#ch: oliver queen

[dcmultiverse]

Harvey Dent, Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen in Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham (2023)

#dcedit #dcauedit #batman #two-face #green arrow #ch: bruce wayne #ch: harvey dent #ch: oliver queen #a: batman the doom that came to gotham #animated #gif #mine #by jus

[starberry-cupcake]

I have made up from last time that was about only one chapter, this time we have 5 in a row. We finished act one, fam!

previously, in harrowbean the ninth:

this happened

I want to also thank you for all your nice comments and replies, I read every single one, I promise ♥

ch. 7 to 11 summarized terribly, here we go:

it's time to cross the river

difficult task to perform

as someone who lives literally surrounded by rivers, in every direction, I can relate

my rivers don't carry ghouls though, as far as I know

I mean, there are ghost and cryptid legends, but not ghouls that stick to the windshield of a spaceship like bugs

like these ones do

so harrow and yandere twin aren't doing fantastic

yandere twin loses it in like the first 2 seconds

harrow sees the ghosts of all the ninth kids who died for her to be alive

there's water also, but that part sounds very relaxing, actually

getting covered by water but not needing to breath

I'd be there forever tbh

but we can't, because ghoulies

mercygirl is still doing sound effects like kronk

btw we're changing her name to mercygirl because it's what I've been calling her now

I have been told by a number of you that mercygirl is your camilla so I apologize for disrespecting your blorbina

I might do it again, if the situation arises, though

mercygirl is piloting the ship and emperor the fool is just chillin' until he realizes harrow is walking about and doing theorems, which they didn't think she'd be in a state to do, so they didn't tell her not to do it

these people half-assing plans, who would have thought

mercygirl calls the emperor john

emperor johnnyboy tries telling harrow to come back from her state because she's in too deep and it's becoming dangerous

mercygirl stars talking about the death of cassiopeia (another name that's easy to remember)

says cassiopeia had a ceramics collection, which makes her worthy of all my respect

harrow was thinking "five", idk what it's about

next thing we know, we're back to our gideonless retelling of gideon

in this version, teacher explains things

he says the house was inhabited previously by "ten normal human beings of the Resurrection, though half were blessed already with necromantic gifts"

I'm tired of MATH

he says they left blueprints, he tells them about the Sleeper, he tells them how not to awaken it, he tells them about the trap door, he tells them what's under the trap door, he asks them to work together...

you know what this is like

it's like reading gideon was entering a new game and skipping every tutorial they give you

and reading this is like clicking every NPC's info and reading all that they say

ANYWAY, here is where ortus 1...

wait, this is going to be confusing

I want to call ortus from the ninth "ortus 1" and the new guy "ortus 2"

because ninth ortus was the first to show up

but new ortus is actually older and also is ortus the first

we're gonna go with ortus and lyctor!ortus, for now

so, as I was saying, this is were ortus starts becoming much more insistent in these "flashbacks" about him not being the right choice

which, he's not wrong

we know he's not wrong

and harrow is saying stuff like "unless you can summon matthias nonius" (matthias nonius is becoming a recurrent thing, let's remember harrow compared gideon to him at one point)

and ortus goes "I don't understand why you chose me" to which harrow says "there was nobody else" and ortus exasperatedly says "you never did posses an imagination"

VERY IMPORTANT THING

a skeleton turns around when they're walking and says "is this how it happens?"

we'll come back to that shortly

REMEMBER IT

(I know you all remember it, you've read this already, just act like I'm dora the explorer and play along)

next chapter starts in not!dulcinea's funeral

I'm sad I used the oliver queen grave meme already, I can't use it again to express my feelings

I'm gonna use the steel magnolias scene where they laugh at the funeral instead

so, we are introduced to the famous augustine who's name I will remember

there's some conversation about first and second generations and about not!dulcinea being chosen, and Emperor Johnny Bravo says "we were all there to meet her, all sixteen of us"

MORE MATH

I guess she was the last one of these, but maybe we knew that already, I feel we knew that already

apparently, not!dulcinea was the most reluctant to slurp her cavalier, but that didn't stop any of them, not even her, so

Emperor Johnny Quest says "for god's sake" and harrow thinks "the god who became a man and yet still invoked himself, apparently"

when she's right, she's right

that's better commentary than I could make

I have to respect augustine a little bit because he asked "which one of the kiddies did her in?" and I thought that was hilarious

he is called the saint of patience, which makes my previous comment about them being named via sarcasm very correct

it's like captain planet or the power rangers but chosen as funnily as possible

they start summoning lyctor!ortus by saying that he's interested in "you-know-what", which is both suspicious and childish and the vibes of these lyctors are all over the place

augustine thinks something's wrong, which is an understatement at this point, but ok

lyctor!ortus comes in as if summoned by the gossip and harrow calls him "the next terrible part of your life" which is saying something

lyctor!ortus comes with news of the seventh beast or whatnot that's trailing them

harrow bleeds from her ears and smashes her head on the next available surface to pass out

the mood

who could blame her

this lyctor job is terrible

it's like the end of drop dead gorgeous and harrow is kristen dunst

I'm not explaining that, in case you haven't watched a classic

we are back to the "flashbacks" and we've got a special appearance from the fifth

*studio audience claps and cheers*

they say they prefer to look into books than going downstairs, which is something one would consider if one had known what the fuck was downstairs from the start

abigail also does sound effects like mercygirl, it's catching on

abigail finds a piece of a recipe note that mentions an M and a Nigella

still no G&P

we know nigella is the cav of cassiopeia, the ceramics collector

I remember nigella's name because of the cook, which makes it funnier that it's a recipe

M could be mercygirl

abigail also gives harrow a note

abigail says that she'd like to summon the ghost of a lyctor but she's not sure how that could work or where they go when they die

ortus, magnus and abigail, in this gideonless version, are a polycule

I am convinced of that

while they're talking, magnus says "is this really how it happens?"

