THINGS I CANT RESIST

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So in Love - An Olicity short fic

sophie1973:

The lovely beautifulchaos-anumcara made this pretty fan art especially for this fic. Thank you Jen, you’re awesome :)

The song on which Felicity and Oliver are dancing (and the inspiration for this fic) is ‘Tenerife Sea’ by Ed Sheeran.

And should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need 


For some reason, Felicity has always thought that the day Oliver and her would acknowledge the feelings between them there would be heavy make out sessions – and more – against the salmon ladder/training dummy/her desk/whatever.

She never expected them to act like some Jane Austen’s book rejects.

Because that’s what the last few weeks have been about : subtle touches, lingering looks, knowing smiles, fingers brushing each other for no valid reason. His voice has that soft quality when he’s talking to her, and her eyes are brightening every time she looks at him.

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Felicity confusing Oliver (◡‿◡✿)

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asker
Consider this a formal request for the "whole nother story" that is Oliver moving into Felicity's bedroom. Loved the oneshot, it was so cute! I'd love to see it play out like that in S3.

allons-youwish:

a/n: i got several requests for a follow-up to this oneshot, so here you guys go! this one kinda got away from me …

keep the prompts coming!

T minus 365 days

"Come on, Oliver, let’s head home."

It’s been a long day, and after an even longer night of lost leads and no breaks, Felicity can see that her partner/roommate/friend/something is at the end of his tether. He strikes his punching bag relentlessly, and she can see that even after a full hour of nonstop aggression, his muscles are still tight and his nerves are still shot.

He freezes, however, when she speaks, breathing hard. She meets his gaze calmly, seeing the emotions dancing in his tired eyes.

Finally, he nods minutely.

"Home."

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asker
Hey! I gotta say I love your writing, so here's my prompt for you: Oliver is looking for a new place to live and Felicity is helping him, the lady showing them the apartment turns out to be one of Oliver one night stand before the island who was obsessed with him, so he pretend Felicity is his wife, maybe some kissing...

myherocomplex:

—Room For Two—

“Felicity Smoak?” a female voice—a strangely familiar female voice—asked upon entering the apartment, and the blood drained from his face when he saw the realtor with her gaze turned down to a clipboard.  She looked up then.  And her mouth fell open.  “Ollie!” she exclaimed.  “Oh my God, how are you?” she asked, crossing the room toward him and looking delighted.

Felicity looked at them both, confused.

“I didn’t know you were the client.  Did I get the names mixed up?” the woman asked anxiously, flipping through the paperwork desperately.  “I was sure it was a woman.”

“Uh, yeah.  Hi.  Felicity,” Felicity attempted to draw some—any—attention to herself, while trying to figure out what the odd expression passing over Oliver’s face meant.  Or why he was suddenly gripping her arm very tightly.  “Ow,” she muttered to him, but his grip didn’t loosen.

The woman finally noticed her.  She was still standing very much in Oliver’s personal space.  “Oh.  I see.  And…you are?”

“I’m—”

“She’s my wife!” Oliver announced, causing both Felicity and the realtor’s eyes to snap to him in shock.  Oliver wrapped an arm around Felicity, squeezing her into his side.  “Mrs. Queen.  That’s Felicity.”

“Your wife?” the realtor said in a strained, high-pitched voice, and the pencil she’d been coquettishly toying with in her fingers suddenly snapped in half by mistake.

Felicity stared at Oliver.  The realtor stared at him.  Felicity turned to stare at the realtor.

“I take it you two—”

“Know each other?” the realtor said.

“Delia is—”

“His ex.”

“—an old friend.”

“Friend?” she echoed incredulously, eyebrows shooting through the roof.

“Former…um…”

“Lover,” she supplied dourly.

“Er…yeah.  Delia stalked me for most of 2005.”

“Stalked you?  Excuse me!?”

“You camped out in my lawn—”

“So tell me, Ollie,” Delia ground out, looking at the clipboard again.  “If this woman is your wife, why is she listed as ‘Felicity Smoak’ on my paperwork?”

“It’s Felicity Smoak-Queen, actually,” Felicity finally came to Oliver’s rescue and actually felt his physical relief beside her.  She straightened her glasses and placed her arm around his waist.  “I made the appointment right before we eloped, and I’m still having trouble breaking the habit of signing my name the new way.”

“Elopement?”

“Yeah, well, CEO marries his Executive Assistant…not exactly something I felt like having all over the media.  So we’ve been keeping it pretty quiet.  But listen, we were here to look at apartments, right?  Time’s a-tickin’,” she joked pleasantly.

“Right,” Delia said, suddenly appearing to remember that she was, in fact, there on business.  “Well.  This particular unit fits everything you asked for.  Open floor plan.  Large windows.  Fire escape.  High-grade security system.  Large,” she ground out, “bedroom.”

Felicity blushed, embarrassed, and glanced at Oliver, whose face was red as well, although he had to give her credit.  She’d thought of everything.  “You owe me big time,” Felicity whispered to him at one point when she was sure Delia wasn’t listening, instead showing them the window that opened onto a fire escape.

