For sakura-blossom62, who wanted to see five people tell Felicity they love her.
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Four people who love Felicity Smoak, and the one who loves her most.
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A loud knock sounds against the mansion door at around five O'clock on a Saturday evening. Oliver straightens in his seat, turning away from the detective show he'd only been paying half his attention to, if that.
In his mind, he begins to run through a list of the names of all the people he knows, all the people who could be standing outside his door. Racking his brain, he tries to remember if he'd made plans with anyone, but he couldn't for the life of him think of any visitors he should be expecting.
The knocking starts again and he realises just how long he's been sitting in that position, lost in his paranoid over thinking of things as usual. Well, that's how Felicity puts it, he prefers to see it as minimising risks.
Silently, he moves towards the front door, switching into his now default setting of complete stealth. It almost makes him feel a little silly, because what kind of criminal knocks, but he's been through too much within the last few years to ever truly let his guard down.
He swings the door open just as the blonde on the other side is about to knock again. Her presence isn't surprising; Felicity is often by his side, whether for QC work or their, uh, nightly activities. Though, Oliver does wonder what it is that has brought her to him in this moment - he doesn't recall any talk of her stopping by and, usually, if she had important information for Arrow work she would call him or wait at the foundry, not come knocking at his door.
Her attire, though, is a little startling. Felicity stands before him in perhaps the most comfortable looking clothes he's ever seen her in; a pair of grey sweat pants and a blue T-shirt paired with black converse sneakers.
When he sees the tote bag slung over her left arm, he has to laugh because it's just so her. Upon it's white fabric, the words 'talk nerdy to me' are printed above a large pair of glasses, all in black ink.
"Not that it isn't nice to see you, Felicity," Oliver begins, "but what are you doing here?"
The woman in question raises both brows as a small smile plays at the corner of her lips.
"There's that famous Queen charm." She teases, and he responds by letting out that breathy laugh he reserves just for her.
"I'm sorry - good evening, Felicity, what can I do for you?" He corrects himself, earning a beaming smile in return.
"I got a call about a crisis," She explains, "The kind that can only be resolved with junk food and disney."
That was definitely not a call Oliver made.
"Crisis? What are you ta-"
Before he can finish, a brunette hurricane is rushing down the stairs towards them. Oliver eyes his sister, clad in black leggings and an oversized pink jumper with matching fuzzy socks. He finds himself feeling overdressed in his own home, wearing fitted jeans and a button down shirt.
"Felicity, thank God you're here!" The youngest Queen sighs, throwing her arms around the blonde.
"I brought DVDs and snacks." Felicity responds, wiggling the bag on her arm as best she can while being encased in Thea's tight embrace.
"You're a God send, Smoaky, a God send."
Oliver stares at the odd pair wondering how he had never realised that the two most important women in his life were friends. Also, Smoaky?
"Is that Ben & Jerry's?" Thea squeals happily, staring down at something in the tote bag.
"Isn't that some kids show about a cat and mouse?" Oliver pipes up, curious as to why his sister would be getting so excited about such a thing.
In response, the two women fall silent and stare at him disapprovingly. Thea begins to shake her head at him as if she can't quite believe what he's just said to her, leaving Oliver more confused than he was before.
"No, Ollie, that's Tom and Jerry. Ben & Jerry's is heaven in a tub." She tells him, as if that explains it, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"I brought cookie dough and chocolate fudge brownie - I couldn't get any mint chip because someone used the exact words 'nine one one, emergency, code red' so I kind of rushed over." Felicity adds, drawing Thea's attention back to the bag.
"You did get here pretty quick," the younger girl pauses for a moment, before she pecks the blonde on the cheek and links their arms together, guiding her towards the stairs, "Thank you, I love you."
"Yeah, yeah."
There's nothing for Oliver to do except watch the two girls walk away from him giggling - yes, giggling - to each other about who knows what.
2
Her heels click against the foundry's stairs as she sighs into the phone at her ear, moving slowly back up towards the club.
