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Jax on his bike

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

April 27, 2007

It had been four days since he had last spoken with her, but it felt like an entire lifetime had flashed before his eyes in a matter of a few mere hours. Oliver wasn't concerned with how their previous phone call had ended. As he stood outside her dorm room for the first time in months, he knew that he was in the only place he could possibly be that afternoon and that, no matter the rift between them, Felicity wouldn't turn him away. At least, not initially. Not if he didn't do something to hurt and push her away first. Despite this confidence in her, in her compassion, and in her capacity to forgive him which he admittedly took full advantage of far more than he should, Oliver hesitated to knock. While he didn't doubt that Felicity would emotionally be there for him, he wasn't sure if she would physically be available.

He wasn't a good friend. Hell, he wasn't a good brother or son either, and 'not good' didn't even begin to cover how awful of a boyfriend he was. But, with Felicity, he attempted to be different. Better. Or, at least, he had before their fight over winter break. Since then, he hadn't taken the time to learn about her spring schedule – when her new classes met and when she was now working. So, with one fist poised to knock and the other continuously clenching and releasing in an effort to reign in his nerves, Oliver told himself that he was hesitating, not because he wasn't sure about what to say or do when he finally saw her, but because what if she wasn't there, and he had to deal with Peter The Roommate?

But then the door was opening without him having to knock, and then Felicity was there, and then Oliver just found himself reacting instinctively. “Listen up, Jock-Boy, I can hear you breathing.... Oliver?!”

CONTINUED HERE.
20th-Oct-2015 07:53 pm - FF#35: Chipped Blocks - Chapter Seven
1x08 final scene

Chipped Blocks
An Olicity Flash Fic Story

Flash Fic Prompt #35: A Shot Rang out

Chapter Seven

What the hell do you think you're doing?” Before she could even adjust to the intrusion, before she could even blink, Felicity then felt her left arm being jerked, the momentum of the tug being used to propel her backwards and away from Oliver. “Don't touch her!”

“Connor?”

But the teenager in question ignored his father's reprimand; he ignored all of Oliver's shock and disappointment wrapped up in that one word: his name. Instead of responding to his dad, Connor turned back towards her. “Do you even know who he is?”

Felicity didn't have the time nor the patience for Connor's...tantrum – not when she still had no idea where Mia was, not when she didn't even know if her own daughter was still alive. Yet, in the same breath, she had nothing but time as she waited for word... or for Mia to show up again. Habitually, desperately, Felicity glanced down at her silent, still phone – its dark screen confirming what she already knew... or, more accurately, didn't know. “It's not like I go around kissing strangers, Connor.” As she snapped at him, Felicity clenched. She clenched her fist around her cell, and she clenched her jaw, her words coming out from between her set teeth.

But Connor paid her body language no mind, lost in his own selfish ire. Snorting in derision, he snarked, “you'd be better off.”

“That's enough,” Oliver bit out. He stepped forward both in an effort to shield Felicity and also to highlight how serious he was by looking his son squarely in the eyes. “I get it. You hate me, and I can even admit that you have your reasons, but you do not get to take that anger out on Felicity.”

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"I want your love / give me your love" -

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

April 23, 2007

Felicity....”

Oliver tried to swallow, but there was a lump permanently stuck in his throat. His chest felt empty... like he had no lungs to breathe, no heart to pump life through his veins, and the heaviness of... nothing weighed down upon him. They hadn't talked since Christmas. Hanukkah. Whatever. The holiday itself didn't matter; the distance did. Yet, Oliver had no one to blame but himself, because his anger towards Felicity had vanished just as quickly that night as it had materialized, and the only thing she had hurt was his pride. Oliver had avoided her nonetheless, though – not because he hadn't wanted to talk to her but because he didn't know what to say. Felicity's accusations had forced him to hold a mirror up to his own actions, and even Oliver had found them wanting. Instead of changing, however, or even apologizing, Oliver just pushed her further away. Oh, he still occasionally called her – drunk dialing her number in the middle of the night. Felicity always answered, but she never said anything. And neither did he. But now? Now, there was a truth he couldn't hide from; couldn't drink away, smoke away, fuck away, and the only person he wanted – no, needed – to talk to was the one person his words would perhaps disappoint the most, the one person he deserved the least.

That didn't stop him from calling her, though – not this time.

Instead of an apology, the only thing Oliver found himself capable of saying was a plea. “Felicity, please.”

CONTINUED HERE.
28th-Sep-2015 08:03 pm - FF#34: Chipped Blocks - Chapter Six
Jax on his bike

Chipped Blocks
An Olicity Flash Fic Story

Flash Fic Prompt #34: Lust Muffin & ABSolutely

Chapter Six

Felicity could be his friend. His confidant. His parenting guru. But that was it. That was where Oliver would draw the line – where he had to draw the line, because, no matter what he wanted, he had to do what Felicity, and her daughter, and even Oliver's own son needed. While he was in too deep to get out of the vigilante business at that point, he could decide who else he pulled down along with him, and Felicity and her family would not be on that list.

