anonymous asked:

Mmmmm I have to pick !! 6."Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?" (oliver the naked one ;D)

(got a bunch of requests for this one! hahha)

(in this we’re pretending Sara is just back in town visiting because NO she’s not dead she’s on vacation in the Bahamas.)


Felicity ran through the door of her apartment, shucking her work shoes as she went and pulling her hair hastily from its ponytail.

She, for once, was the late one. When she had planned having a late lunch with Sara she forgot to factor is how much they ended up talking when they got together—she was already 5 minutes late for dinner with Oliver. So maybe they’d actually end up there at the same time.

She barged into her room, flinging her purse and jacket onto a chair in the corner, facing the wall as she quickly unzipped the side of her dress in the dark.

"Felicity," a rough voice said behind her suddenly and a screech sounded from her throat as she whirled around, the straps of her dress slipping down her shoulders at the movement.

What the hell?” She practically screamed as her eyes made contact with familiar blue ones, her fear turning into anger.

Oliver laughed, surprised at her reaction as he lay in her bed.

But Felicity was most definitely more surprised—because not only was he comfortably spread across her bed, but he was naked.

Buck. Naked.

"What—what are you… Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed? Other than to scare me to death? And I do mean that literally. I think," She put a hand to her chest, still trying to calm her breathing, "I think I had a heart attack."

"The sight of me naked has been known to do that to people," Oliver said confidently, before his eyebrows turned down slightly at her confusion.

They both stood there quietly a long moment, Felicity shamelessly gawking at him. (And if she had to admit, it wasn’t exactly his face that had caught her attention.)

"Why do I get the feeling you had no idea I would be here?" He asked.

"Because I didn’t—not that it’s not enjoyable, really. I enjoy this—you, like this," her face heated as her face grew rough and she forced herself to look him in the eye, "Because I do. Really. I just didn’t expect it at this particular moment when I was running late to meeting you at the restaurant."

Oliver’s eyes furrowed further and he pushed himself from her bed, walking easily towards her despite his naked state.

"Restaurant? We talked earlier about this—I asked if it was okay I came over instead, just hang out here. And you said, and I quote," he laughed teasingly as he moved his voice a pitch higher to imitate her, “‘You can meet me at my place as long as dinner isn’t the only thing we’re eating.’ And then you put a little suggestive emoji thing at the end. The message seemed pretty clear to me."

Felicity eye’s went wide, as she stuttered out her denial, “What? I never sent that!”

"Well somebody did!" Oliver said.

Felicity’s mind whirled as she grabbed her phone, only to see she had a new message.

You were tense today—figured you just needed to get laid. Have fun babe! (;

She was going to kill Sara.

Felicity set the phone down as she fully took in Oliver’s ready state, a mischievous grin spreading over her face.

Well, maybe she’d kill Sara later. After all, who was she to deny herself of the pleasure that was a ready to please Oliver Queen?

holysmoaksoliver asked:

Olicity + 16?

"It could be worse," Oliver said guiltily.

"How could it possibly be worse?” Felicity yelled in her loud voice, frozen as she stared at the scene in front of her.

Her computer monitor was on the floor of their living room, the screen cracked in the middle and the vase that had dropped on it shattered all over the carpet.

"Well…" Oliver trailed off.

"We didn’t hit this part, Mom," Tommy said, pointing at the monitor on the floor under the desk.

"Yes! Exactly, we didn’t hit the monitor!" Oliver said smiling at her.

Do you even know how much this costs?!” She asked, walking towards the monitor and cupping the broken screen carefully. Her poor baby…

"Probably a lot, right?" Tommy asked.

"This model isn’t even in stores yet!" Felicity said, trying to calm her breathing.

The rationale side of her told her it was just a computer. But her heart wanted to cry at the sight.

"So. How did this happen?" she tried to ask calmly. Her boys were silent a long moment.

"Playing football in the house," Oliver muttered under his breath.

