rashaka replied to your post:*deep breathing exercises* Do not engage with the…Instead picture this: Oliver back from a mission, banging open the door to the new lair and crossing the room in a stride. Felicity is up from her chair w/ her arms around his shoulders, leaping into a kiss, hungry and happy and desperate all at once
And then Felicity startles awake at the sound of Oliver putting his bow away, she straightens in her chair, grimacing at the crick in her neck from falling asleep slumped over her keyboard, and she resolves to stop reading trashy dimestore romance novels, because it does weird things to her dreams.
HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF DOING EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE ACCUSING ME OF DOING.
Felicity’s having some good dreams tonight!