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hope-for-olicity · 4 years

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Leaves of Change 9/31

Felicity Smoak returns to her small hometown of Silver Lake just in time for the Harvest Fest, she came home to get grounding and figure out what she wants to do next the last thing she expected was that she’d want to stay.

Happy Belated Birthday to my dear friend @stephswims! This one is for you! Thanks so much to @mel-loves-all for the truly stunning edit. Also full disclosure, I’m Canadian so Thanksgiving will be October.

Each chapter will follow a Fictober prompt, I can’t guarantee that I’ll post daily like last year but I will post regularly. I hope you enjoy. This and all other chapters of the story are also available on AO3.

9. “There is a certain taste to it.”

Felicity had come to the cafe early at her friend’s request. The coffee shop wasn’t even opened when Felicity arrived, she’d tapped on the door to get Caitlin to let her in.

Caitlin opened the door, greeting Felicity with a “spill girl. I need to know all,” before looking at Felicity’s outfit, sighing loudly, “those AREN’T the same clothes you had on yesterday. Where did that oversized coat come from? Are you wearing Oliver’s coat?”

Felicity smiled. “Caffeinate me and you will learn all.”

Caitlin quickly poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Felicity could not stop herself from sighing with joy at her first sip of coffee.

Caitlin drummed her fingers on the counter waiting for Felicity to tell her all about her date with Oliver Queen. “Well?”

“There is a certain taste to it.” Felicity sighed.

“Felicity! I know how you feel about coffee, particularly my coffee but I want the details on Oliver, you know your date?!”

“I was talking about my date.” Felicity blushed. “There is a certain taste to the most delightful kiss EVER. And if you tell him I said that I will kill you. Remember, I know where you sleep.”

“So the kissing was good?! I knew it! He looks like a good kisser and when we were in high school….but that was a long time ago and he seems to have become a one-woman man. You are the first woman he’s courted in quite some time.”

“Courted? Caitlin, it was a date - doesn’t courting mean multiple dates, like more than one?”

“You mean you don’t think it will happen again? How did things end last night? What happened besides the kissing?” Caitlin was bubbling over with excitement.

“Well, my head is still spinning from the kissing. There was also a really cool band and the food was good. Plus, it was nice just to sit by the fire. Cozy, you know? And this,” Felicity looked down at the coat she was wearing, “is Oliver’s coat.”

“Aww, Felicity Smoak you are making my heart melt. When do you see him again?”

“I don’t know...truthfully, I keep doubting if I should be doing this at all. I’m leaving. But then he kissed me…” Felicity sighed.

“And you like him.” Caitlin prompted.

Felicity nodded. “I do and I was starting to doubt if I would like someone again. Like maybe I was broken in that regard. So liking him at least confirms I can. So that’s good…” Felicity looked away realizing she had revealed more of herself than intended.

Caitlin from behind the counter to give her friend a big hug. “It hurts me to think you thought that of yourself. I’m glad you figured out it wasn’t true. Oliver is one lucky guy.”

~~~~~

Oliver spent the morning with his mother and sister. They did a once a month brunch at his mother’s and the women in his life were showing a great deal of interest regarding his relationship with Felicity. So far, he managed to keep his answers minimal.

“Well, you are just going to have to find a way to keep her here. I know her mother would love it and she’s had her experience in the big city, it’s time to settle down.” Moria took a sip of her coffee.

“Woah, did you really just say that? It’s 2019 Mom! Felicity does not need to settle down. If she wants to focus on her career that it is her choice and I support her fully. I don’t expect her to give up her life to be with me, nor should I.” Oliver felt steam coming out of his ears. He knew he might be overreacting a little, but no, Felicity deserved whatever future she wanted. “Besides, she may never want to settle down as you call it.” Oliver stood thinking he should just get out of here.

“Okay, let’s all take a step back.” Thea, ever the peacemaker stepped in. She turned to her mother. “Oliver is right, whether Felicity settles down or not is completely her choice.” She then turned to her brother, “your defence of her only makes me hope she stays more! I get it, you don’t want to pressure her. But the fact that you want to put her needs before your own, shows just how much you care. Mom may have phrased it poorly but she just hopes things work out with the two of you. Team Olicity all the way!”

“Thea, it was one kiss! Let’s not overreact. This could be a…” Oliver motioned with his hands.

“Fling?” Thea finished for him.

Oliver nodded.

“Maybe for her but THIS is not a fling for you. Oliver, I know you. I’ve seen you with your flings, remember. Felicity Smoak is not a fling for you. You have heart eyes!!”

“Okay, I appreciate your support,” Oliver looked at his mother and sister, “but I need you to back off. Felicity and I went on one sort of date. The last thing I want to do is scare her off before she agrees to a second. If you leave me alone, I promise I will update you on anything I think you need to know.” Oliver felt like he was being reasonable. “Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Thea nodded, “but..”

Oliver cut her off, “no buts, she two should simply agree.”

“Agreed.” Moria nodded. “Oliver, I really am happy for you. Let me know if you want me to help in any way.”

“Thank you but it won’t be necessary. Now I need to go home and do some work.” Oliver began walking to do the door.

“Go Jets!” Thea yelled out behind him. They all knew there would be some football watching as well.

~~~~~

Felicity arrived home from her chat with Caitlin to face her mother. She could see her mother also wanted an update by the way she bounced to greet her when she walked in the door.

“I promise to fill you in, I’m just starving.”

“Good, I just popped a pizza into the oven. I figured we could eat it while we watched the game.” Donna smiled as she took Felicity’s coat. “Oliver’s?”

“Yes, I don’t have a warm coat here.” Felicity walked away from her mother before facing any more questions.

The timer went off as Felicity entered the kitchen/living area of her mother’s place.

“I’ll get that hun, you just get us set up with pillows and blankets. I have high hopes for our Jets today.”

Felicity chuckled. “You always have high hopes, Mom. But today might be our day.” Watching football games with her Mom was something she missed when she moved away. By living in New York she was able to send home lots of Jets gear. They usually texted during the games when she lived away but now, they were watching them together.

Felicity set up their comfy area. “I’ll grab us some Diet Cokes and we are ready for kick-off.”

They had just settled in, the Jets won the coin toss and deferred to the second half. They were kicking off the ball when her mother turned to her. “So, were the kisses good enough to stay?”

“Mom! It was one night!”

“I know but you can’t blame a mother for hoping.”

What Felicity didn’t say was even without the kisses she couldn’t deny that she starting to look for a reason to stay.

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uselessnocturnal · 6 years

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Starstruck

karivarry | for @temmie-loony

summary; Oliver has two huge secrets. The first (which is sadly not as well kept as he would have liked) is that he’s the Green Arrow. His second secret, one that he would take to his grave if he could help it but he loves Barry and Kara so goddamn much that they would have found out eventually is this:

Oliver Queen is the biggest romantic.

