Spoilers: Some spoilers for "The Huntress Returns," 1.17.
Disclaimer: Arrow isn't mine, but I'll take Felicity and Oliver if no one wants them.
A/N: I've been wanting to write about Felicity for a while, and a small plot bunny finally hopped along. :)
As always, I thank my Lord Jesus Christ for his incredible mercy and grace, and his many blessings.
I hope you enjoy this, and please let me know what you think!
Realistic
Felicity Smoak liked to think that she was realistic…that she was more than capable of making an objective assessment of herself.
She was an IT expert with an embarrassing tendency to blurt out the first thing that came to mind.
She would never be what anyone called athletic, even with the time she spent training with Diggle now, and her complexion was always pale from long days - and nights - spent in front of a computer. (Though, statistically speaking, the lack of regular tanning significantly reduced her chances of getting skin cancer, so that wasn't a bad trade off, really.)
She was a natural blonde, and was proud to say that her hair color in no way reflected her IQ, but she'd needed glasses since she was ten, and couldn't stand to wear contacts for more than a few hours at a time.
She didn't own a single shade of lipstick or nail polish that could be considered "subtle."
Felicity knew that while all of those facts added up to her, they didn't add up Oliver Queen's dream girl. His tech girl, yes, dream girl, no.
Still, she could admit to having something of a crush on the guy. He was…well, he was Oliver. He was always running around the arrow cave shirtless, all masculinity and rippling muscles…and the fact that "rippling muscles" was an accurate description, and not a romance novel cliché, said pretty much everything. If she found herself staring sometimes, who could really blame her? She wasn't that blind, even without her glasses.
But though Oliver was a lot like Robin Hood, what with his bow, his targeting corrupt one percenters, and his penchant for green - seriously, he'd named his club Verdant, he was practically asking to get caught - she would never be his Maid Marian.
She told herself that she was okay with that.
Repeatedly.
She was getting pretty good at believing it too…or at least she had been, until Helena Bertinelli had threatened her and tied her up in her office.
Oliver had looked so worried when he'd found her - he'd reassured her, tilting her face up to look at him, his palm brushing her cheek while his concerned gaze held hers.
Her skin had tingled from the contact.
He'd never looked at her that way before, and Felicity…Felicity had liked it. She liked him. And that look, it was almost enough to make her think that maybe, just maybe, the feeling was mutual.
Felicity groaned and slumped over her keyboard, resting her forehead on her folded arms.
So much for being realistic.
Fin
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