A/N: This is it! The ending. It's been a long time coming. Thank you to anyone who has read this story, to anyone who has followed, favourited, commented - it means the world. I hope you enjoyed reading it like I enjoyed writing it.

'Epilogue'

"What time is the League meeting tonight?" Felicity asked, leaning over the back of their couch to talk to Oliver. His head appeared from the kitchen door a few seconds later, walking over with the popcorn for their movie night.

"Uhh, ten. I think?"

"Nice to know you're on top of the situation," she replied, only rolling her eyes a little. Once, just once, she would like to get to the meeting at the right time and not have to walk in late. It was embarrassing. They were supposed to be dedicated, responsible superheroes. Justice has no time for Truancy.

"We'll get there," Oliver replied, hitting play on the movie and settling with his arm around her. "I don't know when, but we'll get there."

"You're lucky they haven't kicked you out yet."

"So what if they did? I have my own league: you and me."

"That was almost smooth," she replied, only laughing a bit when he leaned over to kiss her, his stubbing brushing her lips –

"Hey guys! What are we watching?"

Felicity jumped and let out a little scream as Ted appeared from nowhere, vaulting the couch to take the last seat next to her. Groaning at her interrupted make out session, she turned to her best friend with a fake smile. "What are you doing here, Ted?"

"Movie night," he replied dumbly, but she knew that Ted was fully aware what he was interrupting. And he was grinning – he would pay later. "I'm just here to hang out with you guys."

Oliver had slumped his head against Felicity's, but looked up when he realised Ted wasn't leaving any time soon. "Fine. Do you know what time the League meeting is tonight?"

"8, maybe?" Ted shrugged evasively, "I usually just leave the house when Felicity texts to ask where I am."

"How have you both survived this long?" Felicity asked, exasperated, much to their amusement. "You're grown men, with phones and calendars. Would it kill you to remember a time and date?" She rolled her eyes until a thought struck her, "Wait, do you know if Barry's going?"

Oliver and Ted shared a glance, then spoke in unison, a terrible impersonation of her, "Do you know if Baaarry's going?"

"I don't talk like that," she replied, shaking her head, this time at their immaturity. "I don't get this thing between you guys and Barry. It's not a competition."

"I just don't get why you like the guy so much. I don't get why everyone likes him so much," Ted pouted, looking away. "Every meeting, people talk about how great Flash is and how much the people of Central City love him and 'Why can't you and Booster cause that little destruction like the Flash does?'

"And as your fiancée, I naturally dislike any man who you used to date," Oliver added. "It's just the way it is."

"We didn't date. We went on a date," Felicity replied. "It's not the same thing, at all. And Barry's a good person. You both like him – Ted, you and him were totally geeking out in the lab for like a day last week; and Oliver, you're the person who inspired him to be a hero. You just don't like that he's a good friend to me."

"But I'm still your best friend, right?" Ted asked.

"I've never met anyone as needy as you, ever."

"Nerd."

"Dork."

"The two of you stop, we're missing the film," Oliver said, trying not to laugh. "I'm not re-starting it. I swear, we have the same argument every movie night."

Ted just grinned, grabbing a popcorn kernel and tossing it into the air, ready to catch it in his mouth. But before he could, Felicity had reached out a hand and snatched it from the air, putting it onto her own mouth and laughing at the scowl she got in response. Felicity snuggled back into Oliver's chest to get comfortable, putting her feet in Ted's lap and disregarding his protests completely, letting out a content sigh.

Life was good.

The End