REMEMBER I SAID WE'D BRING THAT BACK

IT'S BACK

abigail starts telling harrow that she's got the energy of a lot of dead kids in her and harrow storms out

harrow gets angry when ortus calmly agrees about things and she doesn't want to look into why

I WONDER WHY THAT IS

harrow looks at abby's note again and now there's text on it

it's a longer version of the note she found before

it's a rant

it mentions dead eggs, implantation, some guy being sent after the OP, said guy taking pity on OP

OP is mad about all of this and doesn't use punctuation

what ortus reads isn't what harrow reads, once again

NOW THIS BIT

"ortus, I need a cavalier with a backbone" "You always did and I am glad, I think, that I never became that cavalier"

the gideon points keep adding up

harrow then goes to sleep and is like this

final thing in act I, in chapter 11, is harrowbean stabbing not!dulcinea again, which

always make sure, it's like resident evil in here

just in case, let's stab her a bunch of times

so, are these "flashbacks" happening in real time whenever harrow isn't conscious?

is it her trying to remember what actually happened?

or is it her trying to hide it?

was there actually a longer period of time between the defeat of not!dulcinea and the emperor Jon Arbuckle coming to pick them up?

a period of time in which harrow learned things that made her write those letters?

and in which something happened regarding gideon?

is the note of the implantation also related?

why was gideon born in space?

of course I'm not asking you, please don't spoil anything, I'm just asking the void of desperation and chaos right now

we'll see if any of this gets answered soon or if I just get more questions

also, guess who wasn't mentioned

see you on the next one!! I'll try to get back to the awesome replies I've been getting soon ♥

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 16: To San Diego

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Gradually awakening, you found yourself in an unfamiliar queen-size bed, the sound of a shower running nearby gently rousing you. You wore an olive green tank top and light weight olive green and black sleeping pants. As you slowly sat up, you took in the surroundings. The room had white walls adorned with a few pictures resting on a well-worn dresser. The only items that seemed new in the space were the bedding and pillows on the bed.

You let out a sigh, realizing this simple setting was reflective of how your husband had been living for years as a pilot. In stark contrast, your own living conditions could be considered luxurious. With a sense of newfound appreciation and a bit of guilt, you tossed the duvet aside, swung your legs over the side of the bed, and placed your feet on the floor, just as the sound of the shower ceased.

Moments later, the bathroom door swung open, and Jake stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, his dog tags dangling over his muscular chest. Steam billowed out behind him, enveloping him like a cloud, creating an almost ethereal sight. You found yourself looking at him with fresh eyes, seeing him in a new light that melded the familiarity of your husband with the stark realities of his profession and lifestyle.

"Morning," Jake greeted, his voice warm. "I didn't wake you, did I?" he asked, concern tinting his words as he made his way toward the closet.

You shook your head in response. "No, it was the unfamiliarity that did," you answered, your gaze following him as he reached for his flight suit hanging among the other items in the closet.

He turned to face you, his green eyes sparkling with a lively intensity. Even in his disheveled state, he had an undeniable allure that could send shivers down your spine.

"Good. We did get in pretty late, and you looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to disturb you," he explained, moving towards his dresser to fetch his underwear, T-shirt, and socks. As he spoke, he let the towel around his waist drop to the floor.

Feeling an unexpected wave of embarrassment, you turned away to afford him some privacy. The reason behind this sudden modesty with your own husband puzzled you, yet you could hear him getting dressed behind you.

"I'm going to go make some coffee," you announced, seeking an escape to compose yourself. With that, you headed out the door towards the kitchen.

The kitchen and living area were compact, resembling a modest kitchenette. There was a small couch, a TV, and a petite dining table accompanied by two chairs, all arranged to fit within the limited space efficiently.

You started opening up cabinets to look for some coffee, but there wasn't much.

A few minutes later, Jake emerged from the bedroom, his hair neatly combed and dressed in his flight suit, perfectly embodying the image of a pilot.

"Don't worry. I'll grab some at the base," he said initially, then paused, reconsidering his words. Realizing the coffee was meant for both of you, he added, "I'm sorry. I don't have much here."

You turned to face him, offering a reassuring smile. "It's no problem. I'll get a rental car and tour the city today."

He closed the distance between you, concern evident in his eyes. "You sure?"

You nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, I'll be fine." Your gaze swept across the confines of the small apartment.

"I know it's not like the lodge," he began, acknowledging the stark difference in your accommodations.

