Tumblr, you’re making me want to watch/read Outlander.
This is what happened with Arrow, and frankly, I don’t know if I have the time to be obsessed with something like that again. So stop with the gifs, okay?
(don’t stop with the gifs, give me more gifs)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Let It Be Me
Word Count: 28753
Chapter 7 is up!
"I really don’t want to do this," Felicity says as she scrunches her face in an attempt to dislodge the blindfold Oliver had placed over her eyes.
She can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. “You don’t even know what this is.”
They’ve been at the camp for almost two weeks. The search for someone to run the place hit one dead end after another. Every day, Oliver invites her to do something different—hiking one day, mountain biking the next, always espousing the “value of the great outdoors.” She had tried declining at the beginning, but he was determined.
“I need the distraction,” he admits the day he invites her to go rollerblading.
He doesn’t have to tell her from what, or where his mind goes when it’s idle. She already knows; she’s been trying to crawl out of the same pit herself for the last month.
The ground slopes down underneath her feet. She grips him tighter, her fingers digging lightly into his wrist seeking balance. He reads her hesitation immediately and wraps one arm around her waist to guide her carefully over the uneven terrain.
"I’ve got you," he assures her.
The breeze picks up, the scent of pine and moss in the air. Her ears prickle at the sound of water gushing in the distance.
"It can’t be good if you have to blindfold me," she points out dryly.
"Maybe I just wanted to surprise you."
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