[kaleidoscopes-and-carousels]

Title: Photograph

Fandom: Arrow

Pairing: Gen, minor Olicity

Summary: Everybody groans and rolls their eyes the day Felicity skips down the Foundry steps with an ancient-looking Kodak camera in her hands. inspired by  this post

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[bluemoonfireworks]

[bluemoonfireworks]

it’s all a big cliche (too damn bad)

professionalkitchendancer prompted: Santiago has a big failure and is completely devastated

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Jake leans back on his desk chair, squinting at Santiago down his nose. She's been quiet since she came in this shift, didn't salute the Cap when he walked by and completely ignored his imitation of a kookaburra a few moments ago (which he totally nailed). Normally it wouldn't worry him, if not for the fact that she's just staring blankly at her computer screen. Reports from yesterday sit on her left, still in need of its third and final proofread before filing it.

"Yo." He drops forward, his forearms banging on his desk. "Santiago." Nothin'. "Holy crap," he yelps, "who put this mug of hot coffee on my desk and where is the coaster!?"

She only blinks, a crease forming between her brows as she frowns. He falls across his desk and snaps his fingers in front of her face, grinning at her when she shoots him her annoyed gaze. "What'cha thinkin' about?"

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[justscribbling]

Fic: Healing Little Pieces of My Heart, FINALE

Fandom: Arrow Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak Rating: T | Chapter: 3/3 | Word Count: 2,215 Tags: Season Two Compliant, Season Three AU, Romance, Series of Vignettes, Olicity

Summary: Third and final act of the romantic plot line for Arrow Season Three AU (Little Pieces of My Heart). Focusing on Felicity, Oliver, and the mysterious Daniel. A series of scene vignettes.

In the end, only Felicity would be there to greet him back at the lair after all that had happened that night.

Read on AO3.

IT’S THE FINALE. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you!

ps. Acts two and three of this fic are now complete, if, you know, you’ve been holding off reading a WIP. :)

[justscribbling]

If you’d like to read from the beginning, you can do so here: Breaking Little Pieces of My Heart. The entire thing is not long, 3.2K and 5K. :-P

[theirhappystory]

Prompt: for whatever reason, Oliver and Felicity are extremely good at charades (or any form of game)

This one is a little shorter than the others but it’s SUPER FLUFFY :)

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“I don’t know what you’re doing but you’re definitely cheating.”

Thea’s cry of indignation comes from where she is seated, cuddled into Roy’s side on the couch, and is aimed at Oliver and Felicity who have just won their sixth round in a row of charades.

“And how, dear sister, do you propose we are doing that?”

“Do either of you know sign language? Because that’s a form of language and communication that is not allowed in this game.”

Felicity and Oliver exchange a smirk as she joins him back on the other couch. Before she can take a seat in the empty space beside him, Oliver reaches out to grip her waist and pulls her down into his lap, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. She lets out a small laugh because he went an extra day without shaving and the stubble tickles against her sensitive skin.

“No, we’re just very good at reading each other’s bodies.”

“Okay, gross! I do not need to know what you two get up to at night. You know, besides hooded business.”

Thea had found out about Oliver and all things Arrow related after the return of her biological father, Malcolm Merlyn. She took it surprisingly well, even lending a helping hand when she could between shifts at the club and applying for business schools.

“That’s not what he meant.” Felicity smacks Oliver lightly on his chest to make her point.

“Sure it wasn’t. Don’t forget I’ve walked in on you two ‘reading each other’s bodies’ more than any person ever should.”

Felicity blushes and buries her face in the crook of Oliver’s neck to hide her embarrassment. He just pulls her close, whispering something in her ear that causes her to wiggle in his lap and let out another giggle. Thea is really glad she’s sitting on the opposite side of the room.

“Okay. I’m declaring a change in game, since you are definitely cheating.”

“Thea…”

“No, Roy. We are going to win this and prove that we are the superior couple, damn it!”

He only chuckles at her frustration but soothes over his amused expression when she throws a death glare his way.

“Let’s play Catch Phrase!”

It takes six rounds before Thea finally gives up.

“That’s it. I quit! You have this psychic couple bond thing going on and honestly it’s freaking me out. Let’s go, Roy.”

She stands from the couch, grabbing Roy’s hand and dragging him with her up the stairs. The laughter of her brother and his fiancée rings out down the hall but it’s quickly muffled. Just before she’s out of reach Thea hears Felicity’s protest.

