GRAB YOUR TOWELS, GRAB YOUR SUNSCREEN.
IT'S BEACH EPISODE TIME!!!!
Chapters 15 & 16 of Sweet & Sour Dipplins are officially out! We got a lot going on in this double update, and it's all happening on the sandy shores. B)
I know this was highly anticipated, so I'm hoping you enjoy it!
Check out some of the other creators participating in the dipplinshipping beach episode fic-a-thon on AO3:
- Chapter 5 & 6 of "Another No Good Very Bad Semester" by @angelabsol
- Chapter 4 of "Dipplinshipping Ficlets" by @kyokokusakabe
Thanks all 300 of you for following and for continuing to give wonderful prompts and fills! This has been much more successful than I ever thought it would! (And I promise I will eventually fix the tag page so it will be easier to find prompts...)
On that note, since we do have many lovely prompts and I know some may have gotten buried I was thinking of doing another event and wanted to gauge interest.
I am thinking of doing a beginning of the year fic-a-thon. I will put together a list of already submitted prompts from the kink meme that were very popular (based on number of notes) and you will be able to claim a prompt to fill. I will be sure to pick a variety of prompts with different ships, characters, etc. so we can have fans from across the fandom participate!
This would be slightly different than the Secret Santa: strictly fic, you won't be giving a gift to a certain person, and you can choose your prompt to fill. I will most likely use Ao3 for this event so an Ao3 account would be necessary.
Let me know if you would be interested! If we have enough interest I will start planning.
hey mersey i was so pumped to see you were writing the denny laine shirt fic.
Hi anon! Thank you for coming by to say this! I like the prompt too, and it’s definitely right up my alley, although I have to figure out how to make it different from the other two post-break-up John POV fics I’ve written. 🙃
Welcome to round 11 of the Tok'ra Kree! Prompt-a-thon!
The time has come to leave prompts for the 11th round. We got a lot of wonderful prompts for the last round, and we hope the same will be the case now!
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Below is Chapter One, The Queens and Movie Star, in case you have read it yet.... Happy Hiatus!
The Summer People (1/?) Olicity AU Fan Fiction
by Olicity Smoaky
Rated: M for later chapters; This chapter rated: G
Felicity plays nanny to her movie star cousin’s kids and meets a billionaire playboy trying to find his way in the world, Oliver Queen.
Read on here or at AO3
As the Hampton Jitney slid down Montauk Hwy, Felicity Smoak pondered a difficult equation: How did an MIT top-of-her-class graduate with two masters degrees (acquired by the age of twenty), plus two years of experience running the IT department at Wayne Enterprises, equal a summer job as a nanny? Not that being a nanny was beneath her in the sense of being a human being, but Felicity was meant for other things.
The bus pulled into Southampton depot. The passengers filed out one-by-one. The air was warm and muggy. Felicity stood on the sidewalk, trying to spot her Hollywood starlet cousin, Susan. She said she would come to get her, which shocked Felicity. Susan rarely did anything for herself, and Felicity wasn’t even sure that she drove. As she stood waiting, she saw a black Porshe pull up to the curb. Sure enough, it was Susan – painted up, model trashy without a trace of fat anywhere, except maybe in her collagen lips, Susan. Of course, she wasn’t behind the wheel. There was a captivatedly attractive man in that position. That came out wrong, didn’t it? She thanked God that no one was close enough to hear that particular unfiltered remark fall out of her mouth. Felicity had the tendency to mutter the things on her mind, particularly the embarrassingly inappropriate ones. Before she could dig herself further into a think-hole, a young girl with brown shoulder length hair in perfect summer dress and shoes, popped up beside her.
“Are you ready for it?” the girl asked smoothly, hitching a bright blue leather bag on her shoulder. Felicity recognized it as a Ferragamo. She had never had enough money to purchase one, but her mother had taught her about such things at an early age.
Felicity frowned. “Ready for what?”
“Summer in the Hamptons? I so am,” said the young woman. She looked to be about eighteen or so, possibly twenty.
“Felicity!” Susan squealed, waving her floppy sun hat like a flag. Felicity groaned. She certainly wasn’t ready for it. This was going to be a terrible summer.
“Looks like we’re sharing the same ride,” said the girl beside her.
“We are?” Felicity asked, perplexed.
