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fandomblues · 6 years

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Good Vibes [Billy Hargrove]

Fandom ; Stranger Things

Pairings ; Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary ; Billy’s hooked on the shy girl at Hawkins High who works at the library after school. He’s drawn towards her positivity and innocence, and after a while, manages to get her to go on a date with him despite his atrocious reputation.

Warning(s) ; making-out, swearing

Word Count ; 3.9k+

Author’s Note ; I have a Bucky Barnes fic lined up to be released on the 9th of June and another Billy Hargrove fic to be released on the 16th of June so stay tuned and enjoy this piece of writing in the mean time. Constructive feedback is always appreciated xx

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A head of blonde curls poked out from the corner of the back shelf. Billy looked down one aisle, before turning his head and looking down the other. He cursed silently to himself at the thought of almost being caught hanging out in the public library. He would rather die than be seen browsing through books.

Truth be told, Billy Hargrove wouldn't even have been hanging in the library if it wasn't for you. Y/N L/N. He was hooked on you, though he would most probably never admit it out loud. You were one of the librarians at the public library, and Billy had noted that you went there to work for a few hours everyday after school, with the exception of Thursdays, when you went after Yearbook Club meetings. You visited the coffee shop nearby before heading off to the library each time, always ordering a mocha latte with extra milk and a bagel with cream cheese and ham. If they were out of bagels, you opted for a regular sugar doughnut. He knew you knocked off on the dot at 6:45 everyday and you would walk for twenty minutes back home because you didn't have a license.

You always carried a book with you, no matter the weather, and seemed to be quite a big fan of Charles Dickens (whoever that was). Billy also knew you lived with your dad, who was often out at the hospital working long shifts because he was one of the surgeons there, which meant that you were left alone quite often. He also noted that you had a snowy white persian cat, who he'd seen on many occasions sitting on your windowsill.

He really couldn't deny the fact it was creepy; stalkerish even, that he even knew all these facts about you when he hadn't even uttered one word to you yet. He'd spent the last two months observing you, carefully planning out how to introduce himself while not looking like a jackass. He had quite the reputation in Hawkins, and he was sure you would have heard about his antics some way or other. He needed to make a good impression.

Billy stepped out from behind the shelf as he saw some freshmen leave the library, chattering amongst themselves as they failed to notice the resident bad boy lingering behind. It was 6:35, which meant you would be knocking off soon. Billy seemed like a creep as he hung around the shelves, his body half concealed by the wood as he gazed at you sitting behind the desk. You eventually stood up when you checked the clock and began packing up your things. Your glasses slipped down your nose slightly when you bent down to pick up your things, prompting you to push them up. Billy liked your glasses. He thought it made you look nice. Not that you weren't already pretty without them or anything.

"Hey, Y/N. Could you put these books back real quick before you go? Higgins just returned them," Billy saw your coworker ask you. Your voice sang out an agreement and you took them and began walking towards the aisles. Billy panicked for a moment, and he ducked behind the shelves and pretended to be interested in whatever what was on the shelf. What Billy really didn't expect was for you to turn into the aisle that he was standing in.

You looked up, startled to find Billy Hargrove, of all the people, standing in front of you in the library.

"Oh! Hello Billy," you greeted, your voice interlaced with surprise. Billy let out a rather high-pitched yelp when he came face to face with you, and slammed his head into the shelf by accident. He grunted and his hand flew to his forehead on instinct to soothe his bump. So much for a good impression.

You gasped when he hit himself and your free hand shot out in front of you, ready to steady him if he fell. "Are you alright?" you asked, concerned.

He gazed down at you and leaned against the shelf to steady himself. "Uh... yeah, i'm fine," he muttered. You gave him a worried smile and he shuffled over to the side to give you space to re-shelf the returned books.

"Fancy seeing you here," you hummed. "Never took you for being one to read."

Billy chuckled. "I guess i'm full of surprises, babe." You blushed a little at his nickname for you, which definitely did not go unnoticed by Billy. He grinned a little, his confidence soaring just a tad bit at the fact that he had ignited such a reaction from you. His nervousness was slowly disappearing.

"I didn't know you worked here. Thought you just liked coming here to study," Billy lied. You looked up at him shyly and smiled wider. "And I didn't know you were interested in taxidermy," you teased, gesturing to section of the books that you had just placed on the shelf.

Billy looked at you and blinked a few times. "Uh yeah," he stuttered out. "It's a hobby of mine." He didn't know what the hell you just said, but he went along with it anyway.