Meaning that just because Kara and Barry had already proposed to Oliver in what he'd jokingly refer to as the chocolate cake disaster, didn't mean Oliver wasn't going to whisk his partners away for his own special surprise.

notes; This is a special (belated) birthday gift for our biggest karivarry fic contributor - the one and only who I’ve the best time talking to shared some of the best conversations with :) Fun fact: This is kinda low-key based on that one time I snuck out of the boarding house to go star gazing with my friends!

read it on ao3 here

Oliver has two huge secrets. The first (which is sadly not as well kept as he would have liked) is that he’s the Green Arrow. Yes, Oliver Queen likes to don green leather every night and go around saving the city by beating up criminals. At this point, he doesn’t care that so many people know about his secret identity (so long as he trusts them) because ultimately, it makes him stronger. Plus, the unkept secret lead to him meeting the best people in his life - Barry and Kara. There was no question that he may not have made the best first impression on either one of them, considering how he had strangled Barry after he’d just saved Oliver and somehow managed to make Kara ‘sunshine’ Danvers grumpy within the first few minutes of meeting her. Scratch his first statement; he definitely screwed up his introductions with his partners. And yet, the three of them just work.

Their relationship amazes their friends because of the number of ways it could go wrong. Even Oliver, as he lounges on the couch with Kara tucked into his side and Barry curled up on his lap, takes a mental step back to evaluate their relationship and is just slightly dumbstruck by how incredibly happy they all are together.

Leading to his second secret, one that he would take to his grave if he could help it but he loves Barry and Kara so goddamn much that they would have found out eventually.

Oliver Queen is the biggest romantic.

Most would assume Barry would be the one turning up unexpectedly at their work places to make them smile or Kara to force the others to leave their work and go on an actual date (which they actually do). But it’s really Oliver who drops quick texts to his boyfriend and girlfriend every now and then or drags them all to someone’s house for a quiet night together. He’s the mastermind behind their best dates and all three of them know it. He’s the kind of man to remember stupid things like the anniversary of their first date or the first time they were all together and send them flowers to celebrate it.

It’s an affectionate side of Oliver rarely shown to the rest of the world that Barry loves to tease him about, even though the other man can barely hide his own flush of joy whenever Oliver does something like this.

So of course, Oliver has something incredibly elaborate and perfectly romantic planned with Thea to propose to Barry and Kara. Something definitely better than the chocolate cake proposal he’d joke to Thea whilst the fondness in his eyes as he played with his ring told her that it had been anything but a disaster.

He’d bought (yes, bought) a cozy cottage on the outskirts of Coast City - away from both cities and an interdimensional extrapolator and, thus, being called for vigilantism. The rings were safely kept away in a velvet box which he kept on him at all times (so maybe not so safely) and Oliver planned to drive them over that weekend. Even though they had already proposed to him, there was no way Oliver was going to cancel his plans.

He had no choice but to propose to them again (needless to say, he was very excited)

Oliver should have remembered how excitable his boyfriend and girlfriend are. When he tells them that he’s taking them for the weekend, Kara’s eyes light up as she jumps on Oliver’s back and Barry throws his arms around the man and plants a kiss on his cheeks. Everything about the situation makes Oliver’s heart melt and he questions how he could have tried to stop himself from loving when there’s Barry and Kara in the world.

The two are like puppies (Barry would be a beagle and Kara a golden retriever), refusing to leave his side until he gives up where are we going? Ollie, tell us please to which he shakes his head firmly, trying so so hard not to let a smile creep across his face and give away how happy he is to be with them (he fails)

Somehow, he makes it to the weekend without breaking under Barry’s pouting and Kara’s big doe eyes - they tried to seduce him into telling them for goodness sake!

Getting the two into the car...easier said than done. It’s not that he forgot that his boyfriend is a speedster who just runs wherever he needed and his girlfriend is an alien who can fly but he forgot the impatience that came with it. He’s used to driving up a few seconds after them, his motorcycle roaring to a stop and reminding them, super speed - I don’t have it so they’d turn to him with a sheepish grin.

“Ollie, if you’d just tell us where it is I could run over and Kara could fly you over?” Barry suggests, trying to dig information out of his boyfriend though he knows it’s pointless.

Oliver shuts him up with a kiss and they clamber into the car, Barry fake-grumbling in the passenger seat and Kara bouncing in the back because this is gonna be so fun! It’s our first road trip! The line perks Barry up a lot more and he turns around to fight with Kara over music.

The road trip is the best any of them had ever had. There was something about being on the road with the people you loved, having the car filled with laughter and singing and endless complaints of hunger that made the two hour trip a lot shorter and before long, Oliver finds himself parking a short distance away from the cottage.

The suns just starting to set as Oliver leads his blindfolded partners through the greenery. They’ve got both hands on a shoulder each because neither of them have the grace and poise you’d expect and Barry keeps tripping over everything, including Kara and Oliver, so he needs the extra stability (and who’s to say he doesn’t appreciate the extra contact anyway). The walk is a comfortable sort of quiet broken only by Oliver’s warnings, the occasional gasp followed by a giggle. He stops suddenly in front of the house, causing the two to trip into him.

“O-liv-er!” Kara whines as Barry’s arm goes flailing and hits her in the face and they stumble to a stop.

Oliver tries to hide a soft chuckle and turns to face them, leaving them slightly stunned at the sudden emptiness.

“Okay, you can look now,” he breathes, heart pounding with the hope that they’ll like it.

Kara undoes her blindfold first, practically ripping it off whilst Barry struggles a bit, before pulling it away with a triumphant sound, looking smugly at his partners before laying eyes on the cottage.

“There’s a really weak reception in this area and I thought it would be nice to have somewhere we can get away from everyone else,” Oliver starts, “so I bought the cottage and– oomph”

There’s a lot of squealing and breathless ‘I love you’s from Kara as she literally flies into Oliver, a bundle of joy peppering his face with kisses. It looks like something out of a fairytale and it’s everything she’s ever dreamed of having with its thatched roof and roses creeping along the walls in the middle of a clearing surrounded by forest. Barry’s equally in awe, not to Kara’s extent, but he joins in on their little human pile, smothering Oliver who’s laughing and kissing them both until the three of them are just exhausted and they kind of just lay contently on the grass together in silence, watching the purple-orange sky change colour as the sun sinks behind the trees.

It’s so incredibly peaceful and they’re all just so happy to be together when it isn’t a crisis or they aren’t on call. Oliver lies in the middle as the two roll off him and lie on either side, fingers all intertwined and Barry and Kara’s hands resting on Oliver’s chest. It’s a moment that they would want to freeze and treasure forever.

