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It’s based on one of my AU fics, so the story will be familiar to some of you (although I’ve added about 25k-30k new words to it). Remember awhile back, when I warned that I might have to take down some of my fics? Well, this is why. I’m going to put the book in Kindle Select initially, which requires it be exclusive to Amazon. It won’t be that way forever, though. Eventually, I’d like to release it wide, and when I do, I plan to make the fic available again. I won’t take it down for another few months yet, so there’s still time to snag it from AO3, if you’re so inclined.
Even more exciting, this book is just the first in a series of standalone romances I’m writing about geeky women who work in STEM fields. I’m most of the way through the first draft of book two, and the plan is to release three books in the span of three months, hopefully starting in August. (If you’ve been wondering why I haven’t posted any fic in a while, this is why, lol.)
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As requested, here is a sequel to last week’s prompt fic featuring Felicity’s days of the week underwear. This was supposed to be short and sweet, but it kinda got away from me, oops! There’s a teensy bit of almost-but-not-really angst at the beginning (because why let them have regular reunion sex when I can make them try to have reunion sex around Oliver’s injuries?) and a little hurt/comfort, but it’s mostly just fun, fluffy sexytimes. [Rating: Explicit]
Felicity squirms in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs for what has to be the millionth time in the last hour.
She really does not like going commando. Not when she’s supposed to be working, anyway. It just feels … wrong. And distracting. Very, very distracting.
Damn Oliver and his underwear thievery. He needs to get back here, pronto, so she can get them back from him. And also for other reasons that are best not thought about while she is trying to work and also not wearing underwear.
This is wonderful- heartfelt and fluffy and smutty. Thank you!
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader @the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to @machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete at twelve chapters, and a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Read the latest chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning.
In case it brightens anyone’s day, I have written almost 5000 words of fluffy Olicity porn in the last two days. Will probably post on Friday. ;)
Brightening the hell outta my day. XD
Oliver/Felicity #22
22. “Can you hear that?”
Hey, look, I wrote something smutty! And it’s not angsty! Been a while since that happened.
“You know,” Felicity says as Oliverhikes her up higher on his hips. “If I’d known this was how todaywas going to go, I’d have worn better underwear.”
Well, shit, he thinks. He wasplanning to kiss her up against this wall for a while longerbefore venturing under her skirt, but now he’s not going to be ableto wait to find out what she’s hiding under there.
Spinning around fast enough to make hersqueal, Oliver carries her over to the conference table and plops herdown with a thump. Felicity throws her head back, laughing, and thesound of it loosens something deep in his chest. It’s been far toolong since he’s heard her laugh like that—unreserved andspontaneous and carefree. It’s been too long since he’s been ableto make her laugh like that.
She helpfully lifts her hips for him ashe pushes her skirt up around her waist. When he gets to the promisedland he grins, pausing to appreciate the sight. “I love your daysof the week underwear,” he says, running his fingers over the wordWednesday splashed across her pubic bone. “You have no ideahow much I’ve missed them.”
She huffs in feigned indignation, herpink lips forming a pout. “You’ve missed my underwear? Really?That’s what you’ve missed?”
He locks eyes with her, one handtrailing up the inside of her thigh, and the other tracing the edgeof her underwear. “I never said that’s all I’ve missed.”
He’s missed everything. Everyinch of her, every second of every day. He’s missed her so muchthere were times he felt like he would suffocate from it. And now, bythe grace of some miracle he’s afraid to examine too closely, she’sinviting him to touch her again, and he’s like a kid in a candystore, awed by the abundance of riches.
Oliver slides his hand under theelastic band and fuck, she’s so wet already, like she’sbeen aching for him as much as he’s been aching for her. Felicityshudders and tips her head back even farther, exposing her throat tohim as she grinds against his hand.
“Oh my god,” she sighs as he slipsa finger inside her. “I’ve missed this.”
“This?” he says, adding a secondfinger. “Or this?” he asks as he drags his thumb across her clit.
She answers with an incoherent moan,and he lunges forward to bury his face in her neck. Her pulseflutters beneath his lips as he sucks hungrily at the delicate skin,not caring if he leaves a mark.
Her hands find his face, tilting hishead up to hers. “I missed you,” she says, cheeks flushed,gazing at him with eyes that are dark with desire. It’s almost toomuch to bear, how much he loves her, how he never stood a chancewithout her.