"So, give me that again. And slower this time." Felicity says, and now the sound of her steps echo through the large, empty club.
"I got caught at the scene of a mugging. The cop recognised me from when I used to do that sort of stuff all the time, but I was just trying to help." Roy's repeats, making a huffing sound not unlike a small child, "He wouldn't listen, though, and the actual mugger obviously wasn't going to come to my aid, so now I'm sitting in the police station waiting for my super awesome, pretty friend to come and bail me out."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Harper," Felicity chides, even as she's getting settled in her mini, "I'm on my way, just hang tight."
It doesn't take her long to reach the station and it takes even less time to locate the red hooded boy in the relitively calm precinct.
"Miss Smoak," Detective lance greets, smiling as he sees the blonde, "What can I do for you?"
"Hi, Detective, I'm here to get Roy." She explains, glancing over to the other side of the room where she sees him cuffed to a chair.
Quentin looks briefly between the two before he raises one questioning eyebrow at Felicity, not bothering to conceal the doubt or confusion spreading on his face, and maybe a little concern, too.
"He a friend of yours?" He asks, finally, sparing another glance in Roy's general direction.
"Yes."
Lance sighs, but nods his head once, before walking away from her. She sees him talking to one of the officers, before pointing briefly towards her, and then Roy is being uncuffed and walking towards her with a sheepish smile on his face.
"You don't half associate yourself with some odd people, Smoak." Lance comments as he passes them, but says no more on the matter and Felicity doesn't respond.
"Remind me why I'm here and not Thea?" She inquires, raising one eyebrow at the boy as they make their way towards her little car.
"Because Thea would tell Oliver and he'd get mad at me," Roy replies, though quickly realises it's not a good enough answer, "And because I love you?"
As much as she tries to fight it, and she really does, Felicity has to smile a little at the response. Schooling her features into a very serious expression, she realises she can still have a little bit of fun with the situation.
"And what's going to stop me from telling Oliver?" She asks, watching with great amusement as Roy's face pales.
"The fact that you love me, too," He tries, "and that the burgers we're gonna go get are on me?"
Finally she laughs, fully and happily, then shakes her head with an amused sigh.
Boy really needs to learn how to keep himself out of trouble.
3
"So, do I get to meet this famous Felicity or am I just going to have to go on the little snippets of information you give me?" Tommy asks his life long best friend, bumping his shoulder against his.
Oliver turns in his chair so he's facing the bar and picks up his beer, taking a long sip of it before he responds.
"I'm not sure whether I'd trust you with her, Tommy." He sighs, preparing himself for the response he knows is coming.
"Ouch, man, that hurts. When have I ever given you cause not to trust me?" The billionaire bats his eyes in a seemingly innocent manner, but Oliver sees the smirk pulling at his friends lips, and so responds to the expression with two raised eyebrows and a deep frown.
"Oh, come on, Ollie. Just let me meet the girl! I promise I'll be my ever charming and lovely self."
"That's what worries me." Oliver grumbles, taking another swig of his drink before placing it back on the bar with a little more force than strictly necessary.
"You've really got it bad for this one, eh?" Tommy remarks, watching his best friend closely with an all too knowing gaze.
"No, Tommy, it's not that," Oliver responds, "She isn't like most of the girls we meet. She's not the kind you just pick up at a bar or charm into bed with you, okay? Felicity's different, she's special."
Tommy remains silent for a moment as he watches the man before him, this man he barely recognises as his trouble making partner in crime. He struggles to remember a time when he'd ever seen him like this, even where Laurel was involved.
"Okay, okay. So, I won't put the charm on with her. Scouts honor." He lays one hand on his chest and holds the other one up in front of him.
"You were never a scout, Merlyn." Oliver scowls, but goes no further when he sees a glint in his friend's eye.
For, across the floor of the busy night club, Tommy had spotted a blonde in a purple dress, looking entirely out of place in the scene, with her eyes glued to her phone.
He looks briefly back at Oliver, who has followed his gaze to the other side of the room and notes the recognition he sees flash there that confirms for him that this is the girl.