Oliver’s the first to push himself off the grass, breaking through Kara and Barry’s linked hands, ignoring their quiet protests.

“C’mon,” he gestures to the cottage, rolling his eyes when they don’t move, “there’s food inside.”

The two are up in an instant (in a flash, the Barry in Oliver’s head whispers), Barry lifting Oliver’s left hand up to brush his lips across the knuckle where his ring rests and Kara reaching up on tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on Oliver’s cheek.

Oliver doesn’t even try to hide the bright blush creeping across his cheeks as he leads his partners into the cottage.

He can hear Barry and Kara’s quiet but sharp intake of breath as they step through the door, admiring the interior. It’s simple but spacious. There’s a large enough sofa for the three of them opposite a fireplace and in front of a coffee table. Already, Oliver has bought some of their favourite movies (musicals for Kara and Barry and Die Hard for him), which are neatly piled up next to a modest-looking TV. Another door leads to a single bedroom with a king-sized bed.

“Oooh, Ollie, we’re all sleeping in the same bed? Scandalous!” “Barry, we’re engaged.”

The kitchen is just a row of counters, an oven, a stove and a fridge but it’s still lovely and definitely what excites Kara the most because she can’t wait for Oliver and Barry to make a bunch of home-cooked meals.

“Did you do this all by yourself, Oliver?” Kara wonders.

“No…” Oliver admits sheepishly, “Thea designed most of it.” Barry snorts, drawing an indignant look from Oliver that prompts him to divert the conversation.

“You said something about food?” Barry asks hopefully, Kara looking equally starved as well. Oliver lets a fond smile cross his face – honestly, feeding these two is like feeding an entire army – and directs their attention to the multiple already full picnic baskets sitting somewhat innocently on the dining table.

Kara lets out another squeal of excitement and immediately begins loading Oliver and Barry up with baskets.

A wide smile stretches across her face as she turns, empty-handed, towards her struggling boyfriends, “outside?”

Oliver grunts out a yes and rushes to stop her from leaving without them. “Kara, honey, slow down.”

Her green eyes seem to dim a little but don’t lose any of its excitement and she shares an embarrassed smile with him.

When he steps through the door, it’s already nightfall, the sky a lovely blanket of darkness and the air is crisp and fresh. He can just about make out the stars and he thanks whatever deity watching over them for the clear weather.

Gesturing (as well as he can whilst carrying three massive picnic baskets) to the others to follow, he leads them to a little spot at the back of the cottage.

He can hear Barry’s sharp intake of breath and the small squeak that escapes Kara as they lay their eyes on the picnic area Oliver has laid out for them.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you Ollie?” A soft smile crosses Barry’s face as he bumps his shoulder against his.

Oliver can’t stop his one of his rare toothy grins from decorating his face. Seeing his partners - his soulmates - so happy and knowing that he is the cause for they're joy is not an emotion he can hide.

It’s honestly quite a simple set up. A large red and white checkered mat (a table wouldn’t fit all the food) is laid out on a clear patch of grass with one of those metal lanterns that Oliver knows Kara adores in the middle. Three sets of plates and cutlery - not the cheap plastic ones but dainty porcelain china plates - have already been laid out so they lounge on the mat and start unpacking the picnic basket.

There’s all sorts of food in there. A few sushi platters (sped into the country by Wally), giant pizzas with a strange variety of toppings, lasagna (Kara’s favourite), macaroni and cheese (Barry’s favourite) and Big Belly Burger because Oliver knows that a hungry speedster and alien will polish off all his homemade food without difficulty and will still want more. And to top it off, he has Alex’s homemade chocolate pecan pie which is definitely their favourite dessert. (Don’t even ask Oliver how he managed to persuade Alex to bake for them - he’s terrified of the woman)

It’s the most bizarre combination of cuisines but Barry and Kara love it and dig in without prompting.

Oliver’s full soon after his second helping of pie - not exactly an unusual feeling for him, he ponders as he watches his partners continue to devour the food, he doesn’t even want to know where it all goes. He continues to steal a slice of pizza every now and then but opts for mostly just talking to his boyfriend and girlfriend.

No matter how date nights they plan, very few actually happen (what with saving the world and all that) and they rarely do get to just enjoy each others company alone. So that’s what Oliver does. He basks in their light-hearted conversation and thrives in their laughter. He only wishes they could do this more often.

“Oh my Rao!” Kara scrambles to her feet, chocolate pecan pie forgotten, and points towards a seemingly random spot amongst the stars.

“What? What is it?” Barry asks eagerly - rising to join her and stare at the sky.

“I saw a shooting star!”

“Of course!” Barry exclaims in the it’s-science-stuff voice that Oliver and Kara think is adorable, “I read somewhere that there was going to be a meteor shower tonight! It’s so great that we can see it from here!”

And as though called upon, a bright dot streaks across the sky trailing light behind it. It’s the

Oliver, still seated, tears his gaze from the incredible display, fingers drifting towards the little velvet box in his pocket.

“Did you make a wish?” He asks them quietly, not wanting to distract them. They shake their heads mutely, mouth still slightly agape in awe.

“We should make one,” he blurts out, realising just how cheesy it sounds even though he had planned this and oh God his cheeks are on fire thank goodness for the dark, “We should close our eyes and make a wish.”

Kara and Barry pay no attention to Oliver’s flaming face and humour him because a) they’re the best girlfriend and boyfriend in the multiverse and b) they’re actual children and probably would have done it anyway.

As soon as their eyes close, Oliver moves. Barry, he notices, scrunches up his nose and pinches his lips as he wishes and it takes all of Oliver’s willpower not to kiss the man there and then. Kara is a lot more peaceful, her eyes soft and relaxed with a slight smile on her face and Oliver is reminded of just how beautiful she is.

They finish making their wish at the same time (thank God, Oliver would not know what to do if one of them had opened their eyes before the other).

Their eyes flutter open and as soon as they snap to Oliver they freeze. Kara raise her hands to her mouth and Barry is biting his lips and trying so hard not to cry.

Oliver has one knee on the grass in front of them, a wide smile (with teeth!) beaming up at them, a velvet box open and presenting Barry and Kara with two simple, silver rings inside them.

“Barry Allen and Kara Danvers,” he starts, swallowing the lump in his throat, “We definitely did not meet under normal circumstances. And neither did we get off on the right foot at first” he lets out a quiet chuckle, “But being with you makes me the happiest man alive and I want to spend the rest of my life with that happiness - with you.”

“I know you’ve already proposed to me with the chocolate cake,” a wet laugh escapes the two, “but I guess I wanted to ask anyway: Will you marry me?”

Barry cries.

Kara is close.