Billy observed how your eyes widened a little, partially in shock, but there was also a tinge of weariness in them. Your lips parted and damn, did they look so kissable at the moment. He offered you a goofy smile. "Surprised?" he asked.

You laughed nervously. "Yeah actually, didn't know you were into those kind of stuff. It's personally a little weird to me."

Billy was getting increasingly confused by the second, so he looked down to check the title of one of the books in the section, and he swore his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he read it.

The World of Taxidermy: The Art of Animal Stuffing

Billy's arms shot out and he waved them frantically, earning you a look that clearly screamed out: crazy man alert. "No! I'm... It's... It's not a hobby. I don't... I don't actually..."

While Billy struggled to find an excuse, you slowly put two and two together and you giggled. Billy paused his blabbering and peered at you. Your laugh was like music to his ears, and he temporarily forgot what he was trying to defend himself about and let a stupid smile stretch across his face.

"You don't really know what taxidermy is, do you?"

Billy scratched the back of his neck and shook his head guiltily. "Not really, princess," he admitted. "I was just looking for some... other... stuff?" he replied lamely. It came out more of a question than a statement though.

You laughed a little and stuck out your hand hesitantly. You still weren't the best around people. "I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduced. Billy shook your hand. It felt smooth against the roughness of his own palm. "Billy Hargrove, but you already knew that."

You withdrew your hand and cocked at your head and looked up at the boy curiously. "And what exactly were you looking for then? I could direct you to the section before I knock off."

Billy racked his head for a random answer and the words came flying out of his mouth before he could register anything. "Charles Dickens."

You eyes lit up like the Fourth of July and an excited smile graced your face. Billy had never seen anything so pretty in his life.

"Really? Charles Dickens? You're a fan of him?"

Billy nodded eagerly. He knew it was stupid, considering that the moment you started talking about his work meant that he would have to join in too to carry on with his lie, and the fact that he didn't know one thing about this Charlie Dick and Chickens guy didn't help.

"I definitely wouldn't have pinned you as someone who liked Charles, I mean, given your reputation and all. No offense," you quipped as you turned around to direct him to the correct section.

Billy was hot on your heels behind you. "None taken, princess. Like I said, full of surprises."

You brought him to one of the shelves smack in the middle of library and you skimmed your fingers over the books gingerly as you searched for his name. "What's your favorite book by him, if you don't mind me asking?" you questioned. You didn't often make conversation on your own accord, but with Billy, you felt strangely comfortable enough. He seemed so different from the macho guy he portrayed himself to be in school. And the fact that he was a fan of Charles Dickens made you more inclined to have conversation with him.

Billy gaped at you for a second, and he was thankful you weren't facing him at the moment to see how stupid he looked. "A Tale of Two Cities," he replied after a few seconds. Billy had seen you carrying around that one before.

"That's a nice one, though I prefer A Christmas Carol. A little more magical, you know?"

You found the author's name and you gestured to it to point it out to Billy. He thanked you and bent down, tilting his head to skim through the titles of the books.

Billy squatted on the floor for a while before he noticed that you were still lingering behind him curiously, clearly expecting him to choose a couple of books. He could smell your shampoo that you used - rose syrup, and he desperately wanted to have his sheets stained with that smell. It would remind him of you.

He decided to pull out A Christmas Carol, A Tale of Two Cities and a random one he spotted that read 'Oliver Twist'.

"Rereading the old ones," he laughed nervously, waving the books in his hands. "Can't ever get enough."

You laughed and nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him. Billy swore the butterflies in his stomach immediately turned into a raging zoo of animals.

You helped him check out the books before you got your bag and slung it over your shoulder, once again readjusting your spectacles.

"You need a ride?" Billy asked as the both of you exited the building. He obviously already knew that you did since he knew you didn't own a car. However, much to his despair, you shook your head. "No thank you, Billy."

He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he stopped short. "Don't you walk home everyday though?"

You stopped with him and you peered at him suspiciously. "How did you know that?" you asked as you fiddled with your bag strap. Billy started stuttering when you asked that and his ears turned red. "Uh... just a guess. I've seen you walking along the pavement... sometimes... when I drive... by..."

Thankfully, you seemed to believe Billy and you let it slide, and you agreed to a ride from him.

It was a nice start to a good friendship.

You sauntered out of school, robotically making a beeline for the familiar parking space where Billy's camaro was always at.

After you had met him at the library and he had dropped you off, you had started talking. He pestered you in school to ask you for book recommendations from time to time, until you invited him over one day to do homework. You got closer, and an unlikely friendship formed between the lion and the lamb.

