ms. smoak

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#hi ms. smoak #my name’s promey #i’m a huge fan of your existence #the whole reason i stalked oliver for so long was to meet you #i own 10 of your funkos + a custom gothlicity #pandas >>> kangaroos #can i touch your ponytail #wow your eyes are so pretty #do you mind stabbing my ear with a red pen so i can have an industrial piercing just like yours #i love your glasses #also can you demonstrate your wicked right hook on my face #when will smoak tech rise #STEP ON ME QUEEN😍😍😍

A 6x07 spec fic based on recent photos from the Arrow set. 

**CONTAINS POTENTIAL SEASON 6 SPOILERS**

(If you haven’t been seeing all the pics from the last few days, don’t read!)

“So was this why your relationship ended?”

Felicity gaped. “Wow, you guys just dive right in, don’t you?”

The woman offered a smile, and Felicity almost believed it was genuine. Except she was still a reporter asking questions that even Felicity didn’t like talking about. And it was her own love life.

“Well, the people of Star City were very taken with ‘Olicity,’” the reporter replied. Felicity bit the inside of her lip to stop from smiling at the name her and Oliver had been dubbed with. Olicity. She honestly had to wonder what her life was sometimes. The lady pushed her recorder closer to Felicity, like if she pressed hard enough the answers would fly out like word vomit. “We were all hoping you’d make it. And now you and the Mayor are back together and he just came out as the Green Arrow, so it stands to reason that his nighttime activities might have played a role in the demise of your relationship before.”

W-o-w.

“Well, we, uh…”

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felicityollies  asked:

"Bite me."

Thanks @felicityollies!

Human Resources

“Um, Mr. Queen, there seems to be a problem with your secretary.” The HR woman approached his desk warily. Oliver turned to see Felicity staring daggers at her through the glass wall that separated their desks. 

“You mean my Executive Assistant?” 

The woman started wringing her hands now, clearly not comfortable with the conversation. 

“Yes, Ms. Smoak. Now I know I raised concerns with you when you put her in this position that it was not in her experience or skill set, but you were firm in your decision.” 

Oliver raised an eyebrow and scowled at the HR rep, letting her know that his opinion on the matter had not changed. 

“Well, uh, it seems that we have a complaint about her.” 

Oliver stood up, coiling himself for a fight against anything who dared say a word against Felicity. 

“What did they say?” 

“She…well it seems she refused to make a board member a cup of coffee.” 

Oliver blinked. 

“Is that all?” 

“Well it’s in her job description to provide support to you, and therefor when a board member is visiting she needs to show them hospitality.” 

Oliver scowled at the woman. “Felicity reports to me, and fetching coffee is not one of her duties.” 

The HR rep frowned at that. “Well, there’s more. I tried to talk to her about it and she said, and I quote ‘bite me.’ Really, Mr. Queen, this is an unacceptable way to talk to human resources and I recommend a formal censure in her employee file. It has to come from you as her supervisor.” 

Oliver tried to cover his chuckle with a cough, but the the HR rep narrowed her eyes at him and he suspected he had not succeeded. He recovered quickly. 

“I think a verbal warning will be fine for now. I will take care of it. That will be all for now. Oh, and in the future, if you have any complaints about Ms. Smoak, please bring them to me first.” 

The woman stormed out of his office and glared at Felicity as she passed. When her back was turned, Felicity flipped her off. Oliver couldn’t help but grin at his Girl Wednesday. 

He walked to her desk and quirked an eyebrow at her. “Bite me? Really, Felicity? Are you in junior high?” 

She glared at him.

“I’m wasn’t going to stand there and let her lecture me on how I’m not doing my job right. A job, I might mention, that I didn’t even want in the first place.” 

Oliver grabbed her jacket and held it open for her. “Come on, I will by you some Big Belly Burger on the way to the Foundry to make up for it.” 

Felicity nodded in agreement. “Fine, but I want a milkshake too.” 

As they boarded the elevator, he grinned at her. “Consider yourself verbally reprimanded. Don’t say ‘bite me’ again to the HR lady.” 

Felicity nodded seriously. 

“Okay, next time I’ll just tell her to kiss my ass.” 

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Fic: Over My Dead Body

I have no idea what this is or why this happened… but here. Have a High School!Olicity with a little bit of Tommy Merlyn thrown in. 

Prompt: You look like shit. 


“You look like shit.”

“Shut up, Tommy,” Felicity says, holding onto her stomach as she tries not to throw up.