“That’s my brother driving that car, and I take it you’re Felicity since you’re the only person shrinking back from the attention of Susan Fitzpatrick rather than gawking at her.”
The young woman held out her hand. “Thea Queen.”
Felicity blinked for a moment. Thea Queen? As in Queen Consolidated heiress to billions Thea Queen? What was she doing on the Hampton Jitney? Luxury bus or not.
“And that’s my brother Oliver,” Thea explained, gesturing toward the convertible.
Felicity’s gaze homed in on the handsome face of the man behind the wheel. “Oh, he’s very…”
“Yeah, so they say,” said Thea with a smirk. “I guess we better go. Susan looks… frustrated.”
Frustrated? She was with Oliver Queen. Felicity knew all about him since his father’s company had been one of the places she’d had her eye on for a job post-MIT. Or at least, that’s the excuse she gave herself for knowing all about the guy. She’d never admit that she spent study breaks reading TMZ headlines between Dr. Who episodes. She also would never admit that she found Oliver Queen incredibly hot. Ridiculous. Likely an asshole but extremely hot.
“Felicity, pumpkin pie! Hurry up!” Susan called with a dramatic pout. Susan’s personality reminded Felicity of a less down-to-earth and morally intact Cameron Diaz. Beautiful, dramatic, full of light, and did whatever she felt like. Unlike Cameron – that moral thing not getting in the way maybe – Susan, who knew she shouldn’t have been a mother – had three children. No husband any more. That didn’t matter though. As far as Susan was concerned, that made her twenty-one again. And Susan was not twenty-one.
Thea laughed out loud at Susan. “She’s a trip.”
“Yeah, I agreed to nanny for her this summer. I’m starting to think it was a big mistake,” said Felicity as they began toward the car.
“Why? You don’t like kids?” asked Thea.
“Wouldn’t know. Never really had the chance to babysit,” said Felicity. “I’ve spent the last twenty-two years of my life behind a book or a computer. She’s the only person with kids I really know.”
Thea lifted her eyebrow. “Well, if you need help…I guess give me a call. I’m not that good with kids either, but maybe we can make sense of the whole thing together,” she said, stopping behind the trunk of the car. Her comment surprised Felicity. Why would a billionaire heiress want to help a nanny? Probably an eccentricity of wealth.
Oliver popped out of the car and took their bags, securing them in trunk. He smiled at Felicity then winked. “All set, ladies,” he said as they all slipped into the car.
“Pumpkin,” Susan said leaning over the back and puckering her lips. Felicity turned her cheek, letting Susan slap a wet kiss on it. She immediately wiped her face. If it was one thing the women in her family had in common, Felicity included, was a propensity to wear gobbed on bright lipstick – usually red, pink or fuchsia. Susan turned to Thea. “Susan Fitzgerald. Nice to meet you.”
“Thanks. I’ve seen your movies. They’re great.”
“I like her,” Susan said to Oliver, who chuckled, looking in his rear view mirror at Felicity in a way that made her squirm. She’d never seen eyes like that before in her life. It was like they were looking straight through her and doing crazy things to her insides. She had to look away.
“Oliver, this is my perfect little cousin,” Susan said, her voice a bit sarcastic. Felicity pinched her lips together. She was not going to embarrass herself by replying. Susan was doing a good enough job for her already. She looked down into her lap. She really wasn’t used to feeling so small around people. She was strong-willed, held her own at work. But these people just weren’t the types of people she was used to – privileged and way too sure of themselves.
Oliver turned around. “Oliver Queen,” he said, which forced her to look up. She took his hand, trying hard to ignore the sensation that climbed over her skin at his touch. “You okay?”
Felicity blushed hard. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“Felicity, she’s always been a little – well, like I said, she’s our special girl, isn’t that right, Felicity?” Felicity groaned inwardly. Her cousin was half-giving her a compliment and half-insulting her. She treated her like she was a socially awkward underdeveloped cute little genius girl. It irritated Felicity to no end. Her mother was Felicity’s aunt, and Susan, well, Susan was a movie star, an A-lister, which was something Felicity would never be. Sure, they both came from work-class existences, and Susan showed Felicity there was always a chance to change circumstances, but Felicity was more into what her mind could bring her, not her pretty face.
Oliver pulled the car out of the depot and took off down the highway, heading east.
