Whelp folks, this is it. 2 months of stress rising to new heights I was not aware were possible and tomorrow & overmorrow it shall hopefully come to a conclusion.
Think of me tomorrow and cross your fingers that I will utterly fail bc funnily enough that is the goal. I need to fail hard.
I will elaborate some more once this shit is over and done but rn I am just a mess of nerves need to prep some stuff and if I think too hard about it I might start to cry a bit so like…
Today shall be filled with gallows humour and wine. Lots of wine.
Just because Felicity Smoak planned to be stranded on Lian Yu didn’t mean she wouldn’t bring at least some tech.
Oliver got to be her photographer for a pic or two. Long after they return to their lives he gets to cherish some nicer moments with a photo of a woman who changes his world.
This is for One More Push, wanted a visual creation of Ms. Smoak being a minx and torturing Oliver with frustration.
It was a quiet night as Oliver looked down from his crouched position on the small balcony overlooking the south side of Felicity’s townhome. She has been trying to get him to look forward to more than names in a book since they talked about his mission. To his surprise at first her not being bothered by having a list was just so perplexing to him. She urged him to help people less fortunate and not be seen as a body dumper of sorts.
He has maimed a few opponents but hasn’t killed anyone other than those mercenaries who kidnapped him. He might have really done a number on the man that thought he was going to force himself on an unsuspecting waitress heading home from a long day at a diner. He has followed the list otherwise but scoured the city and stopped petty crime in a bow and arrow fashion that made for some interesting bedroom talk.
Scaling back down the brick moor wall of one of her neighbor’s facing her backyard. He walked the distance to his Ducati revving it up. His side pocket started to vibrate as his gloved fingers felt for his phone as he leaned back on the bike reading her text.
*You coming over tomorrow morning?*
He looked over at where her room was and it was pitch black. There was no light at all coming from her place. He came by and observed her home in the last hour after he was done patrolling the streets.
*Are you home?*
There it was a light from her lamp lit up the dark from her nightstand. She was in her bedroom.
*I tried to sleep but I couldn’t.*
He dialed the familiar number and didn’t wait long when he heard her voice. “Oliver, are you nearby?”
“I’m near. You need me to stop by?”
“You aren’t talking to me while on your bike are you?” her voice coming off stern.
“I’m actually by the alley near your home.”
“Ah..hmm you’re the ass on that bike somewhere outside.”
“Yep!” He didn’t even deny it.
“Go store your bike without being seen. I’ll wait for you.”
“Back entrance but...”
“I won’t unlock it until I know it’s you.” She rolled her eyes, he knew she rolled her eyes. “Okay be there soon.” He hung up and took off on his bike. He was in his leathers and well just in case someone was watching he wouldn’t take any chances.
Driving a short distance and routing back to where he would cut his engine and roll his bike under a tarp in the back. He strode to the back door and when he opened the door easily his eyes narrowed as he was about to have a few choice words with the woman in question of slacking in how much he quizzed her on safety.
She was sitting crossed legged with a big grin waiting to be lectured. A chair he bought at a local store because the artsy one she had was not a comfortable one at all.
“You saw me in the back?” A nod confirmed his question. He strode to her and felt at peace as his lips nipped hers at first teasing her. Waiting for her impatience where she rose up from the seat to claim his lips gave him the opportunity to claim his chair and have her in his lap. Their sweet touches of declarations of how much they missed each other even though it has been a few hours would hopeful never die down.
Pulling from her a little bit he asked, “Why aren’t you asleep?” Cradling her head in his hands looking into her sleepy eyes.
“My grizzly bear was missing.” Her head popped down softly on his shoulder taking in his scent.
“Oh maybe we should go look for him or her? It could be under the covers where you belong.”
She patted his back lightly and straightened in his lap. “Sure we can. Will you stay and help me and put me to bed.”
After a lingering kiss and another yawn from Felicity, he rose with her in his arms. “Come on sleepy head.” He tilted having her touch the floor softly and led her to her room.
