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smol-and-grumpy · 3 years

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Legally Yours - Ch. 26

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester tops the list of hottest entrepreneurs 2020 and yet, there’s still something he wants but can’t have because, in order to get that, he would have to settle down and get married. She agrees too quickly because she wants to secure a more comfortable life for her and her daughter. Will she be able to help Dean get what he wants without losing herself in the fake story they spin up to deceive his father and the world?

Chapter Warnings: We’re still at the angst, because someone’s obviously still an idiot. We also might detect some jealousy.

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Five days later, she’s sitting in her kitchen, job application website open on her laptop while Bobby’s at work and Olivia’s at school.

The first night was hard on the girl. Olivia crawled into bed with her, spinning up tales that she missed her toys they left at Dean’s but she is sure that a part of the little girl’s heart is aching for Dean because hers is too.

Y/N hasn’t heard from him and it took everything in her not to shoot him a message and ask him how he’s doing. She’s fairly certain that if she would choose to go down that road, she’ll get weak and that’s against the new rule that she’s set up for herself in order to protect herself and her family.

Donna sent her a text when she arrived back at her old apartment, asking how her honeymoon was going and when Y/N told her that she’s back, Donna offered to come over. They sat around the tiny kitchen table with boxed wine between them, drinking and talking. Yeah, boxed wine. Over are the days of cheap bottles. Well, she reckons she could afford it with the money from the marriage contract but she’d rather not as she has a future to think about.

She didn’t sulk, didn’t allow herself to. She needed to be strong for Olivia and keep it all together. Her friend parted with a promise to help her find a man who she deserved. She only smiled. Couldn’t find it in her heart to say that she’s not looking for a man, that she thinks that Dean’s ruined her for all other men, that she’s most likely destined to be alone forever. At least she has Liv, and honestly, that’s all that counts. God, she’s so glad to have that little girl. She would have been broken beyond repair if it wasn't for Liv.

While she touches up her CV at the kitchen table where she poured her heart out to Donna the evening before, her phone starts to buzz next to her. Her heart jumps. She hates the buzz of her phone because she’ll always think that it could be Dean and when it’s not him, she will always feel so deflated. Somehow, she’s okay with the situation but a little part of her still hopes that he would change his mind and come back to her.

This time it’s no different when she looks at her phone. If anything, it’s even worse. Sam’s calling.

She debates on not picking up but decides that she has to because he’s probably calling about the annulment. It’s really the only thing left that keeps her tied to Dean on a contractual level, and after she signs that, it’s like the marriage never existed.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, uh, hi, Y/N,” The man can be heard on the other end. A little breath leaves him, and she can imagine that he’s smiling. Ever the friendly Sam. She can’t lie, she misses him too.

“You’re calling about the annulment?” She gets straight to the point. There’s really no point in stretching this out unnecessarily.

“Um, actually no. Dean’s not really talkative and he’s not going to sign it.”

“What do you mean he’s not going to sign it?” She doesn’t understand, has a hard time wrapping her head around it. Why did Dean still want to be married to her when she walked away from him? There’s no point in pretending anymore and she has made up her mind. The only way she’s going is forward and not back. She wants to move on.

“Don’t worry about it. He’s only been back two days, I need time to talk him through it. We should have the annulment finalized by Monday, I promise.”

“I trust you,” She says into the receiver, because she does. If someone can talk sense into Dean, it will probably be Sam. “How is he?”

“Do you want to hear the truth or do you want me to lie to make you feel better?”

“Lie.”

“He’s doing great.”

“That’s good.”

Sam snorts, “Well, I knew you'd feel better if you knew that he’s doing okay without you.”

“You’re right. I don’t want him to feel bad but somehow I also want him to, you understand?”

A burst of laughter rumbles on the other end, “I know,” Sam replies, “He’s a gigantic dick, Y/N. I think he knows that and he’s beating himself up for it. He’s been back at work for two days and according to Rowena, it’s hell. He doesn’t talk to anyone and if he opens his mouth, it’s to shout at people.”

“Wow, he’s coping well.”

The man laughs again, “Dean’s never been good at taking rejections. He’ll get over it, eventually. Someday. Maybe. Well,” Sam pauses and exhales loudly, “Tell you the truth, I don’t think he’ll get over it. I’ve never seen him like this and it scares me, hence me calling you.”

Y/N feels sorry for him. And there she thought that she was miserable without him. Somehow it gives her a little satisfaction to know that he’s doing just as bad, if not worse. Can anyone blame her to feel like this?

“I’m not going to go back to him just so that he’ll stop being an ass to other people.”

“That’s not what I was going to ask you about.”

“Ah, why beat around the bush, Sam. What is it?”

Sam sighs, “Okay, as you might know, Dean hasn’t told anyone that you two broke up.”

“Why am I not surprised?” She hopes Sam can feel through the phone how hard she’s rolling her eyes right now.

“Shush,” Sam scolds and continues before she can say sorry for interrupting him, “He has a charity gala to attend tonight, and it would be great if you would accompany him.”

The bark of laughter that leaves her mouth is hard to hold back, “You what?”

Sam’s not laughing, “I mean it, Y/N. He’s not doing great and he has to attend. Technically you are still his wife and you have a contract, so..”

“Oh, please, don’t come at me with a contract, Sam. Dean told me that I’m allowed to walk away. He said that he doesn’t need me to get the shares. He wasn’t the one stopping me when I walked out on him, so tell me, why should I do this? Why should I pretend when I don’t have to anymore?”

“Because you still care about him,”

Sam’s answer is a hit to her heart. She does. She cares so fucking much but also, that means that she’s not going to give in because it’s time to put herself first. She can’t hold herself together for Olivia’s sake when there’s nobody backing her up. She won’t go through this again.

Of course Sam’s on Dean’s side. He’s friendly to her but if Sam would have to pick sides, it would always be Dean’s.

“I’m sorry,” She says, her voice shaking a little. No, she’s not going to cry. Not again. Not anymore.

“Okay,” Sam relents too easily, “Can’t blame me for trying.”

“No, I can’t. Dean’s lucky to have you as a friend.” She means it.

“I’ll come to see you as soon as Dean signs the papers, Y/N.”

“Thank you.”

“Take care of yourself and Olivia, okay? And tell me if you need anything.”

“I will, Sam. Thanks.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

She hangs up before she can say goodbye. The phone drops onto the table and she’s back to burying her face into her arms as she sobs.

For the next five weeks, Y/N tries to avoid looking at tabloids pages, instead, concentrating on Olivia and helping to ease the little girl back into her old environment.

Of course there have been texts from Donna telling her that there’s no news from Dean, at least not with another woman. She knows that she shouldn’t care about it, because if he wants to date again, it’s his right, but somehow, she can’t help but feel the pinpricks in her heart. It’s not something bad but something good because it keeps her hopes alive for a while. After she was reluctant to answer Donna's text about Dean in the first two weeks, her friend has decided that she doesn’t want to update Y/N anymore. Which is also fine with her. The less she’s reminded of Dean, the quicker it will be to get over him.

She snorts out a laugh at that thought. Yeah, right.

Bobby has been weird the last two weeks too. He went out to meetings, saying it has something to do with his union but she knows that he doesn’t even have a union so she really doesn’t have any explanation for the two to three times the man went AWOL when he should be home but again, it’s nothing that should worry her. Bobby is still young enough to have his own life. She guesses that it has to do with a new lady friend maybe. Maybe Bobby’s being cautious too, maybe he doesn’t want her and Olivia to know when things aren’t steady with the two. She couldn’t blame him for thinking like that.

Tonight is the first time in over a month that she feels comfortable enough to leave the security of her own home. Perhaps Donna has something to do with it, begging her to finally go out and face the world, and Y/N can’t lie that Donna’s not right. It’s time to face it like a grown-up. She can’t be buried in her four walls forever. She eventually has to go out and socialize. She’s been going out a lot for interviews but that’s about it. No company has called her back yet, though. Thankfully, she still has more than enough money to get by.

As soon as she arrives at The Roadhouse and Donna sees her, the woman is quick to be by her side, “I have a surprise for you!”

“Oh no,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “I hate surprises.”

“It’s not bad, I just thought, you know,”

“Donna,” She warns her friend. Somehow, she doesn’t like where this discussion is going.

“There’s this guy, I invited him. He’s nice, so be nice, okay? He’s not going to be the love of your life, I know that too but you should put yourself out there, just a drink, okay? It will broaden up your horizon, maybe get your ex-husband out of your mind for a little bit.”

Jesus, Donna’s talking a mile a minute. She barely understands what the woman is raving on about.

“What?”

“There,” Donna pulls her close, points a finger to the booth where Garth is sitting with someone whose back is turned to her.

“Oh, Donna, no!”

“Why, Donna yes!” The blonde exclaims cheerily before placing her hands on Y/N shoulders and pushing her towards the booth. “His name is Cubbie.”

“Cub-what?”

“It’s a nickname, Y/N.”

“If that’s the nickname I don’t wanna know about his real name.”

“Cuthbert. Cuthbert Sinclair, if you wanna know. He’s a magician.”

“That’s great. Super.” Y/N groans and turns around towards the exit but Donna’s hand is firm around her shoulders, guiding her back to where Garth is already standing up to make room for her.

“Hey, Cubbie! This is Y/N, the woman I talked to you about.” Donna’s all smiles and somehow, Y/N’s hand itches to hurt her friend.

“I’m Y/N,” She says then. The only way is forward now.

Cubbie, still what a fucking weird name, stands up and his hands immediately go to her arms and pulls her closer to press a wet kiss on her cheek.

Ew. Oh no, this won’t end well.

Reluctantly she sits down, wonders how long she has to sit here until she can get up and leave without being too rude.

She lets him buy her a drink and he orders fries to share between them while they talk. It’s not exactly bad but they just share small talk about the weather and where they’re from.

“So, you’re a magician?” She tries to sound like she’s interested, wanting to get into the deeper conversational territory.

“Yeah,” Cubbie reaches over and strokes her hair behind her ear and when he sits back up, he shows her the coin that he apparently pulled out of her, a bright smile dotes his face. She does her best to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

“Good god,” She exclaims and the man laughs.

He goes on to tell her about magic, which she again, has no interest in listening to. Jesus, the man can talk. While she debates on maybe hurting herself with a toothpick to have a fucking reason to get out, Cubbie excuses himself to go to the bathroom but before he goes, he leans down next to her, “How about we’re doing a little disappearing act, huh?”

“Oh god,” She huffs out but Cubbie doesn’t get her blatant disinterest. He just smiles at her.

“Think about it, I’ll be right back.”

Good riddance, is what she wants to say but doesn’t. Instead, she smiles a faux smile.

While he’s gone, she takes out her phone, shooting Bobby a text that she’ll probably won’t be that long when he feels someone is taking a seat in the booth opposite of her.

“Back alread—”

The word won’t come out because it’s not Cubbie who’s sitting across from her but Dean.

He has a cap on his head, is dressed casually in a black t-shirt underneath a blue plaid shirt. There are faint black circles under his eyes. He has shaved off his beard but from the length of the stubble, she can tell that he’s in the process of growing it out again.

“C’mon, Y/N, seriously? That guy?” He asks, sounding offended, and honestly, it’s not what she really wants the first thing out his mouth to be after not being on speaking terms for over a month.

“It’s none of your business, Dean.” She snaps at him.

“You’re right. It isn’t.” He agrees, “What is he? An accountant?”

“He has a name and he’s a magician.”

Dean barks out a laugh and even though it’s mean, she can’t help but smirk with him.

“His name is Cubbie.” She adds, which earns another hearty laugh from Dean.

“Cubbie the magician?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“I don’t know if he has a stage name,” Y/N shrugs, “He asked me if I wanna do a disappearing act with him.”

“Oh, he will disappear, alright,” Dean growls angrily.

She can’t read him. Why is he here, why is he crashing her blind date? So she asks, “Dean, what is this? Why are you here?”

“I’m here every week to see if you’ll be here.”

“You know that there are phones, right?”

“Would you have answered the phone if I called?” He challenges her and she holds his gaze. He’s right, she probably wouldn’t, even if she was hoping that he’d call but she doesn’t think that she would have picked it up because she doesn’t know if her heart can take what he’s going to tell her over the phone. “Yeah, I thought so. How’s Olivia?”

“She’s good. She enjoys being back at school. She’s going on a field trip in two weeks and I think I’m going to go along to chaperone.”

Honestly, Y/N has no idea why she’s telling him that. Why she easily falls into a conversion with him about little things. But it feels easy, it feels like meeting an old friend. Someone where she can just pick up where they left off, even if they haven’t seen each other for a long time. Dean was her friend, she can’t deny that, and she guesses the reason why she feels at ease is that her heart can’t forget it either.

“I can do that, too,” Dean suggests without even thinking twice.

“Dean, she’s none of your concern, we’re fine without you.” Her words might be too harsh but he needs a reminder that not everything revolves around him.

“Great.” He mumbles as Cubbie comes back from the bathroom. The poor guy stands there and is a little irritated by Dean’s presence.

“You ready to leave?” Cubbie asks, straight up ignoring Dean’s presence and she has to give him that. It takes balls. Dean’s not someone who can be ignored. He’s tall and broad and yeah, awfully good looking.

She stands up, nodding her head. Even if she has no intention of going anywhere with Cubbie, she also knows that she can’t stay here with Dean.

When she walks away, Dean holds her back by her wrist. The touch of him is almost too much to bear and she stills, has to close her eyes as she tries to breathe evenly.

“You’re leaving with him? Seriously?”

Opening her eyes to look at the source of the voice, she can clearly see the irritation on Dean’s face.

Pulling her hand from his hold, she brings it close to her chest, fearing that she’d reach out if she let her heart decide over her mind, “It’s none of your business, Dean. You had your chance but you blew it. I’m trying to move on.”

Dean stands up too and he’s close. The warmth radiates from him. Her body betrays her a little, sways a little closer to him. Cubbie is a couple of steps ahead but he stalls and looks back, waiting for her to follow him out. She wants to, she really does, it’s just so hard to move when the magnetic pull of Dean wraps itself around her.

“Now, say it again a little more convincingly. Make me believe it.” Dean demands with a gruff voice while he crosses his arms over his chest, his palms nearly disappearing into his armpits, as if he too, has to resist reaching out to touch her again when it’s not what she wants.

How is it possible that he still can read her like a book? It’s not fucking fair.

She narrows her eyes, staring him down. “You’re an ass, Dean.” She hisses and pushes out of the door, past Cubbie. When she’s out, she flags down a cab and gets in. Only when the driver rounds the street of the first block does she realize that she left Cubbie at the bar. Great. Now the act with her leaving the bar with some date is even less convincing to Dean.

God, she’s a failure.

“You know he still cares deeply about you, right?” Donna flops down on Y/N’s worn out couch with a bottle of beer in hand and Y/N walks over to join her friend with her glass of red wine.

The incident at the bar in which Dean had held a metaphorical pissing competition against an oblivious Cubbie was four days ago. Almost a distant memory. She hasn’t heard from the magician, but also it’s not really surprising since they didn’t even exchange their numbers and Donna has not mentioned him again. At least there’s that.

She frowns for a moment, “Cubbie? He barely knows me.”

Her friend rolls her eyes to the back and takes a pull at the bottle, “Dean, dummy!”

“Yeah, well, he has a hell of a way of showing it.” She grumbles, burying her face into her goblet and tips it back to take a big gulp.

Donna admitted after the incident that she watched them with amusement. Poor Cubbie was standing there lost and sulked away on his own. Apparently, Dean grinned brightly, and god, just the image of him being so joyful and cocky about her misery makes her want to smack him across the face. But for that, she would have to see him again, which she won’t. Nope. Not going there. She can’t move on when he keeps popping up.

“You don’t see it, do you?” Donna tilts her head that’s resting on the back of the old faded sofa, cocking her eyebrow as she asks.

“See what?” Y/N eyebrows match her friend’s.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!” Donna huffs out, followed by a giggle. Okay, the woman should definitely not drink any more beer, also since tomorrow is Monday and she has to work. Y/N for her part, is still struggling with finding a job that would keep her head above water. She’s debating on taking two lesser paid jobs but then again, there would be no time left to spend with Liv and since she’s making Liv her priority, she keeps on searching. The blonde lays her hand on Y/N’s thigh, squeezes it, “He’s so fucking in love.”

