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― Richard Siken requested by @seasonsofchange

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- Ijeoma Umebinyuo (insp.)

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#i love how felicity brags about her accomplishments #like yes girlie!!! #be cocky!!! #show them how intelligent you are #show them how hard you work!!!! #you go get that mathletics prize!!! #i also love how oliver’s like only 3??

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Where’s the bride? I don’t know. Donna said that she had a plan, but…

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Emily and Norah aka Mini Felicity at HVFF Atlanta

Video credit to the lovely @latinasmoak

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I think you can expect the warm fuzzies, the love that they have for each other. I think one of the most iconic things about Arrow is that organically, Felicity Smoak, a really smart, techy, nerdy, cute girl who was just there to help Oliver find out some information, all of a sudden became the love of his life. I think that was a surprise to the writers. I think it’s also kudos to Emily Bett Rickards, who took a small character and made it amazing. I think she’s just an amazing actress. Every day when I see her work and the stuff that she creates with this character, she just makes it look so effortless — just the small quirks and the love that she displays for Oliver. I think what we can anticipate is [the culmination] of that relationship and seeing how much they care about each other. So, I think ultimately, that’s the important thing there, in terms of the writers showing the amazing and organic chemistry that Felicity and Oliver have and how well it works. I think she’s an amazing character to the universe because she’s just as important as Oliver to the team, the city.

Rick Gonzalez -  What can we expect from Oliver and Felicity’s wedding in the episode?

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Lord Mesa: ““Away we go…” @candicekp @grantgust @EmilyBett @StephenAmell @CW_Arrow @ARROWwriters @ArrowProdOffice @CW_TheFlash @FLASHtvwriters Absolutely 💗 this year’s #CWCrossover event!! I can’t begin 2 imagine how they’ll top it next year! #lordmesaart”

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Oliver picturing marrying Felicity v. IT FINALLY HAPPENING

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Olicity Honeymoon ficlet

“You need more sunscreen.”

She shrugged, turning to look at her shoulder from where she laid on her stomach. She was getting a little red. “Do you mind?” she asked, picking up the bottle and already knowing the answer. He sat up, taking it from her hands and squeezing some of it into his palm.

Felicity pulled her hair over her shoulder and put her head down, closing her eyes and enjoying the slow and gentle way he worked his fingers over her back, neck and arms. She knew he wasn’t even trying to turn her on, just being an overly protective husband as he made sure that every inch of her skin was covered. But then he moved on to her legs, giving her backside a tender squeeze as he slid his fingers over her skin.

She giggled, moving her arm so she could look up at him. Oliver smiled back, leaning over to kiss her nose before he dropped back down onto the blanket beside her. She watched him for a moment, sprawled out on his back, angling his face up at the sun and closing his eyes. 

“It’s not fair that you can get so tan, and I have to put on six layers of sunblock and I still come home looking like a lobster.” 

His mouth twitched with a smile, “yeah, aloe is not nearly as sexy to put you when every time I touch you, you say ‘ow.’”

She rolled her eyes, “you’d think the burns would turn into a tan. But nope. Just back to pasty… and then it starts all over again with the next one.”

He raised his eyebrows, keeping his eyes closed as he spoke, “I told you we could try somewhere cold.”

She scrunched her nose, “Freezing to death in a blizzard doesn’t sound very fun or romantic to me.”

“I was thinking more like a cozy resort on a mountain in Norway. I could teach you how to ski during the day and then we could curl up in front of fire at night.”

Felicity hit his arm, “well why didn’t you say that before!?”

He huffed, “because I said ‘Felicity, I think we should take a honeymoon,’ and you said ‘Boo yeah! I’m packing my bags, see ya in Bermuda, baby!’” 

Felicity laid back down on the blanket, folding her arms to use as a pillow and looking at Oliver’s profile. Being in the sunlight in all of his muscled, beautiful glory looked so good on him. 

He seemed completely at peace, teasing her lightheartedly, happy. And he was right about marriage, it felt so good to know that he was her husband. It was better. Oliver freaking Queen was her husband. She was his wife. The words just made her feel giddy, like a kid on Christmas every time she thought about it. Married. Oliver. Husband. Wife. 

If someone would have told her six years ago that she was going to marry him, she would have laughed in their face. But now she couldn’t imagine it any other way. And they’d only officially been married for two weeks. How could she already have forgotten what it felt like, before she woke up every day smiling because she was his wife? Now she woke up each morning with him by her side and a weight on her finger as reminders of how the rest of their lives were going to be. Together.

“Oliver, you wanna get married?”

