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1, 5, 10, 11, 16 :--)
1: Real (first) Name?
Madison
5: Relationship status?
Single
10: How many followers?
483
11: Confession?
Uhh I have like 3 school assignments to do this weekend that were due last week oops
16: Last Text?
"we'll be home soon tho just watchin the end credit scene" (i went to xmen dofp last night (woooo) and was texting my sis)
send me a number!
"So we've had better ideas."
"So we’ve had some better ideas," Felicity admitted, her eyes glued on Oliver’s face.
"Just hang onto me, and don’t look down, Felicity," Oliver whispered, tightening his grip around her waist.
The two were undercover as their CEO/ executive assistant selves at a private auction held on the twelfth floor of one of Starling’s most elite club houses. But they weren’t staking out the auction; they were more interested in the meeting happening next door, where an up-and-coming branch of the Chinese mob were rumored to be trading girls on the Black Market. And somehow, the dynamic duo found themselves scaling the ledge of the clubhouse in order to plant a bug in the meeting.
"Seriously, who builds a fifteen story club house?" Felicity muttered, pulling closer against Oliver as the wind whipped against the building.
He had his back to the building, while she was facing it. He slowly made his way across the ledge and froze when one of the curtains moved.
"Stay very quiet," he whispered, then heard Felicity make an audible gulp. When the curtain stilled he began moving again.
"Uh, Oliver? Remember that thing you told me not to do?"
"You mean look down?" He grunted.
"Yeah. I did the thing," she whimpered.
"Felicity. Hey, look at me."
She looked up, his crystal blue eyes piercing. “I’ve got you, okay? I will not let anything bad happen to you, trust me.”
She nodded. This was Oliver Queen, after all. Never once has he let her down, and she was positive he was not about to start. He had better not; if he dropped her from this twelve-story ledge, she’d be really pissed.
Still, her heart raced against her chest, and with the position they found theirselves in, she was sure he could feel it.
"Do you trust me, Felicity?"
"Yes, I do," she nodded.
"Good. Because I really need you to trust me right now. I’m gonna slip into that open window and make sure the coast is clear. But I can’t carry you inside without the possibility of you getting hurt. So I need you to stay out here for a second, okay?"
"What! Oliver, don’t you dare- Oliver!"! She hissed, freezing in fear as he crouched into the window. Her hands immediately grabbed whatever piece of building she could, as she glued herself against it. She heard a few grunts, followed by the sound of dropping bodies. When she saw a shadow appear at the window, she gasped. "Please be Oliver, please."
"Felicity, come on. It’s clear," she heard him say as he stuck his head out the window.
He held a hand out, and eased her towards him. As he grabbed her waist to carry her in, one of the mobsters grabbed Oliver’s ankle and hauled. Oliver grunted as he kicked the man’s face, but couldn’t steady himself fast enough. He went flying through the air, pulling Felicity into the room. He landed with a hard thud on the ground, as she landed hard against him.
"Oh my God," she whispered pressing her forehead into his chest. "I almost- We almost- Oh my God."
"Hey, hey. I promised you I wouldn’t let you get hurt, right? Look- we’re fine. We’re both fine," he said, smoothing her hair.
"I didn’t realize your promise included my using you as a landing pad," she said as she struggled to get up. "A very… Hard landing pad. Wow, the salmon ladder really works, huh?"
"Felicity-"
"Right, sorry," she said, smoothing her skirt. He got up with ease and checked the room again.
"And I appreciate what you said, Oliver, but maybe next time we can take the front door instead?"
"But where’s the fun in that?" He smirked, leading her down an empty hallway.
azalea; magnolia; tulip; foxglove. xx
azalea: What’s a movie you cried while watching?
Hm… Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One (I think you can guess why), and Bridge to Terabithia.
magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?