With knitted eyebrows, she glares at her friend. Dean? In love? Has that been obvious? She shakes her head, “That’s not what he told me,”

Her friend sits up straight and turns to her before taking a big swig of her beer and slams it onto the coffee table. Y/N gets irritated, shushes her friend with a nudge of her elbow. Liv is sleeping next door, and Donna usually knows that she has to be fucking quiet.

“Oops,” Donna says with a shrug, and they both freeze to listen if Liv has woken up because of the noise. When they don’t hear a sound, they both breathe out in relief. Yeah, there’s no chance Donna will get another beer from her tonight. The blonde grins at her. A grin that spells mischief, “Have you ever thought that Dean Winchester, a guy who’s never been in love might not know how it feels to be in love? Have you ever thought that he might be so fucking gone on you and tries to identify his feelings but he can’t because he doesn’t fucking knows what it is?”

God, Donna talks a mile a minute and Y/N’s brain is having trouble catching on and processing.

Her friend pauses to wriggle her eyebrows at her but otherwise, Donna doesn’t say anything because she waits until it settles.

Memories of the last day on the beach flashed in her mind. She recalls him asking her how she knows when you love someone and her answer was you just know.

Could it be that he was struggling then already? He probably was but she was too deep in her own mind that she didn’t really notice.

“No,” She answers.

“No, what?” Donna asks.

“No, I have never thought that he doesn’t know how it feels to be in love. But I mean, he’s loved his mother, right? He loves Sam to a certain extent. He’s a grown ass man. He should know how he fucking feels.”

“My god, your skull is thicker than I thought.” Donna rolls her eyes dramatically. “Loving a parent is not the same as loving a partner, duh! And with Sam. There’s the bro thing, I guess? They love each other but it’s just all caveman-esque grunting and a lot of back-slapping involved. It’s how I love you,”

“You love me while you grunt and slap my back?”

“Shut up!” Donna laughs, “Anyway, where was I...oh! Yes. Listen, Y/N, maybe you’ve been too harsh on him. I mean, yeah, of course, you have Liv to care about but don’t tell me that Liv was heartbroken when you brought her back to this place.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in thought. When she snaps out of it, she tips her wine glass back and empties it in one go.

Her friend watches her, pauses to let the things she said sink in. God, she doesn’t know why Donna’s only talking about Dean now. It’s been what? Almost two months. Where was Donna when she needed that kinda talk at the beginning when she left Dean? Donna was always here, her mind says, you just didn’t want to burden anyone and you thought that you could manage everything on your own.

“Fact is, Y/N. I’ve never seen him like this. He barely goes out, even if he’s invited to events. The gossip sites avoid him because he became a grump while picking up fights with photographers, and don’t even get me started on the last TV appearance where he only gave short, snappish answers, making the stupidly hot interviewer very uncomfortable. A couple of months ago, he would have charmed the woman and they probably would have fucked when the producer yelled cut.”

“How do you know they didn’t?” She asks, and she doesn’t even know why she asks because the thought of him hooking up and going back to being his old self does make her feel a little uncomfortable and admittedly, jealous.

“Honestly? Maybe because the interviewer told a tabloid that she refuses to interview Dean again because he’s a dick.”

“Well, he is a dick, she’s right.” She says drily, and she’s standing behind her opinion, it’s just now that Donna has said all those things that it makes her really wonder if she’s been too harsh to Dean. Maybe he just needed more time to figure out what he was feeling. But again, it’s too late now, isn’t it?

Ch. 27

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nancydfan · 3 years

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I think that Mia gets too bad of a rap from a lot of people.

Like yes, was she an agent of a super shady organization responsible for making a bio weapon that destroyed a great deal of lives? Yes. However we don’t know her motivation for joining them yet.

They could have lied honestly. Like The Connections could have advertised themselves to be a great, loving work environment and maybe Mia was young and naive and joined them. Or maybe she was desperate for money, and it was the only job that would hire her. Or hell, maybe she fully knew what they were and joined anyway, either on account of her morals being twisted back then or thinking that even though the company was evil maybe she could do good. Who knows, honestly.

Either way, with The Connections being a shady organization there’s like a very high chance that you don’t get to walk away from them alive. I’m sure if you quit they’d see you as a liability and take you out with no mercy. And that’s why I think Mia didn’t leave, because she knew she would be killed if she did, and maybe that’s why she took the job with Eveline, because it was more of a “you will do this or else” than an option for her (whether it was implied by her boss or if they were upfront about what bad things would happen if she didn’t take the job).

And maybe if her morals were twisted before I fully think meeting and falling in love with Ethan changed her if that was the case, because the Mia we see in RE7 and RE8 is a good person. We see that in how when the Baker’s rescue her she thanks them but tries to leave immediately and tries to warn them about staying away from Eveline (as shown in the note she left in the dlc “Daughters”). She could have tried to get them to call the hospital or her company but she didn’t, because she knew that she was under Eveline’s control and the longer she stayed there the more danger the family was. If she was a shitty person she wouldn’t have done this, she would have done everything she could to save herself.

We also see that in how she leaves a final video note for Ethan, telling him to stay away no matter what, because she didn’t want him to get dragged down in her mess. She knows how much Ethan loves her and I’m sure she knows if she sent a video saying “Ethan pls help” he’d come running for her, but she didn’t because she loves him and wants him to live even if she can’t be there with him. We see it AGAIN when she saves Ethan from Eveline’s grasp, when she tears him from the mold thing he was in and pushes him out so Eveline couldn’t hurt him. Fully knowing she’d have to face Eveline’s wrath.

And for everyone saying “why didn’t she just tell him then” I mean think about it. I think if this super shady organization found out someone they didn’t hire knew what was going on they’d kill them because again they’d be a liability and a threat. And that’s why she doesn’t tell Ethan because she doesn’t want him to be targeted and killed by them. I think if she had the opportunity she would have left The Connections but knows that it would result in her death anyway, and telling Ethan the truth would just end in his death if they found out and it was too risky in her mind.

And I think it’s this same form of protection that prevents her from telling Ethan he’s infected. She says (or at least we can assume that this was her) in Donna’s section that she didn’t tell him because she was afraid she’d lose him. I don’t think he’d divorce her if he found out he was molded (that doesn’t really make sense for his character), I think she was genuinely afraid he’d die (again) or worse begin to transform into a monster the way the rest of the infected did. And that’s why she keeps it hidden because she was scared to death he’d die or suffer a worse fate. Am I saying she was right in hiding it? No, but I think that everyone saying she’s manipulative and gaslighting are wrong because she truly loves Ethan and Rose, and I know she’d give her life gladly if it meant they could live.

I saw other people get mad because Rose is essentially being used as a bio weapon and how could Mia let this happen and I’m like?? She probably doesn’t have a say?? I mean yes Blue Umbrella is supposed to be “the good guys” now but like they’re still a huge organization, I’m sure Mia did her best to prevent this from happening and keep Rose safe but like at the end of the day what can she really do against a huge company?? If anything get mad at Chris because I’m sure he’s got some clout or something in that company that could have allowed Rose to live a normal life without Umbrella or maybe not being used as a weapon but idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ a lot of people were like “Mia’s sO annoying at the beginning of the game” but fam that wasn’t even her?? That’s Miranda?? Besides even if it was Mia that blew up on Ethan in the hospital (as per Ethan’s diary) 1.) people deal with trauma differently, and I’m not saying it’s healthy but she’s scarred and doing her best and 2.) probably was afraid if they talked too much about Louisiana Ethan would realize he was infected and then BAM he’s either dead or a mutated monster. And in the cutscene of Mia saying “you matter!” Can you imagine the stress of knowing your husband is Mr Mold Man and not being able to do anything about it, out of fear of what could happen to him? Like of course she’s upset and going to blow when provoked (not that Ethan was aggressive or anything just that he was prying into a very high pressure soda that is Mia’s emotions lol) because she’s been bottling this up and has no one to talk to, and after a while anyone would explode. I think she would have told him if he hadn’t answered that call. Also marriage is not rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you get into messy fights with your partner and sometimes you or the other person say things you don’t mean but at the end of the day you love each other and try to be better. If anything Capcom was depicting a normal marriage tbh.

At the end of the day Mia is not the bad guy. She is only human who tried her best to keep her family safe against all the odds and idc what anyone says, Ethan and Mia love each other and have a healthy relationship and that’s that.

I hope I do this ask justice cause this is the kinda ask I’ve been like hoping for cause you are absolutely gosh damn right.

I’m a chill person & I’m never gonna probably get up into someone’s face about anything cause it’s fandom. I’m not here to cater your experience. That being said, when I see some of these frankly bad takes on Mia I’m like

We know Jack shit about why Mia joined the Connections. Literally nothing so people who have a whole solidified nasty opinion of Mia should probably just sit down. You don’t have to like her. But you also could like, idk, be absolutely dead wrong cause lol Capcom went, yeah we’re not gonna explain any of that.

I got the impression that in between re7 and re8 that they are hiding from the connections too but I may have misunderstood that In re8. I think it makes sense it’s the type of organization you do not leave. No matter how badly you want to and once Ethan came along, do people really think she’d risk him? Spoiler alert: no, no she wouldn’t.

Also, re7 started w Alan. He’s the one that let eveline get out of control so...I feel like people forget that.

I’ve been talking to a friend about people using the Miranda Mia against the real Mia and I don’t know how to kindly tell people that the game kinda absolutely explained that’s not Mia? I do think Mias got a temper which makes sense because Ethan is so even tempered that he can balance her out better. But Miranda Mia was a fuckin bitch. She was needling Ethan’s pain and mocking him. Do people think Ethan sat around for three years taking that? Ethan’s a big boy. He can take care of himself. He was even fighting back w Miranda Mia so manipulative and abusive takes belong in the toilet w the rest of the shit.

Mia blowing up at Ethan means nothing. My parents have proven to me marriage is not easy. You will lose it on people when emotions run high. It happens. There’s a world of difference between a moment of anger versus abuse. But you still love and forgive people for moments of anger because we all have them. And I’m sure Ethan can be just as much as a pain in the ass. I love him more than most and I’d be the first person to admit I’m sure he didn’t make it easy all the time either.

Mia held the truth from Ethan because she was scared not just for her but for him too. It’s a selfless kind of lie. We all do them so I don’t know why Mia is getting burned at the stake for it. I’m just not movable on this. That was a heavy thing to carry and she was doing her best.

As for Rose, I don’t even know what Capcom is doing. How can anyone else know? She’s special and powerful. Maybe she wanted that life? I think we can reserve judgement until re9.

Like I said above, no one has to like Mia. Maybe you don’t vibe w her or maybe you still just don’t care for her. That’s cool. But my gosh don’t lie about the kind of person she is. If you can’t acknowledge her world and heart belongs to Ethan and Rose, I’m just not sure what to tell you.

Sorry for ranting on your ask nonnie 😆 I really appreciate that you sent this in! It needed said imo

#thanks for the ask nonnie!!#resident evil #ethan winters #mia winters #mithan #resident evil spoilers #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #mrs joe speaks #long post

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crashdevlin · 3 years

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Leftoverture 3- Carry On

Author’s Note: Don’t get me wrong, I loved the finale, but I was thinking about how much I miss Dean and I couldn’t stop thinking about ways I could have him back so…I’m going canon divergent while being as close to canon as possible. ‘Cause that’s how Cassie do. This is where Leftoverture officially crosses over with Crash Into Me!

Summary: Sam tries to convince Dean to talk to his widow, but it takes a visit from an old friend to get him to do the right thing.

Pairing: Dean x OFC

Word count: 3755

Story Warnings: angst, Post-barn scene sads, mentions of major character deaths (Dean and AU!Sam), mentions of depression, memory fuckery,

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“Hey, get off the phone. Who are you texting?” Dean asked, looking over at Sam’s thumbs tapping out a message.

“I’m...just letting some people know that you’re back, okay? What?” Sam defended, pulling his phone out of Dean’s reach as his brother tried to grab it.

“She better not be part of that group text, Sam. I will kick your lanky ass.”

“Dean, come on.”

“She has mourned me! She’s probably just starting to get okay and you want me to break that? Not to mention the kid. How are we supposed to explain to her that I’m just suddenly not dead anymore?” Dean pulled over onto the shoulder and glared at Sam until he rolled his eyes and sighed, hitting the X to take his sister-in-law’s number away from the list that included Bobby 2.0, Jody, Donna, Charlie 2.0, and Garth. “Thank you.”

“It’s only been a month. You think she’s starting to get over you already?” Sam finished tapping out his text as Dean pulled back onto the interstate.

“I think I’m a threat to her life as long as I’m in her life, man. I mean, that’s why it took us so long to get together in the first place, because I knew that me being a hunter was gonna put her in the ground and it was just lucky for all of us that it put me in the ground before her.”

“Don’t say th-”

“It’s better for her to think I’m still dead!” Dean exploded. “If she knows I’m alive, she’ll come back to the bunker and she’s gonna end up dead and that’ll be on me! Okay, it’s better if she thinks I’m dead and we keep it that way!”

“So, I guess you’ve made up your mind on this one?” Sam asked.

“Yes!” Dean nodded, somehow still keeping his eyes on the road. “You know what, yes, I’ve made up my mind. Because she deserves to live a life that I’m not ruining. She never wanted the job to encroach on her life, or Rebel’s, okay? Fuck, if I ended up getting that little girl hurt, I could nev--and you know she only agreed to marry me in the first place because Chuck was gonna kill us all anyway and he’s not a problem anymore and what happened to my ring when I bit it? You didn’t burn it with me, did you, because that was a really good silver ring and if you melted it with me, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Sam shook his head in disappointment. “Your wife was wearing it on her thumb last time I saw it.”

Dean sighed and licked his lips. “It’s better this way, Sam. I know you don’t see it, but it’s better.”

“Right. You, uh, you remember when you guys were ‘just friends’ and she started dating that asshole that didn’t know what ‘no’ meant?” Dean’s jaw clenched tight at the memory. “You remember how pissed off you got that she was dating someone, let alone a Dom dickbag like him, and how you spent the entire weekend trying to get dirt on him to use to get her to dump him?”

"He was tryin' to put things in her while she was drunk! He deserved a bullet through the skull for that shit and he's lucky she wouldn't let me go talk to him."

"Yeah, I know. He was a piece of shit, but you didn't know that when we got there. You just didn’t like him because he was dating her."

"I'm a good judge of character and she is not. She dates douchebags. She always has. I mean, look at her cheating son-of-a-bitch ex-husband. If she's dating them, they're douchebags."

Sam rolled his eyes, obviously catching Dean’s self-deprecating undertone in that sentence. "Okay, but you're just gonna let her date someone else? You're gonna let her find some other douchebag to date that you won't be able to save her from?"

"I didn't save her from Mike or Drew. She was already half out the door on both of them before I interceded with either. And I know what you're doing and it's not gonna work." Dean pointed his finger in Sam’s face. "You're not gonna get me all jealous so I go find her because I'm afraid of her getting over me and moving on. I want her to move on. I want her to have a good life. That's the whole point here, man."

"Dean, she's not going to move on. She's gonna be devastated the rest of her life because you aren't-"

"So, we should make it worse by putting her through it twice?!" Dean snapped. "We should make her have to watch me burn another time, right? We should make her clear her shit out of the Bunker in a few years too? We should make her live with the hope that one day I'll manage to make it home again? We should put her heart back together just to shatter it into pieces again when I die permanently? Fuck you, Sam. I can't do it to her. I just...no."

Sam took a deep breath and shook his head sadly. "Fine."

"It's better this way. It's just better."

"Sure. It’s better.”

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There was something cleansing about a simple werewolf hunt. Sam was being a little overbearing, but Dean understood why. Sam didn’t want to see him die anymore than he wanted to die again. There were only two wolves and they went down easy. It was a textbook hunt...just like the vampire cult should have been.

Sam shook away memories of the night in the barn and followed an energized Dean out to the Impala. It wouldn’t happen again. Not anytime soon. Dean was around to stay. Sam would make sure of it.

“So, hit the motel, pizza and beer, head back to the bunker in the morning. Did you report my death to the fire department because I’m still wanting that job and I’ll have to think of one hell of an excuse if you told them I died.” Dean shrugged, continuing before Sam could respond. “I’m gonna need to come up with an excuse either way, but an excuse for a month of radio silence is easier than an excuse for comin’ out of the Lazarus Pit, ya know?”

“I...didn’t say anything to them, Dean. It was really low on my list of priorities to tell the Lebanon Volunteer Fire Department that Dean Campbell was dead.”

“Awesome. I’ll figure out what to tell them. For now...pizza.”