Oliver opened his eyes, squinting as he turned his head to look at her. He glanced around for a moment, his lips pursing, “we did that.”

Felicity shrugged, filling her hands with the white sand of their Bermuda beach and watching it fall through her fingers. She glanced over at him, enjoying the confused look on his face, as if he was wondering if she’d forgotten it happened. “What if we did it again?”

A slow smile spread across his face, and he shook his head at her, turning his face back towards the sun and closing his eyes. Smug. “I barely got you to marry me the first time, now you want to do it every two weeks?”

Felicity laughed, sliding across the blanket so she could rest her chest over his. He stared up at her, his hand instinctively reaching behind her back to run his fingers from the knot of her bikini top to the waistband of her bottoms. “Yeah, maybe I do. Is that a problem, Queen?”

Oliver smiled up at her, “No, but I think people would stop showing up. You can only watch the same two people get married so many times before it gets boring, Queen.”

Felicity nodded, tracing his chest with a sandy finger. “How about just me and you then?”

“You’re serious?”

“I am.”

Oliver bit his lip. “Your mom will kill you. She planned that whole reception for the night after we get back. I think her denial of jet-lag is her way of getting revenge on us for not having her there the first time. I don’t want to have to hold her back if she tries to kill you for marrying me again without letting her be there to see it.”

Felicity huffed, playfully nudging him. “Do you wanna re-marry me tonight on a beach in Bermuda or not?”

“Yes.” He nodded, smiling up at her and pulling her tighter against his chest. “Yeah. I’ll marry you as many times as you want, honey.”

“Good,” she smiled, leaning down to press her lips against his. He tasted salty from when she’d dragged him into the ocean earlier, insisting that he enjoy her in all of her bikini glory before they had to go back to the cold Star City. He tasted like pure bliss.

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Me while watching every episode of the crossovers:

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Arrow 6.04 || Supergirl 3.08

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The evolution of Steve Harrington

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Traditions

Thank you @artreider for another great prompt. 

how about Queen family decorates for holidays thus learning a bit about each other’s traditions.

I’m gonna preface this with saying I don’t know much about Hanukkah. But I did try to look up as much information as I could before attempting to write this.

“William, can you hand me that strand of lights?” Oliver was on a ladder, trying to get the decorations hung. 

His son trudged over to him, not lifting his head from his book, and handed the lights up to him. 

“You know decorating would go a lot fast if you helped me out a little.” He was still finding the balance of discipline with William. He never knew if he should push too much, or let him be. 

William set his book down, but he didn’t stand from the couch. “I thought we were waiting for Felicity and Aunt Thea?”

“Well we’re waiting for Thea before we do the tree and Felicity to get out the candles and the menorah. I should get started on the latkes though.”

“The what?”

“They are a potato pancake. One of Felicity’s favorites during Hanukkah.”

William nodded, picking up his book again. “Right, because Felicity’s Jewish.”

“Yes she is.” 

He could sense something was up with his son, and as much as he wanted to get the bulk of decorating done before the girls got back, William needed him more. 

“What’s going on, buddy?” He took a seat next to him on the couch. “You don’t seem very into the idea of decorating.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“William I don’t want to push, but you don’t seem fine. You know you can talk to me.”

He dropped his book again, and met his dad’s eye. “This was my mom’s favorite time of year.”

He should have guessed it. By the way William had skated around the topic of Christmas, how he didn’t seem to want to make a list, he was avoiding the holiday. And Oliver couldn’t really fault him for it either.

“The first round of stuff without them is hard,” he said pulling his son in for a hug. “But I promise you the pain gets easier. It just takes time.”

“I miss her.”

“I know you do buddy. I miss her too. I mean I see you and all the things your good at, school and your kindness, I can’t help but see your mom in you.”

“She was really good at math. Not as good as Felicity though.”

“Not many people beat Felicity in that department,” Oliver mused. “But I think I remember Samantha loving books. Every time I saw her she had one in front of her.” he nudged William’s book with his hand. “Like someone else I know.”

“We read every day of December together. Even long after I knew how to read by myself,” William shrugged. “It was like our tradition.” 

Oliver picked up the book, looking over the cover. It was a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. He couldn’t help but grin. “Tell you what, when you aunt and Felicity get here why don’t we hold off on the decorating and we all take turns reading a little?”

“Together?”

“Yeah,” Oliver said as he stood. “We’re a family William. And family means taking all of our traditions and enjoying them together as a family. What do you say?”

“That sounds great, Dad.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now why don’t you come help me in the kitchen. Felicity will definitely want those latkes when she gets back from shopping.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yes I am.”

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I thought you had a thing for stronger women.