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absentlyabbie asked:

What fic thing you've done has hurt me? HOW ABOUT OLIVER CARRYING FELICITY THROUGH THE GLADES AS SHE DIES AND NO ONE HELPS THEM AND HE REACHES THE HOSPITAL TOO LATE, BECAUSE FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU FOREVER AND EVER AMEN

“You were mine, and I was yours.”

"I’ll always be yours. Always." His knees shook, his voice quivering with the intensity of his vow. "And you’re always going to be mine."

"Your good story."

"My best story,” he breathed, his voice cracking.

yeah. i love that one. that one still makes me emotional. 

and okay but how destroyed is nick when the very first night he goes to tuck nat-tot into bed, she holds up one tiny chubby arm to the headboard, and asks him not to forget her handcuffs. (via absentlyabbie)

Well, thanks, Satan. WHAT IF INDEED.

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Supernatural Spin-Off - All Female Cast
(sarcasticfina & absentlyabbie)

Archie (Panjabi) grew up knowing exactly one thing about herself; she was going to save lives. However, despite a love for medicine and the job she’s spent her entire life working for, one run-in with the supernatural changes everything. Now she’s partnered up with occult obsessed college student, Kat (Dennings), who’s been researching and taking note of every odd thing the world has ever produced, and seems to have the answer to every one of Archie’s once completely unbelievable questions. Like, what are demons? Are monsters real? And, most importantly, how do you kill them?

Questions beg answers, but more than that, they beg action. After putting in her resignation at the hospital, Archie decides that maybe saving people doesn’t have to be conventional; maybe she has a bigger calling than that. That dream is seemingly impossible. Until, at least, Archie and Kat meet long-time demon hunter Jamie (Chung), who’s more than willing to teach them all the tricks of the trade, and she has a lot of them. Of course, she might not have mentioned she was a demon herself, and got her kicks out of seeing her own kind burn. But what’s that matter among friends?

If you completely ignore the train wreck that was their first few forays in the field, which they do, Archie and Kat find hunting is exactly what they were meant for. After remodeling a bus to be their on-road home, they stock up on guns and rock salt, brush up on their Latin, and hold nothing back as they take on the dark side of the supernatural world with one thing in mind; saving people. With a little help from Jamie and some guidance from the goddess Kali (Rekha Sharma), the hunting world is soon their playground.

Kicking misogyny in the balls via monsters and their hunter counterparts, Archie and Kat build up a reputation of always getting the job done and never taking any bullshit. Smart enough to put together a quid pro quo agreement, they build alliances with the various monsters and demons that are willing to live peacefully among their human brethren and exchange goods and knowledge to help keep the balance.

And if, along the way, they pick up a kind-hearted, though often confused, angel in Madeleine (Mantock) and a stowaway who wants to join the ranks as a young hunter herself in Devery (Jacobs), then that’s just a part of the job.

Sure, things aren’t easy. Kat can’t keep her snarky comments to herself; Archie is only half-sure she should have probably been a one-woman show; Madeline is struggling with her identity; and Devery’s not loving the home-schooling part of being a stowaway, but as far as smart, ass-kicking, music-loving, monster-killing women go, these four take the pie. 

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Okay fandom, talk to me about Oliver’s social intelligence. How as a young man Ollie had many friends as he wanted, and could turn any female friend into a lover with a few well-placed flirtations. How he got his way with his parents more often than not, and learned to utilize power and image practically from birth.  Talk to me about how Island!Oliver wins the loyalty of person after person, until they fuck him or die for him or eventually hate him, but they never forget him. How he learns to be calm like Shado, violent like Slade, and cold like Waller.

Talk to me about Hood!Oliver, how he slips almost seemlessly back into that city life, hiding his injuries and being everything to everyone. Buddy to Tommy, confidant to Laurel, son to Moira.  How even though he can’t think of quick lies on the spot he always, somehow, wriggles out of any social situation and comes out on top.  How he uses people’s assumptions and their devotions and their weaknesses to position himself, consciously or unconsciously. How sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until people get fed up and call him on it (Thea, Felicity).  With Sara he’s the fellow war orphan, with Felicity he’s the hero, and with Diggle he’s the brother in arms.  Even with Isabel Rochev, he’s the over-pressured young executive looking to prove himself to doubters. Drop him in a room with anyone and he will slip into the person they need or want him to be. So who is Oliver Queen, anyway?