“Felicity—” he starts, blinkinghard, but she cuts him off with a kiss.
“Oliver,” she mumbles into hismouth, arching against him. “I’m going to need you to fuck menow. Like, right—” Her hands find their way to his belt buckle,tugging him closer. “—now.”
He has no idea what he did to deserveher, but he doesn’t need to be asked twice. His hands curl aroundher hips, yanking her to the edge of the table as she raises her legsfor him, and he slides her underwear off, dropping them to the floorat his feet.
She has his belt undone by then, andshe’s fumbling with the button of his pants, but it’s taking toolong, so he helps her out. As soon as he’s got the zipper down sheslips her hand into his underwear. The edges of his vision white outas she wraps her fingers around him, and he hears himself stutter hername.
He never thought he’d have thisagain, and he reaches up to touch her face, his fingertips caressingher cheekbone reverently as he brushes away a loose tendril of hair.
Felicity freezes suddenly, every musclein her body tensing—including the hand wrapped around his dick. “Can you hear that?”
“What?” he says, but then he hearsit, too. The sound of the elevator grinding into motion.
“Crap,it’s the team!” She pushes him off of her and hops down from the table.
“What are they doing here?” Olivermutters, frantically fastening his pants.
She smooths down her skirt and thenreaches up to fix her disheveled ponytail. “We told them tomeet us here, remember?”
No, he doesn’t remember. How can hebe expected to remember something like that when Felicity’s handwas in his pants only moments ago?
“This is precisely why I didn’twant a team,” he grumbles, trying futilely to adjust his erectionso it’s less painful—and less noticeable.
“Not it’s not.” She grabs hisface and wipes the lipstick off his mouth. “You didn’t want ateam because you don’t like change.”
“I’m firing them,” he says,wincing as she scrubs at his face. “Ow.”
She rolls her eyes. “No, you’renot.”
The elevator dings, and they jumpapart. Just as the doors start to slide open, Oliver spots Felicity’s“Wednesday” underwear lying on the floor. Lightning quick, hescoops them up and shoves them deep in his pocket.
“Hi!” Felicity says cheerfully,stepping forward to greet the newbies as they emerge from theelevator.
“You’re all fired,” Oliver announces. “You can go home.”
“What the hell?” Rene says, stopping short.
Felicity turns around and punchesOliver in the arm. “He’s just kidding,” she says with a false,bright laugh. “You know what a kidder Oliver is.”
Curtis furrows his brow in bemusement.“Um …”
“I’m not kidding,” Oliverinsists.
“Yes,” Felicity says, glaringdaggers at him, “he is.”
“If y’all are busy, we could go,”Curtis offers helpfully, cementing his place as Oliver’s favoriteof the new recruits.
“We’re not busy,” Felicity says.“I mean, we’re not busy,” she clarifies, gesturingbetween her and Oliver. “We’re all busy, because we haveto do that thing tonight. All of us. Together.”
“What thing?” Oliver says, frowningat her. Whatever it is, he’s definitely canceling it.
“You know, that thing? With theshipment? The thing that’s time-sensitive and can’t be put off.”
Right. Fuck. One of theirsources tipped them off that Church is planning to hijack a shipmentof federal military equipment earmarked for the SCPD that’s comingin tonight. It’s actually kind of important.
“Fine,” he sighs. “Everyone suitup.”
“So we’re not fired?” Rory asksuncertainly.
“Of course you’re not fired,”Felicity assures him.
“Yet,” Oliver adds under hisbreath.
“You sure?” Evelyn asks, lifting aneyebrow. “Maybe you wanna argue about it for a while longer?”
“We’re sure,” Felicity says andshoos them toward their gear. “Now go. Suit up. We have work todo.”
They go, muttering amongst themselvesand casting wary looks behind them.
Oliver starts to trudge after them, butFelicity grabs him by the arm. “Not you.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets,lifting an eyebrow as he turns back to her.
She holds her hand out. “I believeyou have something that belongs to me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talkingabout,” he tells her, poker-faced.
“My underwear,” she hisses. “Giveit back.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m keeping it as a downpayment.Until we finish conducting the very important business we startedearlier.”
Her eyes widen. “You wouldn’tdare!”
“Sorry, gotta go,” he says, winkingat her as he backs away. “I have to do that thing, remember?”
“Oliver!” she calls after him. “I’mgoing to get you back for this!”
God, he hopes so.
Aaaaahhhhhh, I love this so much!!!