You reached up, gently cupping his face with your hand, a tender gesture that sought to bridge any distance between you. "Has it always been like this? Why didn't you say something?" Your voice carried a mix of concern and curiosity, wanting to understand his experiences and the choices he made to live this way.

He leaned slightly into your touch, his expression softening with a hint of resignation. "I'm a Naval Aviator. I'm not here much. And when I get deployed, it's less for me to worry about," he explained, his words revealing a pragmatic acceptance of his lifestyle, dictated by the demands of his profession.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he turned to answer it, moving with a sense of purpose towards the door to see who was on the other side.

He opened the door, revealing a tall African American gentleman on the other side. "It's about time you came back," the man greeted, his voice carrying a warm, familiar tone. They exchanged a brief, hearty "man" hug, a gesture that spoke volumes of their close relationship. After the greeting, the man's gaze shifted towards you, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and friendliness.

The man approached you with his hand extended, a friendly smile on his face. "So, you're the famous Doctor Seresin that I knew nothing about. I'm your husband's best friend, Javy 'Coyote' Machado. You can just call me Coyote." His introduction was warm and inviting, clearly indicating the close bond he shared with your husband.

You took Coyote's hand, his grip firm and reassuring, the kind that spoke volumes of his character without the need for many words. "If it makes you feel any better, Jake has never mentioned you either," you said, returning his smile with one of your own, your curiosity about the man before you piqued by the familiarity in his demeanor.

Coyote's laughter was hearty and genuine, the sound filling the space between you with an ease that spoke of his good nature. "Well, I suppose that makes us even then," he said, his smile broadening. "Jake's always been more of the strong, silent type, but don't let that fool you. There's a lot more to him beneath the surface, as I'm sure you're well aware."

His observation struck a chord with you, acknowledging the depth you had come to know and love in Jake. "Absolutely. Every day with him brings something new," you agreed, your thoughts momentarily drifting to the complex layers of your husband's character.

Coyote nodded, his expression turning thoughtful, as if reminiscing about past experiences shared with Jake. "He's one of the best men I've had the honor to serve with, and trust me, I don't say that lightly. Jake's saved my hide more times than I care to admit, and I'd do the same for him in a heartbeat."

The sincerity in Coyote's voice added weight to his words, offering you a glimpse into the unbreakable bond formed in the crucible of their shared service. It was a world apart from your own experiences, yet in that moment, you felt a profound connection to it through Jake and now, Coyote.

"Sounds like you two have been through a lot together," you commented, appreciating the depth of their friendship even more.

Coyote looked at his watch and then at Jake. "We've got to get going."

Jake nodded in agreement with Coyote's reminder of their schedule. He then made his way to the coffee table, where a notebook lay open. After jotting down a note, he carefully tore out the page and handed it to you. "If you need anything or get bored, just go here," he said, ensuring you had a point of reference or a suggestion for how to spend your day while he was away.

"The Hard Deck?" you questioned, looking at the note with curiosity.

"Yes, the owner's name is Penny Benjamin. I texted her and let her know you were here. She's my Captain's girlfriend," Jake explained, providing you with a bit of context and ensuring you'd have a friendly contact in the area. It seemed like a thoughtful gesture, connecting you with someone who could offer both company and assistance during your stay.

With a casual shrug, you accepted the plan. Jake then leaned in for a kiss, a tender moment shared between the two of you. "I love you, and I'll let you know what's going on," he assured you, his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

"Love you too," you responded, the affection in your voice clear and unwavering. Watching Jake and Coyote leave, you turned your attention back to the piece of paper he'd given you. After a brief moment of contemplation, you placed it on the small table, a symbol of potential adventures or solace for the day ahead. With a deep breath, you then headed to the bathroom to prepare for whatever the day might bring.

You managed to arrange for a rental car to be delivered to Jake's apartment. Once it was there, you took it to do some grocery shopping, ensuring his apartment had food during your stay. After stocking up, you glanced at your watch and noticed it was only noon. With a sigh, you slumped onto his couch, feeling a bit lost in a city unfamiliar to you, wondering what to do with your time while Jake was busy at work.

You turned your gaze to the piece of paper resting on the small table behind you. Recalling the name written on it, you swiftly entered it into your phone, eager to find out what it was and where it could be found.

After reading the details, you pressed the directions button and discovered it was just a ten-minute drive away—and even better, it was located on the beach. Shrugging to yourself with a "why not?" attitude, you picked up the rental car keys and made your way out the door.

You pushed open the door to the Hard Deck and cautiously stepped inside. Behind the bar, an older man looked up.

"We're actually closed right now," he informed you kindly, his voice carrying a hint of an Irish accent. "We don't open until three."

"I understand, I'm sorry for the intrusion. My husband mentioned that if I ever needed anything, I should come here," you replied.

He looked at you with piercing blue eyes. "You must be Jake's wife."

With a slight nod, you tucked your hands into the back pockets of your shorts. "Yes, I am."

"Alright then, I'll fetch Penny for you. She's currently in the cooler taking stock of our inventory." With that, he turned and made his way toward a set of double doors.