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“No, I know, it was a crazy situation, but I honestly think getting lost in the Yukon without a cell phone was probably the best thing that could have happened to me." Dean laughed into the phone as he walked into the library. "Yeah, exactly. Never gonna take a warm, dry bed for granted again. Well, thank you so much for understanding, Captain. I'm excited to get training. That's gonna be...yeah, I'm gonna be there. Thanks again."

Dean smiled as he tucked his phone into his pocket. "He bought it. Thanks for putting those fake Canadian news pieces up. Appreciate it."

"Okay, but what if someone else searches your fake name, Dean?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "You think she's Googling me?" He stepped forward and looked down at Sam sitting at the library table. "She Googles me and she'll find a story about a man named Dean Campbell getting lost in the Yukon and surviving on moose and wolverine and melted snow. No pic, no identifying words. She'll look at it, say 'It is a miracle this guy survived' and then she'll move on to the next search result, okay? I don't understand why you're all up in my business about this but-"

"You don't miss them?" Sam asked, pushing his hair out of his face and leaning forward.

Dean bit his lip and shook his head. "No, I do not."

Sam stood and looked down into his brother's eyes. "Well, I do."

"Well, they're staying gone." Dean patted his brother's shoulder and walked toward the hall. "Good talk."

He sat on the edge of his bed and ran his hand down his face. Of course he missed her. Of course he missed the little girl he treated as his own daughter...or...the other Dean treated like a daughter. It was just too difficult. Explaining to his wife was one thing, an easy thing. She’d come back in a heartbeat and it would all be fine between them. She wouldn’t care that he wasn’t exactly the same in body, that he had different scars and a slightly different pattern of freckles or that his hair wasn’t quite right even after trying to make it work for four damn days.

She fell for him because of how he treated her, how safe she felt with him, how he made her feel. All of that was in the memories. How he felt about her was in the memories, too. He loved her in a way he'd never been able to let himself love anyone else. She was so much different than any other woman he'd considered making a life with because she was like all the best parts of them all mixed together. She was smart like Cassie Robinson, badass like Jo Harvelle, understanding of the Life without being part of it...with a kid, just like Lisa. He remembered that...and he knew that he'd never find another woman like her.

That was okay. He didn't really want another one: another woman, partner, wife. He couldn’t see himself opening up like that to someone other than his short little badass. And Sam was right that he didn't really want her with someone else, either...but she deserved it. She deserved to get over him and move on to greener pastures. So he had to stay away. For her good, he had to stay dead.

For the good of the little girl, too. If he just came back from the dead, it would completely fuck that little girl's understanding of life and death. It would fuck her up for life.

Dean sighed, picking up his phone and kissing his lock screen; the picture they took on the beach for their honeymoon. He held the phone over his heart for a minute and lied back, staring at the ceiling until sleep took him.

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Dean smiled as he sat in a folding chair on the side of a soccer field, watching a short blonde girl dribble a ball between her feet on the green grass. "She's gettin' good," he commented to himself.

"She missed tryouts this year," a familiar voice said. Dean gasped a little as he turned in his seat to look at the angel in the beige trenchcoat. "They moved back to Florida too late for her to be placed on a team."

"Cas? Are you--is this--this is a dream."

"Yes. But...my presence is not." Castiel smiled as Dean stood and wrapped him in a hug. "Jack saved me from the Cosmic Entity from the Empty. We've been improving Heaven."

Dean pulled back and sniffled as he slapped a hand on Cas' shoulder. "Man, where have you been, then? We've missed you."

"Angels stay in Heaven now. Jack and I thought it was best to keep our interference to a minimum." Cas chuckled. "I'm not technically supposed to be here now."

Dean licked his lips. "Well, then...what's with the, uh, Freddy Krueger you're pulling?"

"Dean requested it. He knows what's been happening on Earth, that you've taken on his memories and essentially become him, and he knows that you are avoiding Cassie."

Dean scoffed and stepped back from the angel. "I'm sure he's got an opinion on all this."

"He does. He has a strong opinion on what you're doing and what you should be doing." Castiel stepped closer. "He told me to tell you to get your head out of your ass. He said that, if you have his memories, you're in love with her too and you need to go to her. He knows you couldn’t live with losing her forever...so don't lose her."

"Cas, she's better off without me."

"Is she?" the angel challenged. "Because she’s Dean Winchester’s widow. Doesn't that put a target on her back?"

Dean pressed his lips together in a thin line and looked away. She could handle it...right? "She's got protections...and we taught her to fight. She's gonna be fine."

"Dean told me to tell you that if you don't get in his car and drive to Florida, he's going to 'rip your pansy lungs out'," Cas said, doing air quotes. Dean scoffed. "He was very adamant that you go to her."

"Fine. But it's gonna hurt her. I'm gonna hurt her." Dean was absolutely serious but Cas just smiled and shook his head a little. "Hey, uh, Cas? Before you go...I'm...I'm not gonna get to see you again, right? So, don't you think we should talk about-"

"I think that would be a bit redundant." Castiel’s smile brightened, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. "Dean and I have spoken at length about my sacrifice and the words spoken before Billie and I were taken to the Empty."

"And?"

"And Dean Winchester’s Heaven is full of people who love and cherish him...who see him for the hero he is. He never believes he's going to hurt any of them. You should learn from his example."

"DEAN! Look!" Dean looked behind him to see the girl kick the soccer ball at the goal. He couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

"Great job, Youngblood!" he shouted before turning back around. The angel was gone.

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Dean smiled tightly at Sam as he walked into the kitchen the next morning. “So, uh...I’m gonna take a few days...drive down to Florida.”

Sam’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah...Castiel came to me in a dream last night. Said the original me is up there in Heaven and he’s very unhappy with my choice.”

“Really?” Sam was obviously amused.

“Yeah. I don’t know if it was really him or not. Maybe it was just my brain kickin’ me in the ass but...I’m gonna go get ‘em back.”

“Thank you. I was hoping you’d come to your senses.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyway...I’ll be back in a couple days. I’ve got training on Monday so...it’ll be a short trip. Maybe she’ll come back, maybe she won’t but…” He shrugged. “Don’t know ‘til I go talk to her.”

“Good luck, man.”

Dean nodded before heading to the garage. He had plenty of time to get nervous as he drove toward his in-laws’ house in North Florida. A month wasn’t too long. She’d gone longer without him in the past, but...he was alive back then. She knew he’d be back eventually.

He parked the Impala down the street. He wanted to see her before he talked to her. He needed to see how she was working through his death...if she even needed him. Dead Dean told him to go, but if she was moving on, he’d just get back in the car.

She was on the porch when he arrived, coming around the neighbor’s house to hide in the shadows around the side of her parent’s house. “It’s still hard. I don’t think it’s ever not gonna be hard. I still keep wanting to hear that damn Impala coming down the road. But even if I did hear it...I know it’d be Sam.” Dean bit his bottom lip. She was still mourning him. “I don’t know, Manda, but Erik has been a godsend.” His eyebrows went up. Who the fuck is Erik? Did she move on already? “He’s the only reason I get out of bed most mornings. He’s been helping a lot with Aria, driving her to school in the morning and making breakfast. Oh, he makes the best pancakes.” She gave a small chuckle. “Not that I need pancakes. I’ve put on, like, fifteen pounds since he died. Yeah, that is a lot. Erik doesn’t think so either...and Dean wouldn’t care...but I care”

Dean watched her shrug before shaking her head. “I don’t know. He seems nice but...my parents didn’t even know Dean and I got married, so of course Erik doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand...but he’s helping anyway.” She sighed and hummed a little into the air, staring up at the moon. “It’s still just really hard.”

Dean watched as she finished her phone call to her best friend and kept looking up into the night sky. He had to force himself to step around the side of the house and toward her. “Who’s Erik?” he asked. It was the only thing he could think to ask. Green eyes behind thick, dark glasses went wide as she turned to look at him.

“Dean?” she squeaked.

“Mostly,” he whispered as she threw her phone to skim across the grass and launched herself at him. He closed his eyes as she wrapped her arms around him, overwhelmed by the feel of her warmth against him. “Come on, Crash, I taught you better than this. Where’s your silver and holy water, baby?”

“Inside,” she sobbed out into his chest. “But I know you’re you. I can feel it.”

He pressed his lips to her hair and took a step back, leaning down a bit to look directly into her eyes. “I am me, but I’m also...I’m also not. Can we...can we take a walk?”

“Of course!” she agreed, sniffling and wiping at her eyes under her glasses.

They started to walk out of the yard onto the street. “Okay, but before I get into my whole thing...who the fuck is Erik?”

“Oh, he’s a maintenance guy, works with my dad. When I moved to the Bunker, Erik rented my room.”

Dean nodded, his lips pursed. “So, he’s your parents’ tenant and you’re letting him take your daughter to school?”

“My parents trust him...I trust him.” She stuck her hands in her pockets and shrugged. “He’s a nice guy...and he’s a writer, too. He was shocked by the number of notebooks I have. He used to do all of his writing on his computer, but he’s started writing in notebooks since I showed him the versatility of handwriting a story. He said it was like going back to simpler times.”

“Okay. I guess...so, he’s just…”

“He’s just a guy that lives at the house.” She looked over at him as he jammed his hands in his jacket pockets. “So, how are you back? Sam burned you. You shouldn’t be back.”

“You remember when Chuck was destroying the other universes and the other versions of me and Sam showed up? They were fleeing their world.”

“I remember. Sam wouldn’t take his hair down.”

“Right, well...um…” He cleared his throat. “Couple weeks ago, Man-bun Sam died in South America. Werewolves...and Dean couldn’t take it and he did a full wipe of his memories so that he wouldn’t have to remember and Sam went to Rowena to get her to fix it. Her version of fixing it was to give him, give me, your husband’s memories.”

“So, you’re-” She stopped in the middle of the street and turned to look at him. “You’re not my Dean?”

“Of course I am. I’ve got all of his memories. I’ve got all of his love.” He rubbed at the back of his neck. “Slightly different body...and a different soul. Your Dean is in Heaven. But I’m just like him. I’m exactly like him, Crash.”

She swallowed and searched his face for a few moments before she looked away. “The day we met...why was I crying?”

She was quizzing him, testing his memories, seeing how much like her husband he really was. “Mike left you,” he said quietly. “It wasn’t the first time...or the last. Rebel was about...two years old and you were tryin’ to hold yourself together. We shared some beer and talked about the monster Sam and I put down...and you gave me your number.”

“You, uh, you had a tattoo that I designed...it burned so you don’t have it now, but what-”

“I’ll get the rune again,” he interrupted. “So you can astral to me again.”

“Oh, it is you,” she whispered.

“It is me.” He wrapped her in a hug again and she grabbed at his jacket to hold him to her. “I don’t know how to go about this, though. How are we gonna explain to the kid that-”

“I-I don’t know.” She pulled back and shook her head. “I don’t know if she even caught on to the fact that you were dead...all I said was ‘gone’. I just said you were gone.”

That might make it easier. “Is she back at the house?”

“No. She’s with her father. It’s just Erik and my parents at the house right now.”

“Do your parents know I died? I’m just trying to determine if we can go in or if I’m sleeping in the car tonight.” He smiled at her as she sighed and looked away.

“I told them you broke up with me.”

“So, can I come inside?”

“You’ll have to sleep on the couch...unless you wanna sleep on the floor in Aria’s room. I’ve been sleeping with her on her loft bed since Erik has my old room and bed and all that.”

He smiled and headed toward the house, her hand in his. “She still have that big pile of stuffed animals under the loft?” She nodded and he smirked. “Then I’ll sleep in her zoo.”

She led him into the house and started up the stairs. They were halfway up the stairs when the door to the room that used to be hers opened. “Cass?” a voice asked. Dean stopped in his tracks.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, Erik.”

“It’s okay. I was just worried when you didn’t come back in. Are you-” Shadows fell over Dean and Crash as a figure stepped to the top of the stairs. “Oh, shit.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed as he stepped around his wife and up a few stairs. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” he demanded.

“You’re dead,” the blue-eyed man squeaked.

“About as dead as you’re about to be, Chuck.”

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So as I previously mentioned I’m gonna write a post to explain Donna Beneviento’s character since I saw so many people confused or straight getting it wrong.

・Background story Let’s start with her story. Donna had a visible scar on her face since childhood that made her fear people’s reaction and probably mockery, so she always hid herself. One day her parents died and she was left alone with Angie, the doll her father made for her, until Miranda adopted her (she’s still a kid here) and injected her with the Cadou which aggravated her cognitive functions already a bit messed up by a not specified mental illness (if I have to take a guess I’m personally routing towards sociopathy).

・Her goal/relationship with Ethan I didn’t see anyone talk about it, so here I am. Contrary to what a lot of people think the initial goal of Donna is not to kill Ethan (like Lady D or Moreau) but to make him stay forever with her by making him her father. In fact through Angie she says “she’ll make a better daughter than Rose” and asks him to stay forever. Other lines I can quote to prove my point are “Everything would have been better if Rose wasn’t born” and “Do you do this to Rose too?”. With her is always Rose and nothing else. It’s clear she’s jealous of the baby cause she wants Ethan to be her father. To achieve her goal she creates the monstrous fetus allucination which is a grotesque and morbid representation of the real Rose (the fetus laughs when it sees you and calls you “dada”, childish way of saying daddy) in hope to convince Ethan that little children are horrible and scary and that she would be a better daughter. She also makes Mia look unreliable by revealing the lies she kept from her husband. Donna is basically trying to make Ethan dislike his current family. And why she does that? Because she lost her parents as child so, since Miranda is her mother, she also wants a father. But since he obviously doesn’t give up on Rose, Donna gets angry and finally tries to kill him in retaliation in the final part of the boss fight (hide and seek with Angie part).

・Relationship with Angie Last but very important point in her character. I see so many people get this wrong in posts or fanarts. Angie hasn’t her own conscience just her own personality because she’s not a separate being from Donna. She moves and talks just because she has part of the Donna’s Cadou in her just like the other dolls. She says and does what Donna wants her to say and do. I know it’s hard to think of them as the same person since Donna is shy, calm and composed, while Angie is loud, sadistic and chaotic but just imagine it as a kid with a stuffed animal. The kid gives the toy a personality and makes it talk and do stuff. They also pretends to have a full conversation with it and that the animal talks back to them. That’s exactly what Donna does with Angie. The only difference is that while a kid pretends the toy is alive, Angie is really alive thanks to the Cadou. Basically everything Angie says is, most of the time, what Donna wants to say but is too shy or afraid to say herself. She hides behind her doll and lets her do the talk and interact with people, just like she did with the gardener. That being said I really enjoy see all the headcanons and little comics where Angie gets Donna in trouble with her chaotic personality and she scolds the doll in a really flustered way. They’re funny and super cute! So even if they aren’t technically correct keep posting them guys, I love them!

#donna beneviento #angie #re8 #resident evil #village #doll

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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When A Bird Dies

Pair: Alcina/Mia

Summary: After Mother Miranda’s death, Alcina feels lost. She uses wine to cope and Mia tries to help her find a purpose.

AN: This one shot was inspired by Rosegarden Funeral Party’s Once In A While. It’s my first time writing Mia so apologies if it’s somewhat OOC. Ngl I was kind of just typing here and hoping for the best xD

Sometimes when she gets insecure, she gets drunk. And the lady is a woefully sloppy and unrefined drunk. Sometimes she drinks when she is sad. Mia doesn’t understand why she does this, the drinks only heighten her sorrow and leave her a sobbing mess.

On these nights, Mia wishes that she could carry the lady to bed. Lift her right off her feet and tuck her in. Perhaps rub her back until she comes back to herself. Her poised and fierce self. Back to the Alcina who speaks of skinning men alive and tasting their delectable blood.

But sometimes, the woman curled up and sobbing on the floor isn’t of any intrigue to Mia. She is a pitiful thing. And sometimes a disgusting sniveling thing. Really, Mia thinks that she ought to take the woman’s wine from her. Sometimes she grows tired of what it can reduce Dimitrescu to.

“You would do this in front of your daughters?” Mia asks.

“My daughters aren’t here.”

“Yes, they’re off fetching and bedding maidens.” She comments dryly. Sometimes bitterness gets the best of her. Sometimes she finds herself slipping and lapsing into something that she isn’t proud of, not even slightly. Maybe the woman in front of her is wearing off on her. Maybe it is this village infecting her just as swiftly as the mold.