I adore chocolate in pretty much all forms, but I particularly love Reese’s anything!
tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
My dad makes a special cake we call “Chocolate Overload.” That’s what I ask for every year. :)
foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
My parents have been married 20 years now
I have a fifteen year old younger brother addicted to rock climbing
My dad is a musician
send me something!
harpersmoak I do it all the time. I love shipping good characters with really bad characters because either the good one will be corrupted in the best way or the bad one will gain a soft side.
hi hello hey okay i'm sorry this isn't a prompt but it's kind of like an appreciation ask i guess? because i am absolutely infatuated with your drabbles and i just.. wow you're good at writing omg i'm sorry i'm such a spaz but basically yeah thank you for writing <333
Spaz? I think not. More like super-awesome-really-nice person! Hello! Haha thank you so much, I totally appreciate that, and I really appreciate you sending me this! I’m just really glad you enjoy them :)
harpersmoak replied to your link “WICKED U: A Maze Runner College AU ~Chapter Seven: You Saved Me~”
thank the gods from above for a new chapter
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"You're being awfully quiet today."
(Definitely one of my favorites!)
"You’re being awfully quiet today," Oliver remarked, surprising her. "Felicity?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. What-what did you say?" She turned in her seat to see him watching her.
It was another night of just the two of them. Felicity sighed. It was the end of the day, and she’d thought he would’ve mentioned something. Even Diggle and Roy mentioned something to her, but it was him that she was waiting for.
"I said that you were awfully quiet today. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," She nodded. "Yup. Everything’s all good."
"Are you sure? There isn’t anything you want to talk about?"
"Nope," She shook her head.
"Felicity, I meant what I said before. If you ever need someone to tell about your day, you can tell me."
"Yeah, I know."
"Okay, well if you aren’t going to voluntarily tell me about your day, I’m going to ask you. Felicity, how was your day?" He leaned forward on the desk, his attention fully on her.
"It was, uh, it was fine. You know, the usual. Started my morning working for you, planning your day and all that. Well, you would know; you were there. Then from the afternoon on I spent it here. Uh, I guess you know that too… You were here. Wow, I basically spend the whole day with you. Huh. Not that that’s a bad thing, you know. But just- Just overall a very, very typical, normal day," She said simply, drumming her fingers on the table. Oliver’s eyebrows rose. "Yup. Just your- just your average, ordinary everyday kind of day. Yeah."
"Except, it’s not," He said a moment later, rising from his seat. He circled around his desk and sat in the metal stool beside her chair. They were eye-level now.
"What do you mean, ‘it’s not’?"
Holding up his index finger, he wordlessly opened the drawer beside him and pulled out a wrapped package; the green bow stood out against the package’s silver wrapping. Without breaking eye contact, he put the present on the table and slid it to her.
"For you," He said simply.
"For- for me?"
"Yeah. Happy birthday, Felicity," He smiled. "You didn’t think I’d forget my own partner’s birthday, would you?"
"I- Wh- No, Oliver. No, of course not. It’s, um, wow. Thank you," She smiled.
Oliver slid the present closer to her and she laughed. Taking the box in her hands, she slowly peeled off the wrappings, taking the bow and putting it on her chest. Her mouth dropped.
"Oliver. This is- Holy cow." Her eyes scanned the picture on the box. It was the newest multi-purpose tablet, the most expensive one on the market. She put the tablet down on the table and grabbed his hand. "Thank you, Oliver. Really. This is the best birthday present anyone’s ever given me."
"You’re welcome, Felicity. I’m glad you like it." She released his hand and smiled at her present once more. "Hey." He reached forward to cup her face. Leaning into it, she sighed. "Today is not your average, ordinary everyday kind of day. It’s your birthday, Felicity, and that is one hell of a special day."
"Thank you, really," She smiled.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes closed at the touch, wishing he would keep it there longer. He let his lips linger for a moment more before pulling away.
"Happy birthday, Felicity," He gave her one last smile before standing up and returning to his desk.
teresa? :)
In reality, I’m a frizzball a la Mia Thermopolis pre-makeover in The Princess Diaries. Someone in my family had frizzy, curly hair and I ended up with it instead of the typical, sleek straight hair that people of Asian descent usually have.