@machawicket replied to your post
Occam's razor: the arrow writers are often bad at writing? ;)
LOL. Yep.
@peacefulboo replied to your post
I'm with @machawicket on this. They're just shitty at writing full stories.
Yes. Which is unfortunate, because now I have to find a way to fix it. -_-
@hannasus replied to your post
Yup. So many loose threads left hanging every episode you could weave them into a rug.
Hahahaha!
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Thea was there and considering that they don't really stop to pick up their arrows, the baddies probably assumed the vigilantes busted in to save the mayor.
Yep, and I do agree with that. My problem with it is the fact that the Arrow and Oliver can’t appear side by side (given that Dig’s TDY), and Oliver is the least subtle secret vigilante ever (“I happen to know he’s tied up right now” - really, Oliver? REALLY?), it’s not that hard to figure out. Especially considering that Oliver disappears, the Green Arrow appears and then disappears, and then, conveniently, Oliver reappears.
I mean, I think they kind of hand-waved it in inventing a reason for Oliver to be separated from the others, but that doesn’t really hold up as an alibi when you take into account that he killed the guy who was supposed to be in charge of him, and I assume Church would try to stay in communication with the guy holding THE ACTUAL MAYOR, his most valuable hostage.
Are they blaming that on Speedy? A bunch of people saw her there, and I assume saw the Mayor take a bunch of guys out (in which case...that’s a whole lotta dead bodies to explain away as Speedy’s, who...wasn’t shooting a gun?). So I guess you could say that Speedy broke Oliver out...but noone would know that but the bad guys (unless they killed them all, again...whole lotta bodies) and Thea, who wouldn’t know that unless she was Speedy, so she wouldn’t be able to say anything?
And THEN, even if we assume that Church is kind of a shitty bad guy and didn’t know Oliver escaped (which I would assume he doesn’t, since he didn’t react to Speedy showing up?), Oliver STILL doesn’t show up with the other hostages, and the building explodes, and Oliver is nowhere to be seen (because he is off doing something stupid like hanging of a helicopter and then parachuting down with a trick arrow).
So...do they think he’s dead? (somewhere, someone in City Hall is solemnly playing ‘Another One Bites the Dust’ in memorial.) When does Oliver actually tell everyone he’s not dead? At the press conference? (And, you know, don’t even get me started on SHEER STUPIDITY of taking the few honest cops you have and putting them on TV for all the bad cops/bad guys to identify - hey, see these guys? HERE ARE THEIR FACES AND FULL NAMES WHY DON’T YOU COME KILL THEM NOW - and then giving them NO PROTECTION WHATSOEVER.)
ANYWAY.
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader @the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to @machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete at twelve chapters, and a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Read the latest chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning.
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader @the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to @machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete at twelve chapters, and a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Read the latest chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning.
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader@the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to@machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete (aside from some final editing), and a new chapter will go up every Thursday.
Read the latest chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning.
But contrary to the appearances Felicity works hard to maintain when she’s at work, she is not made of stone. She’s a flesh and blood woman possessed of a heart and feelings and stuff, and when a former People Magazine “Sexiest Man Alive” smiles at you while saying you look great, you have to be dead not to feel something.
Oh man, I love this fic like cake. Go read it!
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader @the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to @machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete (aside from some final editing), and a new chapter will go up every Thursday.
Read the latest chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning.
an Arrow Movie Star AU by hannasus for @olicityficbang
SUMMARY: Felicity Smoak’s only reservation about taking a job as script supervisor on John Diggle’s latest film is the lead actor: Oliver Queen. He’s a former teen heartthrob with a reputation for bad behavior and a messy drug habit that ended up tanking his once-promising career. Now, five years after he disappeared off the Hollywood radar, Queen’s looking to make a comeback. But has he really cleaned up his act, or will his attitude problem make Felicity’s life a living hell for the nine-week shoot in New Orleans?
NOTES: Many thanks to my Olicity Fic Bang artist @hackergoddessfelicity, cheerleader @the-silverforked-sky, and beta @iamangstville! And extra special hugs to @machawicket, for holding my hand and talking me off the ledge more than a few times while I was writing this. This fic is complete (aside from some minor edits), and a new chapter will go up every Thursday.
