Everything happens for a reason.

Hello!! welcome to my blog. My name is Wendy. I'm a 3rd year optometry student. I pretty much blog & reblog anything & everything. I'm in love with Arrow/Olicity. I'm also into animes like Naruto & Bleach...

[callistawolf]

prime examples of #Olicity being hot af without it being scripted that way

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Felicity, honey, it’s a little hard to fight with you doing that in my ear.

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Unbreakable Bond: Arrow 6x15 Review (Doppelgangers)

Rooooooooy. Colton Haynes is back and everything is sunshine!

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[mogirl97-deactivated20221205]

Does it have to be specifically a holiday prompt? Because all I can think of is youtubers AU lol; which, I mean, maybe they meet for the first time in real life on a holiday or something? idk but your fics are always cute af and I'm definitely about that life

I can make anything work for the holidays ;) thanks for the prompt, I hope you enjoy!

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Oliver groaned in frustration at his sixth failed attempt at the math problem he had been working on for almost an hour. He wanted to be in the kitchen, but he was forcing himself to get this homework assignment done before testing his new cinnamon roll recipe.

“What is even the point of this?” he muttered to himself, erasing his work and recopying out the problem.

Of course, he knew what the point of it was. For his parents to not cut him off, he needed to be shadowing his father at QC or taking college classes. And since his dream was to be a chef, not his father, he needed to figure out polynomials so he could get back to formulating the perfect cinnamon roll to share with the 500,832 people subscribed to his YouTube channel.

YouTube.

Reaching for his laptop, he typed in “factoring polynomials step by step” into the search box on the site. The first video that came up was created by user BabblingBlonde and he clicked on it.

By the end of the 4:23 second video, he didn’t feel like an idiot anymore. The Babbling Blonde, aka an admittedly cute girl named Felicity Smoak, somehow managed to make the problem seem so simple. Grabbing a fresh sheet of notebook paper, he gave the problem another go and was relieved when he ended up with a probable solution.

He gave Felicity’s video a like and left a quick comment about how helpful it had been before setting to work on finishing the rest of his problems.

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[mogirl97-deactivated20221205]

hi friends! this is part 2 of yesterday’s installment, so if you haven’t read that yet, be sure to check it out here :D 

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She stared at the dress hanging over the bathroom door and contemplated whether or not she was going to put it on.

Put it on and make an appearance at the party. The party that would in so many ways be like the one that was her last memory of Oliver.

A pros and cons list ran through her head as she paced the short length of the hotel room. On one hand, she had wanted to spend the holidays alone.

On the other…

It felt weird to knock on a front door that she had entered so many times when she was younger without needing to wait for something so formal as someone opening it and inviting her in.

“You came.” His face lit up when he saw her and she was instantly convinced that she had made the right decision.

Smiling shyly, she took a step into the foyer, “Yeah.”

“I’m glad, because I asked Raisa to make a last minute batch of her chocolate Rugelach. I remember how much you liked it.”

She stared at him for a second, unsure of what to make of anything that had happened between them since their encounter in the coffee shop the other day. It equal parts felt so right to be in the presence of her best friend again, and so wrong to be ignoring the herd of elephants in the room that she wondered if he even saw.

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hi friends! this is the final part of the past two days’ installments, so if you haven’t read those yet, be sure to check out part 1 here and part 2 here :D

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“You know, I totally understand why you were annoyed with me when I asked to drag you away from this cake,” Oliver remarked, taking another bite, and she shook her head in amusement.

They were sitting in the castle kitchen eating defrosted leftover cake from the ball and swapping stories about holiday traditions at their homes and she was so, so happy she hadn’t let him go.

She almost had. Even after she had found out his identity and where he was staying. Because along with that information came a slew of articles about billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen, and she wasn’t sure if that was a guy she wanted to know. She had wondered if it would be better to just hold onto the fairytale-like memory of the Oliver who had danced with her at the ball.