Of course though, the only reason you became friends was because of Billy's vicious lies. After he had dropped you off and went back home, he gave your favourite author a chance and read the first few pages of Oliver Twist. Maybe it was because he was eager to get your approval and attention, or maybe Charles Dickens was just such a good author that he could appeal to reckless bad boys with anger issues who hated studying, but he strangely liked it. He spent the next few nights in his bed crying (yes, crying!) over Oliver's terrible past and wishing he could punch Mr Bumble for being such a little bitch to the poor boy.

Then he took the initiative to read the other books, and after a few weeks he was back at the library, only this time he wasn't there to stalk you, but to ask you more about Charles Dickens.

Billy became more acquainted with you, and you two slowly moved your friendship out of the tiny library to school. He occasionally flirted and dropped hints to try and get you to go out with him, but each time you just brushed it off as playful banter. Billy was always disappointed when you assumed that, but he never said anything more because he didn't want to scare you away.

Unbeknownst to him, you had also started developing a little infatuation with the charming boy. All his teasing always made you blush and giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl, but you figured that the big King of Hawkins wouldn't ever like a nerdy one like you. You only thought of yourself as his friend, and tried to push away your feelings.

Students at Hawkins were perplexed about your strange friendship and often threw you two curious looks. Until Billy threatened to knock everyone's teeth out if they kept looking, that is.

You had told him to stop being so nasty to everyone. He replied that he didn't like people looking at you because the only person who should even be looking at you for long periods of time was him. You blushed at that. Billy always made you blush.

He hung around your lockers to wait for you after classes, and he drove you to and from school (which you quite appreciated since you were relieved you didn't have to walk so much anymore). He was always waiting for you in his car. Only this time he wasn't.

You reached the familiar blue camaro and was obviously confused to not find the mullet-wearing boy leaning against the hood as usual with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

You looked around the carpark, thinking that he might've been late. But after twenty minutes, his presence failed to grace you. You had given up, a little disappointed that he had just ditched you like that, and started walking away from his car, when you heard his voice behind you.

"Y/N! Hey, princess, i'm so sorry about that," he panted. He bent down and rested his hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath and you gazed down at him in concern. "Billy, where were you?"

It was only then that you noticed the obnoxiously colorful bouquet in his hands. It was a ridiculous mix of pink carnations, pink tulips, red roses, baby's breath, yellow dahlias and white daisies. The crazy bunch of flowers was haphazardly tied together with a simple blue bow. Or at least that was what it looked like; It kind of looked like a knot.

"Uh... For you," Billy stuttered out, standing up straight abruptly and shoving the crazy bouquet in front of you. You eyes widened a little and your lips parted in surprise as you reached out hesitantly to take it from him. You were just about to grab it from him when you noticed some scrap marks and bruises on his knuckles, and suddenly the thought of why he was even giving you flowers seemed to fly out of your brain.

"Billy, your hands!" you gasped. You grabbed his hand and yanked it closer to you, making him stumble forward. Your spectacles slipped down your nose a little as a result of your actions and you aggressively adjusted them. Billy's hand still tightly gripped the plants as you got a closer look at it, turning it here and there to check for any more injuries. He felt his skin tingle as your fingers grazed his injuries.

"It's fine, princess," Billy sighed. "Nothing to worry about."

"It was another fight, wasn't it? What were you trying to do? Punch the guy with your flowers?" you sassed, squinting at the cuts on his knuckles. Billy grinned at that. In the past, you never would've said anything sarcastic, but here you were. He must've rubbed some of his personality off on you. Billy wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"It was nothing, really. M' sorry," he murmured. It was a rare occasion that Billy ever apologized, but he didn't want to see you so worried. You deserved all the happiness in the world. "I won't do it again. But here." Billy pushed the flowers closer to you and took them from him.

"What's the occasion?" you asked, looking down to admire the pretty little things as you halted the conversation about his injuries. "Uh... no occasion. Just wanted to give my favourite girl a little something," he flirted. "I picked them myself."

You laughed at that. "I'm not surprised. This bouquet is rather... exotic," you giggled. You could feel a blush start to spread across your cheeks once again and you used the flowers to hide your shy smile. You were quite touched at his little gesture.

"I hope that's a good thing," Billy said, frowning. "It is," you replied as you went to the other side of his car and got in.

"Sorry for leaving you here waiting for so long," Billy repeated as he started the ignition. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, and you couldn't help but let your eyes get drawn to his cut knuckles once again.

You reached out and brushed them again, causing Billy to stiffen. "What really happened, Bill?" you sighed.