“That’s lunch!” the first assistant director calls out, and Felicity hops down from her chair in front of the monitors and heads outside. It’s a beautiful, cloudless day in Los Angeles (just like almost every other Los Angeles day), and after hours cooped up inside a cavernous soundstage, the sudden plunge into the Southern California sunlight is wince-inducing. She slips her phone out of her pocket and ducks into the shadow of a nearby trailer to squint at the screen while her eyes adjust to the light.
She has three missed calls. Two from her mom—ignore—and one from John Diggle. Interesting.
Diggle’s a director Felicity’s worked for a few times before, and if he’s calling her, there’s a good chance it’s because he has a job for her. Since he’s someone she actually likes working with, and since she still hasn’t lined up her next script supervising job after this one wraps, she hits the callback button right away.
“Hey,” she says when Diggle answers. “You rang?”
“I did,” he replies genially. “How’s it going? You working right now?”
“For another few weeks, and then we’ll be wrapped, thank God.”
She cannot wait for this shoot to be over. The deadly combination of an inexperienced director and an unprofessional lead actress has turned this job into an ongoing nightmare. The endless production delays and budget overruns have the studio putting on the pressure, which means everyone’s stress levels are through the roof, tempers are running high, and the mood on set has degenerated from tense to downright despondent.
Diggle chuckles. “Not loving this gig, huh?”
“Don’t even get me started, because then I’ll never shut up. How’s the new baby?” The last time Felicity worked with Diggle, his wife, Lyla, was pregnant. She tries to remember from the birth announcement if they had a boy or a girl, but comes up blank. Too many people she works with have been having babies for her to possibly keep them all straight.
“Not so new anymore,” Diggle says. “She’s walking already.” She, then, good to know.
“My God, how did she grow up so fast?” Felicity asks, struggling to remember her name. Susan? Sophie? Shoot.
“Don’t ask me. Lyla keeps threatening to put a brick on her head to keep her from growing.”
“I don’t think that works.”
“You try telling that to Lyla.”
The tell-tale scuff of Uggs on pavement alerts Felicity to the approach of the lead actress she can’t stand. She glances up and attempts a smile as Miss Bad Attitude 2016 walks past on the way to her trailer. It’s a weak attempt, and all she gets in return she gets an eyeful of bitchface. Whatever. The end of this ordeal cannot come too soon.
“So, listen,” Diggle says, “I’m about to start a new project and I might have a job for you. You got anything lined up next?”
“Not yet,” Felicity says.
“How do you feel about New Orleans?”
She makes a face. “I feel like it’s hot and muggy there.”
“Not in the spring,” Diggle assures her. “Weather’s great in the spring. Best time to shoot down there.”
“What’s the project?” Felicity asks.
“Neo-noir thriller. Script’s by a kid named Cisco Ramon, supposed to be the next Shane Black. We’re looking at nine weeks of principal photography, starting in March.”
“Who’s in it?”
“Oliver Queen.”
Felicity snorts. “I thought he was dead.”
Read the rest at AO3.
things you said too quietly, olicity? loved twiwstb--thanks so much!!
Thank you, anon! You’re very kind!
This is a missing scene for 4x20–Oliver and Felicity on the plane to Hub City. I’m afraid it may have spiraled a little out of control, but I promise I get to the actual prompt by the end. Apparently I had some breakup feelings I needed to work through. :)
Felicity jumped when Oliver’s hand touched her shoulder, herheart pounding double-time in her chest.
“Hey,” he said gently. “You okay?”
She forced a smile and nodded as he slid into the seat across fromher on the Palmer Tech jet. “Yup, great.”
“I know you don’t like flying,” he said, his brows drawingtogether.
She shrugged and turned her face to the window beside her,pretending to fiddle with the window shade. “It’s not so bad in afancy corporate jet.”
“Still,” Oliver said.
Felicity didn’t say anything. Let him think she was anxiousbecause she didn’t like flying, and not because she was afraidshe’d made a huge mistake by coming on this trip to Hub City withhim.
She’d foolishly thought it’d be okay. That they’d made itpast the most difficult part of the breakup and were at the pointwhere they could finally be around each other without it beingawkward and terrible. That they could go to Hub City and worktogether like they used to before they were a couple and it would beperfectly fine. Just like old times.
Only she’d sort of forgotten what the old times were actuallylike. How on edge she always used to be around Oliver, howhyper-aware she was of everything he did. How much energy it took topretend that being around him didn’t affect her. That she wasn’taching for him with every fiber of her being. That he hadn’tcracked her heart in two and stomped on the pieces.