“How dare you?” Lady Dimitrescu growls. She wipes her eyes, smearing mascara and foundation. Her face is twisted into a furious, almost feral snarl. Double so with crimson of blood-wine staining her teeth. “Talk about my daughters like that…” she slurs. “I’ve never said an ill word of that Rose.”

She could slap the woman. She very well should. Dimitrescu knows well that Rose is a subject not to be spoken of. Even years later it still stings to think of having to let the baby go. To think of having to let Ethan go. To have watched them make their way out of the village with only a glance back.

To know that the mold has infected and warped her so beyond repair that she had to let the two of them go and remain here amid the other freaks and monsters. And only this one, this sorry drunk had taken pity on her. Mia supposes that calling her a drunk is a bit of a stretch. She only drinks when she thinks. And lately she has been doing a lot of thinking. She says that she thinks until her head hurts. Undoubtedly she misses Mother Miranda, the wretched beast.

Without Mother Miranda she is both stronger and weaker. She is bolder, freer. Bolder, freer, and sadder. Though sometimes Mia thinks that it is merely a melodrama, that the mutant just wants attention. And with nothing better to do, Mia gives it to the woman. Most of the time she only dimly recalls having received any affection at all.

And maybe it is her maternal side that does the talking and moving. Her maternal side that compels her to help the tall lady to her unsteady feet. “You’re going to have to stop this.” Mia sighs. “You’re a lot stronger than this.”

.oOo.

Alcina shakes her head. These days she doesn’t feel much like that. Between Mother Miranda’s great fall and her own at the hands of Ethan Winters, she has found herself feeling rather inadequate.

Her weakness now runs so deep that she can’t even bring herself to go through with her vengeance. To drive a claw through one end of Mia and out the other and deliver the corpse straight to her husband and his wretched daughter.

Right now her head hurts too much to stand, let alone skewer a woman. And even if she had the ability she is coming to find that she has quite a soft spot for Mia. To think that she has fallen so low that she finds herself fancying a human. She is lucky that her daughters aren’t here to see this. She resents it with a fury, but Mia is right. She needs to get herself together.

“Sit with me?” She pats a spot on her lap. The woman hesitates. “Sit with me.” She still hesitates but climbs into her lap all the same. “You know that I was thinking of bleeding you out? I was going to chain you to the ceiling just the way I did your husband.” She pauses, trying to detect fear or hatred on the woman’s face. It remains blank. Impassive and unphased. “I was going to taste your blood on my tongue, surely it tastes better than your husband’s. Woman…” she leans closer, hovers her lips over Mia’s exposed neck. “Women taste better. Sweeter, richer. They aren’t so dirty and stale.”

“And how does your blood taste, Lady Dimitrescu?”

She furrows her brows, admittedly, the question has thrown her. “My blood…”

“I don’t bleed.”

“Everyone bleeds, Lady Dimitrescu.” Mia seems to study her face. “You just bleed differently. I imagine that your blood tastes like wine. You drink enough of it.”

Her face colors. It helps her case very little that she is already quite tipsy. Tipsy and absurdly emotional. She understands why Mia isn’t quite so intimidated by her today. “I do not bleed.” She repeats again.

“You would hemorrhage if your daughters died. Mother Miranda died and look at you...you’re bleeding all over the place.” She reaches up and wipes a tear from Alcina’s eye. “It’s depressing and fascinating to watch.” She pauses. “I’ve looked after a mutant before. Eveline. The infected definitely bleed. The hurt and cry just the way we do. You wouldn’t even know that some of them are mutated.”

Alcina cringes, “don’t you dare compare me to…”

“Humans?” Mia asks. “You were human once.”

“That...that was a very long time ago.” And there is not one part of her that wishes to return to that feeble, delicate state. “You’d do well not to bring it up again.” Where did she put the wine bottle? But the words have already well and settled upon her, she doesn’t think that more wine can drive them out this time.

Evidently she isn’t sure what to do. Isn’t sure that she has a purpose at all anymore. Donna has her dolls and Karl has his machines. She never thought that she would find herself near the same level as Salvatore--confused and lost.

She could continue to export her wines, she supposes. But that has lost its charm now that Mother Miranda won’t be around to stop in for a taste. To dully express a fondness for the drinks.

She has her girls but they have their own lives to live and now that the weather is warming, they are out and about more often.

“What shall I do, Mia?” She murmurs.

Mia’s face softens and the woman brings a hand to her cheek. Her hand is somewhat cold but the gesture has a warmth to make up for it. “About what? Your startling bloodlust?”

“What shall I do now that Mother Miranda is gone?”

“First you can put down the bottle.” She takes it right from Alcina’s hands and puts it aside. “And then you can start living your own life again. Your way.”

She isn’t sure that she remembers how.

“You used to enjoy jazz, yes?”

“Quite well.” She nods. And she still enjoys digging out an old record every now and then.

“Well, why don’t you put a record on, we can have dinner, and discuss how to get you back into the music industry.”

“I don’t believe that I fit into the scene anymore.” And she means it most literally.

“That’s what we’ll be talking about. I’d love to get out of this village every now and again. Perhaps you can do the singing and I can do some lip syncing?”

It isn’t such a horrid plan. If nothing else, it gives her something to fantasize about. Something to look forward to. And perhaps if she doesn’t kill the woman or corrode her soul completely--they might make a fine duo.

Mia casts a smile over her shoulder.

Sometimes, Alcina loses herself. At least this time she may have help finding herself.

#Alcina Dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #Resident Evil #Alcina/Mia

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Time for a story - Level Two

To read before: Present tense & Missing & So it begins

“Did you find out anything?”

Dominic’s facial expression answered Oliver’s question before he shook his head already. Being at the precinct and talking to the task force that had been set up to find Tockman and the other criminals that had escaped during the earthquake had not helped at all. There was nothing that wasn’t in the files already.

“The task force is completely in the dark when it comes to Tockman,” Dominic replied, his voice low but still so full of worry, “and he is their last priority since his actions were less dangerous than the one of many others that managed to flee the prison.”

Oliver had anticipated that this was the case once he had seen who else had escaped. Looking back now, he could beat himself up for not checking the list of criminals closer when he had seen it. After the earthquake, he had worked his ass off to limit the ramifications for the people in the Glades. He had skimmed the list of things that had needed to be done for Iron Heights, bus he had passed those tasks onto other people. His priority had been taking care of the people in the Glades that had lost their homes. Again.

Maybe if he had taken a closer look onto that list or asked Felicity to keep a watch on the people that had escaped, Tockman wouldn’t have had an opportunity to plan and play this game. He would be behind safe bars now already, and Felicity would be in Oliver’s arms which was exactly where she belonged. She should be in bed with him right now, recovering from the night of sex that lay past them.

“Where is everyone else?”

“Downstairs.” Oliver nodded towards the elevator that led towards the bunker that was placed under what had used to be his campaign office. “I just needed a moment alone.”

He had gone upstairs to take some deep breaths of clear air and down the coffee Thea had gotten on her way back from the bunker after she had dropped Robbie at her neighbors’ place. Raisa had her day off and Oliver had asked her to keep Donna out of this for as long as possible. Once his mother-in-law had found out that he really was the Green Arrow, she had had troubles trusting him. She had wanted another, a safer life for her daughter and her grandchildren.

During their first conversation after Donna had found out that he was the Green Arrow, she had told Oliver that she had considered asking him to leave. She had thought that Felicity’s life as well as the life of her grandchildren was safer without him. Their conversation hadn’t really silenced her doubts. It had just soothed them a little. After that, Oliver had sworn himself to prove her wrong. He had sworn himself to show Donna what Felicity had always told him – that his presence in their life was enriching their family instead of tearing it down.

Now, after all the trust he had earned and all the work he had put into convincing his mother-in-law, he might have to admit that she was right. His presence was endangering his family because of his past.

Shaking his head, he quickly shook his head, pushing that thought away. He knew it wasn’t going to help him. It wasn’t going to make him feel better or focus on finding Felicity. It wasn’t going to add anything good to this situation. He could still worry when the time to worry about this came. Right now, it was just not the time.

When Oliver’s phone rang, he hurried to pull it from the pocket of his phone. A single look at the display told him that an unknown caller was calling him. His heart started pounding in his chest. It was clear to him who was calling. Shooting Dominic a meaningful glance, he told him what was going on, and his brother-in-law’s muscles tensed in response.

“Tockman.”

“Oh, Oliver.” A long sigh fell from his lips. “I thought you were smarter.”

Oliver felt his heart drop right into his stomach that cramped badly at Tockman’s words. The air got stuck in his throat. His hands started trembling slightly, and his attempt to stop them from doing so only caused his muscles to stiffen.

He knew what Tockman meant, and he had still trouble to convince himself that he had made the right decision.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Maybe I should have added another rule,” Tockman said slowly and almost softly, “that you are not allowed to lie. It might help you to hold your tongue. Then again, you don’t seem interested in the other rules I put up either. Why else would your sister and her husband, the mighty John Diggle and his wife as well as Dominic Cole and Bruce Wayne be walking in and out of your little hideout?”

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath. Of course Tockman was keeping a watch on him. Not even the best tech hacks that Bruce was certainly capable of could help covering their steps if Tockman was waiting around, watching his every move.

“I think that with the team you have called to your help, it’s only fair if I limit your time to the half of it which means you have a little bit more than sixteen hours left now. Consider this level two of our little game.”

Quickly, Oliver adapted the countdown on his watch. The beeping sound of Nick’s phone made him shoot his brother-in-law a brief glance. He was sure that the countdown downstairs had been changed too which was why someone was calling Nick now to tell him.

The thoughts were rushing through Oliver’s head quickly. There were a thousand lose ends that he could follow. He and the team had done their best to find the next clues and find out what to do next. So far, the most promising – and scaring – clue was connected to the words Tockman had have the mortician tell him.

“You buried Felicity alive.”

It should be a question because Oliver wasn’t as sure about that as the assertion made it sound. In the back of his mind, Oliver knew that it was the most logic consequence to the information he had – the small, dark thing Felicity was held hostage in, the words of the mortician, the fact that she could only be found alive if she was found in time – but he wanted to be hopeful. There had to be less horrific things than this being done to Felicity.

There was a long moment of silence that felt like it was taking forever. Oliver stared at the countdown of his watch, thinking about how he only had until the early morning night to find Felicity alive. Her time was running out on three seventeen tomorrow morning. How was he supposed to find her until then when they had barely some lose threads?

“You didn’t ask a question.” Tockman chuckled with amusement. “You are learning faster than I thought you would I guess.”

Oliver’s fingers tightened around the phone once more. He wanted to scream, and he wanted to run. He wanted to grab Tockman at his hair and slam his head against a wall and the floor again and again until the bones of his scalp had the same consistency as pudding. He’d enjoy the sight of Tockman’s dead body to his feet.

It had been a while since Oliver had felt that much rage the last time. Even when the Smoak & Queen Science Center for kids had been attacked in the middle of the day with dozens of kids around, Oliver hadn’t been this enraged. Sure, he had wished hell on the people responsible for traumatizing kids at a place that had been set up to make them feel safe. An attack like that was more honest than the coward game Tockman was playing right now.

“I like a fair game, so I’ll take it.” Tockman hummed for a moment, and Oliver could basically hear how much he enjoyed all of this. “Yes, I buried Felicity alive. She’s lying in a nice coffin, hopefully feeling comfortable. I can guarantee you that it was a good coffin, no cheap stuff. If you don’t find her, you can be sure that Felicity got a good and dignified place to rest.”

Oliver’s fingers had tightened around the phone so much now that he wouldn’t be surprised if his phone burst. The blood was rushing in his ears, and the urge to scream and kill Tockman increased all the more.

Thinking that Felicity might be buried alive had been bad enough. Now that he knew it was true, Oliver felt like he was going crazy at the bare idea. Felicity was lying in some coffin, probably several feet under the ground. She was treated like she was dead already when, really, she was still so very alive.

How sick did you have to be to enjoy this psychotic shit?

“Sixteen hours left,” Tockman told him, “let’s hope you will find her in time though I really don’t care. What’s one more death on your shoulders? Maybe her death will cause you to kill less or maybe more. It’s going to be interesting to find out.”

With that, he ended the call. Olive didn’t waste a second. He hurried towards the elevator immediately and pushed the button for it to go down repeatedly. Just before the doors closed, Nick pushed himself inside of the small cage too, looking at him with perked up eyebrows.

“What did we say?”

“That we were right,” Oliver said darkly, “with our suspicion that the mortician’s words mean.”

“She was buried alive?”

Oliver nodded his head, forming his hand to a tight fist. “Yes.”

He knew he was close to losing himself in the feeling of pure horror that was spreading inside of his body quickly. He couldn’t allow himself to do that though. Every single second he had left counted, and he would need every single one to find Felicity alive. He had to focus.

“I need your phone.”

Nick didn’t ask any question and just handed his phone to Oliver. Taking it, Oliver hurried to dial one of the many numbers he still had memorized. The dial tone sounded a couple of times before the call was taken.

“Donna Smoak.”

Donna hadn’t always introduced herself with her full name. Actually, she rarely ever had in the years that Oliver had known her now. Since her wedding with Quentin was getting closer, and she had already announced that she was going to hyphenate. Oliver guessed she wanted to say the name Donna Smoak a couple of more times before she became Donna Smoak-Lance.

Oliver squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather his courage. Donna hadn’t had an easy life. She had suffered through a lot of injustice before she had found the happiness she had now. She loved her life in Starling as she had found love and family here.

Now Oliver had to tell her that maybe a lot of that happiness was going to be taken from her because he had pulled Felicity into his mission.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Donna.”

“Oliver.”

She knew. Oliver could hear it in her voice. She knew something was wrong because he hadn’t called from their phone at home or from his private phone. Maybe she had also heard the tension in his voice. As someone who was as close to him as a real mother, she did know him quite well after all.

“Can the kids stay with you today too?”

Donna hesitated. Oliver knew that her mind was racing. She was going through all the terrible things that could be happening to them right now that could make it necessary for the kids to stay with her for a little longer.

“Is Felicity alright?”

No, Oliver thought to himself, Felicity was certainly not okay. He didn’t know where she was or how she was doing right now, but he knew that she was not okay.

Earlier this morning, when Oliver had talked to Felicity, she had eventually told him that she was tired. They had talked some more before he had told her to go to sleep, so she was fit if they needed her knowledge and skills to find her. Felicity had been scared about going to sleep at first, and Oliver got that. He had been afraid of never waking up again whenever he had been on the verge of falling asleep on the island too. Oliver had promised to wake her up if anything happened.

Thinking about it now, he felt his stomach cramp even more. He would have to tell Felicity that he had less time. She needed to know that since it was her life that was on the line.

“Oliver.”

Donna’s voice was sharp as her nerves weren’t able to take it anymore. She needed to know what was happening to her daughter. Oliver couldn’t tell her all the details of what had happened and what still was happening though. There was no time, and he didn’t have the energy to say it, never mind soothing Donna.

“I will find her.”

Those words were much more than just a promise for things to be okay again eventually. They were a confession that Oliver had no idea where Felicity was right now. With the life they led, it was a clear that it was a dangerous thing to happen. When someone was taken, it rarely ever ended well.

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know,” Oliver replied honestly, “I-“

The doors opened downstairs. Oliver pressed his lips together. He knew that Donna deserved to know all the details. She should know the danger Felicity in, but she should also know how brave Felicity had been to take Tockman down. Her daughter had only grown stronger and more courageous since then.

He didn’t have the time to tell her all of that now though.

“I have to go. I have to find her. I will have someone of the team call you and tell you everything,” Oliver promised, “for now I just need to know if the kids can stay with you.”

“Of course. Of course they can. What should I tell them?”

“That Felicity and I are needed for vigilante business. They understand that it’s urgent and that something could be happening. They won’t be angry that we lied to them and told them everything was okay when it wasn’t.”

“Okay. Okay, I will do that.”

“If anything is going on, just call Thea.”

“She is with you in the bunker? Although she is pregnant?”

“Yes.” Oliver stepped onto the platform in the middle of the bunker. “Thea will call you in a minute and tell you everything.”

“Okay. Oh, Oliver.”

“Yeah?”

“Find my daughter.”

“I will.”

Oliver hung up the phone quickly, trying to ignore the little voice in his head that told him that, of course he would find her, just not necessarily alive. He couldn’t think about that now though, so he just shot Thea a glance. She nodded her head and hurried to some quiet corner, already pulling her phone from the back pocket of her jeans to call Donna.