Billy stared out the window to avoid your eyes and mumbled something incoherent. "What? I didn't hear you," you said, leaning towards him closer. "I said Nelson Parks was talking about how great your ass looked today and how he wanted to bang you in his car," he spoke up a little louder. You immediately went tomato red at his sentence and you turned away, embarrassed. "And I punched him because I don't think anybody should be talking about you like that," he continued.

Billy failed to mention that the only person who should even be talking about your ass was him.

"That's sweet, Billy, but you shouldn't go round hitting people because of that," you murmured, toying with the little flowers in your hand as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose again. "It's a little mean," you stated innocently.

Billy looked over at you and his heart fluttered. "I know, princess. But he shouldn't even have been talking about you like that!" he protested. "He was asking for me to beat him up!"

You placed your hand on his shoulder and gave it a firm but comforting squeeze. It was as if you had magical powers, because Billy calmed down just as quick as he got agitated. You had a nice, comforting aura surrounding you.

"I won't beat anyone up again if you really don't like it, princess," Billy stated. "I really like you and I don't want to see you so disappointed all the time," he admitted.

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes and your eyes widened. Billy frowned at your surprised reaction. "Why do you look so surprised at that?" he questioned.

"What did you say?" you asked in shock, clutching the flowers in your hands so tightly your knuckles began to turn white.

Billy raised his eyebrows. "I said I wouldn't beat anyo-"

"No, not that. The next part," you cut him off, shaking your head vigorously.

Billy cocked his head to the side. "Princess, you're scaring me. What did I say? I just said i didn't like seeing you so sad all t-"

"You said you liked me, Billy."

Billy's eyes grew just as wide as yours when you mentioned his little slip up and his hand flew to his mouth. You both stared at each other, quite obviously dumbstruck. Billy was the first to speak up. "Princess, I didn't mean to scare you like that! Let's just go home. We'll do homework or read or something, it’s up to you. Forget I said that, okay? I-I wasn't... I didn't mean to tell yo-"

You pressed your lips to his to shut him up. It was a bold move, considering your personality.

His eyes screwed shut and he returned your kiss eagerly. It was even better than Billy had imagined. You tasted like the pineapple chapstick you always used, with a tinge of sweetness. Probably from that sugar donut you were eating earlier during lunch. Your lips were soft and you just tasted so goddamn fucking delicious. Billy had to restrain himself from shoving his tongue down your throat or even just biting your bottom lip. He knew you hadn't kissed a lot of guys in the past so he wanted this to be simple and enjoyable for you.

He hadn't planned on having you guys' first kiss like this, but he definitely wasn't complaining. You pulled away after you started running out of breath and Billy almost melted into goo then and there just by looking at your lips. They were redder now that you had kissed him, the pinkish shade standing out from you skin tone. He needed another taste.

Billy brought you back into another kiss, this time running his tongue over your bottom lip. You shivered and let out a little moan as you kissed him back. Billy immediately noted that your moan was officially his favorite sound.

Your hands abandoned the flowers on your lap and you brought them up to wrap them around Billy's neck to pull him closer, if it was even possible. You both pulled away after a while when you were on the verge of passing out due to a lack of oxygen. Both of you sat there panting and staring at each other, before you and Billy dissolved into a fit of giggles. You had to adjust your glasses as they started to slip off again. The lenses had even fogged up a little.

"I really like you, Y/N. You're one of the most amazing girls I've ever met," Billy repeated. He was being careful about this. Yes, you guys had kissed but he didn't want to accidentally do something to blow his chances with you. "I wanna take you out somewhere."

Billy said it so casually, you wouldn't even have thought it was him trying to ask you out on a date. He wasn't the most romantic, but Billy was definitely trying. You smiled. "Was that what the flowers were for?"

His cheeks flushed pink just a tad bit. "Yeah I wanted to try asking you out, but Nelson Parks held me up a bit. I had to teach him a lesson about talking about my girl that way."

You laughed melodically, throwing your head back. "God, you're such a romantic," you teased. You leaned forward and pecked his cheek, earning yourself a stupid grin from Billy.

You sat back in your seat and picked up the flowers Billy had picked for you, bringing them to your nose and taking a whiff of floral scents. You gave him a side glance, smiling shyly. "Pick me up at 7?" you asked. He leant forward close to your face and this time, Billy was the one pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose, giving you a smirk as he did so.

"It's a date, princess."

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spaztronautwriter · 7 years

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The Door is Ajar (an Olicity fic)

I had this idea in my head about an Olicity reunion fic, but I wasn’t a fan of the way the ending just sort of petered out so I’ve been sitting on it, but hey whatever. It’s abrupt and probably kind of dumb but I reread it today and it made me laugh so… Hope it makes someone smile!

