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Prompt - I have a desperate need for one of Will's friends to nonchalantly refer to Felicity as "ur hot stepmom" (thinking it's nbd because it's not like Felicity is his REAL mom) and Will being super grossed out & horrified bc Felicity is basically his second mom
Time writing - About 15 minutes
Notes - This is by far the least 'fic like' of the stories I'll post, as it was more of an anon response that turned into something story-like. Please forgive that the narrator is 100% just me. That won't be true in future flashfics.
Imagine his teammates after a game in high school while he’s already sort of on edge because his mom just got married and Felicity is hosting an end-of-season BBQ (because she can open a bag of chips with the best of them, thanks, someone else works the grill) and like … two boys Will is talking to are blatantly checking out her ass while she’s leaning over the picnic table and Will might have to kill the catcher and first baseman, sorry coach.
Think about after that. Think about after one of those horny teenage boys makes a comment about Felicity’s ass or her hips or something extremely lewd. Think about Will bristling and being like “What the hell is wrong with you two?” And they look at each other and one of them goes “Come on, man. You can’t tell me you never thought about it. She’s hot and it’s not like she’s your real mom.” This would be when the yelling and shoving started. I’m not sure Will would throw a punch - he’s more controlled than Nate - but lord he’s pissed. So, of course the parents come break it up because what is even going on, boys?
So, Felicity’s standing there like demanding an explanation after pulling them apart, Oliver joins a moment later after getting hot dogs off the grill, and everyone is so, so quiet because no one wants to admit what was said which is when one of the girls nearby - because there are always girls nearby Will - chimes in with “They, uh… they were commenting on how well your jeans fit, Mrs. Q.”
Felicity is like “oh… well they’re tailored, which always helps with the-” and Oliver cuts her off with a gritted “honey… I don’t think that’s what she meant.” And it takes Felicity a second because she’s not thinking of these kids as anything other than little boys. But then she takes in Will glaring daggers at his friends and gritting his teeth while the catcher is blushing and looking to the side and the first baseman just shrugs with this dopey half smile that’s completely unashamed and she’s like “Oh… OH… that is… how do I take that? Is that a compliment? Is it just rude? It’s sort of both. My ass is not there for your appreciation, but also I am pretty proud of it. It’s not easy to get back into shape after three kids, you know.”
The boys don’t really know what to do with that, because they’d sort of been actively avoiding the idea that she was anyone’s actual mom. That makes it a little weird and her not being scandalized at being objectified actually makes them kind of embarrassed. Oliver’s really not any happier than Will, though, in spite of managing his instincts better. He smiles - it’s not friendly - and says “How about an apology, boys.” It’s hypocritical as hell coming from him, but this is his wife.
The boys mumble apologies, which Felicity takes in stride, and Oliver trades an approving nod with his oldest. Will nods back because they are very much on the same page here. No one gets to talk about Felicity like that. Will moves on to talk to someone else after that, because screw those guys, but Oliver’s reaction is probably more noteworthy. He keeps Felicity at his side the rest of the BBQ and his hand is on her ass more often than not.