sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?
Oh you’re right, anon.
Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked.
They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.
I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):
Oliver would be
And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place.
Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him
They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT
(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)
That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder.
He tells her that. He tells her.
It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real.
But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.
But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.
And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever.
But this is how they get on the path.
Because after all,
I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends.
I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.
I swear this is the last one tonight, okay maybe one more. But this was requested by an anon! I hope you all love it as much as I do!
Word count: 365
Warnings: fluff, implied sex
(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns)
It was late at night, but you hoped Pride would still be awake. His bar was closed for the night, so where else could the agent be? You slipped into the building, using your own key. You were in the process of packing so you could move in with Pride. He decided to give you your own key, just in case.
You trotted up the stairs, hoping you weren’t too late. You didn’t want to wake him up; he didn’t get enough sleep as is. As soon as you made it up the stairs, you walked down the hall, towards his bedroom door. You jumped when you heard the door next to you open.
Steam rolled out into the hallway, along with the scent of Pride’s aftershave. Not only were you surprised to see Pride, but he was surprised to see you too. If you were anyone else, he would be mortified to be caught in just a towel, but you were different. You had seen him without that towel many times before.
Local fish gets in a spot of trouble - alternatively titled : someone please spam me with stuff about this AU it sparked too many ideas for the resident ghost to keep to myself
(I swear this is the last one for the night…maybe…okay there might be one more but I’m seriously in love with this AU. Also I might draw Daniel too because I’ve already got a major hc for him so yeah :3)