It’s not even a question - Kara is bobbing her head so frantically Oliver worries it might fall off and Barry is tumbling over his words (yes, ollie, of course, yes). After Oliver slides the rings on both their ring fingers and stands, the two pull him into a tight embrace.

“I love you so much.” Oliver sighs, his breath tickling their neck. He can feel their smile just like he can feel Kara’s pounding heart and Barry’s tears as they pull away and kiss him on both cheeks at the same time.

He’s so happy one of those soaring meteors could wipe out the universe and he wouldn’t even care as long as he was with Kara and Barry.

It’s a series of returned kisses and I love yous as they tumble back onto the grass, tangled limbs and cuddles until they settle on the grass to admire the last of the meteor showers.

“I can’t believe you planned this whole thing and Kara and I couldn’t even bake right.”

Barry muses, breaking the silence and jarring the other two out of their tranquil state, his joking tone eliciting a long breath like a laugh from Oliver and making Kara giggle and push herself up. Before the two can bring themselves to their feet, there’s a whoosh of air and the ground disappears.

It’s a comical sight to behold. Oliver’s eyes widen as he grabs the nearest thing to stop him from falling off…Kara’s back? He takes a peek over her shoulder to meet Barry’s equally confused eyes from his position in Kara’s arms.

Kara, on the other hand, is grinning like a child on Christmas. In her arms she carries Barry bridal-style and somehow managed to force Oliver onto her back so it looks like her boyfriends are koalas with attachment issues.

The two don’t even begin to question the how instead marvelling at the oh God, our girlfriend is strong. Barry lounges in Kara’s arms, laughing at Oliver’s slightly panicked and flushed expression from his piggybacked position.

“Kara, what the hell,” Oliver grumbles, not really annoyed but definitely a bit embarrassed. His girlfriend shrugs her shoulders somewhat innocently, rocking their very fragile balance and Oliver almost yelps, tightening his legs around her waist.

“God, if only someone could take a photo of us,” Barry moans as Kara starts to walk towards the cottage, staggering slightly as she adjusts to the extra weight.

Oliver shakes his head dragging out a ‘noooo’ even as he smiles against Kara’s neck, face hidden by her golden hair.

They sort of trip back into the cottage and Kara just throws Barry a good thirty feet onto the bed, barely giving him time to recover when she drops Oliver onto Barry so the older man is lying across Barry’s stomach. Kara, satisfied with her handiwork, perches herself at the bottom corner of the bed parallel to Oliver’s legs. Barry is groaning beneath him, threatening to push Oliver off the bed which Oliver chooses to ignore in favour of propping himself up to kiss Kara who watches them in fond exasperation.

And then there’s a sharp poke in his side and he jerks away from Kara and away from his attacker and lands on the wooden floor with a thump. Oliver sits there half-stunned, Kara staring down at him with her eyebrows scrunched in a mix of hurt and confusion and then there’s Barry who has pushed himself up against the headboard smugly looking down at Oliver.

“Wha-what happened? Where’d my kiss go?” Kara asks, stifling a laugh at Oliver’s awkward position on the floor.

“I poked him,” Barry declares gleefully.

“And it hurt,” Oliver grounds out the lie. Turns out, Oliver has a third secret: He’s very, very ticklish.

“I barely touched you! Unless…” Barry’s voice trails off and his smile somehow grows. He shares a practically evil look with Kara who seems to catch on almost immediately and her own mischievous smirk makes an appearance.

Sometimes he swears these two can read each others minds and he’s pretty sure that’s not in either of the super power list,

“Ollie…are you ticklish?” Kara draws out playfully, knowing full well the answer considering the terrifying grin on her face.

Oliver shakes his head almost frantically but it’s no use and he doesn’t get the chance to get any words out when Kara pounces on him. Her fingers are wriggling against his sides and he can’t stop laughing as he tries to push her away.

Just as he thinks he’s succeeded, Barry joins them on the floor, finding that spot with ease and using it to bring Oliver to tears of laughter. Kara laughs excitedly at the discovery and attacks without mercy so Oliver is curling into himself, trying to squirm away from them, weakly protesting against this particular form of attack.

Somehow Oliver works up the courage to move his arms, leaving his sides unguarded but giving him a chance to attack them blindly. It takes a couple of tries but Kara is brought down first (just because she’s invulnerable doesn’t mean she doesn’t have nerves), collapsing into peals of laughter – caught between protecting herself and tickling Oliver. Barry’s harder to take down with his speed. It’s not as hard, Oliver finds out, if he temporarily teams up with Kara, letting her jump onto Barry and pin him down so Oliver can serve up the ultimate revenge tickle.

They’re an absolute giggling mess, sprawled across the bedroom floor, slightly disheveled and full of breathless mirth occasionally interrupted by a shriek. And they’re happy.

In this moment, nothing else matters: joy comes easily and laughter is effortless and Oliver and Barry and Kara finally get to enjoy a moment of pure bliss.

#whew that was #fluff #a lot of it #karivarry #superflarrow #Barry allen #Oliver queen #kara danvers #fanfic #stargazing #mini road trip #I tried my best #there's not angst!#lyss writes #arrowverse is whack

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love-with-you-i-have-everything · 6 years

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that’s our kind of love

A little belated birthday gift for @happilyswanjones! Happy birthday!! Also congratulations on getting me to write my first Arrow fic, it needed to happen anyways :)

William Clayton had grown up with a pretty good idea of what love was.

Love was his mom being there to tuck him into bed every night and waking him up with pancakes every morning.

Love was the way they would have movie nights every Friday, watching Star Wars and superhero movies over and over again.

Love was when he would see his mom for the first time after a school camp and would go leaping into her arms for the biggest hug ever.

But one man changed that, took all the love William had ever known away from him. Just like that.

For a long time, a dark time, after that, William forgot what love looked like. What it felt like. Only one person, the one he was supposed to love, was left.

But he didn’t love Oliver Queen.

He was the reason the bad man killed his mom, he just knew it. He couldn’t bare to love him, even tolerate him. In his eyes, that crime was unforgivable.

William thought nothing could redeem his father. How could it? He had no idea what love was. If he did, he would have saved his mom, superhero or not.

But then a woman came over to help him with math homework, and in that instant, he knew he’d been wrong. Oliver Queen did understand love.

Because the way he looked that Felicity Smoak…that was something different, like nothing he’d ever seen before.

That was love. Right in front of his eyes.

So, when she started staying over, when his dad proposed, when they got married and were ready to live happily ever after, William changed, too. He thought maybe, maybe, he could love them too.

Oliver Queen had a fickle relationship with love.

His parents had always had it, to some degree. Once he would have said it was the truest love he’d ever seen. Until he’d learnt about Malcom, all those years later.

