Tumblr Prompt Fic—Established Olicity—Oliver thinks Felicity is going to break up with him

It was over.

Felicity might not have said the words yet, but Oliver knew they were coming. She just kept pulling away. It had been weeks since they'd had an actual date, and while part of it was due to the crazed killer they'd been tracking, part of it was also Felicity avoiding being alone with him.

When Oliver realized what was happening, he was devastated. He couldn't even take it out on the training dummies or the salmon ladder. He just slid to the floor and stayed there. It was supposed to have been forever. Him and Felicity. When he kissed her for the first time (finally), it was supposed to be his last first kiss. He'd made it count.

There was an engagement ring wrapped in plastic and hidden in the toilet tank (it was the only place in her—their—apartment where he was sure she wouldn't find it). It was the most simple piece in the family collection, because he knew her well enough now to understand that she wouldn't want anything ostentatious, or anything that would impede her typing ability. What should he do with it now? How could he have read her so terribly, terribly wrong?

Days later, he crept through the apartment while she was asleep (on the couch, not in the bed with him) and went into the bathroom. As quietly as he could, he lifted the lid off the toilet tank, but his grip was awkward and it clanked loudly as he set it on the counter. Oliver cringed, waiting to hear if he'd woken Felicity up.

After a few moments of silence, he reached into the toilet tank. But the plastic bundle wasn't there. He peered in, getting a spritz of water in the face for his effort. The wrapped ring was nowhere to be found. Frantically, he looked around the bathroom, but he had no idea what could have happened.

A soft knock at the door brought up his head with a jerk.

"Oliver?"

He wiped his hands on his sweatpants and opened the door.

Felicity's hair was all flat on one side, and the waffle pattern of one of her throw pillows was imprinted on her cheek. She'd never been more beautiful. And this was it. She was going to say the words, ending their forever.

"Are you looking for this?" she asked, holding up her left hand. She was wearing the ring.

"When did you—How—"

"The toilet wasn't flushing, so I opened the lid to see what was going on, and I found it."

Oliver sighed. "Why are you wearing it if you're just going to break up with me?"

"What?" Genuine surprise showed on her face. "Why would I break up with you?"

"I honestly have no idea." Oliver sank onto the toilet. "But you've been so … far away. I figured you were getting ready to split."

She knelt next to him and took his hand in both of hers. The ring was warm against his skin—she'd been wearing it for a while. How had he not noticed? Had he started pulling away too?

"I found the ring weeks ago," said Felicity. "It freaked me out. I've never—this is the longest relationship I've ever been in. And I can count the relationships I've been in on one hand and not even use all my fingers. I got scared."

"But you're wearing it now," Oliver pointed out.

"Yeah. I was worried the water could damage it. I figured you could ask me any old time. Like, oh, say, now, for instance."

He smiled. "But you're the one who's kneeling."

"It'll make a great story," she replied. "You panicking, me kneeling, and especially the toilet."