that, right?”

He nods but nothing about his expression changes to suggest that he believes her. She watches him nibble on his bottom lip.

“It’s not my fault, right?” He asks. “What happened between you two before, I mean. Oliver told me a lot how he wanted me to meet you but that my mom said I wasn’t allowed, that you weren’t allowed to know about me, and sometimes I just wonder if that was the reason why you guys broke up.”

Felicity’s eyes fill with tears again as he speaks. She goes over to him and crouches down in front of him. He towers over her like this and suddenly she realises that he’s growing up and that one day soon he’ll probably be even taller than she is. She wants to freeze time. They haven’t had enough of him like this. Oliver has missed out on so much and it isn't fair.

“Please don’t ever think that was your fault, okay? Because it wasn’t. It really and truly wasn’t anything to do with you, I promise you. I promise you that with all my heart,” she says, tears still in her eyes, holding onto one of Will’s hands and stroking the top of it with her thumb.

He doesn’t say anything for awhile. Felicity watches him, watches the thoughts passing behind his eyes and wishes she could arrange them for him so that everything makes sense. But she can’t. So she just continues trying to soothe him a little by running her thumb over his hand until finally, William looks up and meets her eyes.

“Do you wanna go for ice-cream?” He asks. “I saved up some of my pocket money and I really wanna take you out for ice-cream. I feel like you need it right now. Oliver said that mint chip is your favourite? And if Oliver can escape to Thea’s, you should be able to escape to the ice-cream store.”

Felicity can’t help it. She laughs. And then a tear falls from her eye and she laughs even more because somehow, this beautiful child standing in front of her is so much wiser than she could ever dream of being.

“You don’t have to buy me ice-cream, Will. I can buy ice-cream for both of us. As much as you like. Whatever flavour and whatever toppings. And I won’t tell Oliver so you’ll be spared the extra helpings of vegetables with dinner tonight,” Felicity chuckles, leaning up to kiss Will’s cheek before standing up fully and ruffling his hair.

He pulls a face and dodges out of her way and she laughs again. He says he hates it when she and Oliver do that, but they never remember until it’s too late.

“Sorry, hon,” Felicity smiles.

“You aren’t,” Will laughs.

He’s right.

“Maybe you could bring that math homework I know you have? And we can go through it together?” Felicity asks, trying to keep the humour from her voice.

It clearly works because William sighs and rolls his eyes. “Seriously?”

She laughs at his reaction. She isn’t really going to make him do math, not right now at least. As much as she really does enjoy sitting down and helping him with his homework, she knows now isn’t the time. “I’m kidding. Just like the vegetables, I’ll spare you the homework. For now. But we’re doing it tonight, okay? No excuses.”

He sighs again but she can tell he’s joking around just as much as she is now.

She loves being with him like this. Felicity had always worried that William would hate her, that he’d think she was trying to be his mom, that he’d never be able to talk to her or spend time with her. And they’d had their arguments and awkward silences to begin with. But thankfully, somehow, they have a great relationship now and not a day goes by where Felicity isn’t so absolutely grateful that Will has such a loving heart. He really is so much like his father.

“Anyway, didn’t you say something about ice-cream?” She asks, picking up her purse and car keys.

Will grins and the excitement in his eyes makes Felicity smile.

They’re just at the door when he says, “Felicity?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re really cool, you know? I always knew you would be just because of what Oliver told me about you, but I didn’t know you’d be this cool.”

Felicity fights back the urge to cry and scoop him up in her arms and instead just smiles and rests her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “Thank you. You’re really cool too.”

“You promise you really won’t tell Oliver how much ice-cream I eat?”

Laughing, Felicity unlocks the door. “I promise.”

*

*

That night, when Oliver finally comes home, William is in bed already after finishing his homework and Felicity is watching TV in front of the fire.

Much like other times when they’ve argued, Oliver doesn’t speak for awhile and just goes into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. He has his back to her and so he doesn’t notice her approaching until she slips her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back.

“I missed you,” Felicity says, tightening her arms around him in a hug.

She feels him sigh as his puts his glass down and runs his hands along her arms.

“I wanted to come back earlier, but Thea ordered takeout and I couldn’t resist.”

“She better still fit in her bridesmaid dress after that takeout,” Felicity laughs.

