girlwithsixsmiles replied to your post “mystarsandmyocean replied to your post:mystarsandmyocean replied to…”
Talk to me about how I wasted five months of my life writing an Arrow AU based on a rom-com. I DIE FOR THEM. (Also, I made Oliver a hooker?)
WAIT WHAT WHAT IS THIS OLIVER IN A ROM COM AS A HOOKER???? *GRABBY HANDS* WHERE IS IT???
raetherandom replied to your post “okay SO MUCH to do today Fish is in the oven, but I still have to…”
So can I come for dinner?????
RAE OMFG YOU KNOW YOU ARE ALWAYS WELCOME TO MY HOUSE FOR MEALS
Talk about a letdown.
I AM ABOUT TO RIOT
To be fair, we got an AMAZING olicity scene yesterday…like….BLOODY AMAZING, and getting another one while…
I wasn’t asking for another olicity scene, just the hi definition version of the trailer they released yesterday.
okay SO MUCH to do today
Fish is in the oven, but I still have to make:
AND I have to be at Shaya’s school at 11:30 to meet his teacher. And My sister-in-law and her family are coming for shabbat TOO MUCH I CAN’T HANDLE IT I AM SO TIRED
"You're saying you didn't plan this?"
He looks incredulously at her. “You think I planned us getting stuck in an elevator?”
She shrugs, but there’s a lightness to her eyes that gives away her amusement, and it pulls back what little fight he’d had in him into nothingness. “You’re the one who’s been complaining all week that we haven’t had more than five minutes together.”
He takes a step toward where she’s leaning against the wall. “So I broke down the elevator on the way to one of the most important meetings in this company’s history.”
Her fingers play with the edge of his tie, and it’s no accident that her palm brushes against his belt buckle, and she’s not disappointed when his hips readjust, coming closer to her. “You’ve done stupider things.”
"Mmhmm." He leans down, lips skirting feather light against her jaw before he presses a kiss behind her ear, the shiver that runs through her automatically pulling his hand to her hip; the heat spreads as he widens his fingers, and he matches her smile.
Her thumbs slide through his belt loops but he still doesn’t kiss her properly — because he wants to tease her, she’s sure, and not because they’d agreed to keep everything between them private and out of the office. Instead, he presses his mouth to her pulse point, sucking gently, before moving to the other side. He nuzzles her earring out of the way and wraps an arm fully around her, and she puts her hand on his chest, just above his heart. She can feel it beating heavily, and somehow instinctively knows it’s not borne of their intimacy.
"You’re going to do great," she says, pulling her head to the side so she can look up at him. She moves her hands to smooth out his tie and jacket, the light from the yellow backlit panels that surround them bouncing off the diamond solitaire on her left hand — the first thing successfully built in their brave new world.
He looks at her with uncertainty written plainly in his features, and she presses a gentle kiss to his lips. It’s become a pattern for them, whether he’s clad in a business suit or his leathers; a quiet but pervasive reminder she is with him no matter where he roams, and on his weakest days, it’s her strength that keeps him going.
He slides his other arm fully around her and just holds her, and she listens as his heartbeat slows. “I’m proud of you,” she says quietly. “And they would be, too.”
He sighs then, not out of frustration but absolution, and the tension he’s been carrying in his body for days — maybe years — finally dissipates. She smiles against his chest, careful not to get any of her lipstick on him, and squeezes one final time just as the elevator car lurches slightly and begins moving again.
He walks into the boardroom with his head held high and confidence in his step, and she tells maintenance not to rush with the elevator repairs.
Talk about a letdown.
I AM ABOUT TO RIOT
To be fair, we got an AMAZING olicity scene yesterday…like….BLOODY AMAZING, and getting another one while still on this high would be a little greedy I think =P
ugh stephen i fucking HATE YOU GO AWAY
Because that Oliver speaking russian fic was super hot, how about super possessive Bratva Captain!Oliver and his innocent wife Felicity who are married for purely convenience (she cant testify against him) but that doesn't stop them from doing anything (*cough cough* smut *cough) cause they have explosive chemistry. Oliver's super territorial because a lot of the guys in the Bratva have a thing for Felicity. Oliver is still CEO of QC.
It had been a moment of weakness, the instant in which Felicity Smoak uttered those two most fatal words.
Night after night she recounted that occasion, remembered seeing Oliver Queen standing across from her, his face grim, his jaw set. He’d said the words as well, and their fates had been bound together. It hadn’t been romantic. It had been a business transaction.
Felicity Smoak had, rather unfortunately, become privy to information regarding her boss Oliver’s connections to certain high-profile crimes. As his personal assistant at Queen Consolidated, she was primely positioned to learn everything about him.
But she’d needed protection from her past, and Oliver could give her that. Oliver Queen? He had needed to be sure Felicity would never speak out against him in a court of law. A deal was struck.
And so began her dark spiral into the underworld of the Russian mob. She lived under almost constant threat of death, and yet, strangely, she had never felt safer. It hadn’t taken long for Oliver’s associates to warm up to the new Queen. They revered her, adored her, and there was a list a mile long of those among them who would lay down their lives to protect her from harm. In a city where one cop in fifty was a good man, that knowledge allowed Felicity to sleep soundly at night.
It drove Oliver insane. The men thought it was jealousy. Felicity thought it was some ridiculous need to assert his control. Oliver tried not to think about it at all.
The marriage was a peculiar one. She hated Oliver Queen. He…didn’t say a damned thing about what he thought of her. But the overwhelming sentiment the moment they had both signed the marriage contract was essentially, “Damn it all, couldn’t we have thought of any other way?” They were married, and they would live despicably ever after.
She would always recall that first evening together with a shudder. Oh, that night! She recalled Oliver showing her to her room, her heart beating in her throat as she realized that the marriage wasn’t a legally binding one until….
“You don’t have to touch me!” the words had tumbled out of her mouth bluntly, before she could contain them or rearrange them more delicately.
Oliver’s tiny laugh had sent a chill through her blood, as he stepped closer to her, his eyes dark. “Don’t I?”
“I…no…” she whispered. “I agreed to this. I’ll say it was–was–” she stammered.
“Consummated?” Oliver had provided the word, and the air had rushed right out of her. He stepped still closer and she’d found herself backed against a wall (Oh, what a fitting metaphor for her life in that moment! Backed against a wall, indeed!). “What,” he asked quietly, his eyes flickering to her lips, “if I say I don’t trust you?”
…..YOU ARE EVIL AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT. (YOU KNOW I WANT ALL THE ROMANTIC COMEDY AUS RIGHT? I STILL NEED THAT WEDDING PLANNER AU ASAP. AND HITCH. (IDK WHAT I WANT MORE OLIVER WINGMANING SOMEONE OR OLIVER BEING WINGMANED). JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE.
LOL Well those other ones weren’t mine but I’d read them!