She’d told Mr. Walsh that she didn’t feel good today and he’d still made her run the mile. She should sue the school for negligence.

Better yet, she should vomit all over his precious Reeboks.

How is it that tuition here is thousands of dollars a year and they can’t afford competent teachers? Felicity would have been better off turning down her scholarship and attending public school.

“Are you going to barf? Because I have to tell you, Smoak. I’m a sympathy puker. If you throw up, I will, too,” Tommy says, earning him a glare.

A wave of pain hits her and she doubles over, crying out.

“Mr. Walsh, I don’t think Felicity is doing too good,” Tommy calls out, putting a comforting hand on her back.

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Summer Vacation: Steps

First fic for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon organized by @thebookjumper. I’d like to the thank @almondblossomme for proofing. Also available on AO3.

I’d like to like to dedicate the is fic to @emmaamelia95 (still May 27th in Canada, sorry it is late for you) as it is her birthday today. 

The story is set in 5x22, an alternate ending to the party.


Oliver began carrying dishes into the loft kitchen. “Thanks again Felicity, this was so nice.”

“Are you sure you weren’t disappointed?” Felicity crinkled her nose. She had been worried that the dinner subterfuge was a bit much.

“About the party? Absolutely not. About dinner,” Oliver looked down.

This Oliver always killed her, he looked like a lost little boy. She knew he just didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so she cut him off at the pass. “I was. I mean, I was disappointed about dinner. I wanted to, I want to go to dinner with you.” God, why was she stumbling over her words? This was Oliver and he had agreed to take steps!

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my thoughts on 5x22

I can’t believe we’re almost at the end of the season. It’s bittersweet; I’m glad to put this year behind us but I’m also sad there’ll be no more new Arrow for several months. I’ll miss it, to be sure. But, given the events of this episode, I’m really hoping that there will be plenty of fanfic from my favorite authors to tide me over. 😉

  • Quentin wishing Oliver a happy birthday fills me with all kinds of warm feelings. Did we ever think, back in s1, that we’d ever get here? 
  • Thea teasing Oliver about his “date” with Felicity is a million kinds of fantastic and something I’ve always wanted. It’s made even better knowing that she KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY THE WHOLE TIME.
  • Seeing Oliver happy and nervous and excited is something I’ve really missed. 
  • The smooth way that Oliver took down Curtis fills me with all kinds of Feelings. 
  • That Lord Mesa cake is so meta that it’s pretty glorious. 
  • I’m not sure it qualifies as “amazing” or worth all the buzz but I’ll let it go. Cuz I’m a reasonable sort. 
  • This whole birthday is so beautiful and wonderful and so long past due… It feels RIGHT. I love seeing Oliver be celebrated by his loved ones. As it should be. 
  • We were doing great on the “how I want to spend my Summer Vacation” thing till we got to Felicity… and then Oliver. 
  • SOCKS? REALLY?
  • Socks=sex
  • Is it just me or were there volumes of innuendo to Felicity’s whole “hiking and spending the night under the stars” thing? Those smoldering looks between her and Oliver didn’t help things. 
  • And as if I wasn’t already dead from that eye fucking, then the team “subtly” leaves them alone to talk and they AGREE TO START DATING AGAIN.
  • Have mercy on my poor heart, Arrow, I’m only human.
  • Forget socks, this is what Oliver wanted for his birthday. 
  • “Hypothetically dating my ex-fiancee” It’s okay, I’m okay, this is fine. I’m fine. 
  • Curtis teasing Felicity about her sexual tension with Oliver is all of us, let’s be honest. 
  • Oh look, Curtis got taken. I’m so shocked. (not that shocked)
  • Oliver worrying about Felicity and wanting her to stay down in the bunker with him is just… that’s where I’m at folks. This is fine. 
  • But the Black Siren blah blah blah *snore* I’m sorry, did something happen? 
  • Anyways, Quentin is awesome and deserves better. But you all already knew that. 
  • Felicity not wanting to leave Oliver alone, because she’s worried about him… that is NOW where I’m at. I’m fine. 
  • Oliver’s desperation and … upset at learning Dig and Felicity were taken… that is where I am going to be and stay and I AM NOT FINE.
  • Yep. I’m gonna stay here a while. It’s a nice place. 
  • And then Malcolm gives a big pep talk speech about leaving the island and letting people in and how people help us retain our humanity and…what? WHAT? What’s going on here?
  • Malcolm is being the beacon of hope? Where did that come from???
  • Oh that man is so dead. He’s dying. That’s it. That’s his big redemption. Welp. 
  • Oliver’s emotions over Chase taking William are so real and pure and just… WOW. “He’s my boy.” There’s a branch in my eye.
  • Delightful moment when Malcolm and Nyssa get pissy about working with each other.
  • Though, if Nyssa could stop with the husband nonsense and they could just END THAT NONSENSE I’d be a happier viewer. 
  • ITS BEEN TWO YEARS, GUGGENHEIM. LET IT GO.
  • It took Oliver far longer than it should have to realize Adrian took everyone to the island. “See you on the boat” was pretty clear. 
  • Also… no one took a boat. What is this boat nonsense? I have questions. 
  • “Ms. Smoak.” Damn right, and don’t you forget it. Blessed, blessed interaction.
  • Blah blah blah Slade Wilson blah blah kid blah blah

