L o v e is all that I can give to you L o v e is more than just a game for two     Two in love can make it Take my heart and please don’t break it     L o v e was made for me and you

#big strong vigilante man who doesn’t even flinch when getting shot #says “ow” when he’s hit by his girlfriend slash fiancee #very dumb big strong vigilante man

“You’re probably thinking what happened is your fault”

Can i just hug him and not let go

Group hug!

I’m thinking that little vein in his temple shouldn’t be sexy and yet…it is. 

Those are tears in his eyes because she knows exactly what he is feeling.

4.07 | 4.11

‘4x11-post ep’-drabble

A/N: I know there’s still a lot of things we don’t know about the extent of Felicity’s paralysis but I felt like there could have been just a tiny bit more to that final scene. 

Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Felicity watched with a small smile on her face as Oliver took the smoking reminder of her past into the bathroom, his steps lighter than she’d seen them in weeks.

“I’m just going to put some water on this and let it sit. Your last name is Smoak after all.”

“Ohhh, Oliver 2.0 is back at it again.” she said with a groan, though a warmth filled her chest that she hadn’t let herself feel in much too long.

He walked back in, hands spread wide, “I told you I’ve changed.” he deadpanned with a shrug before he climbed onto the foot of the bed, moving towards her.

The look in his eyes changed, one that she recognized all too well.

“You’re absolutely sure you’re not on any medication right now?” His voice was lower, the timber almost resonating in the high ceiling space of their bedroom.

Felicity shifted against the pillows, pulse beginning to rise just a bit, “I haven’t had a pill in over ten hours…why?”

“I just wanted to make sure you were of sound mind for what I have planned.”

One hand slowly pulled the throw she’d had laying over legs off to drop next to the bed then placed his hand above her knee where he knew she could feel him.

“Oliver–”

“Felicity,” he countered immediately like she knew he would, “Your wounds have healed. You’re back at work. You wore the ponytail. And the heels.” With each statement his hand moved further up her thigh until he was cupping her hip.

“Well, yeah, but,” she began nervously, licking her lips, unable to keep her eyes from flicking to his because other than sweet, quick kisses nothing had gone any further since she’d been shot.

“You’ve been driving me crazy. All those physical therapy sessions we’ve been doing. All the touching. I’ve been very good.”

Her heart flipped in her chest as fresh tears clouded her vision. He still wanted her. In every way.

“We don’t know if–”

He cut her off with a bruising kiss, hand sneaking under her top to palm her breast making her moan and arch into him.

“You’re right, we don’t know.” he said, warm breath puffing across her lips as he stared down at her looking more earnest than she’d ever seen, “but I think it’s time we found out.”

Gah! This is a gorgeous little piece of fabulousness!

I love that you addressed this because with alll of her other insecurities, I'm sure this one is there too.

And we know Oliver still wants her, but this is a scene that I would love on the show too.

Thank you for writing it, my dear! Beautiful!

Fic rec!

Oliver should have had that picture and burned it too...especially since it seems to be the only one the police department keeps on record.