Anonymous said: You still doing Olicity prompts? Can you do one where Oliver can't reach Felicity and breaks into her apartment only to find her have a bath ;)

[Well, this is the last prompt I received before the cut off point, so I’m taking a little break from the drabbles.  :)  If you sent me a prompt that hasn’t been filled because I received it too late, I did take a screencap of it, so I still have it for another time, but you may have to wait a little while.]

—Slippery When Wet—

Oliver made a frustrated noise, hanging up on Felicity’s voicemail for the third time.

“Relax, bro.  It’s her night off.  She probably put her phone on silence,” Roy reminded him, placing a comforting hand on Oliver’s shoulder.  “Don’t read so much into it.”

Oliver nodded, but he didn’t entirely agree.  Yes, Felicity had asked to be left alone for the night.  But she never turned her phone off.  And she never missed his calls.  He couldn’t shake the feeling that something might be wrong.  And with each second that ticked by that she didn’t call him back, Oliver was growing more and more nervous.

So when the time came to head in for the night, he took a left on his bike instead of a right, heading in the direction of Felicity’s apartment.

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The sexual tension between two people when one of them says “make me”

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I hope this makes some of you in a better mood. Because I’m feeling quite over the day. But this helps a bit. 

This post makes me want a duck.

what ever happened to that Tumblr guy who was trying to get a duck to imprint on him?




can a ghost and a zombie come from the same person

Is this a comic? This should be a comic.

"no stupid, oh my god. no just… just turn… fuck. don’t wander over there, you’re gonna fall down the… aaand there he goes………….. moron.”

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Anonymous said: Prompt: Oliver and Felicity and Oliver's motorcycle. Lots of sexual tension PLEASE!!!


Okay…so I’m taking a hiatus from being on a writing hiatus for this…because man, tonight was tough, and I needed to write something to distract me.

Also on ao3

“Uh-uh. No way.” Felicity folds her arms over her chest and glares at Oliver.  “I’m not getting on that thing.”

Oliver sighs, dipping his head sideways and throwing her a look.

“Felici-ty,” he begins, lingering a little longer than necessary on the last syllable. “I think we’ve faced worse dangers than what my motorcycle has to offer.”

She narrows her eyes at the helmet he holds out, pushing it away and scowling, her body language communicating depths of defiance he recognizes all too well.

“Yes,” she huffs in annoyance, bringing a finger to her lips. “And if the villain of the week doesn’t kill you, that will.” Her hand flies out, gesturing to his two-wheeled vehicle of choice. “Do you know what I find interesting?”

He opens his mouth to offer a suggestion before realizing it’s a hypothetical question. A quick dip of his chin lets her know he’s listening.

“Since I’ve met you, I’ve come to discover an array of fears I didn’t even know I had.” She holds up a fist, fingers coming up as she recalls the current list of things that keeps her up at night, thumb popping up first. “Apparently, I’m afraid of heights, needles, indestructible super soldiers, and motorcycles.” Wrinkling her forehead, she adds, “Although, to be fair, indestructible super soldiers was always on that list way before I knew they existed.”

He throws her an amused look, lips now curling at the corners as he tries to stifle a laugh. “Fe-li-ci-ty.”

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Anonymous said: "What are you doing?" Olicity


Felicity didn’t have the energy to open her eyes. She could hear him, though, banging around and bumping into things. “Don’t break anything.” 

"I’m looking for your pajama drawer."

"My what?” Felicity tried to sit up, her eyes still closed, and felt Oliver gently push her back down.

"You just got shot, will you take it easy?" 

"Pot, kettle," Felicity said, waving a hand. She then forgot that it was in the air so it just — stayed there, and wasn’t it funny how many bones were in her wrist? Just thinking about how magical it was that bones and tendons all worked together so that she could wave her hand was distracting until… "Whoa, Oliver, what? You’re like — right there." 

Oliver’s face, now suddenly inches away from hers, was lit by one of those surprised smiles she like so much. 

"You always look shocked that I’m funny," she said, leaning forward, and laying her head on his shoulder. "I’m hilarious." 

"I’m not shocked," Oliver said, pushing a piece of her hair back behind her ears. "I’m just… appreciative." 

Felicity blew out breath. “I’m still on your shoulder, aren’t I?” 

"You are." 

"I’ll move." 

"You don’t have to," Oliver said softly. "You know — we almost lost you today." 

"Pfft. Was a graze. You’ve taken worse." 

"Yeah, I know," Oliver said. "That’s why I know how much it hurts. Thanks, by the way. For saving Sara." 

"You’re welcome. I kinda like this hero gig. I should get a cape and a mask." 

Felicity was high as a kite. She imagined his lips touching her forehead, lingering there. She imagined him saying, “Whatever you want.” 

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