Oliver chuckles and then unwraps her arms from around him so that he can turn and face her. “Speaking of which… I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Me too. I’m sorry too.”

“What I said about your mom wasn’t fair. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s alright, honestly. We were both mad. It’s forgotten,” Felicity smiles, taking his hands in hers.

“No, it’s not alright. I was out of line. I guess I’m just kind of jealous deep down. Because I wish I had my mom’s opinions to consider. I wish I had to worry about what she’d think of the tablecloths,” Oliver smiles, nudging her jokingly at the mention of what caused their argument earlier, but his humour is lost in the empty look in his eyes as his talks about his mother.

“I’m really sorry,” Felicity says, because she doesn’t know if there’s anything else she can say.

Oliver smiles again and kisses her forehead.

Squeezing his hand in response, Felicity says, “For the record, we should go with the second colour. I think it matches the floral table arrangements better.”

Oliver laughs. “That’s what I thought too. Imagine if we’d just had this conversation earlier…”

Felicity laughs too and presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“As much as I hate fighting with you, I’m kind of glad you were gone this afternoon. I got to spend some time with William, just the two of us, and it was really nice.”

Smiling, Oliver raises his eyebrows. “Really? What did you guys get up to?”

“Well, I was kind of upset after you left and Will offered to take me out for ice-cream. We had a little heart to heart over some mint chip and raspberry ripple that he insisted we share and I insisted I pay for and then we went for a walk around the park. He heard us fighting earlier and he was upset about it too. But we talked about it and I think he’s okay now. He’s upstairs in bed but when I went to check on him a little while ago, he was still reading so if you want to go and speak to him, I’m sure he’s still up.”

“I will, I’ll go up in a sec. Was he really upset?”

“I think he just wanted reassurance that it wasn’t his fault. I know he doesn’t know everything that happened between us before, but somewhere inside, there’s a little part of him that blames himself. It broke my heart, Oliver. We have to stop arguing around him. I honestly just can’t do it anymore; it’s not fair,” Felicity says, guilt wrapping itself around her rib cage and making her want to cry. “He’s just a kid and he’s lost so much and he deserves better from us.”

Oliver nods and then wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him. She feels him kiss the top of her head.

“I know all of this isn’t exactly the way we planned it…”

“When has anything between the two of us ever gone to plan? Felicity chuckles against his chest.

“But we can make it work, okay?” Oliver continues, holding her tightly. “We’re going to make this work, the three of us. And no more arguments, I promise. At least, not anywhere where Will can hear. Because I think until the wedding is over, we’ll probably need to argue a little more. And then even after that because sometimes it’s important, you know?”

“Of course. We wouldn’t be us if we didn’t argue sometimes. No one would recognise us.”

Oliver laughs and hugs her even tighter, kissing the top of her head again.

“William really loves you, you know?”

“He told me today that I’m really cool. I was this close to crying,” Felicity giggles. “He’s the best.”

“I’m so happy I have you both.”

“Always.”

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Oliver whispers against her hair.

Felicity presses a soft kiss to his neck before pulling back and smiling up at him. “I can’t wait either. But now you should go up and speak to your son before he falls asleep. I think he really needs to see you before he does. I’ll be right here when you come down.”

Oliver smiles back and leans down to kiss her mouth once, then twice before he finally heads upstairs to talk to William.

Felicity watches him until he disappears behind the bedroom door. Smiling to herself, she goes into the kitchen and takes out some ice-cream she and William had brought back for Oliver, slipping two spoons into it so they can share it when he comes down.

The next two weeks can’t come quick enough. She really can’t wait to finally marry Oliver Queen.

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 10: Late to the party

Words: 1245

Tags: Fluff. Just pure fluff. 

Week 10 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

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“Felicity, are you ready? We should have left 5 minutes ago.”

“Would you stop asking me that? If I was ready, we’d be in the car. I'm already aware of how late we are so please stop reminding me because it's really not helping.”

“Are you okay? Do you need some help?”

“I'm fine. The more you talk to me, the longer I'm going to be so please just give me five more minutes and I'll be done.”

…

“Are you ready, hon?”

…

“Felicity?”

“Oliver, I think you should just go without me. I'm really just not feeling too great anymore.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Well, yeah. But I just- I thought I still had a few more weeks in this dress but the zipper will barely go up properly and I don't think it's very flattering to be wearing something this tight when I look this huge.”