Join us next week folks. Things will most certainly get lit. And enjoy Olicity being reunited. It’s official. TV Line said so. 😉

Fic: Long Distance (Soul) Relationships Sometimes Work

Written for the @olicityhiatusficathon prompt from @thebookjumper “Impaired Judgement.” I just keep coming back to writing soulmate fics because I love them so much. I know it’s a common trope for soulmates to have pain when the other has sex with someone else, but I, um, went in another direction with it. :) Read it on Ao3 or below. I don’t have a beta so all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy!

Long Distance (Soul) Relationships Sometimes Work

“Ms. Smoak, I’m going to let you go with a warning, because I have complete understanding and sympathy for your situation,” Detective Lance told her with a grim face, looking down at the medical bracelet on her wrist. “But you need to cut down on the pain pills. He’s going to have to survive without them.”

Felicity had been arrested last night with an illegal amount of pain medication, but she did not have an addiction. They were for her soulmate, whoever he may be.

When Felicity Smoak was born, her mother Donna was thrilled that the dark shade of her soul mark revealed the baby had a Level 5 soul connection. They were so rare and valued in the world.

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Dangling soons

Summary: Three years ago, Oliver dangled maybes on Felicity. Now, they seem to be dangling soons on each other. (Set to be in season 6, but it’s neither a speculation nor spoilery.)

Author’s note: This is not meant as critics to the way Arrow has handled Olicity so far in season 6. I just had a thought on how Oliver and Felicity felt about their relationship and wrote this thing. I don’t know what exactly this is. Just enjoy!

Originally posted by arrowsource

Felicity had just pushed the button to call for the elevator when she heard Oliver’s voice behind her. She turned around and smiled when she saw him strolling down the hallway in her direction while he was talking to a guy Felicity didn’t know. She didn’t miss how handsome he looked in the dark suit with the blue tie that brought out the color of his eyes.

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Conspiracy

Originally posted by no-one-seesyou-likeido

olicity || gen || fluff || 1181 || more fics

summary: Slade conspires with Thea of all people to get Oliver and Felicity to break their “let’s take it one step at a time rule” by putting them in a situation for Oliver to propose to her again. (prompt by @flowerandsunshine thank you!)
a/n: well, i’m not sure how i feel about it, but i hope you like it anyway

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“What do you want?”

“Now now there’s no reason to be testy,” Slade muttered.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Thea spat.

Slade and Oliver might have been on better terms, but that didn’t mean she had to like him. He was crazy, first of all, and had murdered her mother right before her eyes. There was no way she was going to be forgiving this man anytime soon.

“I want to discuss your brother and Ms Smoak,” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m listening.”

“Oliver is pussyfooting around asking Ms. Smoak to marry him again,” he shook his head.

Thea let out a sigh, “I know, but what the hell are you going to do about it?”

“They need a little push.”

She quirked a brow, “Are we going to parent trap them?”

He stared at her as if she were an idiot.

“You know, trick them into going somewhere romantic. Preferably somewhere that makes them remember something important from their past,” she couldn’t help but swoon at the idea.

Thea really was a hopeless romantic at heart.

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Something Just Like This

Felicity Smoak has had a mini crush on a man she’s never met for years and one day he walks into her office for help.

This is my entry for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon prompt - Malfunction.  

No beta so all mistakes are mine. I hope you like! Also available on AO3.


Felicity was terminally single. At least that’s what her mother told her. Donna Smoak meant well but comments like that - well, they didn’t help.


Honestly, Felicity was pretty happy with her single life and it would take a pretty amazing guy to make her change that. It would take someone like Oliver Queen, the local celebrity due to his stint on The Bachelor.  