In just five years he learned archery, survivalism, guns, martial arts and Chinese and Russian fluently.  Oliver is adaptive as fuck.  People always want something from him, and he balances them all like spokes on a wheel.  Not only does he compartmentalize his feelings and relationships, but he actively learns from them and uses the skills from each new person to assist in his interaction with the next person.  

"Social intelligence is the capacity to effectively negotiate complex social relationships and environments.” [x]

From a dinner party to mafia murder island if that doesn’t describe Oliver to a t you can go back and watch the show again because you’re wrong.

absentlyabbie asked:

"Okay, it's really dark in here, so PLEASE tell me that was YOU who just licked the back of my neck."

"What?" Oliver’s voice was suddenly much closer than it had been.

Felicity froze. “Oh my God, it wasn’t you, was it?” 

"Why would I lick your neck?" 

"I don’t know, maybe you’ve got a vampire fetish or something you didn’t tell me about." Felicity cleared her throat. "Not that you’d have a reason to tell me what your fetishes are. I mean, clearly — leather, for one thing, but…" 

"Felicity?" 

"Yes?" 

"Focus." 

"Right." Felicity took a deep breath. "Okay, so — we keep going? Deeper into the dark, scary cave?" 

"Yes," Oliver said. "Keeping in mind that there’s probably an arrogant asshole prick of a billionaire on the other end of this tunnel." 

Felicity chuckled.

"What?" 

"It’s just funny that you don’t like Bruce Wayne." 

"The man is humorless, Felicity." 

"Well, there is where you differ because you, my friend, are a laugh-a-minute.” 

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit."

"…is something people say who have no sense of humor." 

Suddenly — something whizzed through the air, embedding itself in the cave wall next to them. Felicity’s eyes widened. “You did tell him you were coming, right?”

"It might have slipped my mind."

"Oh God, I’m going to die. Batman is going to kill me."

"No, he won’t," a gruff voice said from … somewhere unidentifiable. "He just wants to know what you’re doing in his very secret lair, Queen." 

"Tracking you down, Wayne. I have something I need your help with." 

"Last time I saw you, you were driving off in my Aston Martin. What makes you think I’d want to help you?" 

"Because I had a full house, and I won fair and square. Besides which, neither of us are exactly those people anymore. Maybe you never were." 

"Wow. Can I just say the testosterone in here is… really… quite something." Felicity coughed. "Is there any way we can go to whatever part of this cave is… less… cave like? We can brief you there." 

"Who is this?" 

"Felicity Smoak," she said, extending her hand, unable to see in front of her. She was a little surprised when a gloved hand took it, and shook it firmly. "Oliver Queen’s… partner." 

"Charmed, I’m sure." 

"All right, Wayne, turn down the smooze. Let’s get to work." 

"And he was calling me humorless.” 

"I know, right? Completely devoid of self-knowledge." 

"Felicity!" 

"All right, all right." 

title: take my heart (and take my hand)
category: arrow
genre: romance/humor
ship: felicity/tommy
chapter rating: pg-13/teen
overall rating: nc-17/explicit (eventually)
prompt: Flommy Roommates AU – absentlyabbie
polyvore: [club outfit]
warning(s): this is au - there are no vigilantes and no island in this universe!
word count: 8,559
summary: After Malcolm decides that Tommy simply isn’t living up to expectation, Tommy is stripped of easy access to his trust fund and forced to move out. Enter Felicity Smoak, who needs a roomie and decides to take pity on him. Close confines breeds friendship and then something a whole lot deeper for both of them.

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absentlyabbie asked:

Felicity squirmed and Oliver snapped his eyes to the ceiling, jaw clenched on a string of swears.

"Felicity, rule number one of being stuck in a trunk with me is… stop. wiggling.