It would be enough, Oliver was convinced. After last night, after just eating some greasy fast food with another adult and engaging in a genuine, mature conversation, he had felt satisfied. His life was still otherwise a mess, but Oliver had gone home with a weight lifted from his shoulders, and that was without seeking physical comfort from Felicity. If friendship had sustained him then, it would sustain him moving forward.

As Oliver left work, as he blandly tried to pass off the mid-day meeting as a make-up parent/teacher conference to Diggle, as he avoided his bodyguard's inquisitive gaze when they stopped to pick up lunch, and as Oliver made his way down the now bright and airy with the afternoon sun and sounds of a busy high school hallway, he kept repeating this mantra in his head. The more he said it to himself, the more he believed it; and the more he believed it, the more determined Oliver was to see it through. And he'd do so in a way that wouldn't hurt Felicity's feelings or make her think that there was something wrong with her, something that had pushed him away.

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Tara, promo shoot

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

December 16, 2006

If he wasn't so disenchanted with... everything, maybe he wouldn't have been drunk. Already. And, if he wasn't so desperate – and lonely, maybe he wouldn't have noticed that shock of blonde hair and reacted so hastily. Distantly, in the back of Oliver's mind, he knew it wasn't her. She was in Cambridge and probably the very last person who would want to crash a Queen Consolidated Christmas Gala, but that flash of hope, of desire, was strong enough to overpower any common sense his sixth – no, make that his seventh – drink of the night had managed not to completely obliterate, and Oliver charged his way across the room, taking the petite blonde by the arm and turning her around with a unique blend of determination and tenderness.

He was already sighing her name, “Felicity,” when he realized his mistake.

The girl smirked, tilted her head to the side, but the gesture was all wrong. This move wasn't designed to tease but to scrutinize, appraise. When she proceeded to lasciviously lick her lips, Oliver actually felt objectified. Usually, he would appreciate such forwardness, but the moment only served to solidify his regret, reminding him that this woman was not who he wanted her to be and that everyone else saw him as nothing more than an object: a disappointment, a punchline, a tool, a weapon, a toy. “The last time I checked, my sister's name wasn't Felicity. Or... are you no longer dating my sister,” the blonde asked, taking a step closer to Oliver so that her dress subtly brushed against him. At the same time, she lifted a single digit to his chest, the lapel of his jacket used to carefully conceal her touch as her nail unerringly found his left nipple and bit through his dress shirt and into the sensitive flesh with purpose. “If that's the case....”

CONTINUED HERE.
20th-Sep-2015 06:42 pm - FF#33: Chipped Blocks - Chapter Five
1x06 - bike ride

Chipped Blocks
An Olicity Flash Fic Story


Flash Fic Prompt #33: Hide From Evil

Chapter Five

Felicity Smoak was very much a creature of habit. She liked routines. She liked predictability. She even liked schedules – always had... even as a child. While she was invariably the first to embrace new technologies, she had been drinking the same cup of coffee – not literally, because one cup would never be enough and also was there anything worse than stale, hard java? Okay, yes, there was mayonnaise. Felicity had an almost obsessive hatred of the condiment. And there was Windows... every generation. But this wasn't her point. Her point was that she had been drinking the same brand of coffee since college... minus that nine month sabbatical she'd been forced to take away from that which was practically her life blood. And she never rearranged her furniture. (Wasn't that just asking for a stubbed toe – or worse – in the middle of the night?) And she always cleaned the bathrooms on Saturday. After all, cleanliness was practically next to godliness, right, so what could be more observing of the sabbath than scrubbing soap scum and toilet bowl rust?

Even when something happened in her life that was a surprise – like Oliver asking her to have lunch with him after their impromptu, irrational dinner the night before – Felicity tried to balance the deviation away from her norm with tried and true behavior. So, she was treating that morning like any other. She got up, she made coffee, she brushed her teeth while waiting for the beloved stimulant to percolate. While drinking her first cup, she meandered around online, checking out the morning's news-news and, more importantly, its tech-news. She ate a bagel (with smear). She showered, she shampooed, she soaped. She spent a ridiculous amount of time taming the wild nest commonly considered her hair. Felicity then put on her makeup, and she made her way towards her closet where, upon a long ago established pattern, she selected the next outfit up for wear. It was simpler that way – allowing yet another schedule to dictate her fashion choices in the morning. Otherwise, she'd spend far too much time weighing her options, and, with Mia, Felicity didn't need any more reasons to be late.

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"You can have a minute." kiss

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

November 23, 2006

He had to get out, he had to run, he had to escape.

Oliver felt like he couldn't breathe. That wasn't a new phenomena when it came to Queen family dinners; they often resulted in sucking all of the oxygen out of the room, but today was supposed to be different. And maybe that's what made it so much worse, because Oliver wasn't expecting to feel so trapped with just his father, mother, sister, and best friend on Thanksgiving. He should have known better, though.