Oliver gave her a sheepish look before Delia rounded on them.

“So, what do you think?” she asked, smiling through her teeth.  She obviously was ignoring Felicity’s presence altogether and looking only at Oliver.  “Great for two people.  Or one.  If things, you know, don’t work out.”

“Um, hi.  Standing right here,” Felicity waved her hand slightly.

Delia shrugged.  “Sorry, dear, but you know how these things are.  Divorce rates higher than ever and all.  I hope you had her sign a prenup, Ollie,” she added to him.  “Wouldn’t want anything tragic to happen.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, Delia,” Oliver said genially.  “If Felicity ever packs up and leaves, she’ll be getting all that matters anyway.  She’s got my heart for life.”  Felicity almost gagged at the sappy statement.  But then he followed it up with swift, fervent kiss to the lips, and suddenly she felt her face growing very hot, trying to cover her surprise at the action.  Oliver smirked at her expression, licking his lips and meeting her eyes deviously.

Delia’s mouth pursed.  “Right.  Well.  Like I said.  The place is versatile.  But there’s a few more options if you’d like to see them.”

“Oh, I think we’re good.  We—”

“We’re seeing them all,” Felicity said firmly.  She had spent way too much time researching places for them to stop after the first one just because Oliver had run into some crazy ex.

“Great,” Delia said with a strained smile.  “Well.  As you said.  Time’s ticking.  But I’ll give you a moment to discuss this place.  You can meet me downstairs.”  She fled the room.

“Your wife?” Felicity rounded on Oliver.

He scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.  “Umm…yeah, sorry.  Like I said.  She stalked me for most of 2005.  I panicked.”

Felicity just laughed.  “Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Queen.  I’ll play along.  But you owe me dinner.  Now come on,” she sighed.  She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the door.  “We are finding you the right apartment today if it kills me.”

Oliver grinned.  “Great.  So…by the way, you made us newlyweds.”

“And?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow at him.

His expression was devious.  “Newlyweds are hands-y.”  He winked and Felicity blushed from the tips of her ears right down to her toes as Oliver suddenly took the lead.  “And I’ll be expecting a little more effort on your part for the next kiss.”

“Next…?  You know maybe we should stick with this place!” Felicity said as he tugged her out the door.  “It’s nice!”

asker
I love your writing! How about, Felicity, confessing more about her family & her mother after the case that they are working on starting to bring some of her bad memories of her childhood back. :)

myherocomplex:

—Ten Times the Woman—

“Felicity, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Oliver crossed his arms and looked at her determinedly.

“It’s nothing, it’s just, I hate this place.”

He frowned.  “Casinos…I mean, you’re kind of in your element here, aren’t you?” he asked hesitantly, hoping it wasn’t the wrong thing to say.  “Not to…I just mean that the last time we crashed that underground casino, you were really on the ball,” he said encouragingly.  She had been, after all.  He still wondered where exactly Felicity had learned how to count cards.

“No, I know, this is just…more than I expected, I’m sorry,” she said, obviously distraught but trying very hard to pretend she was fine.  She shook her head.  “I’m sorry.  I’ll get it together.”

She started to move past him to head back into the casino, but Oliver’s hand shot out automatically to stop her.  Dragging her back he pulled her around to face him.  “Felicity.  You have nothing to be sorry for.  You’re doing fine.  I just want to make sure this isn’t too stressful for you.  We can call it in, come back another day with a new plan.”

She chuckled, though the laugh didn’t quite meet her eyes.  “Right,” she said.  “We’ve been trying to peg down this guy for months and this is the first time we’ve known for sure he was going to hit a place.  We’re not going home.  Not for me,” she said firmly, and he recognized the resolve in her eyes.

“Okay,” he said.  “But…are you sure you don’t want to tell me what’s going on?”

She licked her lips, not quite meeting his eyes.  “There’s a woman out there, a waitress…she reminds me of someone.”

Oliver searched her face and understanding donned on him.  “Your mother.”

She nodded, eyes shining tellingly.  “I hate my mother,” she said tightly.

“You mentioned that she was a waitress?  In Vegas?” Oliver asked, as if he didn’t remember exactly what Felicity had told him about her past.  Out of respect for her, he had never researched her family, beyond what he’d looked into when he first considered letting her join the team.  Even then, he’d only looked at recent years.  So when Felicity chose to reveal those small tidbits about her family, Oliver sat up and took notes.

She nodded.  “Yeah.  She was a real piece of work.  She’d slip stuff into guys drinks so she could rob them later.  That kind of thing.  Not really interested in hard work, my mother.”

“Ah.”

“Anyway, that woman out there…it’s not her, but she looks so much like her…for a second…I thought…I don’t know, it was stupid, but it got inside my head, and I’m sorry.  I just try really hard not to think about her.  Ever.”  She looked up at him, and his heart went out to her.  There were many sins and many crimes committed in this world, but surely the graves were the ones that hurt innocent people like Felicity Smoak.