"I’m sorry if you find my additional presence during your kidnapping to be distracting. But there’s really not much I can do about it. I think my butt is falling asleep.” 

"I can say with certainty that it is not because you keep rubbing it against me." Oliver bit his lip and looked up. 

"It’s not intentional. And you’ve got… parts… that are distracting right now, too." Felicity said. She pounded on the top of the trunk. "Let us out, you moronic douchebag!" 

"Does that make you feel better?" 

"Sort of." Felicity hissed. "Mostly it hurts my wrists." 

"Okay, when that trunk opens, we’ve got a very narrow window of opportunity, Felicity. They’re probably going to try and kill us, so…" 

The car screeched to a stop. Felicity and Oliver slammed against the back of the trunk and against each other. “What’s going on?” Felicity asked. 

"I have just as good an idea of that as you do," Oliver said. Outside, they could hear the sounds of a fight — screaming, pounding… Felicity’s heart raced in her chest. "Whatever it is — get ready." 

The trunk popped open and Oliver rolled her over, prepared to jump out and defend her but… 

"The Arrow," a woman said, her voice tinged with surprise. "And his trusty assistant, I see." 

"Diana? What are you doing here?" 

"Apparently," the woman said, letting Oliver climb out before she reached in to help Felicity. "Saving your ass." 

"Oh my God," Felicity said, her eyes wide. Diana was… beautiful. Long, raven hair, held back with a golden tiara. The most killer blue bustier she’d ever seen — and killer boots. "You’re Wonder Woman. And I have got to start wearing an outfit.” 

"I like the outfit you’re wearing very much," Diana said. "And here’s where we share our information, Mr. Queen. Maybe together we can track down the man we’re looking for." 

absentlyabbie asked:

Flommy. Stepsibling AU. ;)

I’m pretty positive you knew this couldn’t be done in three sentences.

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“Mom? Why is there some guy in a really fancy car standing outside of our house telling me he’s ready to leave whenever I am,” Felicity asked, glancing over at the guy again, smiling slightly before she turned away. “Mom, what did you do?”

Felicity cringed at the sound of her mother’s laughter hit her ears. “I got married last night.”

“No you didn’t. Mom. Tell me you didn’t?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Do you want me to seriously answer that?”

“Felicity. We’re getting ready to board the plane. That man standing outside of the car is John Diggle, he works for Mr. Merlyn.”

“Merlyn? Like the company. Who in the hell did you marry?”

“I don’t have time for this. We’re getting ready to board.”

“Board? Board what?”

“The plane. God, Felicity, how did you get into MIT?”

“You’re leaving? This John Diggle person is telling me I’m supposed to pack and you are leaving?”

“You’ll be staying at Malcom’s house until we get back.”

“Why can’t I stay here?”

“Because we don’t live there anymore.”

“I don’t want to go live somewhere else by myself mother.”

“You won’t be by yourself. Malcom has a son about your age, Tommy, he’ll be there too.”

“Another reason not to go. Mom, please don’t make do this.”

“You’ll be fine Felicity. I’ll see you in ten weeks.”

“Ten weeks?! Mom, I leave for MIT in nine. Are you seriously doing this to me? Mom?” Felicity glanced down at the phone, groaning at the screen that showed her mother had hung up. She turned around, pulling her lip through her teeth as she looked at the man standing by the car again. “Um, sorry about that Mr. Diggle. Just give me like twenty minutes and I’ll be ready to go, okay?”

He nodded. “Take your time ma’am.”

“Felicity, please.”

“You can call me Digg.”

Felicity smiled at him briefly before walking into the house. She leaned back against the door, closing her eyes. Her mother had clearly lost her mind. That was the only possible explanation for any of this. How was she supposed to go live with some guy she had never met in some house that isn’t hers and not see her mom for any of it? Who was even supposed to introduce her to Tommy? If he even cared. Tommy Merlyn, the name sounded familiar.

Felicity pushed herself off of the wall before making her way into her room. She headed straight for her computer, typing in Tommy’s name. She grimaced as the headlines popped up on the search. That’s where she knew him from. Tommy Merlyn, best friend of Oliver Queen, all around trouble maker. Her mother was even crazier than she had thought. There was no way she was going to live with one of the most spoiled brats alive.