“Felicity, you don't look huge. You look pregnant. Because that's what you are.”

“I know that and you know that, but nobody else does and I really didn't want to tell anyone yet but there's literally no mistaking it in this dress. Maybe I could try the blue one? You know the floor length one I wore-”

“Would you come out here, please? So I don't have to talk through the bathroom door when I tell you how beautiful you look and how nobody is going to notice because you're barely 3 months along.”

…

“See? Nobody will suspect a thing. I promise you.”

“You can't say that because you see me everyday. Some of these people haven't seen me in over a year. They're definitely going to notice the extra 4 lbs I'm carrying around these days.”

“So? Maybe you ate one too many pizzas in Italy? But we were on our honeymoon. You're allowed.”

“You know what else happens on honeymoons, Oliver? People make babies. People are going to be looking for this baby, I swear. And we can tell them all night how it's just pizza but I'm sure no one is going to believe it and I'm going to just freak out because I suck at lying anyway and I always have and I-”

“Hey. Breathe.”

“Sorry. I'm just really nervous.”

“I know. But everything is going to be fine, I promise you.”

“You keep saying that but it really is not helping my nerves at all.”

“You don't have to be nervous, okay? I'm going to be with you all night. I won't ever let go of your hand if that makes it easier for you.”

“Do you promise?”

“Of course.”

“And you can do all the talking? You know, if anyone mentions the B word.”

“Fine. Although I don't know what makes you think I'll be any better at lying. I haven't stopped smiling since we found out you're pregnant.”

“I know, neither have I. And I am excited for our baby and I do want to tell everyone, I'm just… I'm not ready. Not yet. I want at least another month of just being Felicity Smoak, CEO and wife of Oliver Queen before we tell anyone about the baby and people start referring to me in third person as ‘mommy’. Hopefully this little nugget won't grow that much in the next 4 weeks so I can keep them a secret a little longer … They won't grow thatmuch, right?”

“I’m sure you have at least another month before you start to show. And I will wait as long as you need me to before we tell anyone. That's your choice, completely. But for the record, just so you know, I would happily tell every single person I meet tonight that I'm about to have a baby with you. In fact, I'd even get up onstage and tell the entire room.”

“Please, please don't do that. I’d probably throw something at you. Even though it makes me so happy to see you so happy.”

“I'm always happy when I'm with you.”

“Even when I puked in your shoes one morning last week and then was too busy crying to even help you clean it up?”

“Even then.”

“Even when I made you stop off to grab me some ice-cream on your way back from work because I absolutely needed it but then I fell asleep eating it whilst you were in the shower and it melted and had the be thrown away?”

“Yes.”

“Even when I yelled at you yesterday to leave me alone and then cried and yelled at you some more when you actually did what I asked?”

“Yes, Felicity. Always. I can't lie and say that you never frustrate me or make me mad, but even when you're doing that you're making me happy. Because I’d argue with you all day as long as we were together. Of course, I’d rather do other things with you all day and I hate fighting with you but-”

“Okay. Please stop. You're going to make me cry and it took me so long to get my eyeliner perfect. I'm probably going to end up crying for some reason or another tonight anyway but I'd really like to have at least an hour with my eye makeup looking amazing before I do.”

“Alright, I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise. Please don't apologise. You're incredible, you know that, right? And you're going to be the best dad to our baby. I know you missed out on so much with William and I know how much that hurts you and I'm just so happy that you're going to get to do all of that with this baby and you won't have to miss out on anything.”

“I'm happy about that too. I'm really happy about that, you have no idea.”

“I do, Oliver. I really do. I grew up without a dad, remember? I want you to have everything with our baby. Everything I never got to have. I'm so excited for them to get to experience everything with you as their dad.”

“Thank you. I know you're nervous about being a mom but I know you're going to be amazing too, you know?”

“Mhmm. I'm sure I'll get the hang of it eventually.”

“Eventually? If our baby adores you even a fraction of how much William adores you, I'm sure you'll be absolutely fine.”

“He really does like me, right?”

“Yes. He asks about you all the time. Whenever we hang out just the two of us he's almost disappointed that you aren't there.”

“He's so sweet and so smart and I really do love him, you know?”

