Hello everyone! So this's going to be a collection of one shots based on prompts from tumblr or ones I get here. They won't be related to each other, and some of them will be short drabbles.

This right here is the first prompt I've ever filled and it's shameless fluff, so enjoy!

I didn't make this icon nor do I own it, credit goes to the awesome person who made it.

I also don't own Oliver Queen or Arrow but I constantly wish I do.

This wasn't going the way he wanted it to. He, the vigilante of Starling city, was losing.

He grits his teeth as he concentrates further on his task and moves his body, along with the handler he's clutching, just in time to avoid a fatal blow from his opponent.

"You're terrible at this" Comes her voice with a smug note to it and he's tempted to glare at her but opts to injure her player on screen instead –which doesn't work out as she moves the character away and wings her sword to lower his life points further.

"Whoa! Man, she's kicking your ass. Again." says Diggle from his spot on the couch and the amusement in his voice only serves to irritate Oliver further. He may be taking this a bit too seriously but he was never one to take well to losing.

"It's actually funny," muses Roy as he comes out of the kitchen with popcorn in one hand and Thea's hand held in the other "I could have sworn they had video games even seven years ago"

At that Felicity giggles and Thea just shakes her head at her boyfriend.

"You're not helping him like you any better," Thea stage whispers to Roy "by pointing out his rusty video game skills"

"Oh so now you're all ganging up on me," he says with raised eyebrows while his eyes remain fixed on the screen "I knew this game night was a bad idea"

The screen flashes as Felicity sends Oliver's player flying with a final blow and the game announces her as the winner. She does a little fist pump with Digg and Roy smirks at Oliver while Thea shakes her head in amusement.

"It's surprising how crappy you're with imaginary weapons," his sister muses "since you're good with real ones and all"

Oliver ignores her and turns to look at the blonde by his side.

"Another round" he demands and it draws a collective groan from his friends.

"That would be the fifth round," exclaims Roy "It's our turn."

"It's my apartment;" answers Oliver "my rules."

"Our apartment, "Corrects Felicity "and I get a say as well" she gently removes the handler out of his hands and kisses his cheek "give the other kids their turn and I'll take it easier on you next time"

As she talks, Oliver's gaze fixates to her rose colored lips and he has to fight the urge to kiss the teasing smile off of them, but he knows that he has time for that later and that he has to act offended at the moment; so kissing her wouldn't help make a point. Childish as it seemed, he simply sighed and gave over the controller with as much dignity as a sore loser could manage.

Later –much later- they sat alone against the couch with his arms around her waist and legs straddling her, while her back pressed to his front and her hands held the controller with his.

She moved her thumbs in a crazy dance above the buttons and he watched in fascination as his player whirled and jumped and won every round. He tried in vain to listen to her instructions as his chin rested on her shoulder but after a while he gave up and let her soft voice lull him into relaxing. It got him a smack once his hands got too heavy on the controller and brought it down, messing up a move she was doing, so he gave her full control of the thing and settled for wrapping his arms around her and just watching.

Nights like those, where the house smelled like popcorn even hours after their friends left, where he fell asleep against a couch as Felicity muttered to the screen, were his favorite kind of nights. They were relaxed and filled with laughter as opposed to most other nights where he had to hood up and rid the streets of criminals. The vigilante always won against his enemies, so he didn't really mind losing a video game every now and then, no matter how hard he'd argue her over it.

He smiles when she grins in triumph as she moves up another level then widens his smile when she looks back at him with excitement. She offers him a turn again but he shakes his head with the smile still present and tells her to go on. He'd much rather watch her as she plays.

Closing his eyes, he kisses her temple and nuzzles his face against her neck. He could practically feel her smiling even with his eyes closed and that's enough to send him to sleep with a smile.

Later, she'll get tired and curl against him with the game still running. Later, he'll wake up and carry her to their room as he does every Saturday. Tomorrow she'll tease him mercilessly, along with the three others, about video game scores and rusty skills. Next week they'll repeat it all, all over again.

He honestly can't wait.

A/N: I know that was short but I hope you liked it, and I hope the person who gave me this prompt is happy with the result. I'll be posting more here soon and I'd love to see your prompts in reviews so don't hesitate to give me them.

Please review and tell me what you think.