“So, Ollie, where we going?” Thea asked enthusiastically.
“You are going to the house after I drop these lovely ladies off, then I am going out with Tommy.”
“And I can’t come why? I just spent two hours on a bus after finishing a god awful final this morning – I go to Barnard,” she side-noted to Felicity, “and I want to have fun.”
“Because you’re nineteen, Speedy, and we are going to a club.”
“Like that’s ever stopped me before,” she muttered, slumping back in the seat. “How old are you, Felicity?”
“I’m twenty-two,” she said, clearing her throat.
Oliver glanced at her in the rear view mirror again. It was getting a little unnerving.
“Maybe you should go with Ollie.”
Susan guffawed.
“What’s so funny? She’s old enough,” Thea replied. “My brother Ollie’s twenty-eight, so he thinks he rules the world. And Susan, you’re what? Forty-one?”
“Speedy…” Oliver warned.
“Maybe if you didn’t treat me like I was eleven…”
Susan chuckled. “I’m thirty-seven. But Felicity here’s a bit of a goody-two-shoes, isn’t that right, baby doll?” Before Felicity could respond Susan went on, “And little miss thing, I hear forty’s a riot. I, for one, can’t wait,” she said with a flick of her wrist. Felicity and Thea shared looks.
The rest of the car ride continued like this – Susan chirping the strangeness of her mind, Thea dryly quipping her comments at Oliver rather than Susan, Oliver chuckling, then eyeing Felicity in the rear view mirror. Felicity decided to lock eyes on the sea of trees going by until they reached Susan’s compound.
“Bye, Oliver. Thanks for the ride,” Susan said, turning his face to hers and slapping a full kiss on his lips. If Felicity did not know better, she’d say that Oliver stiffened at the interaction. It was probably in her head. What guy wouldn’t want to kiss her perfect cousin? Even if his name was Oliver Queen.
“Nice meeting you, Thea. Let’s go, pumpkin,” Susan said, striding up the walk toward the massive front entrance to her Cape Cod-style mansion.
Before Felicity could follow, Thea called out. “Wait! Here’s my number. Call me and let’s hang out. It’ll be fun.” Felicity noticed she did not repeat her offer to help with the kids. Maybe she’d just said that.
“Sure,” Felicity replied. “If I have time, I guess.”
“Make time. Bye, Felicity!”
“Nice meeting you, Felicity,” said Oliver.
“You, too,” she said, urging the flush she felt rising up her cheeks to cool down then walked up the path into her new world.
***
As Oliver pulled away from Susan’s mansion, he tried pushing away the impure thoughts he was having about the girl he’d just met. She was too young for him, right? A candidate for friendship with Thea. She said she was twenty-two. She was grown. He half-wondered what Susan would think if he tried asking her out. If Felicity was anyone else, Susan wouldn’t have cared. She and Oliver weren’t together. Susan was about fun and the next good thing, but she seemed to be very opinionated about her cousin.
His phone flashed on the console coupled with the familiar sound of an in-coming text. Thea swiped it up. “It’s dad.”
“Ignore it.”
“It says, ‘you’re lucky you’re not six feet under, kid,’” Thea read the text off. “What did you do, Ollie?”
“It’s none of your business.” He wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t. He was afraid she’d look at him differently. Not that she didn’t know he was a screw-up. Everyone from the tabloid journalists to bartender at the Green Derby, a dive bar down the road, seemed to expect Oliver Queen to make a mess of things. His phone blooped with another text.
“This one says, ‘If it weren’t for you mother, I’d disinherit you. Just do me one favor. Keep your sister out of trouble this summer.’ What is that supposed to mean, Ollie? What happened?” asked Thea, her voice softer and less accusatory this time.
Oliver snapped the phone away from her. “It’s adult business, Thea.”
“When are you going to accept that I’m not a kid anymore, Ollie? Or better yet, that you’re not an adult,” she responded, arms folded and looking out of the window.
Oliver glared at her for a moment but couldn’t help but crack a smile. He loved his sister and was glad she was there with him. “I know you’re not a kid, but can you cut me some big brother slack?”
She turned, beaming at him. “Only if you promise not to take me to Hodown Hot Dogs before we head to the house.”