Faster than he's ever moved in his life, Tommy is off his stool and darting through the crowd towards her, Oliver hot on his tail as he realises what his friend is doing.
"Hello!" Tommy greets, excitedly, stopping only a foot in front of Felicity.
The blonde startles in surprise and nearly topples over as she jumps back, releasing a little yelping sound. Bringing her gaze up from the phone she'd nearly dropped, Felicity finds herself awkwardly looking into the eyes of one very ecstatic looking billionaire.
"Um, hi." She replies, feeling for once at a loss for words.
Over the beaming man's shoulder she spots Oliver - he's obviously trying to manouvre his way towards them but keeps getting stopped by people in the crowd, whether they be business men or scantily dressed women.
"You're Felicity, right?" Tommy asks, still grinning down at her. It makes her feel a little nervous but, somehow, also more at ease.
"I am." She responds, warily, wondering how it is that Tommy Merlyn knows who she is.
"I'm Tommy. Tommy Merlyn, it's so nice to finally meet you!" He beams, but instead of holding his hand out for her to shake he pulls the shocked woman into a quick hug.
Is he drunk?
"Yes, I know who you are," She wills the bout of nervous babbling not to come, but it's already too late because her mouth is moving and words are coming out at a rate even she can't process, "that sounded creepy. I meant, because of your company - well, your Father's company. And because Oliver talks about you a lot, not to mention the tabloids I've seen the two of you in from before... wait, did you say finally meet me?"
Merlyn stares wide eyed at the girl, shocked by just how much talking she can cram into one small session. Oliver really hadn't been kidding about her.
His gaze isn't unkind, though, and his smile never falters as she talks. He's so used to pople treading carefully around him - whether it be because of his fortune or his formerly lost at sea best friend - so he finds that a little uncensored babbling is rather refreshing.
"Ollie's talked about you plenty. I've been waiting to put a face to the name." Tommy explains, grin widening when he notices the pretty blush rising on the woman's cheeks.
"Tommy!" Oliver calls, finally dragging himself away from the club goers and towards his two friends, "Stop bothering Felicity."
"Oh, he's not bothering me." Felicity tells him, smiling lightly at the two men.
"Yeah, see, Ollie. I'm not bothering her." Tommy taunts, grinning broadly at his best friend before taking a step closer to Felicity just to piss him off.
Oliver glares at the other man, crossing his arms over his chest in a way that clearly says I'm not amused. Tommy just rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to the little blonde.
"Oliver, here, doesn't trust me with you, you see. Very protective, this one, but I can assure you I mean well." He explains, beaming brightly as Felicity turns her gaze briefly on Oliver with a raised eyebrow.
"Over-protective, I think you mean." She huffs, earning a laugh from her new aquaintance and a glare from Oliver that quickly softens into a fond, if not exasperated, smile.
"I'm not over-protective, Felicity." Oliver sighs, shaking his head a little.
"Oh, you totally are, and most of the time it's completely unnecessary. For example, when I'm talking to your best friend," Felicity chides, waving her hand briefly towards a still beaming Tommy Merlyn, "And frankly, it's a little offensive that you think I need constant protection - I'm a big girl, you know, I can tak care of myself. Sure, sometimes it's kind of sweet in a weird way but the rest of the time it's a little irritating and slightly overbearing."
Oliver looked down with an almost guilty looking expression on his face. Almost.
Tommy, however, seemed to be becoming increasingly amused by the second. There were few women he'd seen be bold enough to put Oliver Queen in his place and never had he seen it done in quite the same way Felicity did it.
"You know, Smoak," he begins, throwing his arm over the woman's shoulder casually, "I think we're going to be very good friends."
"Oh, please God no." the vigilante mutters, quietly, but of course the other blonde picks up on it.
"Oliver, give it a rest. If Tommy and I want to be friends, we will be. If you're going to continue acting like a petulant child, you and I won't be." She tells him forcefully, sticking her tongue out at the end for good measure.
"I love you, already." Merlyn announces, laughing at the surprised and slightly fearful look on his best friend's face, "Now, how do you feel about tequila?"
