I was working on finishing the next chapter of TLT (spoiler alert: out tomorrow) when a few sentences of dialogue between Felicity and Lance popped into my head and the next thing I knew I was writing another one of those one sentence drabble prompts.
So…enjoy! Hope you like it and let me know what you think!
I just saw this text post that said *quietly opens a bag of chips at a funeral*
And I got really confused because I imagined this person opening a bag of frozen chips at a funeral and cooking them
But then I remembered
I just saw this and i got really confused because how can chips be frozen
But then i remembered
I can not count the number of times this trick has saved my ass.
And people say Tumblr doesn’t teach you life skills…
this will come in handy one day
ATTENTION GRADUATING CLASS OF 2013: COLLEGE SURVIVAL 101
Reblogging for future reference..
Hey everyone! I am still working on getting caught up with fic replies on AO3 and any that I’ve missed here on tumblr. But I wanted to get this posted because it’s been sitting on my harddrive for a few weeks since the episode aired and I’m sick and yeah…LOL.
So here it is. (Also, remember a lot HADN’T happened at that point…this was the Diggle-centric episode.)
Big thanks to anthfan for looking it over for me!
As always, I LOVE to hear what you guys think. Thanks for reading and commenting!
Link to AO3: HERE
The Weary Kind - Oliver/Felicity - PG-13 (2x16 post-episode one-shot)
Felicity knew he was there the moment she stepped out of her bathroom and into her bedroom, pilling her still damp hair on top of her head in a sloppy bun. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose and she purposely avoided looking in the direction of her window.
She wasn’t sure when she’d become so intune to Oliver that she knew when he was nearby, but over the past few months she’d realized her body reacted whenever he was close. A calmness settled over her, the feeling of being watched would normally cause her alarm but instead brought her peace. If she let herself dwell on it, the answers her brain would form could be treacherous for her heart - a heart that would no doubt back up her brains findings and then she would be in even more trouble. So instead, she refused to think too much about it, accepting it as something that was a part of her life since Oliver Queen walked into her office over a year ago.
Pulling down the edge of her tank top, she strode towards the window and flicked open the latch, tilting her head to the side and staring into the shadows, seeing the glint of green and the shift of movement from him.