“Do you want Tommy to meet us there?” he asked. They both knew Hodown was Tommy’s favorite food stop outside of Big Belly Burger back home in Starling.
“Nah, let it just be us for now. I missed you, big brother.”
“Missed you, too, Speedy.”
“Next time we go, we can invite Tommy and Felicity.”
Oliver shot her a look.
“My friend, your friend. What’s wrong with that?” she asked a little too innocently, making Oliver wonder and somewhat worry about what was going through her mind. He hoped Thea wasn’t already playing matchmaker. She had this notion that Oliver just needed the right woman to straighten him out. She was such a kid. Oliver didn’t need anyone. He could take care of himself. But he was intrigued by Felicity. He wanted to know more about her, but at his own pace, not at the hands of his meddling little sister.
“Nothing at all,” Oliver replied. “Just behave yourself, and we’ll all be fine.”
“You follow that rule, and I’ll make sure to do the same.”
Imagine that Anakin and Obi-wan and Padme are all asexual, and they all know that (about themselves and the others) before they enter into a relationship. Padme only gets pregnant because the Force decides that it wants grandbabies.
This one started off as fluff and quickly descended into crack. Enjoy!
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“Sooo, who launched the missile?”
The three of them looked over at the sly smile on the delegate’s face. He faltered at their blank incomprehension. “Um. Won the great race? Put the bun in the metaphorical oven.” At their continued confusion he visibly wilted. “Oh dear, unless mammalian humanoids don’t work quite like that, in which case, my deepest apologies.”
The troopers that accompanied the trio were nothing if not helpful. “We launch a great deal of aerial weaponry and excel at contests of speed, though I can’t say many in the GAR are very good at baking,” Rex interjected. He jerked a thumb over at the trooper to his left. “Fives can make a mean quiche if he can get his hands on the ingredients though.”
“Ah…” The delegate was floundering in earnest now.
Understanding dawned. “Oh,” Padme said, settling a hand over her gently swelling abdomen. “You mean my pregnancy?”
The delegate brightened. “Yes! Congratulations, to you and, um, your partner?” His eyes flitted between Anakin and Obi-wan, decorum obviously at war with curiosity. “I would give you the traditional greeting, only, um, I’m not quite sure…”
“It’s quite all right, ambassador,” Padme said with grace. She looks over behind her and gives a cheeky grin. Anakin beams back while Obi-wan only crosses his arms in amusement. “They are both my partners.”
“Oh! Well excuse my lapse, then, if you’d allow me to show you to your rooms-”
After the doors to their private apartment had closed behind him Anakin finally burst into laughter. “The look on your face,” he gasped, collapsing onto the plush carpet. Obi-wan sniffed as he began a circuit of the room.
“Launched the missile,” he muttered in disbelief, peering at their security measures.
“Buns...in ovens…” Anakin chortled.
Padme kept a straight face for a few beats longer. “So which of you gentlemen won the great race,” she said dryly, and that was enough to send all three of them off again.
“The only race...I’m winning,” Anakin wheezed, “is the race to the fresher.”
“Too late, I think Obi-wan’s beaten you there.”
“Correct,” a voice echoed from the spacious fresher door, the sound of water being drawn already ringing through the apartment. “However, I’m generous enough to share with my fellow missile launcher if he decides to behave himself.”
Anakin helped her off the couch and accompanied her to the fresher doorway. “I always behave,” he protested.
“Negative, you and Padme both splash and if you two get soap in my eyes again I am divorcing both of you.”
“Divorced. During our own honeymoon,” Padme said dryly. “Anakin why did we marry this cruel, cruel man.”
Anakin paused thoughtfully from where he was stripping out of his clothes. “He’s good at folding sheet corners on the bed? I don’t know.” He looked over at where their third was carefully measuring out the bubble bath. “Hey Obi-wan what are your redeeming qualities?”
The splash followed by an indignant yelp was all the answer they needed.
Elsewhere on the lavish vacation planet:
“So who is the father?” the hotel manager asked, leaning over the ocean side bar top. Rex shrugged and threw back another piña colada.
“The Force,” he said, deadpan.
The manager looked at the other troopers in helpless askance.
“They both are,” Echo explained seriously
“Or neither, really,” Waxer added.
Fives tapped his nose. “Jedi magic your mortal mind can’t comprehend,” he said ominously.