He’d had it, once, early on, with Laurel. But it wasn’t enough. Maybe it was to rebel against his parents’ example, maybe it was just him. But then came Sara, and all the others.

He loved Speedy, though. That was certain.

When his father sacrificed himself, shot himself in the temple in order to endure Oliver’s survival, he knew in that moment, that sort of love was something he’d never understand.

Then came the island, cold and dark, not a place any self-respecting person would look for love.

(Oliver Queen was many things, but self-respecting was not at the top of the list.)

He loved Shado for a time, until she was killed. They were always taken away, that was the catch. Even years later, his mother was gone, his father was gone, Sara was gone. Before long, he’d seen Laurel and Thea gone.

But since getting off the island, there’d been one person, always and constantly standing by his side. The I.T girl with the red pen, who saw through his lies without a second thought, but did what he asked anyway. She trusted him, with no real reason to. And before long, he started trusting her too.

They were partners, allies, a team. Respect and trust started being a staple in their relationship, and as time went on, so did love.

Her loved her. He knew with all his heart that his life would only get better with her in it. She was the light, the bright spot of happiness in his otherwise dark life. It took them some time, too much time, really, but it was worth it. Every goddamn minute.

He didn’t expect to be a father so soon. He’d let himself dream about it before, first with Laurel, then with Sara, even during those few months of peace with Felicity.

But then came that one visit to Central City, and the boy with the Flash action figure.

William.

He’d known it as soon as he’d seen the boy, when he saw Samantha for the first time in years. He was his.

It was only through tragic circumstances that William became part of this life, but Oliver was thankful nonetheless. He loved the boy, even if the boy didn’t love him back.

When Chase kidnapped William, held a gun to his head, Oliver started to understand that love he saw in his father’s eyes, all those years ago in the exact same spot. The love that meant sacrifice, the fact that he would have done anything, anything, to save him.

But they still weren’t a family. Not until he saw his son and Felicity doing homework, baking cookies (which she’d claimed was the same thing), playing video games; seeing them together, the happiness that was finally in his life, that was what love was, almost as if it was a palpable thing.

Maybe he’d lost people he loved, but he had so many still here.

Love was a thing of fiction in Felicity Smoke’s early life. All she had was her mom, who granted, loved her enough, and a deadbeat dad who ran off and left them when she was young.

Love didn’t exist.

When she met Cooper in college, she though, maybe. Maybe somehow, in her messed up, empty life, there was room for something as least resembling love. They understood each other when no one else did, as if they spoke their own special language. They planned to save the world together, changing the city, one hack at a time.

She’d cursed herself for being so stupid.

He left, just like her dad, and for years afterwards, she tried to blend in. No one really saw her, a quiet I.T girl in a big company. She was just a face.

Until one face picked her out and handed her a bullet-ridden laptop.

She knew who Oliver Queen was, everyone did. News spread, not only of his dance with death, but also of his reputation.

She’d had to admit, that didn’t match up with the man she was seeing in front of her.

She trusted him, much to her horror. She’d never fully trusted anyone in a long time. But then he trusted her with what was perhaps the biggest secret of their lives.

And she let it take over her life. Let him take over. Felicity knew what was coming, could feel it happening.

She was falling in love with the Green Arrow. Oliver Queen. Whoever.

The one thing she’d sworn never to let herself do, and she was diving in head first. It killed her for a while, seeing him oblivious, with Laurel or Sara. But even he couldn’t remain blind forever.

A few times, she tricked herself into believing he felt the same. But then, after a while, a long while, something funny happened.

He told her he did.

It wasn’t a smooth ride, assassins and magical villains getting in the way at every turn. But somehow, somehow, they’d survived it.

Felicity may not have believed in love, but the multiverse was making it damn near impossible to maintain that disbelief.

Finding out Oliver had a son was a big hit. She was mad, for a long time.

But then she met the kid, met his mother, saw how Oliver cared, and everything made sense. When Samantha died, she was selfish. Started imagining a life with not only Oliver, but William too: pancakes for breakfast, movie nights, the works.

She set herself for disappointment, but it didn’t come.

Before she could blink, she was launched into this world of field trips and lunches, homework and video games. It made it harder, being a parent, to comprehend how her father could have up and left, no matter what threat was looming over him.

She’d told Oliver once that he’d opened up her heart in a way she didn’t know was possible. That couldn’t have been more accurate.

“Dad, you need to get better at this, you’re not even competition anymore,” William complained, throwing his controller beside him on the couch, “I’ll have to wait for Felicity to get back.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t spend my teenagers years glued to a PlayStation!” Oliver defended, following his son’s lead at tossing the controller away.

They heard Felicity’s voice even before the door opened, “Yes, what did you do in your teenage years, my love?”

Smirking as his wife turned the corner and entered the room, he felt his body lighten just a little bit.

“Yeah, dad. What’d you do for fun, shoot arrows around the house?” William shot back, sitting up a little straighter.

“See, Oliver. Inquiring minds want to know.” Felicity teased, perching on the side of the couch near William. The ease they had around each other, anyone could have thought they’d been around each other for years.

Felicity raised a brow at him, clearly interested to hear his response. They both knew for certain that his habits as a teenager were not suitable for young ears.

“I listened to my mom and dad and did whatever they told me,” he replied, tossing a pillow towards his son. Both Felicity and William snorted.

“What, you don’t believe me?” he asked, mock hurt in his voice.

“Nope,” William said quickly, voice flat.

“Not a chance,” Felicity added, the two of them preparing for a high five at the sight of Oliver’s face. Rising from his spot on the couch, he moved slowly towards the two of them, eyes shifting from one to the other before they landed on his wife.

Without warning, he reached one hand under her knees and the other around her shoulders, hoisting her up and carrying her around the living room between explosions of laughter and giggles. After many kicks (and probably bruises), Oliver dropped her back onto the couch, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips.

“Urgh, you guys are gross,” William complained, covering his eyes with the pillow his dad had so affectionately tossed at him minutes earlier.

“Oh, you hear that, Oliver? We’re gross.”

“Good,” Oliver replied, leaning down for more. Upon hearing more groans from his teenage son, he straightened and made his way to the kitchen, returning, much to the delight of Felicity and William, both of whom had a sweet tooth, with the cookies he’d picked up from the store on his way home.

They had already picked up the video game where Oliver had left off.

He smiled, watching the two of them from behind, desperate to capture that moment forever.

Later that night, after William had passes out on the couch and Oliver and Felicity moved him into bed, the tiniest little sound escaped from his lips.

“I love you, guys.”

Oliver smiled down at his son. He leant down to press a kiss to his forehead, then moved to wrap an arm around Felicity’s waist, doing the same.