Oliver cupped her cheek and she leaned into his hand closing her eyes.  “Hey,” he said gently.  “I understand.  Are you sure you’re good to go?  You don’t have to do this, like I said.”

She opened her eyes and nodded.  “Yeah.  I’m good,” she promised.  “Thanks, Oliver,” she hugged him.  That was getting more common, Felicity hugging him.  But it was still just as difficult for him as the first time.  It was so hard not to sweep him into her arms and crush her to him and never let go.  He had to restrain himself with her.  So, like always, he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her to him, offering the small amount of comfort he trusted himself to give.

He felt her sigh, like she knew what he was doing and it exasperated her on some small level.  And then she did something she hadn’t done before, that caught him completely off-guard.  She reached up on her toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting go.

She stepped back, opened her mouth to say something, when the door to the supply closet swung open, revealing Roy in a card-dealer’s tuxedo.  “Hey, what are you two doing in here?” he demanded.  “Playing seven minutes in Heaven or something?  Let’s roll.  The target just showed up.”

“Right!”  Felicity said, embarrassed but collecting herself.  “Let’s go!” she said, brushing past him to follow Roy.

Oliver’s hand caught hold of the tips of her fingers and she turned to look at him.  He gave her a small smile and leaned down to kiss her forehead.  “Felicity Smoak,” he said, “You are ten times the woman your mother could ever hope to be.  Don’t forget that.”

asker
You're killing me! I need a third part to the willpower drug prompt. lol. I will love you forever!

myherocomplex:

[Gladly accepting forever love and other forms of bribery in my inbox now. ;)  Here it is, though, part III.  I assumed this would be the final section, but I’ll admit I might be persuaded to do one final section if people want it.  Let me know!]

Read Part I Here.

Read Part II Here.

—Immediately and Without Thought Part III—

“Thanks, Barry,” Diggle said, accepting the case of antidote from Barry.

“We owe you one.”

“Hey, not a problem.  We had an issue with the same drug breaking out in Coast City.  So we stocked up on plenty of this stuff.  I just hope you guys have better luck than I did in getting to the source of the problem.”  He shook his head.  “Well!” he said more cheerfully.  “Gotta run!  See ya, gorgeous!” he added to Felicity, waving one second, gone the next.

Oliver rolled his eyes.  “Show off,” he grumbled.

“Now, now, Oliver,” Roy teased.  “He stayed on the other side of the room from her, just like we promised.”

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thecatbastet:

The great thing about Felicity showing up in the GA comic (lbr - the entire purpose of this effort will be to bring her in) is that the Olicity fandom can make a HUGE impact here.

Sales on GA average 23k/mo. With numbers like that, suddenly bringing in the Olicity fandom, even if a low percentage of us buy, will increase sales enormously. I think a 5k/mo increase is lowballing.

Plus, we know this is important, so we’re going to BUY not pirate.

Cannot. WAIT.

leaelizabethworld:

Tell it to the son of a bitch Dean!

leaelizabethworld:

Tell it to the son of a bitch Dean!

scratching

stilesism:

pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate

a/n: [sings the killers ‘how did end up like this it was only a kiss, it was only a kiss’] so this started out as a fluff thing but then it turned into smut somehow, i don’t understand. this wasn’t beta’d and english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.

rated m

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wolf-teeth:

SONGS TO FALL ASLEEP TO. ”I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” - Ernest Hemingway. 

» Download links: 1, 2» Listen on 8tracks» Play this in the background
Yayo - Lana Del ReyBoys Don’t Die - Rich JacquesLandfill - DaughterTo Build A Home - The Cinematic OrchestraNo Way Our - Rie SinclairTransatlanticism - Death Cab For CutieHeal For The Honey - Brooke WaggonerBookends - Simon & GarfunkelI Know Places - Lykke LiA Beautiful Mess - Jason MrazRiverside - Agnes ObelPlease Don’t Go - BarcelonaYou Are The Moon - The Hush SoundMake It Without You - Andrew BelleI Know You Care - Ellie GouldingBedshaped - Keane

wolf-teeth:

SONGS TO FALL ASLEEP TO. ”I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” - Ernest Hemingway

» Download links: 1, 2
» Listen on 8tracks
» Play this in the background

Yayo - Lana Del Rey
Boys Don’t Die - Rich Jacques
Landfill - Daughter
To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra
No Way Our - Rie Sinclair
Transatlanticism - Death Cab For Cutie
Heal For The Honey - Brooke Waggoner
Bookends - Simon & Garfunkel
I Know Places - Lykke Li
A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz
Riverside - Agnes Obel
Please Don’t Go - Barcelona
You Are The Moon - The Hush Sound
Make It Without You - Andrew Belle
I Know You Care - Ellie Goulding
Bedshaped - Keane

anchorsandmoons:

it works.  

anchorsandmoons:

it works.  

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mydarkenedeyes:

Pablo Peixoto - Studies (2011)