couple: oliver and felicity

bones-bb  asked:

I know I've said this, and that I'm in the minority, but if Oliver and Felicity aren't married before the crossover I'm gonna be angry. It would be one thing if they hadn't been engaged and days away from getting married, but they were. I know others are okay with the slow burn again, but if that happens and Barry and Iris get married before them or both couples get married during the crossover, I'm gonna be pissed. Both couples deserve their own special day no matter what! 😊

Again, Oliver and Felicity probably aren’t married before the crossover. I can understand why certain fans will be frustrated about that, and I’m bias towards slow burn because I want Oliver and Felicity to work on themselves first. I care about them as individual characters and as a couple. The island both brought them Hell and back. They need time to heal. I’m not saying this to kill anybody’s hope.

But as far as we know, there’s no ring on her finger in 607. though there are good couple moments.

Fans are not always going to get what they want. It’s not wrong to express your opinions. But my advice, save yourself the anger. Go with the flow, and enjoy what we do get rather than focusing on the negative. We still get to see them as a couple. And a wedding will happen in the right time. Having said that, I’m not answering in this way to invalidate your emotions, though right now, I personally don’t see a wedding before the crossover.

Felicity Smoak? Hi, I'm Oliver Queen...

Five years ago, Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards filmed a silly little scene together, that in any other actor’s hands would have been a throwaway and insignificant scene.

The writers simply needed an IT expert to further their plot for the episode, but by casting Emily they got someone with so much presence and charisma, that their star man couldn’t help but fall under her spell.

Just like the rest of us.

Felicity Smoak’s brilliance burst from the screen providing light to Oliver Queen’s shade. She didn’t buy his bs and he cracked a smile. Emily and Stephen clicked in those first scenes.

Something magical happened that day.

‘You’re remarkable,’ and ‘thank you for remarking on it.’ ‘I still feel like I can trust you.’ ‘It feels really good having you inside me,’ and ‘platonic circumstances.’ ‘If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving.’

We all became slaves to their on screen chemistry. We all grinned like idiots whenever Felicity would say something inappropriate. We would sigh at every shoulder touch. We’d melt whenever they unleashed the heart eyes.

In the early days we were so starved for any kind of sign that these two dummies would finally realise what we had seen from the start. I miss those days, as torturous as they were.

In season two we got more of the above but then we watched Oliver falling in love with Felicity without him or us, or anyone even really realising it at the time.

‘There was no choice to make’, and ‘you will always be my girl’.

‘I rely on you’, and ‘you’re my partner’.

‘You’re not alone’, and ‘I believe in you’.

‘He took the wrong woman’, and ‘I love you’.

We thought they were teasing us. We thought that there was no way that the writers would follow through with what they painted as a ruse in the finale.

Then season 3 arrived and we got flirty Olicity. Oliver Queen asked Felicity Smoak on a date. He was nervous and adorable. They went for Italian. Felicity looked gorgeous. She babbled. Oliver opened up.

‘There was just something about you’.

‘It was red’.

The restaurant blew up and Oliver killed us all when he broke Felicity’s heart. Not before giving us the perfect and most beautiful first kiss of all time.

‘Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you’.

Much of season 3 was pretty much an angst fest, with the occasional glimmer of light between our babies.

Oliver’s delight at meeting her mother.

The whole married af routine when they went to Central city.

‘With the landmines’.

The forehead kiss and the ‘I love you,’ before going off to face Ra’s.

The last thing he thought about before the fall. Thinking he was dead. Dreaming of the woman he loves. The heartbreaking ‘I don’t want to be a woman that you love.’

The 'you’re cute,’ and the smile when we discovered that the first scene that started it all, wasn’t the beginning of our ship after all.

Oliver thought he would die alone because Felicity was 'momentarily unavailable’ (I love you, John Diggle).

Oliver thanked her and told her she was right. Felicity called him handsome, flirted a little and then killed us all by telling him that as long as he was in her life, she was happy.