She grabbed her cell phone, calling her mom again. She sighed when it went straight to voicemail.

“You cannot do this Mom. You just… you can’t. You need to get off of that plane and tell me this is all some sort of joke. I am not going to move into some millionaire’s house and live there before I leave. You are completely insane—“

Felicity groaned as the automated voice cut her off, ending the message. Tossing her phone on the bed, she grabbed the two bags she had already started packing for MIT, quickly shoving the rest of her can’t-live-withouts in. She grabbed the bags and made her way back outside.

“That everything,” Digg asked, glancing down at the two bags.

“Everything I need for nine weeks.” She handed the bags over to him, watching as he placed them in the back of the car. “What’s going to happen with the rest of the stuff in the house?”

“Movers will be here tomorrow. Everything will go to a storage facility.”

Felicity nodded. “Sorry for making you wait out here. You totally could have come inside.”

“Don’t worry about it. You ready to go,” he asked, opening the door for her.

Felicity glanced back at the house, shaking her head slightly as she slid into the back seat. “Guess so,” she muttered as he closed the door.

The drive to the house was silent as Felicity watched the neighborhoods that she had grown up in fade away into new, upscale neighborhoods she had avoided. The house that she was now looking at was a neighborhood in itself. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Not a fan?”

Felicity looked at Digg, tilting her head. “Do I look like the kind of girl that lives in a mansion?”

He laughed, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “Only one way to find out. We’ve been here for fifteen minutes. You’re going to have to leave the car eventually.”

“It’s pretty comfy back here, actually. And I’ve always wanted to live in a car.”

"I snore."

Felicity rolled her eyes, opening the door. “Just had to go and ruin a good thing didn’t you Digg.”

She stood beside the car, staring at the place she was supposed to call home. Her mother had never been known for making great decisions. This wasn’t even her first unannounced marriage, but none of the other ones involved living in a house this large or what she imagined would be a press field day when word got out. Felicity wasn’t even sure how in the hell her mother would even meet Malcolm Merlyn, let alone how she managed to marry the guy.

"You ready?" John’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She glanced over at him, he had her bags in his hands.

"If I say no, will you drive me back home?"

"You are home now."

"Lead the way then."

Felicity followed John through the house, up the stairs, and around corners. He finally stopped in front of one of the rooms opening the door and placing the bags beside the bed. She glanced over at him from the doorway, hoping she was doing a better job at hiding how uncomfortable she felt than she thought she was.

“Do you have a map? ‘Cause I’m not sure I could manage to find my way out of here.”

“Three rights, four lefts gets you to the stairs. The bathroom is the first door after the second right. Kitchen is the big room with the shiny tables and fancy electronics. You shouldn’t be able to miss it if you wander downstairs for a while.”

“And the liquor cabinet?”

“Two rooms to your left. But you didn’t hear that from me.” He smiled at her, holding out a card. “If you need a ride somewhere, call me.”

“Thanks,” Felicity responded, grabbing the card from his hand. She watched as he retreated from the room, closing the door behind him. Sighing, she picked the bags up from the floor, setting them on the bed. She looked around the room taking in the dark wood of the furniture, and wide spaces. She was pretty sure this room alone was probably at least half the size the house she grew up. Unzipping the first bag, she pulled out the picture frames that she had scattered on top, placing them on top of the dresser in the corner of the room. She ran her hand along the frames before she opened the top drawer, throwing in the clothing items that belonged there. She grabbed the second bag off the bed, opening it up to toss her laptop and tablet onto the bed.

She made her way across the room, opening the door to what she assumed was the closet. Rolling her eyes at the size, she tossed the first bag in a corner, before hanging up the rest of what was in bag two. She made her way back to the bed, climbing up and settling into the massive pillows that lined the headboard. She grabbed her tablet, pulling up the app that she had been working on before John Diggle had shown up on her doorstep to change her world. She moved her fingers across the screen out of habit, testing the solutions to the bugs that she had found earlier in the week.