Queen family dinners were rarely what their name said they should be. Because Queen Consolidated was a family business, his father and mother often used family dinners as a way to show potential investors and business partners the principles behind the letterhead they were prepared to sink their money into. On those few occasions when it really was just the four of them alone in their stiff and formal dining room, those meals turned into lectures on how Oliver needed to behave – what to say, how to act, where to spend his time, who he should spend his time with – in order to better reflect the family reputation. They weren't so much scoldings... as one would expect given his penchant for living down to everyone's worst expectations. Rather, they were warnings and threats. Instead of 'don't be such a slut, Oliver,' his parents chided him against risking a future tied down to the wrong sort of girl. When he was arrested outside of a seedy bar in the wrong part of town, his parents lamented, not the black mark against his record or that he may have a more serious problem than his inability to hold his liquor, but what would their rich and powerful friends think of their son's poor taste and lack of impulse control?

CONTINUED HERE.
Tara, promo shoot

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?

November 1, 2006

Hmm... yeah?”

Felicity's voice was deeper, and it had an edge when she was asleep – tired, and exhausted, and vulnerable in her relaxed state, and Oliver would have been surprised by how much he appreciated the sound of it... if he didn't like everything about Felicity Smoak. “Felicity, open your door.”

“Don't wanna,” she mumbled, whined.

Oliver could then hear the tell-tale sounds of a body turning over, no doubt burrowing even deeper into the blankets. If he had to bet, he'd wager that she was pouting, too. “Come on, Felicity,” he cajoled. “It's a surprise. Everyone loves surprises.”

All he received in response was a huff of indignation. Straining, Oliver listened for further movement – some indication that Felicity was going to get up and not just continue to ignore him. Well, if that's the way she wanted to play this, Oliver was game. Unlike her, he was wide-awake and perhaps just as or even more determined to get his way. He hadn't skipped out on his own Halloween party and flown all the way across the country just to....

Before he could finish his thought, Oliver was startled slightly when the very door he had been asking to be opened was whipped back, revealing a less than pleased to see him Felicity Smoak. Eyes narrowed in feigned perturbation and in actual adjustment to the bright lights of the hallway, Felicity grumbled, “I hate surprises. People claim that they're a selfless gesture, but they're really designed to make those people feel better about themselves, because 'look at what I did for you, and I went to all this extra trouble to surprise you.' Bullshit.”

CONTINUED HERE.
2nd-Aug-2015 07:47 pm - The Night We Met
1x08 final scene
Title: The Night We Met
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A reflective Jax looks back on his relationship with Tara, remembering the night he lost her, that moment when she first gave herself to him, and various stages in between. Moving full circle, it's these recollections that eventually lead him to discover that, eleven years later, she's back in Charming.
Characters: Jax Teller, Tara Knowles (with mentions of Gemma Teller-Morrow, Clay Morrow, John Teller, Thomas Teller, Opie Winston, David Hale, and Tara's Parents
Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst, Song Fic
Status: Complete (1/1)



The Night We Met
A Jax and Tara One Shot

Jax Teller knew every highway, every road, every lane, and every dirt path in Central California. They were his security, his salvation, his livelihood; they were the very things that made him live a life rooted in the present, dependent upon the next run, the next deal, the next crime. Roads paved his way towards the future, and they pulled him back towards the past. His knowledge of every possible route made it so that, physically, Jax was never lost, but mentally? Emotionally? Even with a map, he wouldn't have been able to find himself. Roads were memories, conduits. Night after night, he traveled them. Alone. When he should have been sleeping, when he should have been getting the shit-storm that was his life in order, Jax, instead, rode around searching for something that could no longer be found. Roads were futility. They were his damnation.

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28th-Jul-2015 06:36 pm - FF#32: Chipped Blocks - Chapter Four
1x06 - bike ride

Chipped Blocks
An Olicity Flash Fic Story

Flash Fic Prompt #32: Rules of Engagement

Chapter Four

Oliver was lonely.

If someone would have told his twenty-one year old self that, eighteen years later, he'd be sitting inside of a fast food joint, speeding towards forty, and essentially waiting to meet someone who didn't even qualify as a blind date, he would have found that more improbable than getting shipwrecked on an island for five years. What's more, that he'd be parent-less before middle age; that he'd never marry (let alone get divorced a few times over); that his life would revolve around running the family company he had never had any interest in and trying to selflessly, anonymously protect and serve, save, his city; that Tommy, and Laurel, and Sara would all be dead? No, this was certainly not where pre-Island Ollie had seen his life going.

Up until a few months ago – up until Oliver had found out that he was a father to a seventeen year old son, he had never noticed how quiet, how boring his existence was. He worked with and employed thousands of people, and his sister ran and operated a nightclub, so his day to day life was filled with noise. At night, he went out in a mask and hood and shot arrows into pimps and drug dealers, into profiteers and rapists, so his life was anything but staid.

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