Felicity has always known who he is. Whether he’s wearing a suit or under a hood, he’s the man that she lo…he’s the man that she believes in.

Then came episode 3x20. The fallen was a pretty apt title because shipper down. Shipper down!!!

She gave him a blanket because he looked chilly. She stood up to Ra’s Al Ghul.

She thanked Oliver for changing her life for the better. He opened up her heart in a way she didn’t even know was possible.

'I love you.’

He removed her glasses; the final barrier between them. They kissed. They undressed. They made love.

(I don’t know what happened after that because I died.)

(The Lazarus pit resurrected me)

'So that happened,’ and 'I’m glad it did.’

Drugging the man she loved because she couldn’t leave him there. He loved her all the more for it.

Heartbreak and tears as they said goodbye without saying goodbye this time.

Then after Al Sahim, forced betrothals and fake deaths, we got 'don’t fight to die, fight to live.’

Felicity could figure out how to fly in the Atom suit, but couldn’t figure out how to remove it so that she could kiss Oliver after saving him. 🙅

'I want to be with you’. Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'I’m happy.’

Season four started off so well with domestic bliss.

'You have failed this omelette’.

'Kinda sweaty,’ and 'I know, its amazing’.

Olicity in bed together. No more subtle shoulder touches. Felicity’s hands roaming that boys back. Engagement rings and soufflés. Dammit Thea and Laurel. Your timing sucks.

Adorable head kisses. Adorable arguments.

'I love every moment that I am with you. No matter where we are.’

Silent conversations and that thing she does when she hugs his arm and rests her chin on his shoulder.

'Nothing worthwhile ever come easy.’

Back rubbing and 'I have you’.

Salmon laddering and 'wearing what?’

Heart to hearts on the couch with all the hand holding.

The first thing he goes to, the hugging and kiss.

Chatty Cathy and tears over burnt chicken.

'We found ourselves in each other,’ and synchronicity.

'Felicity, honey…’ and 'my love’.

'I am happy. I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted. Being with Felicity has given me a real sense of peace.’

'Didn’t you tell me guys like us never get the girl?’ and 'I was wrong.’

'But I chose this life, and I chose you And I don’t understand why we can’t have both.’

'Just so you know, if you’d asked me, I would’ve said yes’ and heart eyes

Desperate I love you’s.

'I thought I lost you,’ and 'I’m here. I’m here.’

'There is one person in particular that I am grateful for. Someone who has stood beside me when times were darkest. She is the one who lights my way…’

'Felicity Smoak…would you make me…the happiest man on the face of the earth?’ and 'Yes.’

Happy tears and kisses and cuddles. They got engaged!!!!!

'All I care about is you.’ More kisses and they lived happily ever after.

Felicity got shot. She was told she’d never walk again.

'For better or worse,’ and 'I’d go anywhere with you.’

'I love you,’ and 'I love you too.’

'Thank you for always being on my side,’ and 'No place I’d rather be’.

'You don’t have to be funny for me. You know that, right?’

’…it’s part of what makes you the man I love.’

'Will you marry me?’ How many proposals is that now?

The break up came. Lies and hidden truths. Fake weddings and I don’t want to let you go’s. But they did. Through death and magic and nuclear threats, the team went their separate ways. 'You thought I was leaving too’ and 'not a chance’ With season 5 came separation, new love interests but 'i will always care about you’ and 'it’s a mortal lock’ gave us the slightest glimmer of hope for our beleaguered pair. Even an alien dream world couldn’t stop Oliver from remembering his true love 'Felicity’. (Did I really just write 'alien dream world’?) 'I do believe in magic’ and 'you know me better than almost anyone’. Helix and Prometheus and skeevy reporters led to some very dark times but then came 5x20. Teamwork is key. Trust returned. Salmon ladder flashbacks led to a different kind of workout on the mats ;) 'I trust you. I will always trust you. I don’t trust myself’ Oliver finally let her see the ugliest part of himself. The part that believes he kills because he likes it. Felicity shut that down and reminded him that she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him and wanted to marry him if she didn’t know exactly the kind of man he was. He listened to her because she knows him better than almost anyone. Remember? Then opening up and 'stop living for your father and start living for yourself’ 'Felicity has a way with words’ saw the Green Arrow suit return. Birthday celebrations and heart eyes and 'We can take it one step at a time’ 'Dating my ex fiance…’ Then Prometheus’ plan went into motion seeing a return to Lian Yu. A kiss and 'Just in case’ and too many regrets. Explosions. Cliffhanger. Who survives? Five years of magic, exhilaration, angst, chemistry and love. It started with two actors and a script, and they changed everything. Thank you.
A Talk At The Bunker