“Tockman found out that the team is in, so he limited our time,” Oliver explained and quickly checked that his watch and the countdown Tockman controlled were showing the same time, “he also admitted that he buried Felicity alive. We are on the right track.”

“Assuming that it was the right lead, we did some research on where he could have buried her,” Roy said, “and his sister is buried on a cemetery outside of Starling. The money he wanted to steal in Starling back then should have been used to save her. Instead, she died, and Tockman wasn’t allowed to visit her in the hospital or go to her funeral.”

“Maybe that is where he buried Felicity,” Lyla said slowly, “at least it’s our only lead.”

Oliver frowned slightly. He hadn’t known that Tockman had a sister, never mind that she had died. Maybe that was why he had chosen to attack Felicity now. Somehow, it just didn’t exactly add up.

“If his sister was so important to him, why would he call her into this? Why would he bury Felicity around her, knowing that we will bury her out there?”

Roy pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and lowered his gaze with a shrug of his shoulders. Dominic crossed his arms in front of his chest and narrowed his eyes at Oliver, thinking about his words carefully. Lyla was looking at Oliver with puckered lips while she was just waiting for him to answer her question. John seemed to agree with his wife, while Bruce was wary of everything.

Usually, they were a lot fast to decide. With what they had to lose here, nobody wanted to make the decision. Nobody wanted to say they should go there when it could cause them to lose even more time. Nobody wanted to be the one to blame if they made a wrong decision and didn’t find Felicity alive after all.

Oliver got that because even if he knew that the team would never endanger Felicity willingly, he would blame whoever would make the wrong choice.

“Lyla is right,” John said eventually, “it’s our only lead and we should follow it.”

It didn’t come as a surprise that John was the one to make this decision eventually. He was the one who knew Oliver the best of the people here. They had been a team for longer than Oliver had been with anyone else. If someone could take Oliver’s unfair reproaches, it was him.

As soon as Oliver nodded his head in agreement, giving the final go to leave and try this, everyone got up and took the things they needed or thought they could help. Only Bruce stayed sitting back in Felicity’s chair, still entirely focused on the numbers that were showing on the monitors.

“Aren’t you coming with us?”

“No,” Bruce replied, “because, just in case that it’s a red herring, I want to work on some other clues. Maybe the footage we receive of Felicity through the tablet can be located. Maybe there is a way to outsmart Tockman. He didn’t think someone with skills in tech was going to be in it, so maybe this is our best chance.”

“How likely is that?”

“Not much.” Bruce shrugged his shoulders. “It’s worth a try though.”

Oliver nodded his head. “I will call you as soon as we know anything.”

“I’ll do the same.”

The two exchanged a long gaze, assuring each other that they’d do everything they could to save the woman they loved. Either of them would use their own skills to make this work. Oliver would use his knowledge of Tockman. Bruce would use his interest and his abilities when it came to tech which luckily happened to be Tockman’s special field too. Together, they would hopefully make it.

Oliver had already taken several steps towards the back exit. “Oh, and Bruce?”

Bruce stopped working for a moment and turned around to Oliver, still in the chair. He perked up his eyebrows slightly. His eyes looked at him sharply though. He wanted to know more, and he tried to read it from Oliver’s face.

“You should tell Felicity that we might be coming. Maybe, if she hears us, she can give us a sign.”

Oliver could see how much this meant to Bruce. The thought that Oliver was giving away an excuse to talk to Felicity and make that painfully loud light shine into her face and offer that chance to him was more than Bruce had received from anyone in the last years or ever really. He knew it was no naturalness.

“I will,” he promised, nodding his head, “you can count on me.”

“I know I can.”

With that that, Oliver turned away and hurried after his friends.

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“What exactly should we be looking for?” Roy asked getting out of the van. “I mean are we looking for something that screams scavenger hunt or are we looking for wet earth that tells us a grave has been scooped?”

Oliver felt his fingers moving together nervously at Roy’s question. He knew that it was important that they all agreed on what they were looking for. It would make it easier to split and look for traces at different corners of the wide cemetery. The better they knew what they were expecting, the faster they could find those it. Hopefully.

“We look for anything that’s suspicious,” John answered eventually, “no matter how big or how small it is. Tockman will not make this easy for us, but he wants the game to keep going too. There’s only a small line between those two options.”

“I found Beverly Tockman’s grave on the plan.” Lyla had her eyes narrowed at her phone slightly. “I think that is where we should start. If we don’t find anything there, we can still split and continued searching the rest of the area. Like Johnny said, Tockman wants the game to keep going, and searching the entire cemetery will take too long, especially since Oliver was meant to do it alone.”

Oliver doubted that Tockman hadn’t planned on the team’s involvement. He had planned this through thoroughly, and he must have known that the team was a factor to work into his plan.

“What do you say?”

Oliver nodded his head as it sounded a like a good plan. He was relieved that he didn’t have to call the shots here. He could barely think clearly. Despite the hope he had received through talking to Felicity on the phone, he felt the fear of terrible things happening to him soon. Tockman was serious about this, and he had planned this through well.

Following Lyla, they all hurried to the same aisle of graves. Oliver looked at the gravestones, skimming the names of the many people that had lost their lives and were buried here. He looked for any hint in the names, something that rang a bell or something that told him that there was something off. There wasn’t anything to notice though, or maybe Oliver just didn’t notice it.

Eventually, they came to stand in front of Beverly Tockman’s grave. It was a neatly trimmed grave. A lavishly designed and decorated stone was set up at the head of a bed of flowers. Flowers of all colors had been planted, reminding Oliver of a rainbow. If it was any sign, Oliver guessed that Beverly Tockman had had the same shiny temper as Felicity had. Maybe that was why Tockman was taking this thing between him and Felicity so personal.

Taking in a deep breath, Oliver pushed that though away. He shouldn’t think about this now. All thoughts about why this was happening should wait until Felicity was safe. They had to wait until then.

“Nothing looks suspicious,” Roy said, “at least on first glance.”

“Agreed.” John nodded his head. “Still, someone should check this a little bit more thoroughly.”

“I’ll do that,” Oliver said quickly.

“I could do it too,” Roy offered, “just in case-“

“I’ll do that.”

Oliver’s voice was a lot firmer now that he repeated the words. He needed to do something, so he wouldn’t feel as helpless as he had felt for the past hours. Searching Beverly Tockman’s grave certainly wasn’t as nice or as relieving as punching the crap out of somebody that could maybe give him some information. It was better than not doing anything and just standing back and watching though.

Too many times, Oliver had been forced to stand back and watch. When he had been forced to decide between Sara and Shado, he had stood back and watched until the gun had been pointed at Sara and he had tossed himself in front of her, causing Shado’s death in consequence. He had kneeled on the floor again, being forced to decide between his mother and his sister, and he had watched his mother sacrificing her life for both of her children. He had stood back, watching so many things happening. He couldn’t do it if he might lose Felicity. He just couldn’t lose her. It would kill him.

Putting his feet on the first stepping stone to the gravestone, Oliver crouched down. After a moment of hesitation, he brushed his fingertips through the topmost layer of earth there. Nothing was to be found though.

Oliver proceeded to the next stepping stone. Again, he crouched down and brushed his fingers through the topmost layer or earth. There was nothing to be found between the flowers though. Only when he moved his fingers closer to the gravestone, he found something. His fingertips brushed against something edgy.

“Got something.”

Oliver mumbled the words more to himself than to the people watching him. He hurried to push the earth away and lifted the small box made of wood out of the dirt. He turned it between his hands slowly and looked at it thoroughly. He tried to find anything suspicious, anything that told him if this was something good or something bad, but there was nothing there. Like with every trace Tockman had left so far, there was nothing that told him anything about whether it was a right trace to follow or a red herring to avoid.

That was the big question here, right? Was this a trace or a red herring?

Like Lyla had said before, this was their only trace. Tockman hadn’t given them much to work with. The connection between the mortician, the fact that Felicity was buried alive and Tockman himself was his sister’s grave. There really hadn’t been any other leads to follow.

Still, Oliver had a bad feeling about his. If his sister really meant as much to Tockman as he was trying to make them believe, he wouldn’t pull his sister into it. He hadn’t had a chance at saying goodbye to her. He wouldn’t desecrate her rest in death.

It really was there only chance though. There was no other lead to follow, nothing else to look into. They either had this or nothing, and doing nothing was not an option. He couldn’t do nothing. He’d lose too much.

Despite the feeling of impending danger in the back of his neck, Oliver took in a deep breath and opened the small box.

The big, red numbers jumped from fourteen hours and forty-one minutes down to seven hours and two minutes. His feeling had been right. This really was a red herring, and now there was even less time left for him to find Felicity.

How was he going to make this?

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She could hear something. Felicity was sure of it. Someone was walking right on top of her, on the earth she had been buried beneath.

When the light had been switched on again after her conversation with Oliver, Felicity had thought that he was talking to her again to wake her up. She had expected him to think about how he could give her a sense of normality. Making sure that she stayed adapted to a normal rhythm of day and night had sounded like a logical decision.

Instead, she had heard Bruce’s voice. While there had been a brief moment of disappointed, something Bruce had recognized easily, Felicity had soon been relieved to hear any voice at all. Knowing that the team was working on finding her and that Oliver had gotten himself help that he certainly needed a lot had given her a good sign.

Bruce had told her that the team was following some leads to find her. That Tockman had buried her alive had shocked Felicity although it hadn’t really surprised her. She had thought about the place she was taken hostage in as a box or a thing. The moment Bruce had told her that it was probably a coffin, she had known that it was true. She had been buried alive in a coffin like she was already dead.

She was still alive though and she might soon get a chance at going back home. The team was looking for her at a cemetery, the same cemetery that Beverly Tockman had been buried on. It sounded like a good trace, something that could actually lead them to where she was, so they could get her out of here and take he home.

Exactly 3871 seconds after the light had been switched off again, Felicity heard steps. Now that she knew where she was – approximately six feet under the ground – she could assess the noises around her more easily. She could listen into the silence for even the smallest noise and realized what it could be. She had heard a dog barking. She had heard a woman arguing with her kid after it had run too far ahead. She had heard a couple in love talking about running away to get some rest from the world.

Now, Felicity could hear the team. Their steps were right on top of her. The thick profiles of their shoes pressed into the earth. Their voices were low, but she could still hear them. Roy was a little clueless about what to do, leaving the lead to the others as he often did in times of crisis because he knew his temper wasn’t getting them anywhere. Lyla was reasoning to go all-in as her experience with A.R.G.U.S. had taught her that risks were a necessary evil to get what you wanted. John was trying to maintain a balance between risk and caution as he always did, knowing that a clear head was the most important thing. A clear head was what Oliver was missing. He was desperate, going back and forth between blind activism and a feeling of numbness and helplessness.

They were here. Felicity could hear it, and she knew it. She had a good feeling. The team was here, and they were going to safe her.

“I am here!” she shouted as loudly as she could despite how tired and hit her fists against the top of her coffin as hard as she could. “I am here! I am here! I am-“

The lights were switched on again, and Felicity held her hand in front of her face protectively. Although she was sure that it was Bruce, who wanted to tell her that the team heard her and that she should save her energy for seeing her kids again, she couldn’t resist the urge. The light was so fracking hot. It seemed to burn right through the backs of her hands and into the sensitive skin of her face.

She wanted to scream, or maybe she did. Felicity wasn’t sure. All of this felt so incredibly unreal. She felt like she was caught in a horror movie or maybe a particularly bad nightmare that made her feel like she was losing her mind.

“Hey.”

The soft sound of Oliver’s voice made Felicity gasp for breath and hold that breath in her lungs. She was relieved to hear his voice, but she could also tell that there wasn’t any good news. Oliver’s voice was defeated.

Why would he feel defeated though? She could hear them. She could hear them calling their name to assure that she really was here. Maybe they couldn’t hear her, but she could definitely hear them. She could hear their voices and-

“We are back at the bunker.” Oliver made a brief pause, taking in a trembling breath. “We followed the wrong leads, and we lost time. We lost a lot of time because we made the wrong decisions.“

Felicity frowned, about to tell him that he had to be wrong. She had heard them barely two seconds ago. She had heard their voices, arguing with what was the right thing to do here right now. They had been calling out her name, telling her that they were coming although they hadn’t been sure that she was there.

Listening into the silence now, there was nothing but quiet though. There were no voices. There were no noises. Maybe there never had been.

Felicity knew the team. She knew how everyone acted in times of crisis. They had been through so many crises already that she had been able to categorize and memorize their behaviors. She knew their tendencies of actions in times like these. Maybe she had just wishes for them to find her so much that she had imagined hearing them. Maybe none of the noises she had heard had been real.

“We weren’t successful.”

There was more than defeat in his voice. There was guilt. He felt guilty for making her feel hopeful when it all turned out to be a trap the team had stepped into. They hadn’t found her. They were no closer to finding he. They had just given away time, putting even more pressure on them to find her soon.

As disappointed as Felicity was because she had been looking forward to being back in the arms of her loved ones and wrapping her arms around her kids too, Felicity knew that there was nobody to blame. Chasing criminals and playing along to their games was a dangerous business. No matter what good instinct and thorough experience they had with psychopaths like Tockman, it was impossible to follow their train of thoughts in all details.

This was a step back, but it didn’t mean that the game was lost. They would find her. Felicity knew it. There was a setback, but it didn’t mean that all was lost. It was going to be okay at the end after all because they wouldn’t give up.

“It’s okay.”

Felicity whispered the words, fighting against the tears that threatened to well in her eyes as well as the tight lump that formed in her throat. She could barely get a sound out. Her voice didn’t sound like herself. It sounded like a stranger even to herself.

“How can that be okay?”

Although she couldn’t see Oliver’s face, she knew exactly what his face looked like in this moment. His intense gaze was urging itself into her soul from his deep blue eyes through hers. He wanted to know why she thought that it was okay. Why did she assume that it could possibly okay if he failed during one of the most important chases of a criminal in his life?

“You will find me,” Felicity whispered, “it might take some more time, but you will find me.”

“You have been missing for eighteen hours now, and there are less than seven left.”

“I know.” Saying it like that really made it sound like they were about to lose. “But I also know that you will find me. I really know you will.”

Oliver sucked in a deep breath. The quite noise it created told Felicity how close to breaking down he was. He was struggling to keep going on because he felt like life was ripped out from right under his feet.

There was a long moment of silence. Felicity didn’t know what to say to fill it which didn’t happen particularly often. Usually, she knew how to fill a silence. Her babbling made it easy for her. Today, she really had no idea what to say or do though. There wasn’t anything to say.

“You know, I am making my wish now.”

Felicity frowned briefly, not quite getting what he meant. Only after a moment she remembered the morning of his birthday when he hadn’t known what to wish for, so he had extinguished the flame of the candle with the tips of his fingers. It felt like it had been forever ago when that had happened and the promise of a romantic birthday night had been in the air.

Closing her eyes with a low sigh, Felicity could hear Oliver using a lighter. She was sure that he kindled the candle that had been on the cupcake she had brought with her when she had woken him up. Had he had it with him the entire time? Had he just waited for the moment when he realized what he could wish for or had he taken it with him when he had left the house to go to the bunker and meet the team?

Felicity didn’t know, and she didn’t ask. It wasn’t important. All that mattered was that Oliver seemed to have that candle with him now.

“So here’s my wish.”

Oliver didn’t say the words, but Felicity knew that he was wishing for her to come back to him safely. Right now, there was nothing he wanted more, just like she wanted to be back with him too. It was the only thing she wanted because it was the one thing that she needed for her life to be okay again.

The silence felt like it was taking forever. Felicity thought about telling him that they missed out on birthday sex which really was a pity, but she didn’t say it. She knew that Oliver would know that she was just trying to be funny. Birthday sex wasn’t that important, not considering the things that might happen to them in the future.

If they never had birthday sex or any sex again, that would be okay right now. All Felicity really wanted was to be held by Oliver and to hold him too. That was all she wanted and needed for the rest of her life.

→ → → → →

Oliver’s eyes were glued to the countdown. The twitching movements of his fingers were the only reaction at the time that ran out way too quickly. There was only a little more than five hours left. Soon, it was going to be less than five hours, and then it was down to zero.

How was he going to find her in five hours when there was nothing to work with? Why didn’t they get to move forward? What had they missed?

Tockman wanted to play a game, but it was only a game as long as both sides were playing. Without any hints, Oliver couldn’t make his next move. He couldn’t keep playing this dark and twisted game. He couldn’t-

“I got something!”