But then she remembered all the gossip articles that had been written about her, the little twists on the truth. She didn’t want people to judge her based on a persona the media created for her, so it wouldn’t be fair of her to dismiss Oliver based on his.

And in the time that he had stayed with her so far—a few days had turned into almost two weeks—he had been open and honest about the parts that were true, the parts he didn’t like about himself, while also letting her see the person that the media failed to capture.

A person that understood, even if on a smaller scale, what it was like to have pressure and expectations put on you just because of your last name. A person that she could definitely see herself falling in love with. A person that could make her future role as Queen less lonely.

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hi friends! this is part 2 of yesterday’s installment, so if you haven’t read that yet, be sure to check it out here :D

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“We need to go.” He grabbed Tommy’s arm and pulled him away from the two women he was flirting with. “Right now.”

“Wha—not cool dude. I didn’t even get a chance to get their numbers. Or addresses? Do you think they have phones in this place? Maybe they use messenger pigeons—“

“Obviously they have phones, this is not the Middle Ages,” he cut him off gruffly.

“I was joking. Because it’s a monarchy and the castle and— Man, what has got you so riled up?”

“I—I don’t want to talk about it. Now c’mon.” He continued to practically drag his friend towards the nearest exit.

“Something go wrong with Cinderella? You should know that I overheard two very important looking guys who were furious that you managed to get her to dance with you. Well done. Why aren’t we sticking around for the you to get a tour of the royal bedchamber?”

He kept his mouth shut until they had made it out of the castle.

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Prompt #8 Holiday gala; slow dacing in a winter wonderland.

thanks for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind that I took this in a very modern fairytale (love at first dance Cinderella style and everything) AU route :D enjoy!

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“Your highness?”

“Felicity!” Her mom nudged her shoulder. “Are you even paying attention?”

Looking up from her tablet she noticed the royal seamstress watching her expectantly.

“I’m sorry. What were you asking?”

The seamstress gestured to the two dresses she had on display. “I was wondering if you had made a decision on what dress you’d like to wear for the Winter Ball so that I can finish the alterations, Your Highness.”

“Oh. Ummm…”

“I like the red one,” her mom commented. “It’s a beautiful color on you….”

She was beyond caring. Her excitement for the annual ball had fled the country and abdicated the throne when she realized that this year the festivities were going to feel like an entire season of the Bachelorette crammed into one evening with potential suitors all trying to vie for her attention. With her ascension to the throne looming, the local eligible bachelors had started to turn into piranhas.

She shrugged, “Sure. Let’s go with the red.”

“Oooh does that mean I can wear the gold one?” Her best friend Iris swept into the room and flopped down onto her bed next to her.

“Knock yourself out.”

“Will there be time to alter it for me?” Iris asked the seamstress.

“Certainly, your grace,” she nodded, pulling out her measuring tape and gesturing for Iris to step forward.

“I know you’re not excited for this ball,” her mother began while the seamstress set to work pinning the gold gown around Iris’ figure. “But try to keep an open mind about the gentlemen who will be in attendance. No one is forcing you to marry any of them.”

“It certainly feels like it,” she muttered.

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Natalie: presenting the king and queen of DCTV @StephenAmell @EmilyBett #HVFFSanJose

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beautiful photo of my favorite couple #olicity the smoak family present at the wedding reception Oliver and Felicity got married 🎯💞👓💒💞🎆 olicity wedding Oliver and Felicity look gorgeous I love them 😍😍🤵👰💕🎯💕👓💒🎊🎂💐💕😍

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Not Enough: Arrow 6x05 Review (Deathstroke Returns)

I am going to be honest. I have a lot of Slade Wilson issues.  So, I wasn’t particularly jazzed for “Deathstroke Returns.” Some of my issues are addressed, but most are not. Oliver’s reaction to Slade in particular made this a difficult episode for me to enjoy.  Also, most of the twists weren’t very twisty. We could see them coming.