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Oliver goes to Felicity before he tells Susan.

He’s already decided he’ll tell her he’s the Green Arrow tonight. His biggest secret. But they’ve been dating for months now and if he wants them to have any real chance then he has to tell her. He’s learned that much.

That’s how he ends up standing in the elevator of his former campaign office and the current—(ly) cramped—office of the brand new Smoak Technologies, watching Felicity as her fingers fly over her keyboard. He’d always liked watching her work. He shook his head, remembering that that’s not really something he gets to do anymore. Gaze at her while she’s not paying attention. She doesn’t want that and he’s with Susan so…

He clears his threat.

“Oliver!” Felicity startles, her chair wheeling away from the desk a little as she looks up at him, eyes wide and hand to her chest. “We have to put a bell on you.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, stepping away from the elevator and closing up the secret passage by tapping that spot on the molding. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I thought you’d hear the elevator…”

“Yeah, sorry. I was…” Felicity shakes her head, gesturing to the screen. “What did you need?”

Taking a deep breath, Oliver moves to her desk. His fingers twitch, itching for his bow the way they always do when he’s nervous.

"I’m going to tell Susan I’m the Green Arrow,” he says. Short and sweet.

What’s not so sweet is the deer in the headlights look that crosses Felicity’s face before she shrugs her shoulders and stands up from her chair.

"Oh, that’s…” She swallows, then tries again. “That’s a pretty big step.”

Oliver breathes out slowly. “I know. But if this thing with her has any hope of being real then—”

"You think it’s real with her?” Felicity blurts, then gestures awkwardly with one hand while stepping closer. “I mean, you’ve been dating her, obviously, but I didn’t know…”

She trails off and Oliver suddenly doesn’t know where to look. Making eye contact with her has never been this hard.

"I think I owe it myself to find out,” he says slowly. “And Susan and I… we’re in a place where she deserves to know the truth.”

Felicity’s lips twist at that, just slightly, but then she smiles—too brightly in Oliver’s opinion—and turns back toward her desk.

"Well, I guess the Arrow Cave will be getting a little more crowded after today. Not that much more crowded,” she adds hastily, spinning back to face him. “Obviously, because Susan’s tiny. Unless she’s pregnant with twins or something I don’t think she’ll ever take up much space. Not—” Felicity slams her eyes shut— “that she’s pregnant. I just meant—”

"Felicity,” Oliver interrupts softly, but it has the desired effect. Felicity relaxes, shoulders slumping as she leans back into her desk. She still won’t meet his eyes though. “I just wanted to let you know before I said anything. I already told the rest of the team, but you were up here so…”

Her eyes flash open and she watches him for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”

Then she’s moving back behind her desk and Oliver can’t help it, he’s moving too.

"I just,” he starts nervously, his forefinger rubbing against his thumb. “Please, don’t get mad, but I have to ask. You said,” he swallows roughly, wondering why on earth he’s bringing this up again, “that the door was closed between us and I just need to know if that’s still the case.”

Her eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before she bites her lip and nods. “Mmhm. Yup. Why wouldn’t it be?”

The muscles in his jaw are straining from keeping his emotions off his face, but he had to ask. He had to make sure…

"Right,” he tells her, giving her one last smile. “Well, I’ve gotta go to work. And you are already at work so…” He taps one finger on the desk beside her awkwardly and then straightens. “I’ll see you later.”

"Yup,” she says, bright smile still in place as she watched him go.

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She watches him go, her heart beating out of her chest. She’s surprised he couldn’t hear it, it feels so loud in her ears.

Oliver’s relationship with Susan was real, or it would be after he told her his big green secret. Although, if he was even considering telling her it was because it was real. Because he…

She couldn’t make herself even think the L word. She felt sick.

“Felicity, I just had a thought about the…” Curtis comes rushing in through the elevator—second time in ten minutes she failed to notice it opening right beside her. She needs to install a chime on that thing. Although, that would sort of defeat the purpose of a secret elevator…

"Felicity,” Curtis says, leaning down to look at her. “Are you okay?”

It’s only when she tilts her head up to look at him that she feels the tears tracking down her cheeks. Guess an “I’m fine” isn’t going to cut it this time. Instead she shakes her head and closes her eyes.

"Is this about Oliver and Susan?” he asks knowingly and Felicity’s head snaps up—way up because Curtis is tall—and then even more tears are falling.