“Not here, Oliver! Your mother is going to walk through that door any minute and – “

She doesn’t finish and Thea promptly yanks Roy into her bedroom, slamming the door tightly shut.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, babe. They did the whole silent conversation thing years before they were together.” 

[theirhappystory]

Because of Stephen’s recent post about Team Arrow playing charades I thought I would bring this back around…

[bluemoonfireworks]

Not a prompt :) just wanted to say thank you for writing such amazing stories. I look forward to any story you post and they're so outstanding. I always reread it hehehe. Olicity!

gosh, you have no idea how happy it makes me to know that you re-read my work. thank you so much, really.

[bluemoonfireworks]

How could you end it like that? I want more of them being locked in the closet. Pleaseee... :)

(part one)

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Oliver frowns into her ponytail. (It’s honestly so crowded in here, but there’s still about half an inch between his back and the wall behind him.) (He prefers to be pressed up against her than the cold brick wall.) “No. I mean - I smell it, but I didn’t sniff it.”

She sidesteps to the left, brushes against him - his whole front - and he shuts his eyes, dropping his head back. “Is… Is that your phone?” Her voice is quiet and unsure.

“Yeah.” It’s in his coat pocket, and when she had pushed back into him earlier, the corners had dug into his hipbone. “Why?”

She laughs unsteadily, and he can’t decipher whether it’s relief or embarrassment he’s hearing. “Can you reach it?”

“Who would we call?” Six people in the world know about this place, and one of them is preoccupied with Thea, while the other is AWOL, most definitely planning her next attack on her father.

He feels her wobble and reaches out to stable her balance. He sucks in a breath when her hands brace against his chest. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes, and he can smell the smoothie she had earlier. Berries. Her forehead drops to rest on the top of his sternum. “I think I twisted my ankle.” Her knee - or at least he thinks it’s her knee - sweeps across his thigh and then he hears one of her shoes drop against the concrete ground before she shifts and the sound of the other hits as well.

When she straightens again, the top of her head is level with his chin, and his heart fills with a sudden rush of protectiveness over how tiny she is.

He’s getting restless just standing here so he carefully reaches out for the door to stretch his back and resist the temptation to bring her into his chest. The action ultimately traps Felicity against the door, but the darkness makes it easier to ignore the repercussions of how good it feels to have her this close. “How long do you think ‘til they let us out?”

“Who knows,” she murmurs, her hands sliding out to grip his sides and a foot he presumes that holds the ankle she twisted rests on top of his.

He sighs and drops his head forward, which brings his forehead to hers. If he squints and concentrates he can see the outlining features of her face. He thinks it’s beautiful that in this darkness, her strongest qualities shine brightest. The light seeming from the cracks along the edges of the door provides the light he needs to map out the tip of her button nose, and through the slight reflection of her glasses, he can see the whites of her eyes against her dark irises. His eyes drops down to her lips, drawing from memory the deep pink of her lips that look more like a dark shade of midnight blue in the dingy closet of the foundry.

“I still can’t believe they locked us in here.” They’re so close he can feel the vibrations of her words. Then she laughs lightly, and it’s warm and sweet and toying with the delicate rhythm of his heartbeat.

He smiles too. One day, they’ll have quite a story to tell. “Sara said she’d do something like this.”

Her head thunks back against the wood of the door. He can feel her frowning at him. “She told you she’d trick us into a closet together?”

Clearing his throat, he shakes his head. “Not exactly, just something along the lines of forcing us to…” Forcing you two into confronting your feelings for each other. God, Ollie, watching you two dancing around each other is killing me, was exactly what Sara had told him over lunch yesterday, but Oliver’s not going to tell Felicity that. Looking for something to distract himself, he slides a hand down to the doorknob and twists it. To his surprise, it turns easily, and he pulls Felicity toward him while pushing the door open.

Sara and Diggle are sat on the desk a few feet away. Their heads swivel at the sound of the door creaking open. The corner of Digg’s mouth lifts in a crooked smirk, Sara has her eyebrows raised as her face splits into a shit-eating grin, and both have their arms crossed.

He looks down at Felicity in disbelief, who has her head tilted back, eyes wide and mouth open in a rare moment of stunned silence.

Diggle chortles as Sara quips, “What were you guys doing in there for so long?”