Like a hungry bevy of birds that noticed a crumb of bread on the floor, the team gathered behind Bruce’s chair. They all stared onto the monitors of the computers.

“Did you manage to locate the signal of the video footage?”

“No.” Bruce shook his head, and an almost angry expression spread on his face as he wasn’t happy admitting that he hadn’t been successful at the attempt at locating her. “The signal is being transmitted all over the world before it reaches us, and its changed again and again. I am working on it, but it takes more time.”

“What else did you find then?” Thea asked, leaning over his shoulder. “Is that a second destination for the data?”

“The video footage and the audio data is being transferred to us and a second location through a second channel.”

“Tockman,” John said immediately. “You got that son of a bitch.”

“Yes.”

“Then we should go,” Lyla said before shooting Oliver a glance, “and although I know you won’t agree with me, I still think we should get some of my agents into it, just a small circle of people I trust. Those would be the people I would trust with Johnny’s life and the life of our kids. I know you won’t like it, but it will be for the better. The more eyes, ears and hands we have, the better.”

Oliver didn’t reply. A.R.G.U.S. was the last of his worries right now. He wasn’t even sure if they should go to the location Bruce had found in the first place. They had made a wrong decision before, and it had taken a lot of precious time from them. They couldn’t lose risking more, especially as long as they didn’t have any other leads to follow.

“Oliver.” John looked at his friend intensely. “What do you think?”

“What if it’s another trap?” Oliver asked, his mind racing and his fingers rubbing together nervously. “What if this is another red herring to take even more time from us? We have lost so much time already.”

“This is our only chance. It’s our only lead and-“

“You said that before, Lyla.”

Oliver knew that his voice was sharp, sharper than it should be. He had agreed with Lyla’s decision to go to Beverly Tockman’s grave at the end. If it had been different, the team wouldn’t have gone there. They all knew that he was the one who had to make the ultimate decisions here because he was the one who would have to suffer through the loss if they lost this game.

Slowly, Oliver’s eyes turned towards Bruce. Although he wasn’t part of the Arrow Family and he wasn’t necessarily part of his closest friends, Oliver knew that Bruce was the one person he could trust to decide with Felicity’s wellbeing in mind first and foremost. Bruce loved Felicity just as much as Oliver did, and he wanted her back safe just as much as Oliver did.

Bruce let out a long breath, pursing his lips. He was used to making hard decisions because he was making decisions in the field every night of his life too. It was different when it was a loved one who might be paying the price though. His eyes told Oliver that he wasn’t used to making this kind of decisions.

“I know it’s dangerous,” Bruce said eventually, slowly and not entirely convinced, “but you and I together are more dangerous when Felicity’s life is on the line and-“

Bruce stopped when Oliver’s phone rang. Quickly, Oliver grabbed it, thinking to find the same suppressed number on his display that had tortured him for hours now. Instead, it was Dominic’s name blinking on the display.

“Dominic, I need to keep this line open for Tockman and-“

“Tockman won’t call you anymore,” Dominic said, his voice sounding tense.

Oliver felt his heart skipping a beat before it started racing in his chest. More bad news was coming. Oliver could hear it in Dominic’s voice already.

“What happened?”

The silence that followed probably didn’t last longer than two seconds. For Oliver, it felt like it was taking forever, but it was nothing compared to the endless moment of shock that followed Dominic’s answer.

“Tockman was just arrested.”

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freddieslater · 3 years

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10 Favourite Female Characters From 10 Different Fandoms

(List your 10 favorite female characters from 10 fandoms, then tag 10 people)

Thank you so much for the tag @a-lil-bi-furious !! ❤️

1. Malia Tate from Teen Wolf

Starting off strong — literally, she has the strength of, like, a bear and the temper of one! My angry girl!! I just loved her from the very first second we were introduced to her after turning back. She went through so much, and it clearly had a big impact on her, and we got to see her grow through most of it (but not all of it because the writers suck a bit) and work to become a pack member instead of the lone coyote she had gotten used to being. Also, she insanely pretty and cute so she’s allowed to growl at people every so often!

2. Liv Parker from The Vampire Diaries

My angry and extra sassy girl — witch edition! There’s just something about her that I love. I really understand Tyler; she could insult me and blast me across a room with magic and I would fall in love with her. But we know that a lot of her mean-girl attitude comes from her family issues, and it’s more of a defense mechanism than anything. So, it was nice to see a softer side of her around both Luke and Tyler — and Jo, on occasion. She knew she was the “weaker” twin and as much as the thought of dying scared her, she still stood strong and tried to find a way to save Luke from having to live with that guilt by finding another way — just as she saved Tyler from triggering his curse by killing someone (who was already dying because of him) for him. And then in the end, knowing she was going to die anyway, she saved him again. She deserved a way better ending and more of a chance to grow since we definitely were not done with her story, so I will be forever bitter but I love and appreciate the time we had her for!

3. Hope Mikaelson from Legacies

Is it cheating if they’re from the same universe but not the same show? I just love this little Tribrid so much. She’s gone through a lot her entire life — literally, she had people trying to kill her before she was even born. She lost her mum, and then her dad, and her uncle. Not to mention the, uh, killing a bunch of people in between and also finding out your first boyfriend helped kidnapped your mum in a plot to kill her and you (that he didn’t know about, given, but still). And having virtually no friends at school. But she still tried to be so strong all the time, to a point where she really should let more people in it and see that soft, vulnerable part that’s still in there. Her anger is justified, and sometimes out of her control due to her family, and I wish they’d let her get real help for it. She shouldn’t have to be the “hero” or the “saviour” all the time and I wish they would just cut her a break, let her rest, and have a moment of happiness that doesn’t end with her feeling like she didn’t deserve it.

4. Wanda Maximoff from MCU

(First of all, you don’t know how painful it was having to wade through a bunch of Pietro gifs in the process of finding this one.) The version of Wanda in the MCU is very... complex. Obviously there’s a lot of issues With the character, but if I’m focusing solely on who she is in the MCU, then I love her so much. And she definitely has some issues in her life. She starts off as the bad guy, angry and seeking “justice” (and revenge) for what happened to her parents, and in the same movie, we see her realize that the side she was working for wasn’t any better. We see her character develop quite a bit in just her first movie, and then over the course of the next ones, we see more sides to her; her guilt over hurting innocent people through a quickly-made decision, her compassion for Vision and for those other people, her grief over losing Pietro and Vision. And she herself is so powerful! She tries to live with the pain she’s endured but it takes over without her control, because both her grief and her magic are all-consuming. And I add this because I still refuse WandaVision’s change to the timeline: she went through all of this before she was eighteen. She’s so young, and in pain, but she still tries so hard to push through because other people need her, and she doesn’t want them to suffer like she has. Also, I just think it’s pretty when she does those little hand movements to possess people and her eyes turn red.

5. Nymphadora Tonks from Harry Potter

She deserved the absolute world. Her death was unnecessary, and I hate it, because she should have gotten to live the rest of her life raising her son, happy with her husband, and just generally being alive. She was so full of life and joy, and she tried to be the source of those things in the middle of a literal war when everyone was at their lowest and felt hopeless or angry. Also would’ve loved more scenes of her and her favourite cousin, Sirius, because they would be chaotic and they both deserved that. ALSO also, she’s very pretty, can change her appearance and chose to have pink/purple hair and dresses like how tiny me wanted to dress, so I immediately fell in love, of course.

6. Kara Danvers from Supergirl

She’s just so kind and compassionate despite everything the world has put her through — but she’s also angry deep down, and she’s hurt and in pain, and some of my favourite moments of hers are when she’s allowed to express that. When she’s allowed to really just lose it and lash out at the people who hurt her because she pushes it down for so long so that she can help everyone else that it finally just explodes.

7. Jody Jackson from The Dumping Ground

TW: mentions of different forms of child abuse. This girl deserves the whole world but I promise you that the world does not deserve her. The same can be said for pretty much all of the characters in The Dumping Ground, to be honest, but god she has just been through so much. Neglected by her mum from a very young age, abused physically and verbally by her and (presumably) both of her brothers, and it’s implied she’s abused sexually by one of her brothers as well. Of course when we first meet her she is angry and terrified. She still is because the trauma developed and was never fully dealt with, so she still carries it all around in her mouth and fists, until one little thing happens to make her lash out. And she knows she has a problem — she is terrified of becoming her brother, and sometimes her mum, and all she wants is to not hurt the people she loves. Because she loves so much, it’s just hard for her to know how to show it sometimes because sometimes all she can remember is how her family “loved” her. But she’s grown so much since she went into care and she’s getting help at last, and I just have so much hope for her happiness in the next series to come.

8. Annie Marks from Good Girls

She’s short, fiesty, will make jokes at the worst possible time, won’t stop calling a literal gang leader who has threatened her life on more than one occasion “gang friend”, was incredibly supportive and accepting of her son when he came out as trans, will punch someone when necessary (probably also when not), has a semi-friendly co-parenting thing going on with her ex, and is just all around adorably ridiculous.

9. Casey McDonald from Life With Derek

Ignoring Derek in the gif — Casey usually does, too. Casey is a perfectionist, and frankly, sometimes quite annoying about it and some other things, and yes, she definitey initiates a lot of the arguments between her and Derek. And that is why I love her. She is in no way perfect, and her striving to be comes from anxiety and insecurities that are partially the result of the instability in her life. I love how, no matter how much she may despise Derek, when there’s a real problem, she tries to help. She cares about the people in her life, and I can’t wait for her to return to as a mum of four!

10. Ashley Garcia from The Expanding Universe of Ashley Garcia

Someone give the world TO her, please?? It’s a shame this fandom is so small because she deserves so much love and appreciation. She’s a literal genius but lacks... a lot of social skills at the start of the show. But she learns from her friends, and gets to experience new things, including having a crush for the time (and the second!) and she’s just generally living life as a fairly normal teenager. While still being an absolute genius. I just love this smiley little dork so much!

Tagging: @pad-foots @donnas-troia @childofsquidward @multifandomlover121 @superarrowverse @dance-is-life27 to participate if you want to, but as always, no pressure! And anyone who wants to do this but wasn’t tagged — you have been now! Go do it!

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likeclarabow · 3 years

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in depth parks and rec

Top 5 favourite characters: april, ben, leslie, andy, ron

Other characters you like: all the parks people

Least favourite characters: marcia langman and her husband

Otps: benslie!!! And Andy/April

Notps: mark and leslie/mark and ann

Favourite friendships: leslie and ann, ben and chris, leslie and ron, ron and april, tom and donna, basically all of them

Favourite family: the parks department found family

Favourite episodes: Andy and April’s Fancy Party, Halloween Surprise, Ben and Leslie, Moving Up, One Last Ride

Favourite season/book/movie: 4 or 5 i think

Favourite quotes: anything leslie says

Best musical moment: andy’s song for lil sebastian

Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: benslie proposal!!!

When it really disappointed you: i hated when Ann left

Saddest moment: ann leaving or the finale

Most well done character death: lil sebastian

Favourite guest star: idk

Favourite cast member: Aubrey Plaza

Character you wish was still alive: lil sebastian?

One thing you hope really happens: I mean the show is done so...

Most shocking twist: idk

When did you start watching/reading?: last may i think

Best animal/creature: champion the dog

Favourite location: parks department

Trope you wish they would stop using: i don’t think there are any that annoyed me

One thing this show/book/film does better than others: parks and rec > the office (in terms of workplace-documentary-style show)

Funniest moments: is all an answer?

Couple you would like to see: idk i like the canon ones

Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: idk

Favourite outfit: I like April’s

Favourite item: all of Leslie’s very specific scrapbooks

Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: nope

What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: i want benslie to be my parents

Most boring plotline: season 1

Most laughably bad moment: not sure

Best flashback/flashfoward if any: the flash forwards in the finale

Most layered character: leslie?

Most one dimensional character: some of the side characters

Scariest moment: none

Grossest moment: also none

Best looking male: ben

Best looking female: april

Who you’re crushing on (if any): ben

Favourite cast moment: idk

Favourite transportation: the campaign bus ig (i don’t remember that many transportations

Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): that one scene with the pink sky in the camping ep

Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: idk

Best promo: idk

At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: a few episodes in

#this took so long my laptop froze halfway through #eva tag #abby gets mail

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riversofmars · 3 years

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“Doctor, how is she here? We literally just saw her in the Library and…“ Donna stared at River, struggling to comprehend.

“Younger version? Surely. She said she was a time traveller from my future, remember?“ The young Doctor said slowly, trying to get to grips with it as well. The older Doctors looked on with a sense of sorrow, remember what he - they - had just been through.

“No… older actually… Hello, Doctor.“ River smiled softly. This time, she kept a reserved distance, knowing full well this Doctor didn’t know her in the way the others did.

“Seriously?“ Yaz shook her head in disbelief. “Another one of you?!“

“This is getting really unnerving…“ The Doctor huffed and pulled them along to take cover behind a large bauble display so they could listen in without being noticed.

“You don’t have to tell us…“ Graham shook his head.

“But you just, we just…“ Sandshoes looked at River, he didn't understand what was going on.

“You’ve just been to the Library.“ River deduced from their shocked expressions. River couldn’t deny how much the knowledge that the Doctor had always known how she would die pained her. Not for herself. He had given her the maddest adventures, his heartfelt devotion and the most incredible life… but for him. He had done all those things, loved her so much, despite all the while knowing how things would end, unable to stop it.

“I feel like I’m missing a trick here, what happened at the Library?“ Amy asked, looking around, everybody else seemed to know apart from her and Rory, who looked just as confused. River took a deep breath trying to keep her emotions at bay. Amy looked around at everyone else. Eyebrows and Bowtie shared a sorrowful glance. Bill, despite not knowing much about them, found herself at a lack for words. Donna and Sandshoes picked up on the uneasiness of the others and, having the least knowledge of future events, chose to remain quiet. “River?“ Amy placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder, needing an explanation.

“The Library is where I die.“ River answered turning to face her at last.

“What?“ Amy and Rory looked back at their daughter in shock. “The day the Doctor first meets me in the day I die, our timelines run in opposite directions for the most part, remember…“ She gave them a sad smile.

“But she managed to get out.“ Eyebrows interjected quickly, he couldn’t bare the devastation on the Ponds’ faces. “She’s alive now.“

“I saved her, her consciousness, to the Library’s data base.“ Sandshoes spoke up, hoping to give them some assurance. He didn’t know who these people were but it was obvious they had a strong connection to River.

“I’m okay, I’m here.“ River assured her parents, hoping to ease the shock of it all, she pulled Amy close, wrapping her arms around her mother.

“Well, you better be, Melody, else I would have been very cross!“ Amy tried to blink away her tears but didn’t quite manage it. River kissed the top of her head and caught Rory’s eyes, full of heartbreak. She grabbed his hand while still holding on to Amy.

“Was this it then?“ Rory asked slowly, trying not to get chocked up. “That terrible day you were talking about…“

“And I made it through.“ River gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand.

“And you, you knew this whole time and never said anything?!“ Rory turned to Bowtie, anger sweeping through him like he hadn’t known before. “You knew, this whole time, how and when my daughter - your wife - was going to die and you never said? Didn’t even try to save her?!“

“Rory, I…“ Bowtie didn’t know what to say, taken aback by gentle Rory’s fierce reaction.

“It had already happened, it was fixed time, there was nothing any of us could do, and believe me, in the thousands of years since, not a day has gone by that I didn’t try and work out that impossible problem.“ Eyebrows interrupted.

“And apparently, at some point we will work it out.“ Bowtie added gently.

“What makes you think it was you, you can’t even remember, I wouldn't take credit just yet.“ River chuckled, trying to lighten the atmosphere and succeeding.

“You. Count your blessings that she’s alive now, else you would have been in big trouble!“ Amy let go of her daughter and jabbed her finger at Bowtie who held his hands up defensively.

“I am, actually... counting my blessings.“ Bowtie smiled looking to River with nothing but relief and love in his eyes.

“Right, sorry to interrupt.“ Sandshoes spoke up, now that the situation seemed to be less volatile. He felt a weird sort of jealousy at he couldn’t quite explain, seeing how the other men were looking at River. “Who are you people.“ He looked around the group utterly bewildered. From what he had heard he had some suspicions, but they couldn’t possibly be true could they.

“Well, Doctor, you never mentioned you used to be so handsome…“ Amy looked from her Doctor to Sandshoes, giving him a once over, distracted from her emotional upheaval, by a handsome young man.

“No, no, that’s enough, one is enough to compete with, thank you.“ Rory pulled his wife back.