“I know. He loves you as well. And our baby is going to love you just as much, if not more. Maybe not as much as me though…”

“You do love me a lot. It's a lot to contend with.”

“I'm glad you know that.”

“Of course I know that. Now, we should probably go before we’re even more late to the party than we already are.”

“You're probably right. Are you sure you're feeling okay?”

“Yeah. You promising to not let go of my hand has helped. I mean, I can't really do anything about the dress situation but-”

“You look beautiful. You always do.”

“Thank you.”

“And no one is going to say anything about anything besides how amazing you look.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so.”

“Thank you. I love you so much, Oliver.”

“I love you too. Now take my hand and lets go.”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 11: Get Down

Words: 946

Tags: Slight angst, Fluff, Humour, Sexual Humour 

Week 11 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

Notes: Sorry that this is yet another dialogue only fic; I really wanted to write a full 1500+ word fic this week considering I've done two (now three) dialogue fics in a row. I actually had a good idea for this week's prompt as well! But when I sat down the words just wouldn't come so I ended up writing this instead. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

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“Ouch! Felicity, that hurts!”

“I'm sorry. But if you had listened to me, we wouldn't be in this situation right now.”

“You're not even in the situation!”

“When you came back with a gaping hole in your shoulder that's only there because you didn't listen and then asked me to stitch you up, I officially became a part of this situation.”

“Fine.”

…

“You know, sometimes I wonder why you even bother having me on the team when you don't want to listen to me.”

“Oh, come on. Now you're being ridiculous. Of course you're needed on the team. And I nearly always listen to you!”

“Nearly always? Now you're just proving my point.”

“I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I thought that I could reach without being seen and I was wrong. I'm sorry.”

“I accept your apology, Oliver, but I'm still mad. You could have ended up with more than just a bullet wound tonight and you know it. First, I told you not to go out there alone but you went anyway. Then, once you got to the building, I told you to get down and hide because there was someone coming and you blatantly ignored me again. Do you even remember the conversation we had the last time you got injured because you didn't listen to me?”

“Yeah. It was when I fell down the elevator shaft.”

“And you fell down the elevator shaft because...?”

“Because it was rigged and you told me that, you told me to be careful and try something else and I thought I knew best and climbed up there anyway.”

“Right.”

…

“You know that I trust you, right?”

“I know.”

“Okay, I was just checking. Because I know last time something like this happened, that's what you were worried about.”

“I remember. And whilst I want to hit you sometimes because of your blatant disregard for your own safety, especially when it's in reference to something I very clearly warned you about, I know that you trust me.”

“Good. I'm glad you know that.”

…

“You're just such a pigheaded guy sometimes…”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing.”

“What did you just mumble under your breath?”

“I’m not repeating myself, Oliver. I know you heard me with your freakishly good ears.”

“Felic-”

“I'm sorry! I’m sorry. I'm just still annoyed, okay? I didn't mean what I said.”

“It's fine. You're probably right anyway.”

“Are you just telling me I'm right because you know how happy it makes me in the hopes that I'll stop being mad?”

“Partly. But also partly because you are right. I am pigheaded sometimes. I'm working on it.”

“I appreciate that. But just for the record, you have worked on it a lot already. You've come a long way since 2013 Oliver Queen, you know?”

“Shut up. We don't talk about him anymore.”

“Aw, really? But he was soooo hot.”

“I hope your feelings about that particular aspect of me haven't changed, if I'm honest.”

“Well… I guess the current Oliver is okay.”

“Just ‘okay’?”

“Hey, I'm still mad at you, remember? And I also have a needle in your skin right now, so I’d be careful with the cockiness if I were you.”

“Right. Sorry.”

…

“I know you don't like to think about it, but do you even know what it would do to me if something happened to you? Something really bad. Something you couldn't just stitch up and forget about. Do you?”

“I know what it would do to me if it happened to you. So yeah, I guess.”

“Then you understand why I get mad at you over stuff like this, right? Because this could have ended so much worse. And the thought of that terrifies me in my bones, Oliver.”

“I know, and I'm sorry. And I really want to tell you that I won't do something like it again and mean it, but I don't think I can. But I promise I'll try, okay?”

“Okay.”

…

“To be fair to you, you do listen to me most of the time. It's just during the really important stuff that involves your actual life where you seem to develop selective hearing…”

“Felicity.”