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i’m not accepting prompts right now. please don’t send me any. i hate that i have to resort to posting this on the rest of my posts

[bluemoonfireworks]

"He thinks it’s beautiful that in this darkness, her strongest qualities shine brightest" & "Then she laughs lightly, and it’s warm and sweet and toying with the delicate rhythm of his heartbeat." --- I THINK YOUR WRITING IS BEAUTIFUL. My gosh, Selena, your words just take my breath away!!!!!!!! Beautiful. ♥ ♥ ♥

HI FRIEND THANK YOU

[bluemoonfireworks]

I just had to drop by and tell you how much I love your writing! Every olicity fic you write is amazing and I'm always so excited to see when you've posted a new one! :) Those drabbles that turn out to be established olicity are my fave...:D

hi, hi! thank you, you're very sweet. i love writing established fic because the poor babies get tossed through the ringer enough in the show. i wanna show 'em some love (and if they show each other some lovin', well that's more than okay)

[bluemoonfireworks]

Your blog is awesome I'm so excited about Olicity omg

hello! omg who isn’t excited about olicity. thank you for the follow, enjoy your stay :)

[bluemoonfireworks]

Felicity gets hurt and Oliver jealous of handsome doctor when he flirting with Felicity.

“It looks like you have RSI - Repetitive Stress Injury,” Doctor Mark Logan concludes, and Oliver narrows his eyes at the thumb gently massaging Felicity’s wrist. “You do a lot of typing?”

“It’s in my job description.” Felicity flinches from her place on the bed, and Oliver straightens from his slouch against the adjacent wall. “Ouch.”

“Sorry,” Logan smiles, his blue eyes watching her a little too intently for Oliver’s liking. His hand has yet to detach itself from her left wrist.

“Doctor Logan—”

“Please,” he charms, his blonde hair tousling slightly as he tilts his head down to meet her eyes. “Call me Mark.”

Felicity smiles briefly. “Mark, is there any way to speed up the healing process? It’s an important part of— ouch.”

“Oliver,” Felicity admonishes with a disapproving stare, and from the corner of his eye he watches her carefully bringing her injured wrist to her chest, the familiar glint that catches in the light lulling most of his displeasure.

Oliver doesn’t let up his hard gaze on the man until he takes a step back. Spending almost twenty minutes in the harsh lighting of the doctor’s office with cold white walls adorned only by medical certificates, watching the supposed best doctor in town make eyes at Felicity has put him in a sour mood. It doesn’t help that it smells like antiseptic and bad cologne, the mixture of the scent hurtled at him every time the fan hits his face.

“I’m so sorry, Mark,” she shakes her head, her voice apologetic and sweet. “He’s normally not…” Her nose scrunches. “Actually he is. Oliver, he’s just being nice.”

“Too nice,” Oliver mutters, frowning at Logan, who only chuckles and looks down at the pad he’s writing on, not at all intimidated.

Felicity makes a noise from the back of her throat, the one that tells him he’s being rude and she’s not happy with him right now.

He reaches for her elbow, but she twists away from him. He’d smile at how ridiculous the action looks if her face isn’t pinched with a disappointment that stabs at his gut. “I’m not paying him to flirt with my wife.” He sighs when she avoids his attempt to meet her eyes. His mouth contorts as he momentarily shuts his eyes before dragging his gaze to Logan. “I’m sorry,” he grates out, “you’re only doing your job.”

Logan smiles and hands him the prescription form he tears out from the notepad. “You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Queen.”

“I’m aware,” he ripostes, offering his hand to Felicity. The mood he’s been in lightens when she takes it, and he helps her off the bed.

“Take regular breaks, Mrs. Queen,” Logan calls as they head out. “I don’t want to see you here again, you hear me?”

“I bet you don’t,” Oliver retorts under his breath.

Felicity moves to push at him with her right hand, but he catches it in his left and brings it up to his lips. “Sometimes I don’t know why I bring you places.”

He pushes the door open, letting her walk through first and they step out from the cold building and into the warm sun. “Because you love me.”

Her sigh is mournful, as if the fact is a burden or unfortunate, but he catches a smile that says differently and his own grows when she intertwines their fingers. “I do,” she finally pronounces.

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i’m not accepting prompts right now. please don’t send me any.

[kripnatic-olicity-addict]

Dinner?

Oliver asks Felicity out on a date! Dedicated to bluemoonfireworks for her belated b’day! Enjoy

Starling city was hip and happening. Destruction from the Slade rage had ended pretty much. The soldiers that had been injected with the mirakuru had been cured.

Detective Lance had survived and had gone to become the Captain of the entire police force.

