Anon prompt: Felicity and Oliver playing Mario Kart with Oliver being a sore loser.


"Are you sure that's the game you want to play?" Felicity asked Oliver, who was standing in front of her television with several Nintendo 64 cartridges spread out around his feet.

She'd asked him to pick a game while she changed into her favorite MIT hoodie and black yoga pants. "If you're going to let me kick your ass at Nintendo, I need to be dressed properly," she'd said matter-of-factly.

"Yes. This is the game I want to play," he said, holding it out to Felicity and looking quite pleased with himself.

"You do realize that I will own you at Mario Kart. There really is no question that I am better than you at almost every video game we've ever played together." She paused as if she was mentally tallying every game she'd ever won against him. "But Mario Kart, well, I am the master, Oliver."

He folded his arms across his chest and smirked, "Just put the game in, Felicity."

She grabbed the cartridge out of his hand and bumped her hip into his. "Don't say I didn't warn you," she said, popping the game into the console.

They settled in, Oliver on the sofa and Felicity on the floor right in front of him. Just before she hit the start button, Oliver leaned down and placed a hand on her shoulder, his breath ghosting across her ear. "I'll go easy on you."

Felicity suppressed a shiver and stared ahead at the TV screen, waiting for the "GO" signal. Of course he'd try to play dirty. She knew if she turned around Oliver would have a deliciously devious grin on his face and she refused to be distracted by his stupid lips or his stupid smile or his stupid face — Not when she'd just promised to kick his ass all over this racetrack.

The light turned green, signaling the start of the race, and Felicity's car was off, gliding around the track, avoiding every obstacle thrown at her. She chanced a glance at Oliver's half of the screen and snickered when she saw that it was covered in black ink, and he couldn't see a thing.

"DAMNIT!" he yelled, as his car spun out on a strategically placed banana peel and into the player next to him. The expletives continued as Felicity's car zoomed across the finish line in first place, and she pumped both fists into the air in a celebratory gesture. "The kid's still got it," she said, laughing.

She turned to Oliver, whose character had just finished in eighth place, and patted his knee. "I'm not one to say, 'I told you so…' Ok, yeah, I am totally one to say that. And that wasn't even my best time. I'm a little out of practice."

Oliver looked at the controller in disbelief then down at Felicity, who was smiling happily back at him. He narrowed his eyes at the instant replay on the TV screen, and in a voice that Felicity often described as "growly," he demanded, "Again."

They played four more times, each game worse than the last. At one point, Oliver's car had been turned around and was driving in the opposite direction for a solid minute. At the end of the final round, he tossed the controller to the floor in frustration and sank back into the couch.

"That stupid thing must be broken," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing like a petulant child.

Felicity picked up the controller and set it on the table before moving to sit next to him on the sofa. She regarded him with an affectionate smile and tried to imagine how he felt. Oliver was good at almost everything he did; so losing in such an epic fashion was something he clearly struggled with. It was a feeling Felicity understood well.

"I don't get it," he said, and Felicity's cheeks flushed at how adorable his pouting was. "I used to beat Thea all the time at this game when I was in high school."

"Are you sure she wasn't letting you win?" she teased, poking a finger into his arm. He rolled his head to the side and scowled at her. "Oliver, if it makes you feel any better, no one has ever beaten me at Mario Kart."

A slow smile spread across Oliver's face. "Is that a challenge?"

"No," Felicity said, squeezing his hand. "It just means you're in good company." She stood and began putting away the controllers and game console.

Oliver glanced at his watch, which read 11:45 p.m. "I can go, if you're tired," he said, grabbing their half-eaten pizza and taking it into the kitchen.

"Nah, It's Friday night, and how often do we actually get to do this without some kind of Arrow-related interruption?" she said, flipping through a stack of movies. "How about we watch The Avengers?"

"Again?" Oliver asked, quirking an eyebrow as he settled back onto the couch. "Didn't you make Roy watch it with you last week?"

Felicity shrugged, and sat down, draping her legs over Oliver's lap. She smiled when his hands wrapped around her fuzzy-sock-clad feet and began to absentmindedly rub circles into them. "I guess I have a soft spot for superheroes."


A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been reading! I'm so grateful for all of your support and feedback, so please let me know what you think! And I'm still taking prompts, so if there's something you'd like me to write, just let me know!