"He’s going to have twins with her,” she sobs, knowing it’s hysterical and stupid, but it’s all she can think about. Oliver’s inviting a stranger—not a stranger, his girlfriend—into their home and then he’s going to marry her and have kids with her and Felicity’s going to have watch the entire thing play out like some kind of fairytale where Felicity’s the troll ex-girlfriend. And what if Susan doesn’t want her around anymore? She seems like the kind of person who likes to stake her claim from the few times Felicity has met her. What if she told Oliver that Felicity had to go? What if Oliver listened to her? Because he’d have to, right? What kind of man doesn’t listen to the mother of his children?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Curtis says, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Where is all that coming from? Oliver just said he was telling her about being Green Arrow!”

Felicity shakes her head, feeling stupid, but also heartbroken because her scenario might be outlandish now, but it won’t be someday. Someday soon, most likely, considering the way she knows Oliver feels about marriage and children.

"What did Oliver say to you exactly?” Curtis says, one hand still on her shoulder.

"He told me he was going to tell Susan he was the Green Arrow because they were in a place where she deserved the truth and he wanted to see if things were real between them.”

Curtis lifts an eyebrow and Felicity takes a deep breath, trying not to blush at her over reaction.

"And you got twins from that?” he asks.

She grimaces, her nose scrunching up in embarrassment. “There was a babble in there somewhere that got us to twins.”

"From him?”

"From me,” she admits, hanging her head. She lets out a long, shaky breath. “He moved on.”

She says it so quietly, her voice so heartbroken, that when she looks up she’s sure she’ll see pity in Curtis’s eyes. Except, when she does look up, the only thing she sees is disappointment.

"Of course he did,” he says, shaking his head. “You’ve been telling him to for almost a year now.”

Felicity is so caught off guard by that—it’s been a year already?—that she doesn’t recognize the admonition for what it is.

"Felicity, what did you think he was going to do? Just be single forever? A guy who looks like that?”

"No,” she argues, “I just… I didn’t think… He’s always been…” She can’t figure out how to explain it to him. “Except for when I first met him, he’s always—”

"Been in love with you,” Curtis surmises, somehow from nothing but sentence fragments. Felicity bites her lip, nodding, because basically?

She’d been so angry when she first left him, so hurt. And then she was so sure that things were over between them. That she was right and he’d never change, but then he had. He’d been changing ever since the break up and now, with some distance between her and the pain, she could recognize it. He was more open now, and this whole Susan thing only proved that he isn’t interested in keeping secrets anymore. The only problem is, it isn’t Felicity he’s not keeping secrets from. It’s someone else now. She feels herself spiraling again and looks up at Curtis, but he’s still looking at her with that same disappointment in his eyes.

"He’s not just going to wait forever, Felicity. He’s going to move on. He’s going to start a life and, eventually, probably a family with someone else,” he says like he isn’t slowly ripping her heart out with every word. “It’s going to happen. The question is, are going to let it?”

Felicity looks at him, her unvoiced huh in her eyes.

"Oh, come on!” he says, jumping up to his full height. “Haven’t you ever watched a romantic comedy before?”

"My life is not a romantic comedy,” she tells him. “Trust me.”

"Because you two are so dead set on making it a tragedy,” he mutters to himself before facing her again. “Look. Are you still mad at him?”

"No,” she says quickly, because she isn’t. Hasn’t been in a long time. Bitter maybe, but not mad.

"Do you trust him?”

"With my life.”

"No,” Curtis says, shaking his head. “With your heart?”

Felicity is caught off guard by her answer. “Yes.”

She wonders if maybe it isn’t true. If maybe she’s just saying it because she wants it to be true, but then she thinks, is there really a difference? It was the natural answer, the one that came from her heart and not her head. Even if it’s something they still need to work on, she knows it could be true, with time.

"Then what is holding you back? Because Oliver still loves you,” Curtis says with a shrug. “I know it might be hard to believe right now, but trust me. I’ve seen the way he—”

"It might,” Felicity interrupts with a grimace, “not be so hard to believe.”

"What is that face?” Curtis demands, pointing at said face. “What aren’t you telling me?”

Felicity shrugs. “Oliver may have… askedifthedoorwasreallyclosedbetweenus.” At Curtis’s confused look, she sighs and says more slowly, “Oliver asked if the door was really closed between us.”

"Just now?” he asks, pointing a thumb behind him in the direction that Oliver went. To work. To Susan. To his new life without her. “Felicity, that's—” he begins excitedly before it quickly fades. “What did you say?”

She bites her lip.

"Felicity!” Curtis admonishes again. “And you expect him not to try with Susan after you just told him—again—that things were over between you?”