Thea was still missing. Felicity tried hard to find her but nothing was reachable.

Diggle was content with his baby on the way.

As for Oliver, the company was under Ray Palmer and he could be at peace since the Arrow activities had been on a low.

Everything seemed to be in order, For Now.

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Oliver walked into the foundry one day. He had been debating the whole day what to say and whether it was the right way to do it. He’d done it a million times before but this was different.

“Hey Oliver! What are you doing here? I thought you had a dinner with Ray?” Felicity asked him, smiling brightly with her super bright lipstick.

He smiled back like a 1000 lamps lit his face. The warmth she brought to him, no one could match that.

“I just came to check up if everything is ok here.” Oliver reluctantly told her, shoving his hands in his pocket. He was wearing a white dress shirt with no suit jacket, and sleeves rolled up midway and two buttons down. He was the holy grail of hotness.

“Thanks Oliver. I’ve been tracking down to see if I can find Thea.”

Oliver nodded. “And?”

“No sign of her anywhere.” Felicity shrugged, lips frowning.

“We’ll find her but Take a break Felicity, you deserve it.” Oliver placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ve been planning to watch Orphan Black. I heard Tatiana is awesome on the show. All those clones? I don’t know how she does it either…”

“I meant with… me Felicity.” Oliver broke her mid way. His heart started beating profusely, not stopping at all. He mentally slapped himself for that.

Felicity’s mouth dropped open. She was definite her vocal chords were killing her. She couldn’t believe it.

She laughed aloud, trying hard to act normal. “Sure, you can come home and watch it with me. If you’d like.”

Oliver’s head tilted, this was going bad. “I meant like.. you know dinner maybe?” His hands started feeling clammy in his formal pant pockets.

Felicity sighed in relief. “Sure, let me call Diggle and Roy too. They need a break from all the craziness. Roy’s been working out so hard, he’s becoming mini-arrow and it’s so cute… Digg jus needs a break from Lyla, not that I don’t like the woman, she is preg….”

“FELICITY” Oliver yelled.

She jumped in her seat.

“Dinner…just you and me.” Oliver asked shy and was pretty sure his cheeks were flaming. He knew he had fought more than enough to keep a lid on his emotions but now he could pick up his humanity and ask the woman he definitely had feelings for.

Felicity was blinking at him jaws open, she was sure something would go in if she didn’t close it.

“Like a date?” She managed to pop out.

Oliver bit his lip, “Yes. I haven’t gone on a real date in ages and the city can relax a bit, I need you.. I mean a break.. I said break right?”

Felicity smiled so hard her mouth was paining. It was happening finally. “Yes, I would love to go on a date with you Oliver.”

After that everything became a blur of happiness for Oliver.

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[bluemoonfireworks]

1. Crossover you would like to see? maybe arrow/harry potter? arrow in a hp setting. yerr i want me some of that

2. Recommend one fanfiction that has stuck with you. everything puckleberry written by smc-27

3. What show ended/got cancelled too soon for you? YOUNG JSUT ICE DON'T TALK TO ME

4. Quote/lyric to live by? Funny things are everywhere.

5. Favorite American Idol/The Voice winner? I don't watch many reality/competition shows. But Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood are the ones that I listen to.

6. Worst pet peeve on fanfiction (thing that makes you quit reading)? No paragraph spacing, proper punctuation, etc.

7. What character are you most alike? i feel like i'm pam halpert (née beesly) most

8. Name five films you love (I’m always looking for suggestions of things to watch :) Iron Man 3, A Walk to Remember, HP and the Half-Blood Prince, She's the Man, Tangled. idk i don't watch many films

9. What gif most accurately portrays you?

10. Favorite tv friendship? i thought long and hard about this. chandler and joey.

11. Favorite AU setting (for your otp at the moment maybe)? i kind of like the idea of a growing up as nextdoor neighbours AU or new neighbour high school AU OR a college AU

[bluemoonfireworks]

If I read correctly on your blog- you want me to make puppy dog eyes? I hate to say, but Oliver Queen does not do puppy dog eyes. --OQ

S C R E A M I N G

[castielscheesecakehasmoved-blog]

sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things

bad relationships

mental illnesses

dangerous situations

and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy

all of you

[bluemoonfireworks]

Tagged by justscribbling

Rules:

Always post the rules.

Answer the questions from the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones.

Tag 11 people and link them to the post.