Left by yourself, you wandered closer to the bar, taking the opportunity to admire the establishment's decor. Near the bar, a piano was positioned, its presence suggesting nights filled with music. Not too far from it, a jukebox stood, ready to fill the room with selected tunes. Hanging above the bar, model planes dangled, adding a unique touch of character to the ambiance.

The sound of the double doors opening caught your attention, and a slender brunette emerged, clad in an olive green button-up shirt and black jeans.

"Hi there! You must be Y/N?" she inquired with a welcoming tone.

"I am," you confirmed.

Pausing, she scrutinized you for a moment. "Well, I guess it all makes sense now," she remarked.

Puzzled, you inquired, "What does?"

"Why Hangman never seemed attracted to any other woman."

A smile crossed your face.

"Have a seat, please," she motioned towards a barstool. "My name's Penny," she introduced herself, extending her hand across the bar.

You took the offered hand, noting the warmth and firmness of Penny's grip—a welcoming gesture that made you feel instantly at ease. "Nice to meet you, Penny."

"Finding out Hangman was married really took me by surprise. He was always so reserved about his personal life."

"That seems to be the consensus."

"You're a doctor, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. I specialize as a veterinarian for large animals."

"That's really impressive! How did you decide to pursue that field?"

You shrugged. "I've always been drawn to larger animals. Don't get me wrong, I am still trained for dogs and cats."

Penny glanced in your direction. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Just water for me, thanks."

Acknowledging your request, Penny reached behind the bar, selected a glass, then filled it with ice and water before setting it down in front of you, ensuring a coaster was beneath it.

"If you don't mind sharing, how did you come across Hangman?"

You took a sip of your water. "We actually met in a bar while I was attending a class in Austin, Texas. He had just completed his time at the Naval Academy and was back home for a few weeks. We connected instantly and ended up getting married after just a week and a half."

"I'd say I never saw Hangman as a quick decision maker, but that would be incorrect. He saved my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend is the plane he saved. He told me about that."

"So, why didn't he tell us about you?"

You met her gaze and inhaled deeply. "Not long after we married, I discovered I was pregnant. But three months in, a horse kicked me in the stomach, and I miscarried. He urged me to give up my veterinary practice, leading to a major argument between us. We drifted apart after that, each of us burying ourselves in our work. Just last week, he suddenly decided he wanted to return to Wisconsin. I'm not sure what prompted the change."

Penny expressed her condolences with a sorrowful tone. "I'm sorry to hear about your loss."

"Thank you. It's something we've been working through together over the past week."

"The idea of divorce or separation never crossed your mind?"

"I can't say the thought of divorce never entered my mind, but whenever it did, I would glance at our wedding photo and remember the joyful moments. I had seen Jake at his happiest, yet I had never witnessed him in pain. I suppose the loss of our baby was that moment of pain for him. I couldn't blame him for feeling that way. I was dealing with it too."

Penny nodded, showing a sign of understanding. "He's quite fortunate, indeed. And here I was, thinking he was untamable by anyone."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Penny's comment, recognizing the mix of admiration and jest in her voice. "Well, I guess we all meet our match at some point, right?" you said, taking another sip of your water, the crispness of the drink a perfect match for the warmth of the conversation.

Penny laughed in agreement, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "That's very true. It's always the ones you least expect that end up surprising you the most," she added, her gaze briefly drifting as if reflecting on personal experiences.

The conversation flowed easily from there, with Penny sharing tidbits about the local area and you offering snippets of your own life and career. Despite the differences in your backgrounds, you found common ground in shared values and the occasional challenges of dealing with strong personalities, whether in a professional setting or personal relationships.

Penny glanced at her watch. "Wow, time really does fly when you're enjoying yourself. I need to go pick up my daughter from school. Feel free to stay as long as you like. Jake gave me your number, so I'll text you mine just in case you decide to head out." She swiftly pulled out her phone and sent a text, with your phone chiming shortly after. "If you need anything at all, just let me know."

You checked your phone, saving her contact details. "Thanks, Penny."

"I'll see you later," she said, rushing out the door.

After Penny left, your phone rang. You glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Jake. "Hey," you answered, a hint of surprise in your voice.

"Hey, darlin'. Where are you?" Jake's voice came through, sounding eager.

"I'm perched on a stool at The Hard Deck," you informed him, the background noise of the bar faintly audible.

"Great. I'll be there in a few minutes, so stay put," he replied, a tone of anticipation in his voice.

"I might head down to the beach," you mentioned, gazing out towards the sea visible from your vantage point.

"Alright. I'll find you there in a few," he assured.

The line went dead as you processed the swift exchange, pondering the imminent reunion.

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Golden Hour || Ch. 4 [Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol

Chapter summary: Bob's former fiancé moves back to town; Bradley finally gets Olive to go on a date with him

WC: 3.3K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

You were sitting on a stool at Breakers picking at their breakfast of champions — grits, eggs fried in butter, a biscuit soaked in gravy, a doctor’s nightmare — when Phoenix’s head snapped up. 

“Charlotte,” she said, eyes wide. Something in her voice made you look up. A beautiful woman, late twenties or early thirties, stepped through the doorway. She had blonde hair in soft waves, perfect white teeth, legs that went on for miles beneath her short dress. But somehow it came off much more prim and proper than the skirt you were wearing, and you crossed your legs self consciously. 

