Slow Dancing in a Sundrenched World
could you do a prompt where felicity is injured, maybe has a concussion and she isnt aloud to sleep so oliver as to keep her up?
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This is exactly why she stays in the lair.

Felicity is beyond exhausted, but she can’t do the one thing she wants to do: sleep. Stupid concussion, stupid criminals. Why can’t they go to Central City and bother Barry? She yawns and leans her head onto the back of her living room couch, closing her eyes a moment.

"Hey, sit up," Oliver admonishes, jostling her slightly.

"I was just resting my eyes," she whines and frowns at him.

"No excuses, you only have to stay awake for a little longer," he says encouragingly.

"Ugh," she groans and rolls her eyes, slumping into the couch. "Can we at least find something else to do besides playing this game again?" she asks, pointing at the Clue board on the coffee table. "Surely you can think of a better way to keep a girl awake all night." Oliver raises an eyebrow at her and smirks slightly and Felicity feels her cheeks flush. She can’t even blame that on the concussion. Oliver considers a moment and tilts his head when he notices something behind her.

"Is that any good?" he asks, pointing at the poster for The Adventures of Robin Hood hanging above her mantle.

"Wait, seriously?" she says incredulously. "How have you never seen it?" Oliver just shrugs helplessly in response. "We have to fix that right now," she says, standing to go look for her copy.

The movie is just about over when Felicity notices the clock and realizes she can finally go to sleep. She turns excitedly toward Oliver and finds him fast asleep, his mouth hanging open as his head rests on the back on the couch.

"Oh, I’m never letting him live this one down," she mutters to herself.

pre island Oliver seeing future Oliver with Felicity (kudos if you can include Moira, Tommy , Laurel or Thea from pre island)
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"What the fuck did we take last night?" Oliver groans, shutting his eyes in hopes the world will have stopped spinning by the time he opens them again.

"I don’t know," Tommy replies, voice muffled because he’s got his head buried in his arms where they’re crossed on top of the table. He raises his head, eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and grimaces. "But remind me never to take it again."

"Here you go, boys," the waitress says, setting down a coffee in front of each.

"You’re a saint," Tommy tells her, sliding off his glasses so he can better see the cream he’s adding to the cup. He picks up a sugar packet and shakes it in his hand when the movement suddenly slows. Oliver looks up to find him squinting into the distance behind him, mouth hanging open.

"What?" he asks.

"Am I still high or are you standing over there?" he asks, pointing. Oliver turns to see what he’s talking about and is shocked to find a man standing at the counter who could be his mirror image. Well, except this guy looks like kind of a dick as he stands rigidly straight, fingers working impatiently and a frown on his face that looks like it’s taken permanent residence there. His hair is close-cropped and Oliver wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a suit first thing in the morning unless he were leaving the house of a girl he met the night before.

"He looks nothing like me," Oliver says and turns back around, disliking the idea that he could turn into some uptight businessman like his father.

"Are you kidding me?" Tommy asks, giving him an incredulous look. "He looks exactly like you."

"Bullshit," Oliver says, waving his hand dismissively.

"Yeah, he looks like you 10 years from now," Tommy goes on. "Like you after Laurel finally cuts off your balls and forces you to ‘get serious about your life,’" he says, mocking the lecture she gave Oliver before she stormed out of the party.

"Well, then he’s definitely not me," Oliver replies, not appreciating the reminder that he and Laurel are on yet another break. "I’m never going to be able to convince her to take me back this time." The sharp ring of the bell above the door intensifies Oliver’s splitting headache and he’s about to take another restorative sip of coffee when Tommy whacks his arm, making it splash out of the mug onto his hand.

"Ow, damn it, what the hell?" he asks angrily.

"Looks like you’re right about that one," he replies, pointing to the man again.

Oliver turns around just in time to see a pretty blonde with nice legs and glasses lean up to kiss his doppelgänger. The man smiles down at her when they separate and grabs a bag of food before walking out hand-in-hand with the girl, staring at her like he is thoroughly whipped.

"Good for you, man, she’s hot," Tommy says with a smirk, hitting his arm again and making Oliver spill more of his coffee.

"Damn it," Oliver snarls, grabs a handful of sugar packet and then hurls them in Tommy’s face.

"Hey," he says defensively and then picks up some sugar packets of his own. They spend the next few moments exchanging volleys until the exertion gives them both mind-numbing waves of nausea.

"Ugh," Oliver groans, head in his hands. "We have got to lay off the drugs from now on."

Trick Arrow

Based on a prompt from flauermari: “i would love a scene like the one in batman the dark night in which the joker pushes rachel off the building and batman jumps after her ,i want something like that for oliver and felicity.”
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Oliver manages to fire the arrow straight into the bastard’s chest, but it doesn’t stop him from dropping Felicity off the edge of the building. His feet are in motion even before he hears her scream out his name and he goes flying off the edge after her without hesitation.

He reaches back and grabs an arrow, hoping his meticulous quiver arranging pays off because he won’t have chance to fire another before they hit the ground. He takes as careful aim as he can in free-fall and releases the bow string. The arrow comes close to her, missing her my mere centimeters and flies past her toward the ground.

There’s no time to see if it works because a moment later he catches up to her–the push off the side of the building when he first jumped giving him that extra momentum–and they wrap their arms around each other.

He manages to turn them so he takes the brunt of the impact and is glad to hit something soft and pillowy instead of concrete. Felicity lands on top of him, knocking the wind out of him and they bounce once before coming to rest.

"Oliver, Oliver, are you OK?" she asks, pushing up off of him to look into his face, her glasses lost sometime during the fall.

"I’m fine," he grinds out. She relaxes and rolls the rest of the way off him, rocking the giant cushion beneath them.

"I told you the ‘airbag arrow’ was a good idea," she says smugly.

He only sighs in response. He’ll never hear the end of it now.

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