Oliver stepped out of the elevator and came into the Bunker like a pariah. His mood was a dark one, as if heavy rain clouds filled his mind with storms.

Oliver had left the apartment an hour earlier. Felicity was still asleep on her side of the bed. He tenderly put his lips on her forehead as if kissing her dreams, dressed for the office and began to go over in his mind the Mayoral duties waiting for him there. He made a quick stop down the hall to check on William. The kid was still sleeping. He hovered in the doorway for a few seconds, wondering if he should go in the room and kiss his son as well. But with only a month gone by since returning from Lian Yu, Oliver could not gauge if that was enough time to be that personal with William. He slowly closed the bedroom door and let himself out of their apartment.

Over the past couple months, Oliver found it was difficult getting back into the normalcy of his responsibilities. The events on the island and the aftermath took his life in a whole new direction. It took away from whatever calmness and celebration his victory over Chase might have brought. But Oliver really didn’t see it as a victory, mainly because of what it did to William. He thought of what Felicity said to him at his birthday party about putting his feet up and relaxing. Even before Chase, that scenario was always a hard sell to him and it made him uncomfortable letting his guard down. Yes, currently there was no viable threat to the city, but Oliver felt that it was his duty to keep his radar on. He suspected that would always be a part of him, purposeful and adamant when it comes to protecting his city.

But there was another dynamic to the changes wrought by the Lian Yu incident. It brought Oliver into new territory, something he had no kind of training in. It brought self-doubt and uncertainty to him like a wave of broken glass crashing on the shores of his failure.


It was Felicity who made things a bit more easy for him after they got back. She was what gave his life such familiarity and she knew the inner tides that made Oliver tick.  She is the one constant for him in the five years she has been in his life. All those years he kept getting in his own way by making bad decisions and lying and hurting those he loved, Felicity still had faith and trust in him, still kept him close and helped to steer him from losing his way in the darkness. When the island exploded (a sight that still filled his dreams with nightmares) all he could envision was what his life was going to be like without her; an emptiness consuming Oliver like a living, breathing abyss showing him just how far despair can take a person. And then he found her amid the smoke and ashes, a bright emanation shining in his heart. It was a moment that will always make  him smile. They looked at each other, covered in soot and sweat and relief and verbally consummated their life together by saying ‘oh yeah, we’re married.’  They crashed together in defiance of the carnage Chase created. An actual wedding ceremony was just a formality.  But one thing didn’t and never will change—Felicity will always be his first and last thought of the day.

However, William is another matter. Oliver told Felicity that his son is the purest part of him. He is innocence and trust and belief. Samantha gave that to him, gave him a sense of family and home, that nothing will ever hurt him. And then that reality shattered when Samantha was consumed by Chase’s killing fires. In one suicidal gunshot, William was bereft of his childhood, perhaps to the point of never feeling safe again. Confusion and grief and fear were his new companions, playmates that had nothing to give him but loneliness.

Oliver could feel the emptiness of the Bunker as he climbed up to the platform and sat at Felicity’s workstation. Sometimes he could still feel all the turmoil and loss and darkness that permeated the Bunker over the past year. It lingered in the air like the smell of burnt toast, cloying and dank. Felicity’s search algorithm was the only sound echoing in the room as it looked for that next person to step up and infuse evil into the city again. Oliver ignored the computers and kept his focus on the strife that his son was going through in the wake of his loss.