She glanced at the time in the upper corner of her tablet as her phone flashed signaling a new text message. It had taken her mother five hours to respond to her. She opened the message, taking in her mother’s smiling face, bright blue seas and golden sand behind her. The message underneath the picture told her to try and enjoy it. She typed back quickly that she would have enjoyed staying home for nine weeks more. She sat the phone down on the nightstand, turning it over when the light flashed again. She rolled over, squirming under the blankets, she would figure a way out of this tomorrow.

She woke up to the sound of someone opening her door. She opened her eyes, reaching around trying to find her glasses. She squinted trying to get her vision to clear enough to make out the person standing beside her bed.

“So, you must be my new sister.”

“Step sister,” she corrected automatically, her hands running across the mattress. “Do you see my glasses? I’m completely blind, and it’s sort of awkward having this conversation when I can’t really make out your face. Not that this conversation wouldn’t be awkward if I could see your face.” She smiled in his direction, she hoped, as she felt him place her glasses in her hand. She slid them up her nose looking over at him. He looked much, much better in person than he did on the pictures that she had looked at yesterday. He was standing right beside the edge of her bed, his hands shoved in his pockets, his blue eyes glued on her. His very, very attractive eyes. She pushed the thought out of her head, she so did not need to add crushing on her newly announced step brother to the list of problems with her life. “I’m Felicity. Apparently our parents got married yesterday. Or, at least, I’m assuming it was yesterday? I don’t really know what’s going on. I was home, and then John was knocking on my door telling me he was there to take me here, and then my mom was just all ‘I got married, yay, go have fun in some random house until you leave for college, and I’m talking a lot aren’t I? Sorry, I do that when I get nervous, and this is a bit of a nerve wracking situation, but I’m going to go ahead and shut up now.”

Felicity bit down on the bottom of her lip in attempt to keep it shut as Tommy continued to stare at her. The smile that took over his face made her stomach tighten. He was seven different kinds of beautiful.

“I’m Tommy. I had no idea. But to be fair, my dad doesn’t really tell me much of his plans.”

“Is there food in this place? I sort of didn’t want to get lost yesterday, Digg tried to explain where things were, but I ended up in some sort of library when I tried to find the bathroom and I didn’t want to risk trying to find the stairs. I’m hungry. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

Tommy laughed. “Follow me. I think I can show you the way.”

absentlyabbie asked:

(I'M ACTUALLY PRESENT WHEN YOU'RE TAKING PROMPTS, HO SHIT.) I know you did it once already, but... Felicity/Tommy? 8D

He finds her sleeping at her desk, her head pillowed on her arm, her glasses half pushed off her face, and drool dried to the corner of her mouth. He smiles, rolls his eyes, and very carefully manages to pull her chair out and catch her before her head clatters to the desk. He slips an arm under her knees and another braced behind her back and picks her up until she falls comfortably against his chest, her head on his shoulder. She hums, brow furrowed, but doesn’t wake up. 

He carries her to their bedroom, maneuvering down the hall from her office until he’s standing beside their bed. He lays her down gently, stripping off her cardigan and peeling off her socks. She starts to wake then, blinking bit by bit, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"Wha-times-it?" she slurs. 

"Bed time," he answers quietly, reaching for the hem of her top and dragging it up and over her head. 

She lets out a frustrated noise, even as she lets him pull her top down and off, his finger reaching around for the clasp on her bra and flicking it open with ease. She grumpily stares at him as he digs out one of her favorite ratty t-shirts for her to wear while she tosses her bra away and pushed her jeans down and off.

He holds her shirt up over her head and she glares. “I can dress myself.” 

"I’ll believe that when you manage to get to bed at a normal hour." 

"Says the man getting home at…" She squints at the alarm clock. "3 am." 

"Yeah, well, my excuse is that I run a night club. Wonky hours are a must. What’s yours?" 

"Two jobs," she yawns, smoothing out her shirt as he pulls it down over her. Rolling over onto her back, with her head on a cold pillow, she watches him move around their bedroom. "I thought you closed at 2." 