“And you do always make it up to me when you feel guilty for not listening. With breakfasts in bed and bubble baths and orgasms…”

“Fe-li-ci-ty…”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you almost done back there?”

“Oh right, yeah. Yeah, I'm done.”

“Can we go home now?”

“Sure.”

“Wait, tell me you're not still mad first, please.”

“If I tell you I'm not that mad anymore, will all the making it up to me still happen?”

“I will give you a bubble bath and 10 orgasms either way. But if you're still mad, we’re staying here and talking this out some more.”

“10?”

“Felicity.”

“Sorry! But you can't just tell me you're going to give me 10 orgasms and expect me to listen to everything else you're saying!”

“I'm serious.”

“Okay, fine. I'm still a little annoyed, but I'm not mad. You've apologised and promised you’ll try and do better in the future and I can't really ask for more than that can I?”

“I can live with you being a little annoyed still. I deserve that.”

“No, you don't. But you might need some motivation by orgasm number 5 so I'll keep this annoyance in mind.”

“By orgasm number 5, I'm not sure I'll be the one who needs motivating…”

“10 is a little extreme, Oliver.”

“Well, you know me, I've always been an overachiever.”

“Apart from when you were dropping out of college all th-”

“Ten, Felicity.”

“Right, right, I'll shut up now. Let's go home.”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 5: Out of place

Words: 971

Tags: Attempt at Humour, Sexual Humour, Fluff  

Week 5 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper! 

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Notes:  I had SO much fun writing this!! I was going to go a completely different way with this prompt but when I sat down to write, I had this idea and all of a sudden, this just happened. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think when you're done! :')

“Can you come and pick me up, please?”

“Are you alright?”

“No, Oliver, it's just not fair,”

“Honey, talk to me. Why are you crying right now?”

“I just wanted to have fun tonight and now I'm sitting in the bathroom crying and hoping no one finds me because then that would mean having to go back out there and I'm not sure I can do that because-”

“Felicity, where are you? Are you drunk? You sound drunk,”

“Of course I'm drunk. I'm very drunk. I had to get very drunk to get through… that. Everyone is just so pretty, Oliver. And all the girls have abs and long legs and perfect boobs and look like they could pick me up and throw me across the room without even breaking a sweat and I'm-”

“Wait, wait. Hold up. Where are you?”

“A strip club,”

…

“What are you doing at a strip club?”

“It was Sara’s idea! One minute I’m enjoying cocktails in this really nice bar with her and Nyssa and the next, she's suggesting we go to a strip club and I didn't really think too much about it because I was already 4 cocktails in and I thought it would be fun but after watching those girls dance for like 15 minutes, I'm really regretting agreeing to this because I feel soooooo out of place out there and I'm also regretting the shot of whisky I was handed on the door because I think that's what’s making me cry so much and now all my makeup-”

“Felicity… what exactly are you crying for?”

“Because all those girls are just- they're so pretty! And so strong. And so hot with perfect bodies and perfect hair and- Oliver, you should see them, they're- actually wait, no, I'm glad you haven't seen them. It would kind of worry me if you saw them because they're so pretty and they have these perfect butts and did I mention that they have abs? Like actual abs? Not as good as your abs but like, they have abs, Oliver,”

“Yeah, I got that, about the abs. But I'm still struggling to understand why that is making you so upset, honey,”

“Should I have abs?”

“What?”

“Like should I workout more? Am I fat? Am I-”

“Felicity. Stop talking right now,”

“You know I really struggle to do that,”

“I know but I'm really going to need you to stop talking right now before you say anything else that's completely ridiculous like that,”

“But I just- I feel like I- I just don’t know why-”

“You don't know why, what?”

“Wouldn't you rather be with someone who has abs? Someone more like you who can squat twice their own body weight or lift things above their heads? Someone who likes working out and-”

“Remember what I said about you stopping talking? That still stands,”

“I just can't stop thinking about how perfect they are, Oliver,”

“Felicity Smoak-Queen, you are perfect,”

“No, I'm not,”

“You are,”

“I'm not!”

“I will have this argument with you all night, you know? I can be extremely stubborn,”

“I know. But I just-”

“Felicity, listen to me. I truly do not care in the slightest whether or not you have abs. Trust me,”

“But would you like me more if I did?”

