Hi, so I'm not new to fanfiction, but this is my first go at writing Arrow so please bare with me while I get into the swing of things.
These will not always follow the most recent story lines in the show.
Enjoy!
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Felicity and Tommy are friends and Oliver is totally not jealous at all.
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The first time he sees them, Oliver pays no notice to it. She's his IT girl - his partner - and he's his best friend. Of course they were going to cross paths eventually. So, when Oliver shows up to Verdant and finds Tommy and Felicity chatting at the bar, he just says a quick 'hello' to them both and continues down to the basement.
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He becomes somewhat curious when, a half hour later, Felicity still hasn't come down and when he goes in search of her, he finds that she's still perched on a bar stool, laughing at something Tommy had said, whilst the latter just grinned down at her. He doesn't dwell on it, though; Tommy had always been a charming guy, especially when it came to Women, and Felicity was a talkative person, so there was no reason for him to find this encounter strange.
Oliver most certainly does not spend the next ten minutes trying to figure out if he could make her laugh like that. Definitely not.
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It's been a week since he saw any interaction between the two, and so Oliver's come to the conclusion that his first instincts on the matter were right; two people with a mutual friend who'd inevitably met and introduced themselves. Nothing more.
That's why it comes as such a shock to him when he sees them walking down the street together one Saturday afternoon. He'd been scoping out the glades, dressed not in his arrow suit, but rather a causal pair of jeans and shirt -it was the middle of the day, after all - in the hopes of stumbling upon something that would help him in his latest mission.
Oliver had spotted the pair side by side on the other side of the road, tubs in their hands of what he believed to be ice cream. Felicity was talking excitedly about something, waving her arms around as she spoke, whilst somehow managing not to send any of the mint choc chip flying. Beside her, a grinning Tommy nodded along with whatever she was saying, occasionally chipping in to the conversation.
It's only after they'd rounded a corner and were out of his sight that Oliver relaxed the hands that he hadn't even noticed were balled into tight fists at his sides.
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The whole thing becomes completely, ridiculously impossible to ignore one day when the young Merlyn comes bounding over to Diggle, Felicity and he at one of the infamous Queen parties and the first thing he does is call 'Hey, Lis' before pecking the blonde on the cheek. He turns to the two men after that, shaking Dig's hand in way of greeting before turning to hug his best friend.
A minute later, when Diggle turns a smirk and a raised eyebrow in Oliver's direction, it is obviously not because the pat Oliver placed on Tommy's back was harder than usual. Because he didn't. Obviously.
When the night comes to an end and they're all saying their goodbyes, Oliver doesn't spend one second staring at the smudge of lipstick on his best friend's cheek,left there by Felicity when she'd kissed it. Not. One. Second.
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It's two weeks later and Oliver thinks he's finally had enough. 14 days of talking, laughing, hugging, going out for lunches, yada, yada, yada. The knowing glances that Diggle's been throwing his way have in no way made things easier.
Although, he was still confused as to why he found it all so difficult to watch in the first place (Tommy would later confuse him further by laughing at him and calling him an 'oblivious fool').
He's not sure what it was that finally made his curiosity - Diggle insits it was jealousy, but Oliver, of course, ignores him - reach it's peak but it did, and so he eventually just comes right out with it down in the foundry one night.
"What's going on with you and Tommy?" He blurted, cutting off a ramble that had something to do with hard drives and wine. She stared at him for a moment, tilting her head in question. Oliver focused on her completely in an attempt to ignore John's sniggering somewhere behind him.
"What do you mean?" She responds, eying her friend suspiciously.
"I mean, what's going on with you two? You're both all touchy and flirty all the time - I didn't even know you guys were friends, let alone dating." He explains, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Which, of course, it was. Of course.
"Wait, w- dating? Tommy and I? No, no, no, no. That's just weird! Not that there's anything wrong with him, of course! I mean, he's handsome, funny, kind charming, the list goes on. He has his flaws, too, though, obviously. Everybody does, right? Except maybe the people who made google, they're a God send! Even you guys have flaws," She stopped when Oliver raised an eyebrow at her, shifting awkwardly in her seat, "One of mine is talking too much, I don't know if you've noticed, and also..."
Oh. Friends. They were friends. Not dating. Just friends. He could be okay with that.
Oliver can't help the little smile that tugs at his lips as he listens to her ramble on - not because he finds it adorable, though. Because he doesn't.
Okay, so maybe he does.
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I don't particularly like how this one ended, but I just couldn't think of the right way to put it, so I guess this will have to do. Please let me know what you think, good or bad, and whether you think I should continue with these.