She laughed herself she had harboured a secret crush on the infamous Oliver Queen since the first time she saw him. He, on the other hand, didn’t know she existed so progress in that situation was never going to happen.

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Arrow Fic: I Have Been Homesick For You Since We Met

post-5x21, Felicity watches Oliver’s press conference and has a talk with Thea.

“It’s not time. Not just yet. But maybe soon. They’re not planets in orbit around each other, they’re comets scorching through constellations, alternating near misses on an inevitable collision course.”

Title from “A Father’s First Spring” by The Avett Brothers.

I Have Been Homesick For You Since We Met (AO3)

Oliver texts to tell her about the press conference, and somewhere in between reading his message and replying, Felicity’s slipped her heels back on and buzzed the doorman to hail a car. Next thing she knows, she’s at City Hall.

She enters the building, and knows the route to the briefing room by heart, but when she hits the lobby, her feet turn to lead and won’t carry her any further. She’s genuinely contemplating walking right back out the way she came when she catches sight of one of the wall-mounted TVs. Oliver is taking the podium and something in her chest still swells at the sight of him standing in front of the cameras, speaking to the city he’s given everything to protect.

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Fic: Tastes Like Pure Joy

*Throws fic at everyone and runs and hides.* This is my first attempt at a vampire story of any sort and I hope you guys enjoy it. Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-thon prompt - “taste.” @felicityollies and I decided there needs to be more Olicity vampire stories, so here you go! You can read it on Ao3 or below. 

Tastes Like Pure Joy

Oliver tried not to stare at Felicity’s mouth when she licked at the ice cream dripping down the side of her cone.

“What does it taste like?” Oliver, having been a vampire for centuries, did not know the joys of modern human food.

“Cold. And sweet. And happiness, if you can use an emotion do describe food,” Felicity explained.

“I can,” Oliver growled a little. And he knew the moment she realized she was the food he was talking about because her face blushed to the most beautiful shade of red. Oh, how he would miss that blush.

Felicity and Oliver had been dating for almost a year, and when he asked her to marry him, she had finally convinced him to turn her as well. Forever, she said, meant truly forever.

Usually on their dates, they didn’t eat because they did not consume the same diet, but since this was her final week as a human she was indulging in all her favorite foods. And the last item on her list was mint-chocolate chip ice cream.

“What do I taste like?” Felicity asked him shyly.

Other than the occasional nip during lovemaking, Oliver had only fed on her once – the night they had met. He closed his eyes to dwell in the memories of our first encounter. Felicity must have noticed his smile.

“That was a good day, wasn’t it?”

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Matchmaker, matchmaker, bring me a… vacation?

I know this is a few days early… but if I don’t post it now, I’ll spend the next 3 days reworking it ‘til I’m blue in the face! Hope you enjoy!

Olicity hiatus fic-a-ton Tumblr prompts from @thebookjumper. Prompt 1- summer vacation

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“Oliver,” Felicity whispered, eyes closing as his hands ghosted over her shoulders, down her arms, “mm… what about lunch?” She pulled back reluctantly, forcing her eyes to open.

 “What about it?” he said softly. Gently framing her face with his hands, he leaned in slowly, grazing her cheek with his lips. “Lunch can wait,” he said as he trailed soft kisses up her face. Gently pushing the hair back at her temple, his thumb brushed over the fresh scar at her hairline. His lips lingered there, as if trying to erase it.

 After a moment, Oliver released her face. Reaching down, he grabbed her hand, guiding her to the sofa. Sitting down, he immediately pulled her into his arms. He watched her intently before cupping her face again and finally, slowly, pulling her down, his lips brushed hers. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said after a moment.

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Eye Contact: The Third Time’s the Charm

My shot at Prompt #2 Eye Contact for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-a-Thon organized by @thebookjumper! I’d like to thank @tdgal1 for her help with this one. Also available on AO3.


First Meeting

Felicity Smoak had been working in the Queen Consolidated IT department for just over a year and she knew she had already become their most valuable employee.

Queen Consolidated had decided to go Google. This was a big deal for the IT department. For years, the company had used different software for emails, calendars, sharing information and Google would bring it all together and make it easier to share information in real time. Definitely a move in the right direction. But like any change there was resistance.

One of the strongest resistor was actually the current CEO. He liked things the way they were and while he may have approved the change, he was not adapting well.  Which was why Felicity wasn’t exactly surprised when her boss asked her to go up to the executive floor to help Mr. Queen.

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