anonymous asked:

I know we're all dead but can we talk about how cute it was that he said thank you when she took her top off? And how intimate that moment was when he just took a second to look at her, to breathe her in, to confirm that this was really happening? Cause of death: Olicity.

Oliver was the perfect gentleman throughout that entire scene. 

Starting from the beginning, he was… everything. He was a man who was clearly still in love with this woman, but he’d also heard her last season when she said she was, for all intents and purposes, done. He was a man who was willing to get every tiny scrap of her natural sunlight, no matter what the cost for himself. Y’all are lying to yourselves if Felicity wasn’t doing exactly what Curtis suggested when the idea of her trying the salmon ladder came about. She’s all cute and flirty and doing something that shows a lot of skin, and yet, the entire time, Oliver was just so sweet. He didn’t push it, he didn’t take what are pretty obvious signs, he didn’t do anything without her explicit permission and direction. They went through two bottles of wine, my friends, they were quite a few sheets to the wind and still, he was the perfect gentleman. Even when she asked him to help her down, when he grabbed her waist, when he held her close, letting her down gently, cradling her like she’s the most important thing in his entire world (she is)…


He was just… 


… so Oliver and so respectful and I loved it so much.

But then it gets better.

Felicity finally makes the first move, she kisses him and remember the way he responded? 


(wow they kiss really well like damn well done a+)

He gives it his all because that’s all he wants to give her. He messed up so much in the past, and while the source of those issues are deeply buried and require a fucking bulldozer to unearth, it doesn’t change that it effectively ruined the best thing in his life. But now, now he has her back and it’s everything. Yes, the wine has stripped their inhibitions, but it just scratched off the surface, revealing what they’ve always, always wanted.



(This was cute af, anon, I so agree. He’s so totally getting swept up in the sensation of having her in his arms again, of kissing her, tasting her, feeling her, and it’s intoxicating. It takes over everything, leaving no room for anything but continuing to feel those wonderful things. We see that in the way he suddenly spins her, with so much intent, so much purpose - I know I’m not the only one who thought that was going somewhere else - but then he’s so painfully gentle with her. He could absolutely rip her sweater to pieces if he wanted to and he knew she probably wouldn’t complain one bit until later, but he didn’t, because remember, this is the Oliver who has been in love with this woman forever and he lost her and he’s been respecting her wishes in not pursuing a relationship and suddenly she’s here and she’s with him, but that doesn’t change where they are mentally, where he’s at mentally. (Wow, tangent.) It’s marked with that soft, adorable smile of his - that happy smile of his - and the way he says, “Thank you.” It’s really as if he’s thanking her for giving them this chance again.)

And then…


The passion is back, brimming over, all-consuming, burning them from the insides out, taking over everything, pulling them together like the magnets that they are…

But that’s not all it’s about, not quite. It’s about that, oh yes, but it’s also about connecting again, not just physically but emotionally and mentally, with their very souls. This isn’t just physical for Oliver, nor is it for Felicity, which is what he needs to double check, he needs to see, to make sure that… 

Well, that this is happening, that it’s what he thinks it is, that she’s on the same page, that she wants this, that she wants it as badly as he does, that she’s doing it for the same reasons, that… 


(the way he whispers her name, a gasp, a breathless plea… a prayer…)

He has to make sure. He has to. One, because it’s Oliver and when it comes to Felicity, there’s never been a halfway. 

Which is so very interesting considering what happened tonight - thinking about it from Oliver’s perspective, he honestly thought he was giving Felicity everything he could. He didn’t know at the time that he was only giving half of himself, only giving her the pieces he felt worthy of her, not realizing that he was hiding things from her, all under the guise of trying to protect her, in his own warped way. He has been broken, in his mind, for so long, but it’s only when he’s whole within himself that he can finally be with her, which we’re finally seeing, thank goodness.

He’s all in or he’s all out and he needs to know that Felicity is there with him.


But not a simple “Are you sure this is what you want,” no, it’s more than that.


It’s about them, and their love for each other.


And there it is. She’s right there with him, her love for him shining through, bathing him in its purity, a cleansing feeling that shines light in the darkest corners of his being (even if he doesn’t recognize it until much much much later). 

Cause of death: Olicity 

Indeed, anon. Indeed.


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#10. oliver queen x felicity smoak

I don’t regret a single moment. and you shouldn’t either. you have done so much. you have saved so many people’s lives, and you have changed so many for the better - including mine. knowing you has changed my life. you’ve opened up my heart in a way I didn’t even know was possible. I love you.

anonymous asked:

Can I get some appreciation up in here for Oliver's super low rumbly voice when he's getting all up in Felicity's space against the wall in 6x04? It's sooooo sexy, and I can't believe no-one is talking about it! I can imagine that Felicity's really missed that, the way that she can even hear how much he wants her (and how much she's missed the stuff he says in that tone...)

Like when he says “Dinner went better than expected.”

(via the awesome @hackergoddessfelicity)

And the way he stares at her…

I am on fire. It is so insanely sexy. Fun fact, I’m listening to this at work and I’m blushing and not because it’s so loud, but because his voice is pure sin.

Whew, imagine all the things he whispers in that voice, right in her ear, his lips brushing against her, his stubble scraping, his breath hot and his tongue taking a taste as he describes exactly what he wants to do to her for his dessert, all in that low rumbly voice… 


Okay, but imagine Felicity is walking home after a late shift.

