Author's note: Hey, hi, hello! Since I got addicted to Arrow(and Olicity of course) I wanted to write AU's and drabbles, because let's face it: they are perfect. I hope I can come up with a lot of AU ideas to keep you guys busy with reading. You can always send me prompts. You ask, I deliver. ;) (That sounded way better in my head, haha)
Enjoy!
Ps, I'm Dutch, so English isn't my native language. If you find any mistakes: I am so sorry for that!
You left one of your shirts in the washer and it got mixed up with my stuff and I didn't realise until you shouted at me from across the street AU.
'FELICITY!' Someone screamed from across the street. Felicity turned around quickly to find out that Oliver was screaming at her. 'This is new,' she thought, before turning around to face Oliver.
'What's wrong?' Felicity asked. There must be something wrong because Oliver never, ever, yelled for her in the middle of the street.
They were standing in the launderette where Felicity did her laundry every Tuesday. Since her washing machine broke down a couple weeks ago she was forced to do it here.
Oliver showed her a pink pair of pants and looked furious. 'This is definitely something new,' she thought. First of all: Oliver didn't wear pink pants. Second of all: she didn't own those pants. And last of all: what was he doing here at all?
'Wait a minute,' she said, still looking at the pants in his hands. 'What are you doing here anyway? I thought Raisa did you laundry.' Felicity tried to look him in the eyes, but was afraid he would flip or growl or shoot an arrow at her or whatever.
'She does,' Oliver said. 'But, since I can perfectly take care of myself, I'm capable of doing my own laundry.'
'I see,' she replied. Still, she didn't get why this was a problem. He was lurking around in her laundry, which of course was still wet and not finished so she had to pay again because he opened the machine. Of all the things he had to choose, he had to choose this.
'So, what's the problem?' She asked. 'I can see you found my laundry, which is perfect, because of course everybody wants to see someone else's laundry, but I never thought you would be the one to follow me and find out what kind of clothes I own. Of course I imagined you finding out what kind of clothes I own, but in other ways.' She kept rambling. 'I mean very platonic ways of course, you would understand that.'
Oliver rolled his eyes and couldn't get used to Felicity her rambling. Of course it became normal, but when he was furious or had other things to worry about or tired he couldn't deny the fact that he found it annoying.
'These pants are pink,' Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. He held them firmly in his hands and showed them again. Felicity couldn't make the connection with the pants and Oliver. If he wanted to wear pink pants, she was fine with it. It was his decision after all.
'I can see that,' She said. 'What does it have to do with my laundry? Those are my clothes you are going through. Perhaps you see that, too.'
'Yes, I can see that, Felicity,' He almost breathed her name. 'No one has more bright clothes than you.'
'Obviously.'
'These are mine,' Oliver said. Now she could see the leather pants Oliver always wore during one of his interventions. They made Oliver the Arrow compared with the hood he wore. Now she remembered.
'Right,' Felicity said. 'I mean, of course these are yours. I never wear leather pants, I mean, I'm not supposed to wear leather pants and I don't even own them if you would think that.'
'Fe-li-ci-ty,' Oliver breathed out her name in annoyance. 'I can't wear these tonight.'
'You can wear them for me,' She said while searching through the laundry basket. 'I did not just say that, sometimes my brain to mouth filter doesn't really work, you probably noticed that.'
'I did,' he sighed.
Felicity found a pink hoodie that matched his pants and held it in front of his face for him to see it.
'Hey, look!' She said. As if she pushed another button, Oliver growled.
'You're serious, aren't you?' He asked.
'I can't help it, Oliver,' Felicity said. Still, she found it quite entertaining. Who would have imagined a Pink Arrow? She obviously never did, which was kind of new for her, because basically she imagined a lot of things that had to do with Oliver.
'It's not that bad,' Felicity said. 'We can paint them over, or find you new pants. We'll figure it out.'
'No, we can't figure this out, Felicity,' Oliver stated. 'My pants and my hoodie turned out to be pink. Pink! How am I supposed to were them if they're pink? What am I? The tooth fairy?'
Felicity chuckled, but stopped as soon as possible when she saw his look. He was planning on shooting her. Of course he was.
'Well,' Felicity started, not sure what to say because she didn't want to make him angrier than he already was. 'We could paint them over?'
'And besides,' she added. 'I've always wanted to see you in some bright colours. I mean, just imagine it: you in pink. Every assassin would immediately be scared to death.'
'Fe-li-ci-ty,' he breathed again.
'Alright, alright, I'm sorry,' she said.
'How did this happen anyway? I mean, my clothes are always in the Foundry.'
'Yeah, well, I think I know why,' she said. She'd been digging in her mind for the last minutes and could only find one solution. 'You know I always bring my laundry on Tuesday's, right?'
'Yeah,' he said, nodding his head, trying to find out where this was going.
'Well, I guess your clothes got in my laundry basket while you were working out or when you just came back from your 'shift',' she made quotation marks with her fingers in the air.
'But I didn't put them there,' he said.
'Yeah, I know. Perhaps Digg or Roy put them in my basket, because, let's be honest, they really needed to be washed.'
'They do not smell!' Oliver said in defense.
'Yes, they do and I'm not even going to argue about it with you,' she said. 'Since someone pulled out all of my laundry out of the washing machine, I'm gonna need to pay again and need to wait twice as long.'
'It's not my fault your clothes made my clothes pink.'
'Geez, Oliver, these things happen, okay? We'll paint them over or wash them with green stuff. I don't know,' she said throwing her hands in the air. That made Oliver realize that he probably shouldn't have gotten angry with her. Again.
'Are you sure this is a good idea?' Oliver asked, looking at the paint in Felicity her hands. 'What if we ruin it?'
Felicity had never seen Oliver so insecure about his Arrow clothes. Well, of course it had emotional value, but it was Oliver. Oliver who always wore a mask. Oliver who was arrogant and walked with pride. Oliver who survived the island. Yep, that Oliver. Felicity knew he wore a mask, she'd probably do it, too, but sometimes she longed to see the real Oliver. Oliver who showed real emotions instead of being the Arrow. A small glimpse would be enough. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as it seemed.
'No,' she said. 'I've never done this before, because mostly I buy my clothes in a specific colour instead of painting them over, but I've seen my mom do this before so I guess it will be fine.'
Oliver narrowed his eyes and prayed that it would turn out fine. He didn't even know why he acted like a child when it had to do with his clothes. The hoodie belonged to Shado and he didn't want it to be pink. He wanted it to have its normal colour and besides, who would imagine the Green Arrow turning pink. He obviously didn't and was disgusted by the idea.
'Alright,' Felicity said, closing the washing machine. 'Now we wait and pray.'
'You're sure about this?' He asked again.
'Yes, Oliver, really sure,' she said. 'And besides, it's leather it would be okay.' 'I hope so,' she added in her mind.
Oliver still wasn't convinced and hoped it would work out.
'Come on,' Felicity said. 'Let's get some coffee or I'm able to say things I don't mean.'
He smirked at her comment. He actually liked it when she babbled, but he would never admit it. Even though his pants and hoodie were still pink, he tried to let it go. Just like Felicity said: these things happen and on the other hand: he was going to drink coffee with Felicity.