"We do. But I had some paperwork to finish." He undoes his shirt, button by button, watching her from the corner of his eyes. "I went downstairs to see if you were there but Oliver said you went home early…" 

"Boring QC stuff. I don’t like doing it at the foundry, not when I can come home and work on it." 

Tommy smiles to himself, ridding himself of his pants and toeing his socks off before he circles the bed to climb in next to her. He holds his arm out and relaxes as she rolls over to rest against him, her head on his shoulder and her hand resting near her chin. She rubs her nose against his skin and hums; he’s not surprised when she falls asleep seconds later, her bright orange fingernails mid-stroke down his chest. 

He likes this. It’s why he usually goes downstairs to see if she’s in the foundry before he comes home. Because his day doesn’t really end until this moment, right here, with her in his arms. There are some nights when that can’t happen, when something, some city ending disaster needs her attention. And he understands that, even supports it, but it’s nice knowing that they have a life, they have a home, they have each other to come back to when everything else is done. The clock might say 3am, but the day’s not over until he’s got her in his arms.

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Kiss on a dare.

"You’re a bastard, a twelve year old, and a perv Ollie." Sara hissed, smacking her ex across the shoulder as he grinned and sat back in his seat to enjoy Sara’s moment of humiliation.

"Yeah, yeah I am, and I’m also clearly not the one you’re interested in. Now get to it." He said, motioning from a flushed Sara to a Felicity who was taking off her glasses and shaking out her hair, grumbling to herself about covert operations in paper mills.

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On the crazy offchance you're still taking prompts: Flommy "Wow, that is a hell of a dress."

Felicity turns a little on her stiletto heel. “You think?” 


Tommy lifts one corner of his mouth in the smile that he uses when he can’t help it. He lifts his hands in surrender. “Have mercy, Felicity.” 


The dress is as red as sin and the slit is as daring as she’s ever worn. The strapless gown seems to be held up by hope. She’s left her hair down and painted her lips to match. 


"You think that mob boss is going to eat his tongue?" 


"I think he’ll swallow it, yeah." 


Felicity grins at him, kisses his cheek as she prepares to leave. “Hey, Tommy?” 


"Yeah?" 


"You going to be here to help me out of this when I get back?" 


"Nowhere else I’d rather be, Smoak." 

title: I miss you more (than I thought I would)
series: it’s all worth the fight (when it’s you, dear)
category: vampire diaries (tv)
genre: friendship/romance
ship: bonnie/damon
rating: pg-13
word count: 1,507
prompt: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” - absentlyabbie
summary: An unexpected fainting spell causes Damon and Bonnie to reconnect and admit they’ve missed each other after three weeks of separation.

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Glitter In The Air

Set after the Undertaking in an AU Season 2 of Arrow. Tommy lives(!) and he and Felicity have become friends. They decide to spend Valentine’s Day together as friends but their Not-a-Date/Date quickly gets away from them…

The title is from the song by P!nk.

This story was inspired by this gif set: http://absentlyabbie.tumblr.com/post/107288370733/mother-freaking-flommy

and this post by Abbie: http://absentlyabbie.tumblr.com/post/107289318378/padawanparent-replied-to-your

This is Felicity’s dress: http://padawanparent.tumblr.com/post/108244071415/fashionhunter333-rami-kadi-couture-le-gala

You can read it at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3289715

Or FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11022250/1/Glitter-In-The-Air

Or enjoy below :)

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“What are you talking about?” Tommy stared at Felicity, a shocked expression on his face. “How can you not have a date for Valentine’s Day?”


Felicity sighed. “And when, precisely do I have time to meet someone, let alone get asked out on a date? I spend all day at QC, most of the night here,” she gestured around the Foundry basement. “And about 4 hours sleeping before I do it all over again.” 


Tommy shook his head, “But what about Oliver..?”


Felicity looked at him warily, “What about him? He doesn’t think of me in that way.”


“But…” 


“No. Not gonna happen and I’m not waiting around just in case.” She saw the look he was giving her and stood to reassure him. “Really Tommy, it’s fine. I made my peace with this situation a long time ago. But what about you? Are you taking Laurel out?”