4
Her mother calls whilst she's in the foundry one night.
Donna Smoak squeals into the phone, complains about how little she sees of her daughter - but how she will not be taking any more free trips to Starling in the foreseeable future - and drops many a not-so-subtle hint about how the girl works too much.
Felicity sighs back, rolling her eyes half-heartedly even though she knows her Mom can't see it.
There is a lull in the conversation for a moment and all Felicity hears is her mother's breathing -the boys had paused their training while the genius took the call, so as not to prompt unwanted questions, meaning the usual sounds of skin hitting skin (no, not like that, brain) or slapping against wood are absent.
"Mom?" Felicity asks, unsure as to whether the woman is still aware of the phone call or believes to have hung up - neither would surprise her.
"You know I love you, right?" Donna responds, eventually, in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.
"Of course I do, Mom, what's going on?"
Digg, Roy and Oliver all look her way in concern after having been pretending - unsuccessfully - not to listen in on the conversation.
"I just- I worry sometimes that you don't know how much I care about you," her mother chokes, "even with that clever little brain of yours."
"What's brought this on? Are you okay?"
"Yes, baby, I'm fine-" there's a sniffle on the other end of the line and Felicity knows for sure now that, if she could see her, there'd be tears leaking down her Mom's face, "I miss you, that's all. I miss you a lot."
"I miss you, too, but please don't cry." Felicity begs, because if her mother starts crying then she's going to start crying to, and then she'll have to deal with a group of very concerned and protective vigilantes hovering around her all night - not that that would be the worst thing in the world.
"I've gotta go, sweetie, but I love you very much and I'm so proud of you, okay?" She doesn't remember ever hearing her mother sound so sincere and tired. It chips away at her heart.
"I love you, too."
And then the call ends. Felicity slides carefully into her chair, ducking her head to hide the silent tears leaking down her cheeks.
Her boys leave her in peace, but the next morning, when she arrives at work, she finds two plane tickets to Vegas and back.
When she looks through the glass walls of Oliver's office and sees him obviously trying very hard to not be looking at her, she knows she doesn't have to ask who it's from.
Oliver
They were on the comms when it happened, both at opposite ends of the city. Felicity was sitting in the foundry, working at her computers whilst Oliver ran through the streets, clad in green leather, Roy not far behind.
It had been a long day, though, and the boys were currently doing a patrol, rather than a full planned out mission. For that reason, and that reason alone, Oliver didn't try to stop the bantering between his two team mates, as he knew they were both tired, and really just trying to stay awake at this point.
It was when Roy made some comment that Oliver didn't understand, but Felicity seemed to find hilarious, when it slipped out.
She was laughing none stop into her ear piece, gasping for breath, before she let out a sudden yelp followed by a muffled thud.
Both boys immediately froze, looking at eachother in concern, before asking the blonde if she was okay.
There was a long pause, in which Oliver got ready to turn and run the few miles back to the Verdant without stopping, until finally she responded.
"I'm good," she said, sounding slightly breathless, "I just laughed so hard I fell out of my chair."
Another short pause followed, before there was a sudden burst of laughter from Felicity's end of the line. Roy chuckles along with her and even Oliver has to smile, just a little.
"Oh, I've laughed so hard I can't get up," she whined, "someone come and pick me up off the floor, please?"
Roy replied first, laughing as he told her he'd head back her way.
Oliver, though? He's still not sure what possessed him to say it, whether it was the carefree tone of her voice or just how damn adorable she was.
"God, I love you."
There was a long silence, in which Roy stared in shocked horror at Oliver's equally surprised face, barely concealed by his hood.
He wondered briefly how he could be such an ass, falling in love with Felicity over the course of two long years and then finally blurting it out when they were miles apart, and thinking it was probably a mistake to say anything at all.
But then, she giggled a little, echoing through his earpiece, before breaking finally speaking.
"If I say I love you, too, will you come and save me from the floor? It's cold."
And he knew everything was going to be okay.
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