“Doctor?“ Sandshoes looked to Bowtie in disbelief.

“Well, that is going to be a bit more complicated to explain…“ River scratched the back of her head.

“You can say that again…“ Bill looked in between the three Doctors utterly confused. It was hard to believe that they were all the same person, but somehow, oddly, it was obvious that they were.

“Okay, now, that’s one coincidence too many.“ Eyebrows interrupted.

“Coincidence?“ Sandshoes retorted. “Never ignore coincidence.“

“Unless you’re busy, we know.“ Eyebrows huffed.

“Right okay… struggling with this but just going with it…“ Sandshoes shook his head to himself before looking to River, who appeared the more immediate concern. “How did you manage to escape?“

“Well, that seems to be a pivotal question, does it not.“ River huffed, annoyed that she didn't have an answer. “I don’t remember anything… and you’re sure you don’t remember either?“ She looked to Eyebrows who shook his head.

“I should remember if it was me, I’m the oldest here…“

“That you certainly are…“ Bowtie chuckled. “And I don’t know what happened either, the last time I saw her was on…“

“Shhh spoilers!“ Sandshoes interrupted and Eyebrows rolled his eyes at him.

“We’re not going to remember this anyway.“ He pointed out.

“What if there is another one?“ Amy asked suddenly.

“What?“ The three Doctors retorted in unison.

“Another Doctor?“ River asked to confirm and Amy nodded.

In their hiding place, the Doctor winced. Clever Amy. But she did't have those answers about River either.

“If none of them remember how they saved you, maybe it hasn’t happened for them yet?“ Amy suggested. “Maybe there is another, older version.“

“Older than me?“ Eyebrows frowned.

“Hardly seems possible but yeah…“ Bowtie had to agree.

“If you don’t stop the age jokes already…“

“Stop bickering, you two.“ River interrupted her husbands.

“So she really is your wife then, is she?“ Donna grinned to her Doctor as she watched the others interact with great amusement. Sandshoes just gave her a huff and diverted attention back to the facts:

“Well, if there is another Doctor, there should be another TARDIS?“

“Or another person with two hearts?“ Eyebrows agreed.

“Let’s have a scan.“ Bowtie suggested and all three Doctors pulled their sonic screwdrivers out simultaneously.

“Trying really hard to not see this as a euphemism.“ Amy mumbled to her daughter who smirked in turn:

“The mind races, does it not.“

“No, nope, nooo. He’s still my son-in-law… all of them are… sort of takes the fun out of it.“ Amy looked to Sandshoes in disappointment.

“I’m really going to need a flowchart for this…“ Sandshoes huffed shaking his head, trying to wrap his head around what was going on. “Hang on… that can’t be possible…“ He looked up to the other Doctors, all of them with the same shocked expression at their findings.

“Fourteen?!“ They chanted in unison and the Doctor went very pale behind the bauble display.

“Oh no, that’s even worse than I thought.“ She whispered, pulling out her own sonic to confirm.

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Why the PCT’s Most Iconic Trail Angels Are Retiring (Part 2)

This is the second profile included in the Outside article, “Why the PCT’s Most Iconic Trail Angels Are Retiring” . . .the first half was posted two days ago.

Donna and Jeff Saufley have been generous hosts and a much anticipated destination about 450 trail miles north of the border for more than two decades. I have stopped there three times myself over the years. Their conversion to an AirBnb model may be replicated up and down the trail and the numbers of hikers overwhelm well-intentioned angels. [Photos: Rees Hughes]

By Mary Beth Skylis

Thru-hikers continuing their journey north through California eventually hit mile 454, near Agua Dulce in Los Angeles County. This is where Hiker Heaven, a sort of oasis, has operated for the past 22 years. Donna “L-Rod” Saufley and her husband, Jeff, began hosting thru-hikers in 1997 on their two-acre property, which sits near the PCT, offering a respite from the heat. And it didn’t take long for the stop to become an iconic one, offering services like Wi-Fi, mail drops, and laundry.

When they began hosting hikers, L-Rod saw it as a calling. “I was taking in the recreational homeless,” she says. “I could help these people, and I could do something that they truly seemed to appreciate.” L-Rod has always been inspired by endurance athletes, having helped many marathon runners at aid stations. She says she admires the focus and determination that it takes to push through your own limitations, and she wanted to find a way to support people with that type of perseverance and grit.

L-Rod finished her own hike of the PCT in 2017, after piecing together sections over the course of many seasons. Experiencing the roles of both hiker and trail angel has given her tremendous insight into the journey. “The service end of it is as addicting as the hiking end of it,” she says. “It’s sort of like traveling the world without leaving your home. You get so many types of people all along the social and economic scale.” She was mesmerized by the adventure that spilled onto her front door when she began opening her home.

“I’d say the technology is really what has changed. It changed how hikers hike the trail and what they know about the trail.”

But after more than two decades of hosting hikers, L-Rod and her husband decided it was time to close the Hiker Heaven chapter of their lives. She was feeling less tolerant of the heat waves that seemed to worsen with every season, and the influx of thru-hikers was becoming increasingly difficult to manage.

“We get more in a day in the last few years than I got in the entire first season. The numbers have changed things considerably,” says L-Rod. The pair decided to sell their home in the fall of 2019.

Another change she’s witnessed is the way that hikers interact with the trail itself. “I’d say the technology is really what has changed. It changed how hikers hike the trail and what they know about the trail. For many of us old-timers, one of the most disappointing things is that hikers don’t know the names of most of the places they’re going to, because they’re reading everything from an app on their phone. It used to be that you would carry maps or sections and there would be history and geology.” Today, L-Rod notes, the hiker experience is more about logging the miles and getting to the next town.

When L-Rod and her husband were unable to find the right buyer for their home before their December deadline, they started to rehash their plan. They were determined to keep Hiker Heaven alive in some way. “We thought maybe we could get this place to pay for itself and we wouldn’t have to sell it,” L-Rod says. While the couple wants to take a step away from managing it, they intend to keep Hiker Heaven active as an Airbnb property. They’ve shifted their hopes toward remodeling it, allowing the iconic stop to live on and continuing to support hikers in a way that is also sustainable. This means the facility will continue to provide services, like accepting mail drops, but only for those who book a reservation through Airbnb.

COVID-19 threw another wrench in the couple’s plans, however L-Rod says she’s still getting ready to open as a rental. “Until they lift the closures and bans—until I feel that it’s safe—I think we’re going to be on hold,” she says. “But that’s all right. The trail is full of plan B. You think you’re going to do one thing. And then you’re doing something else.”

#Hiker Heaven #Agua Dulce

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22 – “I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

Warning: Characters deaths and description of a “possibility” to the end of season 15. If you’re sensitive to the end of the show, please be careful. I made myself cry while writing it so I don’t want to trigger anyone. (I’m a sensitive crybaby tho)

(DEAN’S POV)

“Sammy! Hold on. Come on, you can do it.”

I couldn’t hide the distress in my voice anymore. Sammy was in a bad shape, exhausted and a lot of wounds on his body. I was exhausted too, and bloody as Hell. But my brother’s state was more important than my broken carcass. Sam was alive but so tired, he didn’t have any strength left. I clicked my tongue on my teeth and looked around me. The red sky and the stormy clouds made the landscapes very gloomy. The thunder was growling. Heaven was falling and the destruction of Hell was making the ground tremble. Monsters, Angels, Demons, Humans, everyone was either fighting with madness or hiding in order to survive. This was the end. Our world was ending as Chuck decided it so. We tried to fight back. God is hurt and Amara too but they ran away, Jack and Billie chasing them. We tried to follow them but we had to protect our people. It was awful. We lost so many people. Charlie and Bobby from the Apocalyptical world – losing them again. Garth. Donna. Claire. Kaia. Patience. Well… Only Jody and Alex were still alive, if we can call being seriously injured and broken on the inside being “alive”. Everyone fought bravely but almost everyone died, and now my little brother was exhausted and I couldn’t let him die too.

I saw Baby on a corner, still alive. I nodded to myself and looked at Sam, semi-conscious.

“Okay, Sammy. Imma carry you to the Impala. I will take care of you, little brother. Hold on.”

I didn’t expect an answer so I immediately carried my giant and heavy brother. Some of my wounds opened again with the effort and it hurt like Hell but I had to keep going. And that’s what I did. I managed to put Sam in the car, in the passenger seat. I entered the car too and started it. I drove until we were in Lawrence, Kansas, where all had begun. The bunker was gone so he didn’t have a home anymore. But we had Baby. I stopped the car under a shelter made of metal sheets. Jody was here with Alex. The young woman was trying to heal her adoptive mother. When they saw Sam, their faces crumpled even more. There was no hope in their eyes anymore, and to be honest, I was no longer sure if I still had an ounce of hope left in me either. I sighed and put Sam on a kind of hospital bed we brought here. I bandaged my brother as much as I could and let him rest. I went out of the shelter and looked around me, the city of Lawrence or what was left of it. Most of the houses were destroyed. It was silent like in a graveyard.

Suddenly, I heard a car passing by us. I turned my head and saw Cas. My face crumpled, all my worry faded as I saw him still being alive. He just had the time to get out of the car that I rushed into his arms, gripping him like I was gripping to life. He was still alive.

“Son of a bitch, you scared me to death.” I said in an accusatory tone.

“I’m sorry, Dean… I’m here…”

I immediately withdrew. I didn’t like the way he was speaking. I looked at the angel with a frowny face. He was more tired than ever. He sighed and looked at me with a sad face.

“I may have found a way to help Jack and Billie. But I don’t know how much it will cost me.”

“No. Don’t say something like this whereas I only found you again.” I said, raising my voice.

“Dean, if there is any chance to save this world and save you and what is left of our family, I will take this opportunity, no matter what.”

“No matter what? You mean, ‘no matter if you have to die’?!”

I began to feel tears of anger and distress. No. He couldn’t do this to me. Castiel sighed again.

“Maybe I won’t die… Maybe I will just… give up on my grace.”

It was like my world was collapsing around me – well it was really collapsing though. Cas was ready to sacrifice himself, again. It was unfair. So unfair. I discovered my feelings toward him not so long ago and we… We have been dating since then and… No. I couldn’t accept that. Not anymore. I couldn’t let him go with Jack while I’m standing here with my poor brother. I had to do something too. I had to. I was unable to pronounce a damn word at the moment, everything was stuck in my throat. I was always bad with words anyway. But I really needed to tell Cas everything, but I couldn’t, as usual.

Castiel cupped my face with one hand and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He gave me a faint smile, his beautiful and deep blue eyes immersing themselves into my green ones.

“I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

“So what…? You are ready to sacrifice yourself again?” I said, almost whispering.

I congratulated myself for having been able to say something. But I immediately focused on Castiel again, my speedy heartbeat hitting my chest.

“If it’s for saving you and the others, then yes. If I can only sacrifice my grace, then it’s better.”

“But Cas… Your grace…”

“It would be like this Elf woman who sacrificed her immortality for the man she loves, in the Lord of the Rings. You showed me those movies.”

I shook my head, making a humorless chuckle. A part of me was proud that Castiel had this freaking reference but this conversation and the price behind it were too serious. I gripped Castiel’s trenchcoat and squeezed it.

“Cas, we are not in a movie, this is real…” I said almost with a strangled voice.

Castiel erased my tears with his thumb and rested his forehead against mine. We both closed our eyes, our breaths mixing together. We remained silent for long minutes until I felt my angel kissing my forehead.

“I have to try.” He said. “I need to try and give Jack more power so he can have a chance to survive. I’ve been human before, so, I can be human again. If it means to survive and save this world, I’ll accept my fate.”

While speaking, Castiel put a little paper with something written on it in my hand. I frowned and looked at Cas with a confused face.

“Take Jody, Alex and your brother to the Impala and go to this address. It’s not that far. Maybe one-hour-drive from here. I can’t tell you everything because I don’t even know myself, but go there. We will meet each other again in this place, I promise.”

“Promise me I will find you there alive.” I said nervously.

Castiel lowered his head. I sighed and bit my lips in order not to sob. Of course he couldn’t be sure of that. It was stupid from me to ask this from him. I swallowed hard and nodded, whispering a soft “okay”. My angel was about to say something but I couldn’t hear more of it. So, I cupped his angelic face and crashed my lips into his, kissing him as if it was the last time – and maybe it was. Castiel returned it and we kissed each other for long seconds, even minutes, simply enjoying this moment, having his body against mine, tasting his soft lips. I hated chick flick moments but right now, I didn’t fucking care if I looked like a wife saying goodbye to his husband whose going to war. I didn’t want a farewell and yet, maybe it was. We withdrew our lips just in order to breathe and sniff, tears rolling down our cheeks.

“I love you so much…” I said in a sobbing whisper.

“I love you, Dean Winchester. I will always love you.”

“Fuck, I wish our story would have begun way sooner than six fucking months.” I managed to say, my lips shaking too much.

“Our story began the day I raised you from perdition.” Castiel said before kissing me again.

I sobbed against my angel’s lips. He tried to soothe me one last time before withdrawing completely. He took my hand and stroked it.

“See you there, Dean…”

“See ya, Cas…”

I looked at my guardian angel, my savior, my lover, going into his car, looking at me one last time before starting the car and driving away from me. I guessed my heart went with him because at the moment I couldn’t feel a damn thing. I stayed there, alone, for a few seconds before passing a tired hand over my face, wiping my tears away. I looked behind me and saw that Sammy was looking at me too. Shit, he saw it. He saw me, all weak and hopeless, and broken. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. Now, I had to follow the plan. To go to the place Cas told me to. I needed to be strong for my little brother. For Jody and Alex. For Jack. For Cas. I needed to keep fighting. Until the end. No matter what. Because that’s what we always did.

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Hey, hope you liked it... Sorry for the sad OS... I tried to make an open ending at least...

#suptober20 #supernatural #day22 #I cursed the gloom that set upon us But I know that I love you so…#dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #angst #sad ending #open ending

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Chapter 3.5: No Moral nor Decency (Part 4)

Warnings: none

Author notes: please, believe me, action will start soon... I hope you don’t find it too long...!

"Caretaker-san,

I finally became a member of the family. My new godfather, Don Cosola, is a really kind and considerate man, who puts his relatives' interests before his own. He has a right-hand man, a Consigliere named Vilfredo Chimienti, who is soon to become his son-in-law. Indeed, he is engaged to our godfather's daughter, the lovely Apollonia. She is the sister of Gustavo Cosola, the son of the Don and my superior. He is a man with an acute sense of honour and family, but it does not make him any less friendly.

There are a lot more family members I would like to tell you about, but, then, my letter would be too long. Tonight, Apollonia will cook for us. She said it will be pastas. I cannot wait to taste the delicious dishes she makes. Then, I will fight against Vilfredo-san around a chessboard. He challenged me during the day, and I gladly accepted his offer. I do hope to win, although he is quite a good strategist. I wonder how astute he really is, but I will soon find out about it.

Anyway, I hope this letter does find its way to you without any trouble, and that you won't worry about me too much. I am slowly but pleasantly getting accustomed to my new life, even if I wish we could see each other soon again. There are so many things to talk about...

Best respects,

Kasumi."

Before leaving the headquarters of the Port Mafia, Dazai-san had demanded me to communicate with him with letters. In the sentences I wrote, he would play the role of my caretaker, someone who cared about me and wished me the best. Of course, since I could not tell such a gentle person about my occupation as a mafioso, I would have to pretend I had entered a rich family as a maid of some sort, which hid the real purpose of my letters and made me appear trustworthy in the eyes of the Cosola family. Were they to read my letters, they would notice how loyal and faithful I was. Why, it was only in appearance.

That night, right after handing my letters to a valet, I was, as expected, invited to the family's table to have dinner. As Gustavo's subordinate, I was considered important enough to have the right to share an intimate moment with the members of the household, which enabled me to personally meet the sweet Apollonia, whose name was on everyone's lips, as well as her mother, the gentle, yet strong-willed Prudenzia Cosola. Although she appeared suspicious at first, upon seeing a newcomer at her table, she quickly accepted me and even decided to dote on me as though I were her own daughter. It did not even discourage her to hear I was a burglar. Right after dinner, she managed to drag me to the dressing room to choose a dress with Apollonia, stating I could not use such worn out clothes when I was not on duty. Despite the slight twitching of her eyebrows when she saw the bruises on my body, she did not flinch and made me change. Then, painful minutes ensued, during which she tugged and pulled at my hair in an attempt to brush it and make something out of it. I smiled slightly when she introduced me to my reflection in a mirror. It was true that one's appearance could change greatly according to the situation... It was strange to see me, almost normal...