Felicity put her fingers to the bridge of her nose, reminding herself to breathe deeply. Trying not to freak out.

"Mommy?" Tommy said, the six year old coming to stand in front of her, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes, "I’m very sorry, Mommy."

Felicity’s heart melted slightly at her son, and she looked up at Oliver, rolling her eyes slightly.

"You know, he learned that from you," she said, but she was smiling ever so slightly. Oliver’s shoulders relaxed, and he smiled back.

"Works every time."

Her boys—couldn’t live with them. Couldn’t live without them.

anonymous asked:

Olicity #1

"Felicity, for the love of God, stop tapping your pen against the desk," Oliver snapped from across the room and Felicity jumped, not having noticed she was doing it.

She turned to shoot him an annoyed look. Gosh he was so controlling…

"Why don’t you come over here and make me," Felicity countered, pen still in her grasp. 

It was silent in the foundry a long moment, and she felt a smile take over her face.

She slowly brought the pen down, tapping it once more, hard against the desk.

Suddenly, he chair was being whirled around. Oliver was close behind her, hunched down so his face paralleled hers.

"I will," he said and Felicity froze as his mouth hovered painfully close to hers. His breath was warm on her lips as his eyes flickered between hers and her mouth. Inviting her. Teasing her. Torturing her.

"Oliver," she half-begged. She didn’t know what she wanted—her every instinct screamed at her to close that small gap between them despite the fact that they hadn’t solved anything between them. 

"Hmmm?" He asked simply. His tongue wet his lips ever so slightly, almost brushing hers due to their proximity.

Her heart thrummed in her ears, her breath coming quicker.

Oliver though, quickly snatched the pen out of her hand, leaning away from her with a smug smile.


ashandolicity asked:

olicity, 5

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" Oliver asked, smiling as Felicity’s eyes went wide.

"Psh, what?" She asked, laughing uneasily, "No! I don’t get jealous. I mean, you’re with me. You love me. I love you. Nawh, I’m not jealous. I mean I just—no!”

Felicity was shaking her head furiously—and unconvincingly. Oliver grinned.

"So you made up the excuse of an emergency while I was talking to Helena because…?" He trailed off waiting.

"I just… uhm. I missed you," she said, offering a weak smile.

"You missed me?" he asked, laughing.

"Yes. Of course. I mean, I hadn’t talked to you in awhile. I was wondering how you were," she said.


"So. How are you? How are uhm, things?" She continued, shifting her wait uncomfortably in her heels.

"You mean since the last time we talked—about twenty minutes ago? Things are fine. I’m just at this benefit—you know, the one you organized."

"Right…" she trailed off, fidgeting with her hair that curled oh her shoulders, "So, crazy that Helena’s here though right?"

"Mhmmm," he said, dragging it out with a grin on his lips.

"How is she? I mean, I haven’t heard you mention her… is she seeing anybody? I mean it’s been awhile, so she’s probably seeing somebody new…"

"Felicity," Oliver called, and Felicity looked up, meeting his gaze.

"You never ever have anything to worry about,” Oliver said, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss on her cheek, close to her ear.

She felt the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding go out of her and she nodded sheepishly.

"Right. Of course not," she said confidently as she shook off the moment, smiling up at him.

"Time for a dance?" Oliver offered his arm, looking down at her.


andjustforthismoment asked:

Olicity ~ 20 <3 <3 <3

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” Felicity said, poking Oliver’s side incessantly. 

He turned towards her groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he glanced toward the clock groaning.

"Felicity, I got home three hours ago," Oliver whined, pulling the blanket up.

"You’re the one who planned this brunch with my mother," Felicity said, continuing to poke at him, "You said you were coming with."

"That’s before some hoodlum decided to raid a jewelry store at 3 in the morning," Oliver muttered into his pillow.

Felicity yanked it from under his head, earning a disgruntled “Hey!” as his head plopped onto the mattress.

