#dinhlnce

BEAMS ,  brow raised at the gesture   ---------------   unexpected ,  appreciated .   typical to nature ,  he decides to push his luck   :

        ‘  HONESTLY  BARRY,  it’s not  ––  fuck  !  ’    the swear in her words is hissed through her teeth as barry pushes an alcohol soaked pad against the gash in her forehead.  she jerks back a little, eyes screwed shut as her nose wrinkles in distaste.  it’s not deep,  not as far as she can tell,  but barry seems insistent,  and he promised it’d be quick.  and yet  –––  her leg jiggles impatiently against the table leg.  she frowns up at him,  and scrubs her hands over worn out fishnets with a soft huff.     ‘  it’s not that deep,  can’t you just slap a bandaid on it so we can go get some food ?  ’

❝   CHRIST  ----   tell me this is the right place.   ❞

things were still new between the pair, and in some ways that made it feel awfully delicate. like all it would take was one slip of the tongue, names typically left unsaid lingering between them. while he could argue till he's b l u e in the face that laurel had nothing to feel guilty about, she'd been wronged and then lost so much. but in tommy's case, he had plenty to feel sorry about. he wasn't sure how many years post even a break-up it was acceptable to date your best friend's ex. and in this case, it wasn't a break-up. or it was a break-up with l i f e if he really wanted to be juvenile about it.

while had every right in the world, he was crossing a l i n e . a line he'd never even dreamed about crossing. despite the spatterings of times in their childhoods when the crush was more so shared, or when oliver and laurel had started dating. tommy had known that she chose oliver, and he was happy for both of them. they were perfect together. he'd moved on, and instead they were both his best friends. until one party. one night. one song. and now they were d i f f e r e n t .

tommy wasn't sure how long they'd even really been ' dating ' at this point, because some argued it started way before they'd even gone to dinner. but it had been going on long enough that even he didn't second guess, wondering if she'd stay after their new years party. their party, this time. dinah had officially been a host with him, it was their party. a lance-merlyn extravaganza he knew would set the year off perfectly based on how much glitter and confetti was embedded into the carpet of his living room.

he'd woken first that morning and had started to pick up around the house, picking empty bottles and discarded glasses. he glances over the p o l a r o i d s littering tables where guests had taken advantage of the cameras about. he knew a few of his own favorites were already in the drawer of his bedside table. candids of dinah, a few of them together pulling faces. one of her dozing on his shoulder that he'd snuck near the end of the night.

he doesn't make much progress before he's lounging on the couch, checking his email on his phone. he looks up towards the hall when he hears the familiar creak of the floor boards. a l a z y smile pulls at the corner of his mouth as she enters the room. he doesn't think as he changes his posture on the couch to make room for her to join him at his side. ❝        hey, ❞ he greets in lieu of good morning, keeping his voice low for the sake of both of their hangovers. ❝        i think we went overboard on glitter ... okay i went overboard on the glitter. i'm pretty sure my carpet is just going to sparkle until i move.       ❞

there are times when felicity knows she's the smartest person in a room , a lot of the times she will find herself bored in the meetings at queen consolidated because while she's no where near educated enough about the business side of things she's pretty sure that she could figure it out quicker than whoever is talking about the different ways that they could make more money & screw over the less fortunate all while planning a billion dollar renovation to their fourth house that - anyway , she's quite smart , she'll leave it at that . it's times like these , though . when she feels like she didn't get three degrees at mit or graduate high school at fifteen or create any of the cool gadgets the team wears or - anyway , it's when dinah looks at her like that , gives her that little smile & don't even get her started on the feel of her soft lips on the back of her hand as if she's promising something felicity has zero time to think about . because thinking about it makes her stupid . it makes her giggle like a shy schoolgirl . what is it about the ridiculously attractive people in this town making her stupid ??? there's a blush that rises from her chest to her cheeks as dinah lifts her lips from the back of her hand & felicity resists the urge to keep her fingers clutched to dinah's and beg for ... whatever dinah wants if she's being honest . but she doesn't . she lets her hand fall & she turns back to her computer , eyes wide as she tries , desperately , to focus because she's not sure she will ever remember what the hell they were talking about . she just knows that dinah's probably about to get her way .

mentally drained. covered in dirt, garbage juice, and who knows what else. they lucked out, the intel was good and they managed to stop the city from collapsing in on itself. again. the kids that helped are tucked away in their homes,  ( relatively ) safe now that they helped save the day. drudging into her apartment, he finally blurts what’s been on his mind since he’s known her. 

“ You ever rip your pants doin’ those high kicks? I’ve wrecked like--eight hoodies this year makin’ a canon. ”