AN:/ Day 9 of Fictober! I am honesty having sooooo much fun with writing these, it's giving me inspiration when I thought all hope was lost to ever finish this fic!

Let me know what you guys think about this little snippet sorry it's so short today but what's a girl going to do my muse isn't giving me a lot right now lol.

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Ever since getting to Ivy town Felicity has been determined to learn how to cook. Oliver has told her time and time again that she doesn't need to know how to cook, that he could cook for both of them. But of course, once you tell Felicity Smoak she couldn't do something she set her mind to do just that. She has spent the better part of the week trying to cook a Cajun pasta dish with no luck.

Oliver didn't want to discourage her because it was endearing to see her trying so hard, but he hadn't had a decent dinner in a week, and he was starting to grow bored of the same dish. Oliver came back from his evening run and found Felicity at the stove yet again however trying a different simpler dish this time, spaghetti.

He smiled and saw her standing at the stove stirring something and he couldn't help but smile, she was trying really hard to try and learn to cook and she wasn't giving up. He had to admit that he admired her determination, however it was getting tiresome always bluffing and telling her she's improving while cooking when in reality she's not getting much better. At least she hadn't burned anything in the last few days so there was at least that.

Felicity hears him walk through the door and turns around perking up seeing him walk through the door. She really thinks that she has it this time and can't wait to see him try it.

"Hey! Come try this, will you? I think I finally got this one down." Oliver sighed, man did he love this woman, but he didn't think that he could take one more taste of her...cooking if that's what you could call it. He was past the point of feeling bad for not liking her cooking they had been together for long enough that she knew not to take it too personally. Even she knew that her cooking was subpar on her best day, he walked over to her reluctantly and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.

She held out a spoon for him to taste and he looked between the spoon and her hoping that this at least didn't give him food poisoning like the first time he tried one of her dishes. He took a breath and tried the sauce that was on the spoon and he had to admit that it was the best out of all of them, but it definitely wasn't good.

"So? What do you think?" She asked him excited to hear what he had to say, she thought that she actually had it this time. Oliver tried his best not to show what he thought on his face and after a week of doing this he was getting good at hiding his true feelings from her.

"There's a certain taste to it." It was the only thing that Oliver could think of to say about it. Felicity scrunched up her face, she could tell that he didn't like it by the look on his face. She knew that he was trying to be nice and not hurt her feeling but even she had to admit that she didn't even think that she was improving. All she wanted to do was ablt to at least cook one meal so that Oliver didn't have to do the cooking all of the time

"Really? I thought that I had something this time. I give up! I am obviously never going to learn to cook." Felicity threw down her spoon on the counter annoyed with herself that she learn the simple task of cooking. It was just simple science, she could easily do theoretical physics but cooking she could not learn.

"Sweetheart, it's okay you don't have to learn how to cook. It's not like neither one of us knows how to cook, leave it to me to cook and you can do all the other fun household chores...like cleaning." Oliver teased making her laugh, this man always did know how to cheer her up that was for sure.

"Oh, so that's all I'm good for? Just cleaning the house?" Felicity asked moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning up, moving her lips closer to his.

"Well, I mean that's not all you're good for." Oliver smiled and gave her a kiss, both of them fully distracted that neither one of them noticed the sauce that was burning on the stove.