sexting

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the sexting meme. Probably the easiest meme ever. Post a blank with post with your character's name and universe. For the replier, the reply must be a dirty text to the poster's phone, or a picture of naughty parts. It can be on purpose ...or a mistyped number. ("Whoops, sorry I showed you my junk! ... But how was it?!") The original poster can reply to the text or ignore it. Have fun!

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[notin]

[ She's almost used to the sight of him. Almost. In a way, she may never get completely used to it, no matter what. But it doesn't leave her quite as as breathless, or speechless, as it used to. ]

[ This tone he's talking to her with, on the other hand. She's heard him talking about - and to - Laurel, when she first had a chance to know him a little bit. Then he'd used it to her when he was slipping her the antidote syringe, knowing that she would be taken by Slade. Asking her to risk his life so they could end this. ]

[ It's complicated, hearing it. Despite herself, though, it grounds her, the tension leeching out of her face and her eyes softening. Yes, she hears him. And she shakes her head. ]

You realize that what you do, what you lost your posh, shiny life to do - protect people, save this city? Just because you're the one who can do it, and will risk your life over and over again, no matter how hard it is to pick yourself up after whatever happens?

That's plenty enough to deserve much better someone than me. And that doesn't stop me from wanting, but.

[ She shakes her head a little, again, closing her eyes for a moment, then tries again. She was going for humorous jibe, because that usually works best between them, and it got away from her. So, once more. ]

What kind of ... person, do you think would be able to deserve me?

[ If the problem doesn't work for the same old direction, look at it from another, right? ]

[unrecognizable]

There is no better than you, Felicity. There's just...you.

[ There probably isn't a person that knows him better than she does; not the irresponsible, selfish boy he had bee before the island...but the person he's become. Through all of this, if one person has supported him when others would have given up, it's Felicity. Letting his thumb lightly trail across her cheek, Oliver finally drops his hand back down, averting his gaze temporarily ]

You deserve someone that can give you themselves completely, that doesn't have to hold back...or make the choices I do. You deserve happiness, and safety. You deserve all the things I don't know that I can promise you.

[ Going back over the list that he constantly keeps in his head is painful; they can't just keep treading where they're at, but he doesn't know what else to do. The scariest thought in the world to Oliver Queen? That she'll move on, completely. And he'll have to add another regret to carry with him for the rest of his life ]

All of that...I know it, and I still want you. I try not to but I can't stop.

[notin]

Oliver.

[ She says it quickly, trying to cut off some of it. It's her turn to raise a hand, her small palm stopping flat on his chest. It partly covers up a scar, she doesn't even think about it. His scars are part of the man she's come to know. To love. The scars and the darkness and the playboy and the man who cares so, so deeply that he's blind to how much it's a part of him. ]

The only thing I want you to try and promise is to at least attempt to stop pushing everybody away at the first sign of serious trouble. The choices...

You know that when I object to those, I tell you. Loudly. I'm good with the person that you are, Oliver. Stop trying to tell yourself about all the things that you're not and just.

[ She gropes for a word, almost lost in looking at his face, her own upturned, eyes fixed on him, her whole attention, everything, focused on this one man who means more than the world, sometimes. ]

Live.

[unrecognizable]

[ For a moment, it's all Oliver can do but just look at her...really look. Felicity has always been the one that can get through to him. She doesn't just idly stand by and let his opinions become law. She stands up to him; she's never been afraid to speak her mind, never been intimidated. His eyebrows furrow slightly but it's obvious her words found a mark ]

When I try to be the man I think you deserve, when I drop my guard...people get hurt. People that could be you. [ Living. A thought that's been on his mind a lot lately. Death isn't something that he's afraid of; he's had to stare it in the eyes far too often...but ending up on that table, not getting to create memories with her, that's terrifying ]

Felicity...when I saw in the hospital, next to Diggle's daughter, all I could think about is how much I wanted to have that kind of life with you.

[ He could have explained further but it's something she's heard before. Oliver lets his hand slip into the silky blond locks of her hair; it's selfish, what he's going to do, he can't keep teasing her with things like this...but it's not a tease. Everything about her is his idea of perfection. She's the light. Dipping his head down, his lips slide across hers in a soft kiss, tender, but not lacking passion ]

[notin]

[ So, so softly. ]

Then be the man you are. That's...

[ And then he's leaning down and she stops talking, raising her face more to meet him for that kiss. Her hand slides up until it's holding the side of his neck. Not keeping him kiss-close when the kiss is over, but holding on all the same. ]

[ ... and, because she's Felicity, and her mind is now on what Diggle and Layla have, and she can't help herself, ]

Just so you know, Waller scares me. So you'd be the one dealing with her, and that would make you the Layla in the relationship.

[ As in, with that detail settled, she's okay with the idea of having what their friends do. Even if she knows it's... probably not going to happen. Maybe. Most likely. Her eyes focus on Oliver again. ]

You do realize that people get hurt when you're not holding on to them, too, don't you? I mean, Slade took Laurel when you hadn't been dating her for, what, a year? And we get hurt in ways that do not involve you, too, even if that'd be hard for you to see, sometimes.

I know the danger. And I know that when you're not at the top of your game, people get hurt. People that could be you, too.

You let me be your strength, not weakness, once. Is it so hard to seek out a way to make ... us... happen that way?