"Japanese women's beauty differs from ours, but in the end, all women possess a certain charm, which is their power." Prudenzia told me softly "I am glad these brutes of men finally understood what kind of asset they've missed all these years."

"Would you have wanted the heir to be Apollonia?" I questioned, curious.

"Donna Cosola... That does sound interesting." She chuckled "But women were not made for blood and violence, according to certain men. My lovely Apollonia was raised in innocence and purity. For the sake of preserving her naivety, she does not even speak a word of Japanese."

The daughter waved at me, a sweet smile playing on her lips, and I waved back at her.

"I see... So Vilfredo-san will take the head once the current Don passes away, is that right?"

"Indeed... But my husband still has some good years to live, so let us not talk about such troublesome matters." She said "I do hope you'll win against Vilfredo tonight. Show them what a woman can do...!"

"I will." I assured him.

For a second, I thought about betraying the Port Mafia to truly enter the Italian Mafia, but then remembered that Dazai-san never lost, and that I was more likely to die if I were to choose the wrong side of the war. As much as these people were nice, I could not afford to deceive the demon prodigy of Yokohama if I wanted to stay alive. Besides... I had sworn my loyalty to a single person, and only death could make me renegade him. I would never deflect from the Port Mafia. The Cosola family was nice, but I was expected to fulfil my mission with no moral nor decency. Such worthless matters could not make my will falter.

Vilfredo Chimienti was already waiting for me in front of the chessboard, a glass of whisky in his hand. Politely, I sat in front of him.

"The madam had fun with you, it seems." He chuckled "You are hardly recognisable."

"She is very nice..." I agreed.

"Can I offer you a drink?"

"Mmh..." I hesitated "Am I allowed a whisky on the rocks as well...? I really like strong alcohol."

"I thought you were underage?" He blinked, pouring me a glass nonetheless.

"Oh, I am, legally speaking. But in our world, age doesn't mean anything. Thank you, Vilfredo-san." I took the drink "I don't mind taking the black."

"I thought you were more of the white side." He grinned "That's amusing. But, well, it's only been a day. Let's get along and learn to know each other."

"I've never been white." I admitted "All my life has always ever been tainted by incredibly thick darkness... I'm glad I found some respite among your family."

"That's nice." He nodded.

He was a good player, experienced, whereas my sole encounter with the game had been through watching Dazai-san play against himself instead of completing his paperwork. Even so, I did know the rules and how the pieces moved, and I remembered strategies my superior would apply against himself to win. On the board, the pawns changed into henchmen, and I moved them like I would have guided the squadron entrusted by Dazai-san. It was not a game to me.

"How long have you been playing?" I was asked.

"A year or two..." I lied "In fact, my caretaker, who had taken me in when I was in the streets, had taught me very well..."

"Then it isn't surprising that you won so easily, I suppose." He groaned, bitter.

"Not so easily..."

"Sixteen moves...! Only sixteen moves, do you even realise how monstrous that is? Or am I just very bad at this...?" He sighed.

"No... I..." I felt bad for him.

His fiancee, Apollonia, came to him to wrap her arms around his neck comfortingly, and they exchanged a few words in Italian, which I did not understand.

"You were beaten by a woman, Vilfredo?" Gustavo suddenly walked toward us "Aren't you humiliated?"

"I don't understand how losing against a woman is humiliating." I told him.

"Why, usually, women are raised like my little sister. She doesn't even know the basic rules of chess... But, Kasumi, I challenge you as well." He smirked "If you win, you'll earn your superior's utmost respect."

"I suppose it isn't too cheap for a first day." I chuckled "I'm fine with it, then."

"Acting all confident when you're going to be crushed." He huffed "If I win, I want a kiss~"

"Gustavo-san, that would be improper." I noted, placing the pieces on the board.

"Then don't lose to me~"

I had considered letting him win to flatter his ego, but the prospect of having to lock lips with him was so repulsive to me that I needed to do my utmost to prevent such a horrible situation to occur. I took him down mercilessly, with an aggressive strategy, without giving him any respite.

"So, tell me, Kasumi... Were you so disgusted by my winning?"

"With all due respect, Gustavo-san, I was." I smiled slightly.

"And does that justify that humiliation you inflicted on me?" He pouted.

"I wonder..." I snickered "Next time, behave like a gentleman if you want to keep your very masculine dignity."

Vilfredo Chimienti was having a hard time holding his laughter back on the couch across the room.

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A Collection of Season 7 Oliver/Felicity Pregnancy Fics

Hey guys! So many of you enjoyed the S1-S6 canon-divergent pregnancy fic list that I decided to make a S7 pregnancy fics list as well - this time, the list contains canon missing/alternate scene fics, post-7x22 fics (pre-Crisis or completely canon divergent) and canon divergent fics.

Also... Yeah, I put it into alphabetical order (well... tried). It was a pain. I hate singing the alphabet song in my head because I’m an idiot who can’t remember the alphabet. ENJOY! If you have any other recs to add to the list, please let me know xx

A Moment of Grace - 4.2k - by juliesioux // Very short one shot of the hours that I think followed Felicity telling Oliver that she is pregnant. It is tender, sweet, sexy and told exclusively from Felicity's POV.I wonder just how nervous she must have been telling Oliver about it but this is all about how they communicate when words aren't necessary and when they are, how they are shared. [Post-7x15]

a once-in-a-lifetime love - 1.8k - by inlovewithimpossibility // Felicity squeals a little as he lifts her into his lap with the utmost care, nuzzling her neck before planting a few kisses there. “Oliver?” “I ordered you fries and a chocolate shake.” He tells her and Felicity grins, pulling back to grasp his face in her hands. [Extended 7x18 scene]

< read more recs down below the cut! >

a time of wonder - 4.1k - by ivorykeys09 // Their schedules unfortunately don’t allow for a long trip, and bad weather and doctor’s orders keep them closer than tropical beaches, but they still make it to a city they haven’t been to together before. (Or, one last trip before their daughter arrives.) [Late S7]

an evening walk - 1.3k - by CheerUpLovely // On a peaceful, summer evening walk, Felicity and Oliver take stock on the most important thing to consider when living with ex-agents and soldiers. Have our neighbors tried to kill us? [Post-7x22]

Caffeine Chronicles (Or Lack Thereof) - 8k WIP - by drmrs // No one loves coffee quite like Felicity but with a baby on the way, she's had to make some changes. (or the one where Felicity struggles to consume less coffee throughout her pregnancy) [Late S7]

Chain Reaction - 1.5k - by Bri206 // Oliver gets out of prison and Felicity is 6 months pregnant. Oliver wants to help and make up for lost time, but things don't go to plan and they both question if time really had changed them. [S7 AU]

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED Come Morning Light - 3k - by andachippedcup // After getting acclimated to the cabin, Oliver surprises Felicity with a visit from Donna, who has yet to be informed about Felicity's pregnancy. [Post-7x22]

Dear Mia (Love Mom) - 1.4k WIP - by AustenJane // When Felicity finds herself pregnant, it drudges up a lot of memories about her not-so-functional relationship with her own mother (and absentee father) growing up. And it gets her thinking about the future. She decides to write her unborn baby letters for her to read when she gets older, as a way to clear up any misunderstandings she may have about her relationship with her and Oliver. [S7]

Emerald Archer Martial Arts - 32.4k - by @alexiablackbriar13 // In May 2019, a tired Oliver Queen and four months pregnant Felicity Smoak retire from their vigilante duties and move to the redwood forest town of Bloomfield with their son William, to raise their family in peace. Along the journey, they build their own successful companies, increase the size of the Smoak-Queen clan by a couple more, train their kids in self-defense, and live out a blissful existence. This is the story of 7 years of their happiness and family antics, after 7 years of crime-fighting and hardship to save their city. [Post-7x22 AU]

For Heirs to Come, Be Brave - 2.5k - by andachippedcup // Before the events leading to their interrogation by the SCPD, Felicity and Oliver get some news about the baby. [Pre-7x20]

give all my secrets away - 1.5k - by LiteraLi // Before returning to the Waverider, Sara shares a drink with Oliver and Felicity as they reminisce about old times and some secrets are revealed, old and new... [7x18 spec]

Happiest man alive - 0.7k - by HopeShannon3000 // A short story that takes place after Felicity tells Oliver shes pregnant. [Post-7x14]

here, is home - 3.6k - by ivorykeys09 // In another life, they take baby classes and register for cribs and the Diggles throw them a shower.In this life, it's different. [7x22 AU]

Hope Is Something You Give Yourself - 1.6k - by Juvinadelgreko // Felicity tells Oliver who was on the phone, and they discuss what it means for their future. [Post-7x13]

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED how the light gets in - COLLECTION - 28.2k - by @dust2dust34 // "There is a crack in everything/That's how the light gets in." Bre’s ficlet collection for Season Seven. Includes speculation fics, wish fics, canon fics, elaboration fics, pretty-much-everything-related-to-Season-Seven fics. Including fics such as:

Afterglow - 2.5k - "Good morning to orgasms and buffalo wings only." [Post-7x18]

forever i’m yours (forever i do) - 6.1k - Oliver hid Felicity’s chocolates and she is not happy about it. [Late S7]

The Right Tools - 1.7k Set during the Happy Months. Oliver and Felicity move her desk into her new office at the cabin. [Post-7x22]

We Can Do This - 0.9k - Felicity tells Oliver she's pregnant. [Post-7x13]

i’ll take care of you - 2.8k - by undercoversmoak // Oliver finds out his pregnant wife braved not one, but two death-defying explosions while working with the canaries. He doesn’t handle it super well. [Post-7x18]

it’s only a matter of time - 2.5k - by inlovewithimpossibility // The mornings of Felicity's thirtieth and thirty-fifth birthdays are vastly different. The former is spent with her husband, anticipating the arrival of their baby girl and the latter is a far more lonely affair but a certain blonde-haired little girl seeks to change that for her mama. [Post-7x22]

late talks - 2.5k - by drmrs // Oliver speaking to fetus Mia and spending some alone time with Felicity for the first time since finding out they're having a girl. [Late S7]

Learning How To Win - 4.3k WIP - by Juvinadelgreko // Oliver and Felicity retire from the vigilante life only to be interrupted by the Monitor and Crisis on Infinite Earths.They deserved better. Here’s my take on what better looks like. Begins shortly after Oliver and Felicity moved into their new home. [Post-7x22 AU]

Little Star... Wonder What You Are - 2.5k - by OhhMyyDarla // Did someone say Gender reveal party? Yes the Queen's are having one!

Love Your Curves (And All Your Edges) - 3k - by andachippedcup // While pregnant with Mia, Felicity is having back pain and Oliver tries to help her with it. But his prenatal yoga suggestion backfires when he realizes this means he must look but not touch as his very beautiful, very pregnant wife strikes a number of very tempting poses. [Post-7x22]

Mint Chip Queen - 2.4k - by andachippedcup // Oliver is obsessively worrying over details of Felicity giving birth to Mia. But Felicity's only concern seems to be in determining what their code word should be to indicate that it's 'go time'. [Post-7x22]

Missing Pieces - 3k WIP - by aStormyHaze // After setting down in their new cabin in Bloomfield, Oliver realises Felicity woke up different that morning. Will she let him in? [Post-7x22]

No Regrets - 2.3k - by ghostfox11 // An episode insert for the end of 7x18, Lost Canary. Oliver finds a bruise on Felicity's hip forcing her to tell him that she went into the field.

One Final Goodbye - 1k - by Bri206 // How I imagine the ending to season 7 will play out. [7x22 spec]

Our Legacy - 4.6k - by @dmichellewrites // Oliver and Felicity focus on building their future starting with Smoak Tech and baby Mia. New beginnings help Oliver let go of his past. [S7]

Peppermint Lies - 0.5k - by @felicityollies // Felicity seeks revenge on Oliver for buying the wrong ice cream. [Post-7x22]

Precious Cargo - 2.8k - by OliversMuse // Felicity is pregnant and Oliver is a sappy, loving husband. [Late S7]

Pregnancy - 3.3k - by hope-for-olicity (Jacq) // Post 7x13 story dealing with Felicity’s thoughts about the unplanned pregnancy.

Reboot and Rebuild - 1.6k - by griever11 // Another way Diggle could have found out about baby Queen. Felicity has a request that might have long-lasting effect on the Diggle - Queen families. [Post-7x14 AU]

Run Away With Me - 131.8k - by @dmichellewrites // Join Oliver, Felicity, their friends, and family as they navigate their lives together post-Slabside. They really can have it all. Watch them balance being heroes, parents, and still manage to hold down day to day jobs. Enjoy their slice of maximum domesticity, and take a peek into their home life together with their four children. [Post-7x07 AU]

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED runaway mother-to-be - 2.6k - by inlovewithimpossibility // Star Labs gets a visit from their favourite computer genius/hacker but she's not there simply to say hello. The main issue however is that she may have hidden the news that she was leaving Star City from her husband who has gotten a little overbearing ever since he found out their good news. (A small crossover set in the very near future where Felicity runs off to CC to get away from Oliver's overprotectiveness and Iris and Barry get caught up in their friends' small disagreement) [Late S7 AU]

safe in my arms - 1.4k - by inlovewithimpossibility // Oliver loses track of time working late in the bunker and it seems his wife has to. Worried about her, he heads over to her new office space to find that, tired from work and their small little miracle growing inside her, she's fallen asleep at her desk. [Set around 7x17]

season 7 pregnant felicity fics - SERIES - 12 fics, in total 39.9k - by @alexiablackbriar13 // Contains various fics set between 7x13 to after 7x22. Includes fics such as:

as darkness falls (a spark resides) - 3.5k - It's been two weeks since Felicity found out she's pregnant, and she hasn't told Oliver yet. Plagued by nightmares about being attacked and the baby being hurt, Felicity struggles to sleep. After Oliver witnesses one of her post-nightmare panic attacks, she finally tells him about the baby. [Post-7x13 AU]

hungry like a (pregnant woman) wolf - 3.1k - 7 cravings felicity has during her pregnancy and the 7 people who help her with them (even though most of them don't know she's pregnant in the first place) [Late S7]

strange behaviours - 3.3k - the 5 times john diggle noticed oliver queen and felicity smoak's latest weird behaviors and the 1 time he figured out what was causing it (spoiler alert: it's fetus mia smoak-queen) [Late S7, Post-7x14 AU]

whenever you’re ready - 7.5k - Mia and William from 2040 travel back in time to 2019 to access an uncorrupted version of Archer. Oliver and Felicity investigate a break-in at the bunker only to find their children from the future bickering. Emotional confrontations and conversations ensue. [Late S7]

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED The Microchip Chronicles - 46.8k - by CSM // Post 7x13. Follows the next nine months of Felicity’s pregnancy. [S7 AU]

The Path You Choose - 2.9k - by @dmichellewrites // A retelling of Arrow season 7, episode 21 "Living Proof" This is everything I hoped to see on screen, but did not. Felicity feels their baby kick for the first time after Emiko attacks. Oliver has a not so surprising visit from his dead best friend, who helps him confession a very important piece of information to his family. [7x21 AU]

Tummy Troubles - 2.8k - by Mellowyellowdiamonds // Oliver feeds his infamous spicy chili to Felicity which leads to a surprise discovery about their already fraught relationship. [Post-7x08 AU]

Unsure of what the balance held (I touched my belly overwhelmed) - 3.7k - by nyclove3 // Her hand flies to her stomach again, the same way it has every time she’s caught herself replaying the moment Dr Schwartz told her the news and changed her life forever. [Post-7x13]

We’re Pregnant - 1.4k - by originalhybridlover // Oliver reacts to Felicity telling him she's pregnant. [Expanded 7x14 scene]

you can ebb and i can flow - 3.4k - by inlovewithimpossibility // “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.” She says softly, reaching for his free hand which she grasps with her own and laces their fingers together. Oliver smiles at her, shaking his head. There are few times he’s ever been able to hold anything against his wife, especially when she employs as adorable of a pout as the one she’s wearing right now. [Pre-7x20]

you collect me with your steady hand - 2.2k - by inlovewithimpossibility // "Baby is starting to make their presence known. How long until she makes the connection? Or worse, someone we really can’t trust makes it?” Felicity pretty much collapses as she speaks. Her shoulders slump, her face falls and it’s all Oliver can do not to break at the expression on her face. [Post-7x19]

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