"You do realize I was there all night too, right?" Felicity said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yes well, I need my beauty sleep," he mumbled.

"And I don’t?" she asked.

"Nope, you’re already perfect," he said and she laughed.

"That would be sweet if you weren’t sucking up," she said. He merely grunted in response.

Okay. Plan B.

She quickly swung her leg over him so she straddled his hips, grinning as his eyes flew open in surprise.

"If you get up and come with me and play the perfect boyfriend then we might be able to return to this position when we get home later. Deal?"

"I don’t need to play perfect boyfriend—I’m already the perfect fiance," He countered— but he was smiling now.

"I know. And we need to tell my mother the news at brunch. So get up," she said, leaning down to kiss him softly on the mouth. She shook her head as he tried to pull her closer, leaning back and resting her hands on his chest.

"Nope. That’s only if you’re good."

aubvi asked:

Olicity and 30 :)

"It’s not what it looks like," Felicity said instantly, hiding her spoon behind her back.

"Really?" Oliver said scoldingly, although a smile lifted his face, "Because it looks like you’re eating mint-chip from the container even though the doctor specifically said to stick to only organic foods."

"He’s not a doctor, he’s an icecream Nazi," Felicity grumbled, although she conceded to setting down the pint in her grasp.

"It’s good for the baby," Oliver said, coming around the kitchen counter and pulling her close to him as he rested his hands on her large stomach.

"I think icecream is good for the baby. It will make him happy—I have yet to meet anybody who isn’t instantly happy upon eating sugar loaded dairy products," Felicity said convincingly.

"Felicity," Oliver warned, but he could feel his resolve weakening. Felicity grinned and picked up her discarded spoon and ice-cream, 

"I’m going to binge Star Wars and eat this whole pint," Felicity said, chin held high, "It’s just a matter of whether your going to join me or be a party pooper."

She took a large bite, eyebrows raised at him waiting for his response.

He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

"Get me a spoon. I’ll go set up the TV," he conceded and was rewarded with an earth shattering grin.

"Wooo!" she cheered, "Thanks babe," she leaned up on her tiptoes giving him a mint filled kiss before skipping to the couch and settling in.

Together, they watched movies and threw back and forth baby names until they fell asleep. Felicity’s head rested softly in the nook of Oliver’s shoulder as Star Wars streamed quietly through their apartment and the abandoned ice-cream melted on the coffee table.


sprinkle’s intended wig. his face-up was based on this wig (green!) (^ω^)
may or may not keep it on him? need to do a bit more restyling though.
(i trimmed abit of the bangs + gave it some messy braids.)

it’s way more vibrant in real life, with gradient greens, but my camera doesn’t want to pick up the colors! it’s a leekeworld greenfairy wig.

(arrived here after being shipped for 4 months!! (via canada surface mail))<   

sologirl00 asked:

Olicity #35 =)

"You heard me. Take. It. Off."

"Not fair!" Oliver protested, "I’m in my underwear and you’re still fully dressed!"

Felicity laughed, bouncing the basketball in front of her effortlessly, “You’re the one who wanted to play the taking your clothes off version of this game. And you missed the basket I made. So, I repeat, Take it off.”

"You know, I didn’t know you were this good at basketball when I chose this game."

She faked a gasp, “Mr. Queen. Do you mean you were trying to take advantage of me in this situation?”

He smiled devilishly, “Never, Ms. Smoak.”

She rose her eye brows, motioning towards the boxer briefs resting low on his hips, “Go ahead.”

She watched as he slowly slid them over his length and down his legs, kicking them to the side. She could feel herself staring, and bit her lip without permission. His eyes darkened, but a confident smile had filled his face.

"Your shot, Felicity," he said huskily, "If you miss, we keep going. You make it and I lose."

Felicity stared a long moment at him before turning her attention back to the basket, trying to focus.

She missed.

They never did find out who won though—they were far too distracted for that.