Tommy grimaced. “Speaking of making peace with things…”


“I’m sorry Tommy,” Felicity said softly.


He shrugged. “We decided that we work better as friends nowadays. Too much water under the bridge and luggage enough to sink us both.”


She nodded in understanding and a thoughtful silence fell between them.


“You know what?” Tommy said suddenly. “Screw it. Let’s dress to the nines and go out together.”


“What?”


“Absolutely. Let’s go have some fun for a change. We both spend far too much time in darkened rooms, let’s let a little light in.”


He snapped his fingers, warming to his subject, “I know a place you would love. We’ll go have some dinner, maybe dance a little…just two friends enjoying each other’s company. What do you say, Smoak?”


“Dress to the nines?”


“Yup.”


“Dinner and dancing with a friend?”


“You’ve got it.”


“Sounds wonderful, “she breathed.

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"Are you ever coming out?" Oliver said to the door. "You lost the bet, don’t welsch now."

"I don’t welsch," he heard, "I’ll be out in a minute."

Oliver turned from the bedroom door to where Tommy was lounging on the couch, beer in hand.

"She’s not coming out."

"I don’t know," Tommy said, "she did the thing with the whipped cream and that was only a dare. This is a bet."

"I don’t know," Oliver said, "the cream thing was private, this is pretty public."

"It’s our apartment," Tommy said, "nothing public about it."

"Stripping is exhibitionist," Oliver said, "felicity is not an exhibitionist."

"Are you talking about some other Felicity?" Tommy asked, "because this one wears dresses with peekaboo panels to your office. That’s not a woman who doesn’t know what she looks like."

"It’s different."

"Stop being a grouch," Tommy said, "sit down and enjoy the show."

Oliver let Tommy pull him onto the sofa, still sure that nothing was going to happen.

And then the door opened.

Felicity stood there in a satin corset, bordello shorts and a feather boa.

"The penalty was I had to put on a show right?" She said, "and I know you guys meant stripping, but burlesque is so much more interesting."

She let a hand slide down the satin.

Oliver gulped.

"All in favour say aye," Tommy said, and grinned.

absentlyabbie asked:

11, Flommy

"Tommy, why did I just get a call from security saying my boyfriend is trying to hop the east entrance fence?"

"Can you hear me?" Tommy’s voice rang loudly into her ear as she pulled the phone away slightly.

"Of course I can hear you Tommy. I think half of Starling can probably hear you right now."

"How about now? Can you hear me now?"

Felicity didn’t get a chance to respond before she heard what sounded like a crash followed by Tommy laughing. “Tommy?”

"Sorry about that, turns out trying to climb the gate to your complex might be outside of my ninja skills."

"You have ninja skills?"

"Two years of dating and you are still doubting my ninja skills?"

"Two years of dating and I’m trying to figure out why you are trying to break in when you have the gate code and a key."

"Gate codes and keys aren’t used for big gestures."

"Big gesture," she asked slipped her feet into the slippers she kept by her door as she headed out of her townhouse and toward the gate.

"Big gesture." Tommy repeated. "You know the kind."

"How much did you have to drink tonight?" She flinched as she turned the corner just in time to see Tommy fall down again. She hung up the phone as she jogged over to the gate, punching in the code. "Have you lost your mind?" She did the best she could to keep her voice quiet, but still forceful. "It’s three in the morning. Didn’t you guys make an oath not to let the bachelor party activities stop before sunrise?"

"It’s your birthday."

Felicity shook her head as she helped Tommy get back on his feet., her arm immediately wrapping around his waist as he started to sway.  “Yes, it is.”

"I wanted to surprise you. I missed you." He stopped walking, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small card. "Besides. Big gesture. This card has the first clue for your birthday treasure hunt. I forgot to leave it somewhere you would find it in the morning."

"So you were going to use your ninja skills to break in and leave the card for me?"

"It was a good plan."

"Right." Felicity nodded, rolling her eyes as she opened the door. "You’re lucky you’re cute Merlyn."