“Natasha,” she said and you bristled. Who was this girl and why was she calling Phoenix Natasha? 

“Back home visiting your mom?” Phoenix asked, refilling the coffee machine and then turning around, placing both hands on the slightly sticky bar top. 

Charlotte shook her head. “No. I’m home for good.” 

You watched Phoenix’s mouth turn into a fine line. There was a density in the air that hadn’t been there a moment before. She caught your eye and then added, “Charlotte, this is Dr. Olive James. She’s taking over Dr. Robert’s patients.” 

Charlotte smiled. It was frigid and tense. Fuck, she was stunning. But she had the aura of someone who would cut you down immediately if you stood between her and winning. You knew her type well. 

You were her. In another life. The life that ended a month ago on a perfectly sunny day in New York. Not that you had been able to see the sunlight from inside the frigid OR as Peter confessed. 

You held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

Charlotte stepped forward, sticking one thin, pale hand in yours. It was limp. “You too.” 

“So you grew up here?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. 

She looked at Phoenix. “Yeah. Something like that. Listen, I should probably head out. I’m meeting Mrs. Flannery at nine.” Charlotte looked you up and down. “Nice to meet you, Olive. Nat, I’ll see you around.” 

She was gone in a moment, just a cloud of Byredo perfume left in her wake. You turned to Phoenix. “Who was that?” 

“That was Charlotte,” she said. “Local pageant queen. Complete nightmare. And Bob Floyd’s ex-fiancé.”

***

You had thought you were getting somewhere with Bob. After the way the two of you had left things at his father’s house. But the moment you stepped in the office there was a chill. Literally and figuratively. Molly sat at the front desk shivering in a cardigan. 

“Dr. James,” she said, teeth chattering. “Mr. Flannery is in your office. Unscheduled appointment. Oh and the HVAC guy is coming this afternoon. Something’s wrong with the air conditioning!” 

“I can tell,” you muttered, swinging open the heavy wood door to your office and smiling. “Mr. Flannery, I’m Dr. James. How can I help you today?” 

He looked up. “It’s my throat. Feels all scratchy. Like I can’t swallow.” 

“If you can sit up on this table over here, sir, I can help you out.” You maneuvered Mr. Flannery onto the paper-covered examination bed and pulled on a pair of gloves. “Open wide for me.” Swollen, red tonsils with white spots and an inflamed throat. You nodded, sitting back. “Sorry to say you have strep throat.” 

He closed his mouth. “Well fuck.” 

You laughed. “I’m sorry. I’ll write you a prescription for azithromycin. It’s a five-day course, make sure you take it about an hour before having any food. And even if you feel better, take the full course or it could come back and that would be a worse case.” 

“Is it contagious?” he asked. 

“Very.” 

“So I should send my wife in for treatment?” Mr. Flannery asked. 

“That would be a good precaution,” you said, writing down the prescription and ripping it off the pad. “Here you go. Take this to Molly up front and she’ll get everything squared away.” 

He nodded, standing up. “Thanks Doc.” 

“Oh, Mr. Flannery?” He turned. “What does your wife do?” 

“Why do you ask, Doctor?” 

“I, um, I knew someone had a meeting with her this morning. Was just curious. Still trying to keep everyone in town straight.” You flashed him what was hopefully a convincing smile. 

He nodded. “She’s a real estate agent. Are you looking?” 

“Maybe.” 

“I’ll have her come by and give you a card,” he said. “And for a check up.” 

“Feel better.” 

He closed the door behind him and you leaned back. Charlotte was looking for a house. That was serious. You had met the woman for all of three minutes and somehow were annoyed by her presence and the fact that she was in Willow to stay. 

Three patients later, you thought your limbs might fall off. “Molly,” you cried, tossing open the door to your office. “It’s freezing, when is the HVAC guy coming?” 

“Dr. James.” Bob’s voice was hard. You spotted the empty desk, as well as the sparse waiting room, just one older woman on the phone in the corner. “My office. Please.” 

You rolled your eyes, following Bob into his office. He looked toasty in a pair of slacks and a button down, sleeves still rolled up enough to show off his firm forearms. Meanwhile you shivered in a short skirt and sleeveless top. “It’s cold as fuck,” you moaned. 

Bob had his back to you, not even bothering to respond as he moved across the room, opening an old wooden cabinet that you assumed held medical supplies, emerging a minute later with a lab coat and a sweater. The sweater was a vintage cable knit, navy blue and slightly frayed at the collar and cuffs. He held them out. “Here.”

You took them wordlessly. Was Bob Floyd being nice to you? “Um, thank you,” you replied, putting the lab coat down and sliding on the sweater. It was slightly long, ending just above the hem of your skirt, and much too wide, but you sighed in relief as the warmth enveloped your body. Bob picked up the lab coat, holding it out and you pivoted slightly, placing one arm in and then the other. The jacket brushed against your knees and you hugged your arms close. 

He nodded. “Molly’s at lunch but when she’s back I’ll have her call Ed again about the A/C.” 

“Human popsicle,” you replied and to your surprise Bob’s lips twitched upward. You grinned. “Well, um, thanks again.” 