She’s been in witness protection for five months and wasn’t allowed to bring anything with her, not a single crappy thing, so she doesn’t have a car. William met her at the coffee shop earlier, as he usually does, doing his homework with his mom, keeping her company, reminding her why all of this is worth it if it means keeping him safe and protected. But he doesn’t stay because she’s working until 11 and he has school the next day, so she sends him home on the last bus in that direction, so it’s just her now. It’s not a long walk, and she doesn’t have to do it often, so she takes advantage when it pops up, needing the solitude where she doesn’t have to put up the bright front for William.

The streets aren’t as sketchy as Star City, they’re definitely not the Glades, but they aren’t exactly super safe either, so she’s got one hand in her pocket around her bottle of mace, a cooling latte she made herself in the other hand, a bag with a days-old muffin tucked under her arm.

Her feet are tired, her back aches, her face hurts from pasting on a smile so much. Usually it’s not that hard, she’s always aimed for the positive side of things, but this is hard, way harder than she could’ve ever anticipated. But one thing that helps, she thinks, is having her “disguise,” if it can even be called that. Her long hair dyed pink, the backwards cap, overalls, all designed to be the complete opposite of Felicity Megan Smoak-Queen. She’s not that person anymore. She can’t be. That decision was taken away from her, and so her new look - new clothes, new digs, new everything - makes all the hard decisions she’d been forced into making as a result of that horribly stupid fucking decision easier.

Like turning down the date a customer had asked her on earlier.

No, that hadn’t been easy. That had been hard, because it could never happen. Her heart wouldn’t let it.

Bitterness burns in her chest. That, and anger. It pulses through her, blurring the world. She bites her tongue, so hard it nearly bleeds before she’s calm again.

Felicity is about halfway home when the hair on the back of her neck rises.

It’s an instinct she’s spent years honing in her vigilante work, one that she one hundred percent trusts when it says someone is following her. She turns her head, trying to hear anything, but there’s only her footsteps, and the faint rustle of foliage starting to succumb to the cooler weather.

But there’s someone there, she knows it.

Just as quickly as the certainty set in, though, it disappears

And then a shadow steps in front of her.

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olicity au → Ghost Fox 

The woman is quick, she’s sly, they never see her coming, and she’s gone as soon as she appears. 

She is the Ghost Fox. 

“She’s not coming for you,” Adrian scoffs in his face again, “You keep looking towards that door as if she’s going to walk right through.” 

“She’s coming,” he rasps. 

Adrian shakes his head, “The ones that supposedly love you have given up on you. She’s never going to come for you. You’re just a waste of time.” 

“You don’t know her like I do,” Oliver refuses to give up the last scrap of hope he has. 

Ghost Fox is coming. Felicity is coming. His wife is going to find him. 

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favorite olicity moments:
∟ 4x01 Green Arrow

      Kind of sweaty. 
          I know. It’s amazing.

aka that time Oliver was going to make Felicity breakfast, but she wanted some of that Dick instead.

(What could’ve happened…)

Oliver smiled.  “Okay,” he replied, the word so soft it barely registered.

The air between them was electric. He didn’t want to leave, not just yet, like always. The feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore. He knew why they’d pushed this off - their promise to talk after the island hadn’t included his entire life being turned upside down by the sudden inclusion of his son in his life - but things were settling… slowly, but surely. 

And it was getting harder to say goodbye to her each time he saw her, harder to say goodnight, to walk away from her. 

He wanted her and he was done hiding it. He’d buried it for so long - too long - but now the door was open again and he wasn’t losing this, losing her, not for anything.

And yet… he was almost okay with waiting, just a little bit longer. There was something about the way that electricity between them crackled. It danced over his skin, searing his nerves with an awareness of her every single move that made his heart race. They were taking their time, exploring their relationship in a new way, and it was both frustrating and… 


He wanted her, absolutely, but the waiting made it somehow more intense.

With another smile, Oliver stepped closer. He was going to move around her to go home, keep that space there, maintain the buffer… 

But instinct flared and he moved towards her instead. 

His hand reached for hers, his fingers sliding over her palm. Felicity immediately reacted, curling hers around his, turning into his touch with an ease that made it hard to breathe. God, how could one tiny touch set him on fire like that? He inhaled sharply and his senses flooded with her scent. His eyes fluttered shut, the urge to take that final step and turn towards her flooding him. He wanted to hug her, to hold her close, to bury his face against her neck and just breathe her… 

He didn’t, though, because they weren’t there.


But they would be. He knew it with a certainty he could taste.

And she knew it, too, judging by the way her breath stuttered as she leaned into him.

Oliver clasped her hand in his and kissed her cheek.

It was soft, gentle, quiet, meant to say everything he couldn’t just yet, but it was so much more than that: it was a promise in and of itself. For them. For their future.

They moved at the same time.

Her front barely grazed his arm, but it was enough to burn him, almost as much as his lips where they were pressed to her skin. She warmed under his touch, her head turning into his. Her glasses brushed his temple as loose strands of her hair grazed his nose. His stubble slipped over her and Felicity gasped, her hand sliding further into his. The tiny puff of air coupled with her nails suddenly scraping his wrist had a shiver dancing down his spine.

It was over as fast as it began… but it also somehow stretched on for a perfect eternity until they both reluctantly pulled away.

“Goodnight,” he whispered. The word ghosted over her ear and she licked her lips.

“’Night,” she breathed.

They let each other go and went to their separate lofts, both knowing that someday they would be going to one, together…