“We love you, too.”

#olicity #domestic olicity #arrow #olicity x william #happy birthday!#family feels #mywriting

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highwarlockkareena · 7 years

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Birth??? Happy birthday kareena!!!!(or am i late and its belated?? I hope u have/had a great day u deserve it and more 💙💙💙💙❤❤❤💜💜💜💜

nooo you’re not late, thea, it’s today! thank you so much! you’re too kind, i’ll try and have as much fun as a wednesday can hold. i hope you have a great day too!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

#birthday 2017 #the keep #fave #thank you so much #mrspotterblack05

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laurelwinchester · 7 years

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DEAN/LAUREL FOR THE MEME!

Paging goshutuplucifer because you also sent me D/L for this meme.

who hogs the duvet: Laurel. She is always cold and she tosses and turns in her sleep, which means she usually wakes up all tangled in the blankets. Dean tends to run hot anyway so he doesn’t really care about the lack of blankets but she always feels so guilty when sees that she’s stolen all the covers so when she inevitably wakes up before him, she carefully covers him up and lets him sleep in.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: They both do this a lot. However, neither one of them actually say outright that they’re texting to check in so they just send each other texts about dinner or grocery lists or random things about their day. If one of them is out of town - if he’s on a case or she’s off working with the Justice League - they kind of up their check in texts. Occasionally, one of them will bluntly send a text that says something like yo, babe, you still alive???? Especially if it’s been over 24 hours since the last check in. But most of the time, they try to be lowkey in their worrying.

She’ll send him selfies of her expression while she’s stuck listening to Oliver or Bruce drone on in meetings just to let him know she’s still alive and uninjured. Or she’ll try to start conversations by texting him random things like Kara says hi and she’s sending me home with Eliza’s recipe for sweet potato pie or Helena’s in a mood today. She keeps threatening to “dickpunch” Ollie. Has she talked to you at all?

Meanwhile, when Dean wants her to know that he’s okay or when he’s fishing for a response to let him know she’s not dead, he just sends her a lot of pictures of random birds all with the caption is this u?

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: Okay, so, Laurel’s grandmother had this really ornate jewelry box that had been in the family for generations. Laurel absolutely loved that thing. She’d admired it since she was a kid. It was so beautiful. It was supposed to be passed down to Dinah but when Beatrice saw how much Laurel loved it, she planned to give it to her. But when Bea and Richard moved from their house into the nursing home, it was broken in the move. A couple of years later, Dean had the box recreated and gave it to Laurel on her birthday. It was amazing. She cried.

Of course, Sam was the one who pointed out, “That was nice, dude, but you fucked yourself. Now you have to try to top that every year.”

Dean considered that but eventually just threw his arms out with a smirk and went, “Challenge accepted.”

who gets up first in the morning: Laurel gets up at an obnoxiously early time to go for her morning run. Most of the time, when she does this, she’ll wake him up briefly just to let him know that she’s heading out for her run and he’ll sleepily mumble something like “have a good run” or “I’ll have coffee waiting when you get back” but sometimes he’s just like “it’s six in the morning, what the fuck, go back to sleep, what is your life.” Because who wakes up at six in the morning on a Saturday in the winter to go for a run?

who suggests new things in bed: I feel like they’re both on pretty even ground at this point. In the beginning, however, it was Dean who made the suggestions. He had more experience than she did and he wanted her to be happy, comfortable, and satisfied. So there are a few things he’s responsible for introducing her to, sure, but he’s also just responsible for helping to loosen her up a bit and make her more comfortable in the bedroom. She’s always been a sex positive person in theory but you need the right partner for some things and I will bet everything I own that pre-island Oliver was selfish in bed. Dean, on the other hand, is very giving and there’s definitely a level of trust there that she didn’t have before.

who cries at movies: 90% of the time this is Laurel. Unless they’re watching a Disney movie. Then it’s both of them.

who gives unprompted massages: Dean does this all the time. Half the time he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He just likes to be touching her to remind himself that she’s still there. It becomes a habit for him. And it he really good with his hands. He massages are amazing and she carries so much stress in her neck and shoulders so she is on board with that habit. Never turn down a Dean Winchester massage, honestly.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: They both do this because they’re both caretakers by nature, but Dean is a bit more insistent in his fussing. Which works out perfectly because Laurel is needy af when she’s sick.

who gets jealous easiest: It used to be Dean, especially in regards to a certain ex of hers, but at this point, neither one of them really bother with jealousy anymore because it’s honestly just a waste of time. Overprotectiveness? Sure. But jealousy? Not so much.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Oh, Laurel. It’s not all embarrassing. She likes classic rock, indie music, and she went through a belated Riot Grrrl phase when she was 12/13 and some of that stuck, but her not-so-guilty-pleasure music is Top 40. Her workout playlist is all Britney, Taylor Swift, and Beyonce. She is not at all embarrassed by this, though. She also uses it whenever she needs to get her way.

Like, one night, right after Thea’s moved in with them, Laurel and Dean get in the world’s dumbest argument over whether or not they need a dishwasher (she’s for, he’s against) and it just goes on and on and on and on. Thea, equal parts irritated and amused, goes to hide in her room. She’s in bed, online shopping and live texting the fight to Sam, when she hears Laurel yell, “Don’t make me do the thing, Dean!”

And he’s like, “Do not do the thing!”

Then there’s just a lot of incoherent protesting from Dean, followed by the sound of the Spice Girls, followed by a, “DAMN IT, LAUREL!”

Thea frowns and has to text Oliver: what does it mean when laurel puts on spice girls in the middle of an argument????

His response is quick: She’s going to get whatever she wants.

Thea: ??????

Oliver: It’s her idea of a filibuster. Then, a minute later: Has she started dancing yet? She’s a terrible dancer.

Thea: awww that’s mean bro. she tries. she’s still a better dancer than you.

Anyway, the next morning, when she’s in the kitchen, eating cereal and reading one of Laurel’s old Vogue magazines, Dean comes into the kitchen. He pours himself a cup of coffee, sighs heavily, and asks her, “Do you need anything from Ikea? We’re getting a dishwasher.”