“No problem.” 

He seemed in no rush to have you leave, one hand propped against the wall casually. “I met Charlotte today,” you said. It spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. 

Bob’s face went pale. An almost ashen color. Similar to watching someone hemorrhage blood after a birth. You regretted it the moment the words left your lips, but you just kept word vomiting into the abyss. 

“She’s pretty. Cold. Not quite a human popsicle, we might freeze here and it’ll be like the Day After Tomorrow without Dennis Quaid to rescue us cold. Just, distant.” 

“Charlotte is cold,” Bob said. His response was crisp. Calm. He would make an excellent surgeon. Collected and even tempered. You wondered briefly if he had ever thought of a specialty outside of general medicine. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurted. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

“It’s fine.” He pushed off of the arm that had been leaning against the wall, running one hand through his hair. “I’m guessing Phoenix told you about our history.” 

“That she was your fiancé,” you replied. “That’s all.” 

“That’s all,” he repeated. “Yeah, that’s about all there is.” 

“When was the last time you saw her?” 

“When she left,” Bob said. “Five years ago.” 

“Wow.” Five years was a lifetime. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m sorry she’s back,” he replied. “Charlotte is a tornado. Everywhere, all at once. Destruction and chaos and excitement. And then gone in an instant. She loves to leave piles of shit in her wake.” It was the first time you had heard so many sentences come out of Bob’s mouth. And with such vitriol.  

“Maybe it was time Willow had some excitement.” 

Bob looked at you. There was something different in his gaze but you couldn’t place it. “Dr. James,” he said, silky voice grazing your skin gently. “We’ve only just started to adjust to having you here. That was exciting enough.” 

“I’m not that bad,” you protested. 

Bob shook his head. “Sure, Olive.” 

There it was again. Your name on his tongue. There was something so sexy about the reserved way he said it. You smiled, stepping closer to the door. If possible, it was colder when you tugged it open. From next to his desk, Bob smirked. You grabbed the chart next to your door and turned toward the waiting room. “Mrs. Okane?” 

***

When Bradley showed up at the end of your shift, you didn’t even think twice. It had been almost a week since he had been in the clinic. That was five times longer than he had gone without walking through the front doors the week before. 

You smirked when he popped his head into your office. “Dr. James?” 

“Mr. Bradshaw.” You put your hands on your desk and stood up. “What is it this time? Let me guess. Yellow fever.”

“See, Doc, I think it’s more serious than that.” He ambled through the doorway, wearing a suit. That alone took your breath away. No one as handsome as Bradley Bradshaw should be allowed to wear a suit, it was practically a crime how good he looked. He would have to try himself in a court of law for that. “I think I have stress cardiomyopathy.” 

You laughed, head tipped back. “A broken heart? Really Bradshaw?” 

“But you’re lucky,” Bradley said, stepping closer. “I’m a master at Googling and WebMD and I think I found a cure.” 

“Oh? And what would that be?” 

“You go on a date with me. Tonight.” 

You let out a sigh. “Bradley.” 

“I know, I know, you’re not here to date,” he said. “But one dinner? Doctors have to eat, too. Have to practice what you preach, right?” 

“You’re wearing me down, Bradshaw.” 

“That’s the point.” He flashed a brilliant smile which turned into a frown. One of Bradley’s hands came out, fingering the pocket of your lab coat. “Is this Bob’s jacket?” 

You hadn’t even realized that it was embroidered with his name. You had been seeing patients in it all day as Dr. Floyd. The fact that some of the patients may have thought that made you his wife made you blush. “Um, yeah. The AC was broken and it was freezing, so I borrowed something from him.” 

Bradley nodded but the relief didn’t reach his eyes. 

Against your better judgment, you reached out, taking Bradley’s hand in yours. His face warmed instantly. “OK. Dinner.”

“I’m guessing not Breakers.” 

“You know what I would love?” 

“A salt bagel from H&H?” 

“Well yes. And the crispy tuna from Koi on Bryant Park and dim sum from Flushing.” Bradley laughed. “But no. I just want a good, healthy meal. Something that isn’t drowned in butter and doesn’t have five different types of pig products on it. And a glass of wine that isn’t from a box.” You shuddered. 

“I can make that happen, Doc.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Red or white?” 

“Surprise me.” 

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, dropping your hand. “Oh and Doc? Do me a favor. Lose Floyd’s coat. Makes you look like his.” 

“And that bothers you?” you called out as Bradley walked through the doorway. 

He turned back. “Yeah, Liv, it does. I’d like to pretend that on tonight’s date you’re all mine. Even if I’m still winning you over.” 

***

What the hell does one wear on a date in Willow, Georgia? 

All of your jeans were designer and too tight for the occasion. A dress felt too fancy. You kicked a slinky black Reformation dress into the corner of the room in frustration, standing in the middle of the chaos wearing a La Perla lingerie set and a pair of Jimmy Choos. Maybe you should just answer the door wearing that. Bradley might have a heart attack. It would go hand-in-hand with his fictional cardiomyopathy, you thought. 