“I would like you more right now if you'd stop asking me questions like that. As though there's anything that could make me love you more than I already do. You're perfect. I love every single thing about you. You know that. You know how I feel about you. I married you. Remember?”

“I know. I remember,”

“Do you think that if I cared about you looking like one of those strippers you seem to be obsessed with that much that I would have still married you? Honestly?”

…

“Felicity?”

“Okay fine. Probably not. You would have just married an actual stripper,”

“Exactly,”

“You know? You could probably actually be a stripper if you wanted? I think you'd do a great job,”

“I wouldn’t want to take off my clothes in front of anyone who isn't you,”

“Good. I'm glad you like taking your clothes off in front of me. It's nice. Really nice,”

“Of course. Are you feeling better?”

“A little,”

“Have you stopped crying?”

“Almost,”

“Do you want me to come and pick you up still?”

“Yes. Please. I'm too drunk and my makeup is a mess now and I really just want to see you naked so I'll feel better,”

“I’m sorry, Felicity. There will be no nakedness if you're drunk,”

“Not even just like, a little bit?”

“Okay maybe a little bit. I'll take off my shirt and cuddle you,”

“But I don't just want a cuddle, Oliver. I just told you that you'd make a really great stripper and all you want to do is cuddle?”

…

“Why are you laughing? This isn't funny? Do I have to start crying again for you to give me what I want?”

“Even if you start crying again, it won't happen, I’m sorry,”

“Uggggggh do you have to be so nice and respectful all the time?!”

“Yes,”

“Fine. The shirtless cuddling will have to do. Can you please come and pick me up now?”

“I'm on my way,”

“Thank you,”

“I'm gonna stay on the phone with you until I get there, okay?”

“Okay,”

…

“Oliver?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for telling me I don't need abs,”

“You're welcome,”

“Thank you for marrying me, as well,”

“It was my pleasure,”

“Oliver?”

“Yes, Felicity?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

…

“Oliver?”

“Yes?”

“Please don't become a stripper,”

“I won't,”

“But you will strip for me one day, right? When I'm not drunk?”

“Okay,”

“Thanks… Oliver?”

“Yeah?”

I won't still be drunk tomorrow, will I?”

“Nope,”

“Good,”

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Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon week 6: Unintentional discovery

Words: 3083

Tags: Fluff, Humour, Domesticity, Slight Angst

Week 6 submission for the OHFAT hosted by @thebookjumper!

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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.

It was.

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.

F x

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?”

“Yeah,”

“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.”

Felicity smiled.

*

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?”

“Hmm?”

“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,

“Felicity?”

“Yeah?”

“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,”

“Anytime.”

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Camp NaNo Stats - Day 5

Target Word Count : 20000 Suggested Daily Goal: 646 Words Written Today: 951  Total Words Written: 4021  Words Remaining: 15979  Words Per Day To Finish On Time: 592  Your Average Per Day: 804  At This Rate You Will Finish On: July 25, 2017  

Favorite lines written today:

“If the press haven’t figure out yet, nobody will.” It wasn’t for lack of trying, though. In the last month, rumors of him getting married in Vegas with an unknown woman abounded. Unbelievably, no one in the media managed to find any proof. To tell the truth, he expected that some photos of them would make it to the first page of some tabloid, or the security video from the place they got married would end in the hands of TMZ. Oliver didn’t care much for what the sensationalist press throw at him; he was used to it. He had been worried about Felicity getting caught in the middle of the media frenzy that routinely came when the Queen family was involved in something, specially if it had to be with him. “We’re lucky with that.”

“Lucky? I’d say the magic this beauties made,” she says as she pauses in her typing to wiggle her fingers. Then Felicity continues what she’s doing. “Thank very much.”

Oliver’s jaw drops, hearing the revelation. His admiration for the woman in front of him grows by the second. “You?! You managed to wipe all the evidence and make as if we never were together in the casino... did you delete the security footage of the chapel where we got hitched?”

“It’s that judgment I’m hearing?” she asks looking at him over the rim of her spectacles. 

“No, I’m not judging you. Actually, I’m in awe.”

--A Series Of Unexpected Surprises (OHFAT prompt week 6) {Which is going to be posted late as usual}

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