(This answer got long. I just wanted everyone to know that Laurel Lance stages filibusters with the Spice Girls because it seemed like really important information.)

who collects something unusual: Dean sends her a postcard every time he’s out of town so she has a collection of those that she keeps in a box by her bed. But also, THIS GIRL IS A BORDERLINE HOARDER. Whatever home she’s in, it’s cluttered. She keeps everything. She has magazines dating back to 2005, a bunch of her grandparents’ things (including a bunch of fine china that she never knows what to do with), flea market finds, and way too many shoes.

who takes the longest to get ready: Generally speaking, it’s Laurel. But if they’re going to some fundraiser or gala in Star City or out to dinner with her father, it’s Dean who takes the longest. He’s just dragging his feet but he’ll insist it was because he needed an extra minute for his hair because, “Do you think I just wake up like this?” Her response to that is always a dry, “I wake up next to you, honey. I know for a fact you wake up like that. It’s annoying. I hate you a little bit for it.”

who is the most tidy and organized: Neither of them are particularly tidy and organized but Dean might take this one just because of the borderline hoarder thing. She has so much stuff that their house is practically bursting at the seams. And you know what else? She leaves her goddamned shoes everywhere. He has nearly died before because she left a stiletto in the living room. (He didn’t “nearly die” but that’s what it said in his all caps text.) But, at the same time, Dean doesn’t fold clothes. The bedroom is full of all these piles of clothes and Laurel never knows what’s clean and what’s not because that man is allergic to folding clothes and putting laundry away.

who gets most excited about the holidays: Laurel loves the holidays! She was so excited to move into their cozy little house because it meant trick or treaters at Halloween. She spends weeks fixing up goodie bags for the kids and decorating the house and planning costumes and forcing Dean to make a menu for the Halloween party. She puts up the Christmas tree and starts playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. She stands at the bottom of the ladder while she tells Dean where to put all the lights. She plans the Easter egg hunt for all the kids in the Justice League.

She gets so full of energy around the holidays that people keep telling Dean that they need to hurry up and have kids because she needs somewhere to put all that “weird holiday energy.”

who is the big spoon/little spoon: They take turns because sharing is caring.

who gets more competitive when playing games and/or sports: One year, there is a softball game between all of the superhero teams. We’re talking all of them. Team Arrow, Team Flash, Sara’s time traveling team, the Birds of Prey, Supergirl and Friends, other various members of the Justice League and their teams. It’s supposed to be a team building exercise. Dean is offered a spot with Laurel and her girls but his response basically boils down to, “Hard pass.” Still, on the day of, he dutifully shows up with Cas and sits in the bleachers with a very pregnant, very tired, and very grumbly Iris West-Allen. Everything is fine for awhile. Until Oliver and Laurel get in an argument over his pitching abilities and it ends in her chasing him around the field.

Iris bursts into laughter and films the whole thing on her phone, managing to get out giggles of, “I take back every grumpy thing I’ve said today. This is the best thing that has ever happened!”

Dean does eventually manage to grab Laurel and toss her over his shoulder while she’s ranting and accusing Oliver of cheating, but not before he almost falls off the bleachers because he’s laughing so hard.

who starts the most arguments: Ummm, Dinah Laurel Lance: Lawyer By Day, Vigilante By Night. She should have “I’m a lawyer, I live to argue” tattooed on her forehead.

who suggests that they buy a pet: Pets have always been an ongoing discussion for them. Laurel was the one to bring it up first before they even got married, but they both decided to wait until they were working less and home more. It takes them a long time to be ready to pull the trigger on that particular issue. See, they’ve both always said that they’d like their kids to have a dog. But, you know, some things aren’t meant to be. The years pass and the people around them start getting married and having kids. Sam and Eileen have a daughter, Sara and Nyssa raise Nyssa’s nephew for a few years, Barry and Iris have twins, and even Oliver has William.

Meanwhile, Dean and Laurel have nothing but an empty house that feels too big and these chasms in their chest that they’ve tried and failed to fill. Finally, after 10 years together, 7 years of marriage, and 5 years of trying for a baby with nothing to show for it other than a handful of losses, they decide to adopt a pitbull puppy.

The puppy - a super sweet and shy little girl - doesn’t completely fill the void but she sure does love them a lot and they love her too.

what couple traditions do they have: They take a vacation once a year. That’s Laurel’s doing. Sometimes you just need to get away from the vigilante life, recharge your batteries, and have sex on a beach.

Also, it’s not so much a tradition as a habit, but they high five each other a lot. It’s weird. They do it for everything. It’s like every time they make a decision or every time they want to celebrate, they high five. Some people shake on it. Some people pinky swear. They high five. Nobody says anything about it for a long time until Claire is over for dinner one night and winds up blurting out, “Do you two do that all the time?”

Thea bursts out, “Oh my god, all the time!”

Dean and Laurel are both a little startled by that because they genuinely didn’t realize they were doing it that much. When he asks if they high five each other that much, Laurel is adamant that they don’t. Then a few seconds later, she looks up from what she’s doing and admits, slowly, “Well… We did high five after sex last night. Is that weird?”

Dean thinks long and hard about that before answering, “No, that was really great sex. It deserved a high five.”

And then Claire’s like, “Wow, we’re still at the table, you pervs.”

what tv shows they watch together: They used to watch cooking competitions together until an intervention was staged. Dean yelled at the television like a sports fan watching the superbowl and Laurel got way too emotionally invested in the people and their backstories.

what other couple they hang out with: I don’t know if they’re really a double date kind of couple but I can see them hanging out with Sam and Eileen, Sara and Nyssa, John and Lyla, and maybe Barry and Iris.

how they spend time together as a couple: They both work so much and they’re both out of town a lot so when they’re together, they prefer to spend their time at home doing absolutely nothing but watching bad movies on Netflix, eating pizza in bed, and ignoring the outside world.

who made the first move: Nobody knows for sure because they each have a different answer to that question. Dean says it was Laurel. Laurel says it was Dean. (…It was Laurel.)

who brings flowers home: Laurel loves having fresh flowers in the house but buying flowers all the time can get expensive so eventually she decides to just start her own garden in the backyard and they have flowers all over their property and they are never without a few vases of fresh flowers inside.

who is the best cook: No question about that. It’s Dean. Laurel tries, but it’s just safest for her to stay out of the kitchen.

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

#dean x laurel #otp: the beauty of wild things #spn x arrow #asks #anon #my headcanon #ask meme #otp meme

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raywritesthings · 7 years

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My Writing

Title: I’ll Learn Again (to fall in love with you)

Status: Complete

Fandom: Arrow

Characters: Oliver Queen, Laurel Lance, Thea Queen, John Diggle

Pairings: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen

Summary: "It took his breath away each morning, how lucky he’d been to end up here again."

Gift fic for @brooklyn1949. Happy belated birthday, Medha!