Finally you picked up a black silky tank top and a short matching skirt, tugging them on just as there was a knock on the door. “Coming!” you shouted, grabbing your purse, a YSL Manhattan that was, no shocker, better suited in Manhattan than Willow, and spritzing a dose of Maison Margiela perfume on before rushing for the door. “Hi,” you said, letting out a quick sigh. 

Bradley had on a pair of jeans and a tight polo that showed off his muscular arms and broad chest. He grinned. “You look amazing.” 

You slipped the purse onto your shoulder. “It’s nice to have an excuse to dress up again.” 

“Willow fashion scene isn’t cutting it for you?” 

“The dress barn isn’t exactly my vibe,” you replied, locking the door. Bradley chuckled. “What?” 

“That,” he said, pointing to the door handle. “You locking the door. No one locks their doors around here. It’s Willow.” He placed an emphasis on Willow. 

“That’s insane.” 

He shrugged. “Again, that’s Willow. Here, watch your step.” Bradley held out his arm, guiding you down the steps toward his truck. 

“So, where are we going?” 

“It’s a surprise, Doc,” he replied, pulling the truck into reverse. 

Bradley’s surprise was dinner on his wraparound porch. He lived in a charming house one block from the town center, white with blue shutters and pots of mums outside the front door. He had set up a table and candles on one side of the house and even from outside you could smell something delicious. “What is that?” you asked, sniffing the air like a Doberman. 

He smiled. “Well you said healthy, but this is the South. So it’s chicken and dumplings. But I promise I made a salad.”

“Smells divine.” 

“Want to come inside and grab some wine while I check on dinner?” 

“Sure.” The inside of Bradley’s house was just as charming as the outside. A crisp white linen sofa facing a marble top coffee table, a six-person dining room set and a small kitchen with a little kitchen island. Down the hall you spotted an olive green mudroom with built-in shelves. “Your house is gorgeous.” 

“My mother decorated,” he replied, stepping up to the stove and pulling off a lid from the pot, the smell of rich chicken and veggies hitting your nose. “I let her because it was that or death.” 

“God, I feel that,” you replied. “My mother is the same.” 

“Probably why I went to New York,” he added. “Cut the umbilical cord.” 

“Do you miss it?” 

“All the time.” Bradley put the lid back on the dutch oven and reached up in the cabinet for two wine glasses. “Red or white?” 

“Red.”

He produced a bottle of pinot noir from a wine cabinet and set it on the counter. “What do you miss the most?” 

“Everything,” you replied automatically. “The sounds. It’s too quiet here to sleep at night.” 

“Yeah, I get that.” Bradley swirled a knife around the seam of the bottle, loosening the cover over the cork. “I miss the food.” 

“Obviously. And the nightlife. And the Met. Saturdays in Central Park and then walking over to Bloomingdales. Taking the Metro North on weekends up the Hudson. Christmas on Fifth Ave. Getting blackout drunk in the West Village and running into celebrities.”

Bradley chuckled. “You might have had more fun than I did.” 

“Maybe,” you replied, taking a sip of wine. “In medical school for sure. But residency? God, I was lucky if I was able to shower and order takeout before falling asleep.” 

“You know what I wonder?” Bradley asked.

“Hmm?”

“Did we ever meet in the city? How could we have spent all those years within the same twenty mile radius and never met?” 

“Chance, Bradley,” you said. “It’s not like I was hanging out at Columbia Law.” 

“I like to think we were in the same place at the same time before, but didn’t meet until now.” 

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” 

He smiled. “Because that’s a better love story, Doc. Two people, fated to meet. It’s every Hallmark movie rolled into one.” 

“So I’m the big city girl who leaves her fiancé and goes to the small town and falls in love with the local baker or farmer or pumpkin stand owner?” 

“Exactly.” He grinned. 

You sighed, shaking your head. “Yeah. Except I didn’t leave him. He left me. And I didn’t leave. I ran. They’re different.” 

“You’re here now,” Bradley whispered. “Maybe that’s the fate part.” 

“So what you’re telling me,” you said, leaning in closer, hip brushing against the kitchen island, dangerously close to where Bradley was standing, “is that you’re a hopeless romantic at heart.” 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” 

After dinner, which was excellent and you confirmed was cooked entirely by Bradley, he cut thick slices of local peach pie and carried them out to where you sat on the porch. You shivered and Bradley found a blanket, laying it gingerly over your shoulders. You smiled up at him as he took a seat across the small table from you. The candles were melting down into their holders. You looked around. “This is a cute street. Feel like I’ve been here before.” 

Bradley hooked one thumb over his shoulder. “That’s Bob’s house.” He pointed to the house directly next door. You grimaced. That’s where you recognized it from, the day you had shown up to yell at him only to realize he had the flu. 

How was it possible that the only two men you spoke to in the entire town lived next to each other? 

“Olive.” Your name was sweet on his tongue. “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Go ahead.”

“How long do you plan on staying in Willow?”

“I’m not sure. Why?” 

He leaned back and shook his head. “Just wondering how bad my cardiomyopathy is going to be. If I should make an appointment at Atlanta General for next month or sometime next year.” It was October but the leaves were still firmly stuck on the trees. 

“Bradley,” you whispered. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want me.” 

“Patently false.” 

You shook your head. “Trust me. You’re better off. Find a nice girl, like Phoenix. Someone who belongs here.” 