But it’s not that, she wants to argue. Sure, she’s slammed the door shut on him time and time again. She’d originally done it because she needed to, and then because she was scared, because what if he does it again in the future? What if she lets him back in and he hurts her again? But that wasn’t what this time was about. No, she knows Oliver feels terrible for ruining their relationship last year. She’s aware that he’s been hurting the same way she has and that he’s been trying to do better. That he has been doing better, but… it’s hard to convince herself that interfering in his current relationship would be the right thing to do.

What if she’s wrong about him? Or about how she feels? What if this is just jealousy speaking? Things had been a little easier when she was with… It’s still hard to think his name sometimes without the sharp knife of guilt stabbing through her gut again. She’s been doing better recently, but maybe this, what she’s feeling, is just loneliness. She admits that seeing Oliver with Susan while she has no one to go home to at night stings like a bitch at times—all the time—but she’s been brushing it off, telling herself it was just because of everything with Billy. Except she’s pretty sure she’s lying. She felt this particular sting long before Billy died. She remembers feeling it before she and Oliver had ever even gotten together. She remembers it with Isabel, with Sara, Laurel… She’d even, selfishly, felt it with Nyssa once when Ra’s had forced his daughter to marry Oliver in some League of Assassins form of shotgun wedding. Maybe swordpoint wedding was the more accurate term?

"Felicity,” Curtis says, pulling her from her rambling thoughts. “Do you still love him?”

"Of course,” she says and this answer she’s not surprised with at all. The problem was never loving Oliver. She’d always loved him. The problem was whether or not he was willing to let her in. But… wasn’t that exactly what he was going to do with Susan right now. He was letting her in on the biggest secret he had, a huge part of his life, and he was doing it simply because he wanted a relationship to work out for once.

Maybe… He did ask her if the door was closed for good, which means he was hoping it wasn’t. Being afraid to let him back in is just as bad as him being afraid to share things with her, isn’t it? Yes, he’s with someone else, but…

"I love him.”

"Then get your butt down to City Hall and tell him, before he really does wind up fathering some other woman’s twins because you took too long.”

Felicity gives him a look, but Curtis just hands her her coat instead.

"Go!”

###

It takes her too long to get to City Hall.

In reality, it’s only like fifteen minutes, but to her it feels like days before she’s free of traffic and running up the steps and into the building, down the hall and past Oliver’s secretary, who only gives her a small smile as she darts by.

But it was still too long. She pushes open the door to Oliver’s office to find him standing beside his desk with Susan, his hands on her elbows as he smiles, leaning down towards her.

They both startle as Felicity comes barreling into the room, then stops dead when she realizes what she’s walked in on. He’s going to kiss her. Or he was, before Felicity interrupted. Did that mean he’d already told her? Did she take it well?

"Felicity,” Oliver says, but it’s Susan who’s takes a small step towards her.

"Felicity, are you alright?” she asks. “What’s wrong?”

"Felicity,” Oliver says again, softer this time as he moves around the desk, around Susan, and heads straight for her. It’s only when she sees the worried look in his eyes that she realizes she probably looks like a crazy person. She’d rushed here, her hair is probably a mess, and she knows she’s an emotional wreck at this point. She needs to tell him how she feels, she knows she does, but how?

"The door is ajar,” Felicity blurts, with all the delicacy of a bull in a china shop.

Oliver and Susan just look confused. Susan actually glances behind her at the door Felicity’s just pushed her way through, uninvited.

Nice one, Smoak. Real smooth.

She closes her eyes and tries again. “The door,” she says, gesturing helplessly to Oliver, hoping he’ll just know what she means. “I thought it was closed, but it’s not. It's… it’s ajar. Do you understand?”

She even laughs a little, nervous energy rippling through her as she waits for a reaction. His face has gone completely blank, which leads her to believe he at least partially understands what she is trying to say. His face is always blank when he’s processing, or uncomfortable, or trying to figure out how to let her down easy. Oh god, what is she doing?

"I know it’s probably really bad timing…”

"Ajar?” he repeats and, for a moment, she almost thinks he doesn’t understand, but there’s hope in his voice and his eyes and Felicity feels a tightness in her chest ease as she nods.

###

Leave it to Felicity to make him so happy just by blurting out a word like ajar.

Oliver can actually feel every broken, beaten down part of him piece itself back together at the tiny smile tugging at her lips. He wants to go to her, to scoop her up in his arms and never let go, but he can feel Susan’s eyes on him.

His girlfriend, Susan. The woman he just promised to tell his biggest secret over dinner at her place in a few hours. He looks at her, at the confused and maybe a little hurt expression on her face, and turns back to Felicity.