With pillows all over her floor and those accent ones that he wondered like most males why on earth they were needed. Pushing through and having her land on the bed with a dramatic sigh she backed up until her back was against the headboard looking at him contemplating her next words. He loved how expressive her pajamas were. Tonight they were lost in space genre centric and his girl was such a geek.
“Are we going to look for my bear?” she said in a very teasing note.
He shook his head knowing very well she had no grizzle bear teddies in actuality she had no stuffed animals of any kind. He asked her about it but it lead to a tearful dad issue that made him angry. So she had none and he hoped that sometime in the future he could share a special moment with such frivolous stuffed toy with her.
He undressed with her watchful eye as he hung his suit in the enclosed bag. He turned to her whistle and it made him roll his eyes but she did get him to grin. Her hand rummaging within a draw on her nightstand she pulled out some facial wipes and using her indexing finger to tell him to come over as he did on command he crawled up to meet her as she began to wipe the grease paint off his eyes. Ever so gently she took these moments of sweet intimacy of tending to his needs in his quest for justice.
“I’m growing to love our routines.”
“I do hope it not the motherly one. Where I nag and you stomp around like a little angry angel.”
“Pff” he huffed. “There is nothing about how I see you as my mom but I’d be really appreciative if we don’t go there.”
“Oh, poor baby Thea giving you a hard time then?”
“Swear she’s a pod of my mom.” He says as he turns over and sits down grabbing the covers on his side. Felicity is adjusting to her side of the bed as they prepare to actually sleep.
“They must notice you not being at home?”
“Well they know I’m seeing someone. Well my mom knows it’s you but Thea well she’s thinking I’m sleeping with a new model each night.”
“How romantic.” She leers.
“Not getting educated by my little sis. It’s disturbing enough when she off handling talks about my sex life.”
“How’s that going for you?”
“Great, you should meet her.” He gets wacked in the arm. “Ouch.”
“Boy, you keep up with that trash and you’ll need to find another model…”
Cutting her off with his lips is his favorite pastime.
“I think I’m… can’t think of the word but it all good. I’m good with what I’ve got.”
Felicity eyebrows rose at him as he then cracks up laughing.
“Baby, I am very content, happy, and so damn ecstatic really.”
“But…”
“But nothing! I know a part of me is waiting for the shoe to drop but for all these months it’s just feels like it is coming along the way it should. I’m following a list have a great backup solider by my side and I’m doing that thing you and Diggle nagged me about doing some good outside of the list.”
“I didn’t nag you on that. That was all Diggle. He just recruited me to get you on board.” She smiled at his tortured face.
“Well how is everything with you coming along, keeping our relationship a secret and all?”
“I had to turn down a few fellas but I’m okay.” She taunted.
“Albert or is it that douche Mike? Please don’t tell me its Tommy’s dad.”
“You think Malcolm Merlyn is trying to get into my pants, skirt?”
“He sees you a lot. I got that from passing the water cooler last week.”
“Seriously? Tommy’s dad? The man comes and sees me about twice a week and he asks about Tommy all the time. Tommy lives in his house. I don’t live with Tommy.”
“Wait, wait.” Oliver is sitting rigid now on the bed looking down at Felicity. “Mr. Merlyn sees you twice a week about Tommy.” Oliver fingers the name Tommy as he looks at her as if she is clueless.
“Why are you air quoting the name Tommy. What else would his father come visit me about?”
Oliver looks at her and then grumbles, “Either Tommy talks about you to his dad or Mr. Merlyn does want to be a whole lot friendlier with you. Either way I’ll serious consider murdering him.”
“Okay, you know what. This is boarding on crazy. Let’s get some sleep.”
“Fine but if he starts making excuses to visit you.” Oliver warns.
“Sure I’ll keep that in mind.” She mumbles.
He gets back into a comfortable position and holds her near.
“I don’t think I like the thought of sharing. I know I know you’re no object but it is just that no one knows about us and it has moments like this that get me all riled up.”
She kisses his hand that she brought to her lips. “I am yours let the world slip away. I’m not going anywhere.”