Read entire work at AO3

#oliver queen #laurel lance #lauriver #green canary #laurel lance x oliver queen #arrow #my writing

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darksber · 7 years

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OMGGGGGGGG I’m a terrible friend happy belated birthday to my lovely thea @snicketbeatrice (march 10) she’s a special bean and a treasure like if a diamond were a person it’d be her. go wish her happy (belated IM TERRIBLE)birthday and +f for quality everything she’s so incredible and her edits are💯💯💯she deserves the moon and stars!!!✨✨love u boo I hope u had a good one💕🎉🎊🎁🎈

#snicketbeatrice #I literally can't believe I missed it omg and I was so sick that day fml

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thespiritofvexation · 3 years

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gosh happy belated birthday Thea!! and many happy returns 🎈🎁🎉💜💖

Sorry I can't read the text, I'm distracted by that precious silly gremlin ;D

#thank you so much!💕

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hodgepodgejenna · 7 years

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[Late Post] Here are some of the cards I made last weekend. Belated happy birthday Thea @zarloux and Karisse @kargonzalo! Meet tayo soon!😘 #handmadeph #handmadecardsph #diyph #artsandcraftsph #mixedmediacard #birthdaycard #papercrafts #paperaddict #papierush #paperart

#handmadeph #birthdaycard #artsandcraftsph #paperaddict #papercrafts #papierush #diyph #handmadecardsph #mixedmediacard #paperart

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hope-for-olicity · 4 years

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Leaves of Change 5/31

5. “I might just kiss you.”

“Felicity Smoak, I might just kiss you!”

Oliver Queen’s ears perked up. What!? Someone was going to kiss Felicity Smoak? Someone who was not him. Hell no!

“You called, well, texted and I came!” Felicity was so relieved to find out that Caitlin’s emergency was a computer emergency, not a personal one. The cash register system had crashed, wouldn’t reboot and the customer service number was down. Until Felicity arrived Caitlin was taking cash and noted by hand what was sold, which was fine for a slow Saturday afternoon but wouldn’t cut it as business sped up in the evening.

“I really appreciate it, Felicity, you saved me so much grief. Would you like a drink, something to eat? Anything on the house.”

“Thanks, Caitlin, I’ll take a coffee because you know I never turn down coffee. I’m just glad it was so easy to fix. I mean you told me you rebooted it but when I did it just worked.”

“I’m just glad it worked.” Caitlin looked away.

Could her friend be lying? For the first time since entering the shop, she looked around. It only took a moment for her eyes to collide with the blues starring at her. She felt her face get hot, Felicity slowly turned to her friend. “Why didn’t you just say come quick Oliver Queen is here?!”

“I…” Caitlin bit her lip. “I didn’t want you to get in your own way or make excuses. This is a good guy and he likes you. And I know that that kind of thing can freak you out. So, I came up with an excuse.” Caitlin looked down and began fiddling with her wedding ring. She slowly looked back up at Felicity, “are you mad?”

“Caitlin,” Felicity began but was cut off as a customer came to counter. She waited patiently as Caitlin filled the order refusing to look back at Oliver. But boy did she want to look at Oliver. He was so pretty. Could men be pretty? Who cares, Oliver was pretty. So pretty….

“Earth to Felicity,” Caitlin was waving her hand in front of Felicity’s face. “I’m trying to grovel, you could at least pretend to listen.”

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about Oliver?” Caitlin’s voice was tentative not wanting to rock the boat.

“Maybe, but it doesn’t matter. I’m not staying remember. So don’t start plotting. Although,” Felicity glanced over at Oliver talking to his friend. “I have to admit,” Felicity watched Caitlin’s eyes widen, “I’m only admitting it to you, he is very pretty.”

Caitlin sighed. “He’d probably hate that description but I can’t help but agree.”

“So next time you have a massive plan of getting us in the same place, maybe you could just tell me the truth.”

~~~~~

Oliver watched Felicity talking to Caitlin behind the counter. He was so relieved when he realized the kiss you comment was a joke. But he was more than a little unnerved by his caveman reaction.

Should he go say hi? Felicity looked away when their eyes met. God, he felt like he was in high school but he wasn’t even this nervous then.

He looked back down at his book, knowing that he would not be able to focus on reading when Felicity was across the room. Oliver knew he would have to go over and say hello. It was the polite thing to do after all. He was raised with proper manners.

He swiped his book and coffee mug before walking to the counter.

“Hello, ladies.” Oliver smiled. Boy, he hoped he sounded more confident than he sounded.

“Oliver! Can I get you a refill?” Caitlin quickly jumped to service.

“Ahh,” Oliver looked at Felicity then back to Caitlin. “Maybe one for the road.”

“I’m on it. Felicity will keep you company while you wait.” Caitlin winked at both of them as she walked to the back.

Oliver watched Felicity roll her eyes before turning back to him. “Hi.”

“Hi to you. How was your day?”

“I actually ran into your sister. It’s so cool that she now owns the bookstore!”

Oliver smiled. He knew Thea took great pride in her shop. “Yes, I should stop by there more often.” He gripped his book in his hand, he’d need to get the second book in this series.

Felicity looked down at the book in his hand. “Whatcha reading?”

Oliver tried to look bashful but the truth was he was enjoying it. “The first Harry Potter book. I wanted to make sure it was suitable to read to my class.”

“So, is it suitable for grade two students?” Felicity’s eyebrow rose as she asked.

“Probably not all of them. But I do think it’s suitable for their teacher. I’m going to have to swing by Thea’s shop to get the next book. You know, to further my research.”

Felicity smiled.

Man, that woman’s smile could light up a room. He’d heard that phrase before but never thought he’d actually see it. He wanted to keep her smiling. “Did you read the Harry Potter books? I know I’m late to the game…”

Felicity nodded, her ponytail bounced. “Yes, more than once. In fact, I think I have a copy of the complete set at Mom’s house if you’d like to borrow. I mean if you don’t want to buy your own. I’m sure you can afford your own but if you wanted to borrow, I can lend. I’m just going to stop talking now...where is Caitlin?” Felicity turned to look back for Caitlin.

The more Felicity babbled the more he wanted her to continue. She was so honest. It really did warm his heart. He felt better around her. “Felicity,” Oliver reached to place her’s on the counter. She looked back at him but he could tell she was embarrassed. “I would love to borrow your Harry Potter books. It was very kind of you to offer.”

“Oh.” Felicity’s mouth formed a round “O” in surprise.

“Maybe, we could meet here tomorrow? I’ll treat you to coffee and you could bring the books?” Oliver could not resist the opportunity.

“You had me at coffee.” Felicity smiled.

I’m back! Sorry, for the delay, work and life stuff got in the way. I still intend on doing all the prompts it will just take a bit longer than October!

Thanks so much for reading! Tagging a few people. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged or untagged.

@memcjo @stephswims @it-was-a-red-heeler @cruzrogue @mel-loves-all @tdgal1 @vaelisamaza @onceuponarrow @msbeccieboo @lucyyh @julieofrandomfandoms @morganashimi83

#Leaves of Change #olicity fanfiction #fictober19 #MyFanfic #alternate universe #oliver x felicity

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