"Could you wait in the conference room for a few minutes?” he asks her. He’s petrified to let her go any further than that. She could change her mind, or get scared off. He can’t risk it, not before he truly talks to her. “Please,” he adds and exhales in relief when she gives him a small, but understanding smile.

The moment Felicity’s through the glass doors of the conference room, Susan is already turning on him.

"So I guess dinner is off then,” she says, her hurt and anger cutting through her words.

"Susan, I'm—”

"Sorry,” she finishes for him. “I know.” She picks up her coat from where it sits on arm of the couch. “And I get it. She’s giving you another chance—I guess. I’m honestly not even sure what she was talking about, but… by the look on your face, I assume you do. That look says it all really.”

"I am sorry, Susan,” he tries again. “This thing with you, it did mean something. It wasn’t just a rebound or a fling. I wasn’t waiting for her—”

"You were,” she says, roughly slipping her arms through her jacket sleeves and picking up her purse. “You’ve been waiting ever since she left you. And,” she adds as walks to the door before turning on her heel to face him, “if I were you I’d make sure there aren’t any more skeletons in your closet to scare her off again. You never know when the past will come back to bite you.”

And with those ominous words, she pulls his office door open and marches out.

###

She tries to pretend to read her phone and give them some privacy, but Susan isn’t exactly subtle as she gathers her things and marches out of the office, so the moment the other woman is gone Felicity makes her way back to Oliver.

He’s leaning against the front of his desk, head slumped to his chest.

"Hey,” she says quietly, keeping her distance in case he wants some space, but the moment he sees her his whole face lights up.

"Hey,” he says back, shifting awkwardly as if he wants to move towards her, but doesn’t know if he should and suddenly all she wants is to be wrapped up in his arms.

She’s moving before she can think better of it, before she can decide to impose limits and a timeline and actually say the words take things slow out loud. Instead she hurls herself into his arms and buries her face in his chest. Her glasses squish uncomfortably into her cheek, but she couldn’t care less because Oliver is holding her. For the first time in almost a year, she feels safe and loved and… home.

And then she’s crying.

She feels him stiffen, so she wraps her arms around his waist tighter, clinging to him, and finally he relaxes. He exhales slowly, running a hand through her hair, but he doesn’t say anything. He lets her cry and when she finally looks up there are tears shining in his eyes too.

"Sorry,” she says with a little laugh and a shake of her head. “I didn’t mean to burst in here like that. Well, no, I did, but I didn’t expect Susan to actually be here when I did.”

"Yeah, she surprised me too,” he says, a hand moving slowly up and down her spine like he can’t stop touching her. She knows what that’s like. Both of her hands are dug into his suit jacket, probably wrinkling it, but she can’t bring herself to let go.

"I’m sorry if I messed things up for you.”

"Never,” he counters quickly. He laughs at her incredulous look. “Really. It’s fine. Though I’m kind of surprised after… well, after what you said back at your office.”

Felicity nods, ducking her head sheepishly. “I know, I’m sorry. I was scared and I didn’t want to promise you anything and mess up things between you and Susan, but then I didn’t want you to have twins with her and Curtis said it was like a romantic comedy and this is not how I planned this speech going in my head,” she finishes with a frustrated huff. “What I mean is, Curtis asked me what I really wanted and the answer was… I want to open the door again and see where it leads us.”

Oliver grins and it’s perhaps the most blinding smile she’s seen on him since their time away from Star City two years ago.

"I want that, too,” he says. “And whatever you need me to do to make this work just say the word, because if there’s even a chance you might want to take me back then I’m here. I’ll do anything.”

"You don’t have to do anything that you haven’t already been doing,” she assures him with a teasing smile and it feels good honestly. It’s been so long since she’s smiled like this, since she’s felt this lighthearted. “All those changes you’ve been making are kind of impressive, Mr. Mayor.”

Oliver shivers at her teasing, or maybe at the hand that’s slipped under his suit jacket. “I’ve fantasized about you calling me that,” he admits in a whisper.

Felicity laughs, trying to control a shiver of her own when his hands encircle her waist. “Oh, god. We’re going to be even worse this time than the first time, aren’t we?”

"When we left Star City?” he asks with a grin. “Oh, yeah. Way worse. But…” And he lets go of her waist to reach behind him and take her hands in his. “Also so much better.”

"Yeah,” she agrees, smiling up at him.

They have a lot to talk about, a lot to decide, but now that they both know where they stand, things will be much much better.

#olicity fanfiction #olicity fic #olicity fanfic #olicity #I literally wrote this because I wanted to make a door is ajar joke... what is wrong with me #just something about you one shots

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