Robbie Amell needs to stop dying heroically on my screen!
is it just me or does Felicity get hotter as the seasons pass?
cgarbera92 said: Olicity prompt: Who knew her damn peanut allergy would be the catalyst for Oliver finally coming to his senses.
They may have been standing on opposite sides of the room, but Oliver knew the exact moment something went wrong with Felicity. It was just one of the instances his gaze seemed to shift towards her - one among the many.
He saw her hand fly to the base of her throat and the way she hunched over slightly. He could tell she was taking a deep breath by the movement of her torso. He could also tell she was failing when he saw her hand come and clutch at her chest.
Oliver didn’t even bother to make any excuses to the council man he’d been talking to for the past fifteen minutes.
The moment his brain registered what was going on with Felicity he was moving, crossing the hall as quickly as he could without raising a panic.
By the time he reached Felicity, her face was getting a dangerous shade of red and he could detect some swelling.
Oliver didn’t know where he drew the inner will to stay focused from, but miraculously he did. Even when Felicity’s companions were in the midst of a panic attack.
"Felicity," he called out to her, cupping her face with his hands. "Felicity, look at me,"
"Ol- Oli-" Felicity managed to gasp between ragged intakes of breath.
Her hand continued to scratch on her throat.
"Where’s your epi pen?"
"Don’ave’it" Felicity’s voice was barely above a whisper at this point.
Her throat was closing in and the air supply was on the verge of running out.
He was never more grateful for his paranoic / prepare-for-the-worst tendencies than he was at that moment.
He reached for the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out an epi pen. He’d made a habit at carrying one around at events like these. He knew Felicity was very careful with her food and he made sure to drill it into the organizers’ minds that she was allergic to peanuts, but accidents happen.
Accidents like this one.
"Look at me. Don’t look down." he instructed Felicity as he thrust the needle into her.
Oliver saw Felicity wince as it pierced her skin and that prompted him to hold her tighter.
He was not going to lose her.
Not over food allergy.
Forty-five minutes later, when Felicity was driven to the hospital - much to her protests of which he would pretend to have heard nothing - Oliver was sitting in the car as his driver sped towards Starling General.
He always thought that Felicity was in danger because of him. The Arrow. Oliver Queen.
He thought that by staying away he was keeping her safe from the enemies of his dual identity.
In fact he was so focused on keeping her safe from drug lords, maniacs and serial killers that he completely forgot that these are not the only things that may harm her.
He completely forgot about the everyday stuff. The trivial stuff.
That served as an eye opener. Because the truth was that the reasoning he used with her, the whole “I can’t be Oliver Queen and the Arrow… not now” was bogus. At least when it came to that last part.
He was done waiting for the right time. Mostly because tonight helped him realize there might never come a right time. If it’s not a crazy villain going after her then it could very well be a slippery shower gone wrong.
He might still have trouble managing his identities, but he knew this: Oliver Queen and The Arrow both began with Felicity Smoak.
As long as she was with him - he could take on the entire universe and come out the victor.
He walked into the hospital’s waiting room with a whole new purpose. Because he now knew the truth - life without Felicity was not an option.
All that’s left is to convince her of it.
cgarbera92 I loved writing this! Thanks for the prompt. You always have such awesome prompts. Hope you liked this.
me everytime a character in a movie has to get a few drops of their blood for some ritual bullshit (via jtoday)
WHILE WE’RE AT IT, why do people try to cross those skinny bridges over lava/chasms/whatever by walking upright. IT’S CALLED CENTER OF GRAVITY. get on your hands and knees and crawl across that thing. HUG IT. SCOOT YOUR BUTT ACROSS. “but i look stupid!” lalalala but we’ll avoid that ~dramatic moment~ where you almost fall over and die because your damn fucking self wanted to look COOL
and stop yanking IV lines out of your arms the minute you wake up in the hospital
That is a broadsword, why are you fencing with it
There is a freaking door right there. Stop smashing through windows, damn it.
yes, mr. action hero, I am aware that running dramatically from the baddies at breakneck speed is important, but know what else is important? NOT GETTING SHOT. RUN IN A FUCKING ZIGZAG PATTERN ON THE OFF CHANCE THAT THE MOOKS WERE NOT COACHED IN MARKSMANSHIP BY THE IMPERIAL STORMTROOPERS.
Oh, hey, you there, sneaky hero-type breaking into any place for any reason? WEAR SOME FUCKING GLOVES. They’re called fingerprints, dumbass. You have them and you’re putting them all over the fucking place.
If something really fucking huge is falling on you, don’t FUCKING RUN ALONG THE LENGTH JUST TAKE LIKE TWO FUCKING STEPS TO THE SIDE
wEAR A FUCKING HELMET OBERYN YOU LITTLE SHIT
And for god’s sake, PUT PRESSURE ON THAT WOUND, DON’T SIT THERE AND WATCH THEM BLEED OUT. I’m talking to you, TV cops.