So yeah, this whole trip to Hub City was turning out to be a lotharder than she’d expected. Not least of all because there was noone else with them to act as a buffer, which she probably should havethought about before insisting on coming with him.
This wasn’t like working together in the lair with the rest ofthe team, which she’d been managing just fine the last few days.When she was busy working and there were other people around it waseasy to put her feelings on hold. But this was just the two of them,alone on a plane together with nothing else to do. Trapped in anarrow metal tube hurtling through the sky at 600 miles per hour,40,000 feet above the ground.
Great, now she was actually making herself anxious aboutthe flight, which was not helping matters any.
The FBI and Star City Police are investigating the disappearance of Queen Inc. CEO Felicity Smoak, who was last seen on the night before her wedding. Smoak, 28, disappeared mysteriously from her penthouse apartment in midtown, sometime after midnight Friday.
Smoak planned to get married on Saturday to former playboy Oliver Queen, who launched a failed bid for the mayor’s office last year. According to SCPD spokeswoman Sameena Patel, Queen has been cooperating with investigators. “There’s not a worry about” his possible involvement in her disappearance, Patel said.
Queen is offering a $100,000 reward for information leading to the whereabouts of Smoak. Anyone with information is urged to call the FBI hotline for the investigation at 1-877-555-1950.
(Excerpted from The Star City Sentinel, June 13, 2017)
Title: The Way It Was Supposed to Be Author: hannasus Chapter: 8/12 Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Thea Queen, Lyla Michaels, Donna Smoak, Curtis Holt, Sara Diggle, Noah Kuttler Pairing: Oliver/Felicity Author’s Note: Huge props to @machawicket for betaing and cheerleading, and for asking me to me to write something plotty for Arrow. :)
Read below or on AO3.
The next day Oliver drove Felicity to Star City General. He’d called her old neurologist first thing that morning, and as soon as Oliver had explained the situation he’d made room in his schedule for a full workup the same day.
When Felicity had been recovering from her spinal injury Oliver had always gone into the exam room with her and held her hand. But now he sat out in the waiting room, staring at a six-month-old issue of Sports Illustrated while the doctor performed his tests.
In addition to a complete medical workup, they were doing a series of neuropsychologic tests, as well as an MRI and a CT scan to check for physical abnormalities. It was three hours before a nurse came and asked Oliver to follow her back to the neurologist’s office.
Felicity was sitting in one of the two chairs across from the doctor’s desk. Dr. McGovern stood up to greet Oliver. He was a soft-voiced grandfatherly man, with downy silver hair and a calmly reassuring manner.
Oliver shook his hand and then took the empty chair next to Felicity. She was twisting her hands in her lap and had only looked up at him briefly when he came in.
“Is everything okay?” Oliver asked anxiously.
The FBI and Star City Police are investigating the disappearance of Queen Inc. CEO Felicity Smoak, who was last seen on the night before her wedding. Smoak, 28, disappeared mysteriously from her penthouse apartment in midtown, sometime after midnight Friday.
Smoak planned to get married on Saturday to former playboy Oliver Queen, who launched a failed bid for the mayor’s office last year. According to SCPD spokeswoman Sameena Patel, Queen has been cooperating with investigators. “There’s not a worry about” his possible involvement in her disappearance, Patel said.
Queen is offering a $100,000 reward for information leading to the whereabouts of Smoak. Anyone with information is urged to call the FBI hotline for the investigation at 1-877-555-1950.
(Excerpted from The Star City Sentinel, June 13, 2017)
Title: The Way It Was Supposed to Be Author: hannasus Chapter: 1/? Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, John Diggle, Thea Queen, Lyla Michaels Pairing: Oliver/Felicity Author’s Note: Tremendous thanks to @machawicket for betaing and cheerleading, and for asking me to me to write something plotty for Arrow in the first place. :)
Read below or on AO3.
Felicity was naked. Oliver was too, but that was beside the point.
All that Oliver cared about at this particular moment was that Felicity was in his arms, naked. Her head resting on his chest and her body curled around his. In their bed. In their home.
He’d be perfectly happy to stay here like this—just exactly like this—forever.
But it was getting late. He needed to leave soon.
Many of you are new here, and I welcome you. Welcome to the craziness that is an Olicity shipper. Aren’t they just adorable?
Back on point.