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[austinbutlermischief]

Soo Married already 

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Oliver and Felicity  I Reversal I  6x04   #just look at his face  #he is so happy

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#you know you were waiting for this one

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Posting for science

[dust2dust34]

Ok, but, in my head Oliver first went to Felicity and told her what he was thinking of doing, that he wants to give up being the Green Arrow in order to be there for William. And he asked her for her input and took it into consideration. Because he's learned from the past and he's not about to exclude her from major life decisions which will ultimately affect her too. Because they are partners.

Yes, anon! Yes.

In my mind, he calls her. He spent the entire afternoon with William and it’s been on his mind, ever since picking him up, ever since he’d had to leave his son again when Anatoly called him. He’s ready to make a decision, but he isn’t quite there yet.

So he calls Felicity.

“Hey,” she says, a smile evident in her voice. 

“Hey,” he says, dropping onto the couch. His tie is loose and his are sleeves unbuttoned. His stomach is full of Chinese food and his heart is brimming with a happiness he didn’t even know existed because his son has started opening up to him. He’s letting Oliver learn things - like that he’s a little sneak kicking Oliver’s ass while Oliver mashed buttons - but also that he always ordered sweet and sour chicken because it was his and his mother’s favorite.

“I was just about to call you.” 

He settles into the cushions, letting his head fall back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms, and he can hear her smile growing. “Curtis said yes.”

Oliver grins. “Congratulations.” A new brand of warm contentment spreads through him as he basks in her joy with her. In the fact that she’s sharing it with him at all. “That’s fantastic news. And it’s good, because according to the paperwork you filed he said yes ages ago.”

Felicity laughs. “Yeah, well… I’m hard to say no to.”

A moment of silence settles between them because god, she has no idea. It’s not a strained silence, but it’s definitely full - of knowledge, of promise, of the future. Oliver closes his eyes. He wants to talk about that with her, so badly it aches. And all the promises of ‘soon’ are starting to stack up. Like right now. It’s not the time, but if she agrees with his idea, if she thinks it’s a good idea, if she supports him… then maybe soon isn’t so far off.

“So what’s up?” Felicity asks. 

He fills her in on his afternoon with his son. He tells her every single detail, marveling in it all over again, feeling like he’s experiencing it all again for the first time as he tells her. 

“It got me thinking,” Oliver says, “about what I could do now to be here more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, like, maybe… maybe taking a step back again. Away from the Green Arrow.”

“… Oh.” 

He waits for her to process.

“Not, like… not permanently?” she asks.

“No,” Oliver replies immediately, and he’s surprised by how true that is. “I couldn’t do that, not like before. It’s part of who I am, it always will be. But right now I need to get some other things realigned.”

“Oh.”

This time her voice is quieter, softer, coming from a place of gentle understanding. And maybe even a hint of something more. It gives him the assurance he didn’t know he needed to tell her his idea.

“I was thinking of asking John,” Oliver says. No, he more blurts it. He doesn’t realize how heavy that thought has been weighing on him until he finally voices it. “It’s a lot to ask, I know, but…”

“But he’s the perfect choice,” Felicity fills in. “The right choice. Can you imagine Curtis out there? Well, no, because I need him to be my second-in-command - which, by the way, please remind him I’m Jobs.” He has no idea what that means, but she breezes right past it. “And Rene couldn’t do it, he’d blow your cover faster than you ever could.” Oliver chuckles. “And you trust John.”

“I do.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “I think you should. At least ask. I think he’d go for it, for as long as you need. Remember when J.J. was born, when he put you in your place about trying to sideline him? This is his fight as much as yours. And mine. All of us. And I think he’d understand why you’re doing this. It’s not like William has anyone else right now.”

The relief that rushes through him is heady. 

Oliver sighs and some of the weight on his shoulders fades. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being… you. For understanding. For… for being here for me.”

“I’m always here for you, Oliver. Always. Thank you for letting me be.”

(Or something like that.)

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