Tagging (here because i'm not sure you get notified if it's under the cut):

digglesarms bowsinherhair tommymerlyns pinklipstick-and-greenarrows ollygollymolly jimhalpertstare buffydairs whoseeswhatsyetunseen hoodiesandcomputers mimozka writergirl28

2. If you could have one super power, what would it be? telekinesis. you can practically see my laziness

3. You’re alone in your house at night. You hear something outside of your door. What’s the first thing you think it might be? pizza? probs the fam

4. If you were guaranteed that the worst thing would never happen if you tried to do something, what would you try to do?

eat fried chicken all the time idk i'm not adventurous

5. If your life had a theme song, what would it be? idk i don't think i know one

6. Look to your left! What’s there right now? PILLOWS!

7. Look to your right! What’s there right now? a sock. (i'm wearing the other.)

8. What’s something about you that you can share with me (and all of Tumblr) that very few people know?

i prefer to form my own opinion of something after hearing/reading everyone else's

9. If you write, give me one line you’ve written that you really like? Otherwise, give me one line that you’ve read that you really like? hm. the only thing that comes to mind is something i wrote in better near to you (which now that i read it again it's not as good as i remembered):

She can honestly say that she’s mostly content with that as she races out the door, her heart pumping to his words that echo mercilessly in her mind, a beat sounding strangely like I love you, I love you, I love you.

10. Can you wink? Left eye? Right eye? Both? (No, I don’t mean blink.) i can wink using both eyes

11. If you could ask your future self one thing, what would it be? What the hell am I doing in life.

My questions:

Coffee or hot chocolate?

Tell me your deepest insecurity (that you're comfortable to admit here).

Favourite comedy film?

Any physical scars? How'd you get it/them?

An artist in your playlist/library you're most embarrassed about having.

If you ran into someone who used to bully you, what would you say/do?

Have you ever bullied someone?

What is your ultimate dessert weakness?

Are you introverted, extroverted or both?

Favourite trope?

What is one thing someone has said to you that has stuck all your life?

[bluemoonfireworks]

Lance is alive! Yey! And he's CAPTAIN. I'm really interested in seeing how he'd work with the Arrow and how they'd team up for cases - like maybe bring each other info/leads via an official Arrow line.

The rest of the summary published is about Oliver/from his perspective. And that's understandable. I've mostly talked about it from his side the same way. But I want to talk about Felicity now.

I love her so very much, and I've said before that I don't want her rumoured love interested being linked to Oliver and his other life. That being said, I don't want her to be pining after Oliver if he does actually ask her out and their date gets interrupted before/while it happens - and then turn around and date Ray because things between her and Oliver don't go they way she planned.

I don't know if I want Felicity to confront Oliver about his decision to put their relationship on the back burner. I don't even think she would. I see Felicity as someone who is confident in her abilities and who knows her place. But relationships is something she's uncertain about. This is the girl who from a very early age found out one day that her father - someone I believe was the only male figure in her life - had left her and her mother.

It's difficult enough with the secret they have to keep about their second life, I don't think she would push him on this. I don't think she would challenge him because he turned her down (plus would you want to be with someone who seems to not want to be with you - at least not now?). She wouldn't see it as him stripping away her choice by making the decision of their relationship for them because I feel like she doesn't completely understand what this relationship is/could be. She doesn't know exactly what Oliver feels for her, and she still hasn't sifted through her own feelings for him.

We're also forgetting that the Arrow is a team; Oliver isn't the only hero here. She is too, and although she's not the public figure of the work, she's the wires of the operation who works behind the scenes. While Oliver can't be Oliver Queen, Felicity also can't balance her own life on top of a complicated romance with her partner (with whom can potentially damage the dynamics of the team if things go sour between them).

The deadly villain, I think, is Count Vertigo. This is an identity that not only Oliver, but Felicity was deeply affected by too. It would be so scarring for Felicity to find out that the Count was resurrected. She was kidnapped by a man who distinguished himself as such, after all. So they both can't afford to be distracted by each other and whatever complicated feelings they'd dug up and sprinkled into the wind.

I just hope that what we've been given is a draft and a very brief idea of what is going to happen this season. It's still so early on - we have three months to go - and so much can still change.

[holysmoaksoliver]

Reblog if--

Hey guys! I’m so excited about the new Olicity news that I want to do something fun.

So- reblog if you want a note from Team Arrow in your askbox related to your blog.  I’ll be sending them later today. :)

[thatmasquedgirl]