Then he heard the smooth whine of the elevator ascend to the empty campaign office above. Its door slid open and Oliver heard the faint click of high heels enter. The door closed and the elevator came back down towards Oliver’s solitude.


Felicity assumed when she woke up this morning that Oliver was already at his office. She got up and went down the back hallway of the apartment and checked on William. He was still asleep in his room. Felicity was worried that the boy was sleeping too much. In fact, William had been spending most of his time staying in the bedroom, really only coming out when hunger touched his grief. It was something Felicity wanted to discuss with Oliver. But since coming back from the island, she knew he was not comfortable talking about William, as if the shadow of Samantha’s death hovered over them like a predatory bird. In spite of her and Oliver committing themselves to one another back on the island, Felicity still had some tiny reservations on giving any kind of advice to him on how to integrate William into their lives.

After Riasa arrived to watch over William, Felicity left the apartment and drove to the Bunker. She wanted to upgrade some software she had recently installed that would ping the phones of every Team Arrow member. It was an addition to her search algorithm that constantly surveyed the city 24/7. She would have the Bunker to herself, without any distractions while working.

She arrived at the old campaign office and entered the elevator. As she rode down, Felicity tried to adjust her thoughts, away from the Oliver’s dilemma over his son.

The door slid open and Felicity was surprised to see Oliver sitting at her workstation.  “Hey,” she said to him as she came into the Bunker. “What are you doing here?”

Oliver turned around at the sound of her voice. “I was driving to City Hall earlier and fully intended to climb behind my desk and do City Administration things, then I was pulling up outside and climbing into the elevator. Suddenly, I wanted to be alone. Is that a set-back for me?”

Felicity walked up to him, leaned down and softly kissed him. “Uh maybe…” she replied. “But at least this time you went somewhere I could find you.” Both of them remembered when Oliver disappeared after Moira was killed.

Oliver’s expression stayed neutral despite the softness of her lips on his.

“Oliver, what’s going on?”

He shifted in his chair and started to avert his gaze.

“No, uh-uh Oliver,” Felicity admonished him. “Don’t you dare try to avoid me.  Inclusion, remember?” Suddenly, she climbed into Oliver’s lap, using her body to keep him grounded. “Now, tell mama what’s wrong.”


“Oliver…I know what’s wrong. This is about William, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you came down here to brood?”

“Felicity, are you going to let me talk?”

She fell silent. “I’m sorry,” she went on. “Yes, you can talk.”

“Thank you.” Oliver looked into her waiting eyes. “Uh yeah, it’s about William. Felicity…I don’t know what to say to him. And I’m scared that if I don’t reach him now, he’s going to drift away.”

Felicity felt the tension clenching his body. “Oliver…I know this is hard for you. But I don’t know if it has anything to do with…well, with how William was a barrier between us at one time.”

Oliver shook his head. “Felicity, it’s not that. It’s…he’s not a secret anymore. I just don’t know how to approach him. Maybe there is a part of me blaming myself for Samantha…”

Felicity put a finger to Oliver’s lips. “Oliver…no. We already talked about this. Chase was responsible for her death. You did everything you could to save your son. Samantha was collateral damage.”

“Yeah…I know that,” Oliver responded. “But Felicity…he lost his mother. I’m coming from personal experience here. That kind of loss is not so easily overcome.”

“Oliver, I don’t want to tell you how to interact with your son, but maybe your mother’s death is a good place to start with him. Maybe if you shared with him what you went through, he might not feel so alone.”

Oliver nodded in recognition. “You are probably right,” he acceded. “But how do I let him know his pain is not…that it can’t define him?”

“Oliver, it’s a connection you will have with him, a commonality. Just let  him know you’re his father and that you’ll be there for him no matter what.”


“Like you do with me…with love.”

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No Sir, No , Nope

I absolutely don’t know what you are talking about

I see no similarities at all

Anyway,we all know that DESTIEL is made up by the fans


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Here you go Olicity friends, I’m happy to edit another sex scene video. Enjoy.