Lately, my dash has been a lot of, to use Felicity’s words, nerd rage. A lot of ranting posts with ire and incense towards writing choices. Many different people all coming to the same conclusion.
Negativity.
Back during season 3, the season to end all the rest, tumblr was my safe haven. I could get on tumblr and blog for hours, being uplifted by others in the fandom. Oliver once again chose to not be with Felicity? I had fics full of fix its and inspiring posts.
There were debates defending both Oliver and Felicity and how they both were right. There was a lot of hate towards Raid Farmer. But all in all, there was a comradery, a support system for everyone of us.
Where has that gone?
instead, I now tend to avoid tumblr after an episode, because once I do, I’ll be dragged down into all the mistakes everyone else saw. Where I saw only sibling bonding time, other found flaws in the very wording of a character, or not enough emotional response from a line of dialogue.
While I believe critquing is all well and good, a constant stream of negativity isn’t. I’m afraid to post something that is contrary to popular thought because it will just be torn down or ignore. And I hate shouting into the blackness and having no one hear.
Arrow is my happy place. It is the one thing that can help pull me out of a depression slump. But all this constant down putting of imperfect writers just makes me think of what you think of my work. Are you this harsh when judging my writing? And others?
Basically, all I’m saying is can we start being nice? Nicer to others, nicer to writers who struggle to give us what we want, nicer in our judgements. We’re all human and we should support each other, not spiral down into negativity.
Just a thought.
I totally feel where you’re coming from and I sympathize. Really, I do. When you just want to love something it’s hard not to be affected by a constant barrage of negativity.
But here’s my thing … pop culture criticism is a big part of why I’m in fandom to begin with. Yes, I absolutely love to squee as much as the next person. But analyzing dialogue, going meta over characterization, and dissecting plot are part of the fun for me, and how I engage with both the show and my fellow fans. And that means calling out bullshit when I see bullshit.
The same way you want to revel in the happy feelings with your fellow fans, I want to commiserate over the crappy stuff. When I’m feeling disappointed in the story, it’s cathartic to vent and know that I’m not alone in the way I’m feeling.
I do try to keep a balance between the positive and the negative, because if I reach a point where everything I have to say is negative it’s probably time to quit watching. And I work pretty hard to keep my negative emotions directed at the show itself and not at my fellow fans (or even the characters, because they don’t have free will, they’re merely a construct of the writers and actors).
When I disagree with someone’s opinions, I try to do so civilly, and with an understanding that there’s plenty of room for different interpretations and reactions. They’re opinions, not facts, and just because I disliked something doesn’t mean everyone else has to. And when someone comments about how much they adored something I usually leave it alone rather than jump in to argue, because I know how much it sucks when people pee on your happiness.
I’m not going to stop being critical of the show, though. I’ve been complaining about Arrow’s propensity to throw characterization out the window in order to prop up poorly-executed plots from day one and I’m not going to quit until they do.
But it’s important to understand that the standards I hold the show to have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with how I approach fanworks and fan creators.
Criticizing experienced, highly-paid professionals who have been hired by a studio’s even higher-paid bosses to create profitable commercial media for a mass audience is a whole other ball of wax from criticizing fanworks created out of love by amateurs (and I use the word strictly in the not-being-paid sense, not as a judgment on quality—most Olympic athletes are amateurs and they’re highly-skilled elites) and offered up as a gift to our community.
If I buy a sweater at a store and the seams start to unravel I’m going to be pissed off and complain about it. But if my friend knits me a sweater by hand and gives it to me as a gift? I’m going to love it and cherish it and think it’s the best thing ever even if it falls completely apart in my hands.
But like I said, I get why you’re unhappy. I’ve been there. Sometimes you just want to love something unconditionally without having to have all its flaws pointed out to you. The thing is, though, you can’t expect the rest of fandom to always feel the way you feel or be to quiet about it when they don’t.
The only solution is to curate your online experience carefully. Be strong-willed about scrolling past text posts and meta when they’re not telling you what you want to hear. Ruthlessly mute/blacklist/unfollow anyone who’s bringing you down. It’s okay, even if they’re your friends or they’re a fic writer you like or they’re a mutual whose feelings you don’t want to hurt.
Put yourself first. The only one who can make your fandom experience what you want it to be is you.
aaaaand her we go.
I will say this- I’m happy that Felicity doesn’t have to find out in a room full of people.
No, she only has to find out in front of the man who PUT HER IN A WHEELCHAIR.