“That’s the thing,” he replied. “I don’t exactly belong here anymore either.” 

“So why stay?” 

“Problem is that I don’t belong anywhere. Not here, not New York. I’m not entirely dedicated to a single place.” 

“Maybe it’s somewhere else,” you countered. “Somewhere you haven’t been yet.”

“I know what I’m missing, Olive, and it’s not a house or a job or a favorite restaurant.” 

“Then what is it?” 

“A partner,” he said and your breath caught in your throat. “When you find that one person you can’t live without, you can live anywhere. Because it’s not about being tied to a place. It’s being tied to another person.” 

“How can you be so sure?” 

“I can’t,” he said softly. “Not until I find her.” 

“Maybe she’s back in New York,” you replied. “Or Atlanta. Or San Diego.” 

“Or maybe, she’s sitting in front of me pretending to eat a piece of peach pie.” 

“Oh, Bradley.” At that moment, a light flickered on in Bob’s house. You turned just as Bob approached the window of his living room, one hand on each side of the drapes. Your eyes caught his for a moment. 

And then he pulled the drapes together, shutting you out.

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Ch 9 The Gift You Gave Me

For the next two weeks, Oliver, Felicity and John repaired the bunker and helped the city in its efforts to recover from the Undertaking.

Even now, first responders were still recovering bodies from the wreckage.

As the body count raised, the amount of anger, blame, and discontent rose in the city. The people started calling for Merlyn blood. They celebrated Tommy’s death. They wanted Moira Queen dead and there were even those few who wanted Oliver and Thea to pay for their parents’ crimes.

Oliver had a team of security on Thea when she wasn’t with Roy, much to her annoyance.

He worried for Felicity, but as long as the world didn’t know she was carrying Malcolm Merlyn’s grandchild, she was safe.

John was spending more time with Carly, and that often left just Oliver and Felicity to their own devices.

More often than not found Oliver on Felicity’s couch or in her kitchen, but always with her.

He learned she couldn’t cook to save her life and took it upon himself to make her breakfast and dinner. Often when she was at work, when he wasn’t working on the foundry or working out, he was researching recipes for pregnant women.

Felicity didn’t mind. Oliver’s cooking was a hundred times better than microwave food and it reminded her of Tommy in a good way, even if it made her heart ache just a bit more than it did before.

Before, Oliver was her teammate, her partner, but now he was becoming a very close friend. 

Someone she could talk to about almost anything. Her worry and fears. How much she missed Tommy. About her day.

Oliver had not only become her friend but her sounding board, her confidante. 

Her pillar of support.

Her anchor among tragedy and heartache. 

Her life had changed so much and in a world she was still adjusting to the changes.

Nothing about any of this was easy.

LINEBREAK

Oliver set a plate on the counter. Scramble, eggs, toast and grapes. A glass of orange juice is next to it.

Felicity’s bedroom door opened. Her hair was left down and more curly than he has ever seen it. She was pale this morning, making the circles beneath her eyes more evident. She wore a pair of black yoga pants and an oversized blue shirt he knew to be Tommy’s, dipping off one shoulder.

“Are you not going into work today?” Oliver wondered, knowing Felicity would have worn something else if that were the case, or maybe she was just running late.

His step faltered." Are You feeling okay?" 

“I have to go to the hospital.” Felicity said. 

Oliver’s heart leapt into his throat and he was rushing forward before she could take another step. “What’s wrong?” his arm wrapped around her waist, ready to whisk her away to the hospital as fast as possible.

“I’m fine.” Felicity patted his chest, seeing his worry. “I have a doctor’s appointment, so I took the day off.”

“Oh, is it for the baby?” he asked, helping her over to the counter.

“It is,” she answered, sipping at the glass of orange juice.

Oliver settled across from her. “Can I..:” he shook his head abruptly, falling silent. 

Felicity watched as he pushed his eggs around on his plate, that brooding frown in place that she was all too familiar with. “You want to be there?”

Oliver looked up at her hesitantly. “I don’t want to overstep.”

“You’re not.” Felicity assured him. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Yeah?” Oliver smiled lightly.

“Yeah,” said Felicity. “It will be nice to have a friend there.”

“When is the appointment?” Oliver looked at the clock.

“Not for another 2 hours.” Felicity answered, nibbling on her toast. “We got time.”

LINEBREAK

Oliver followed Felicity’s mini Cooper on his bike through the hospital’s underground parking garage.

It was convenient in keeping away from the hostile mobs out For Merlyn blood and from paparazzi and reporters.

Oliver followed closely behind Felicity as it seemed she knew exactly where she was going and he didn’t.

He stepped closer to her as a few others got into the elevator with them.

He was worried at first that someone might recognize him and his trip here will be on every television and paper in the city. But not a single person paid him any mind, some miracles he would gladly accept. He felt out-of-place walking into the women’s clinic. It only increased when he noticed it was a room full of pregnant women and he was only the third man there.

He stepped closer to Felicity to help with his unease. His hand migrated to her back. 

“Are you sure you want to be here?” Felicity asked quietly, leaning into him so he could hear her.

“Yes, just nervous.” Oliver admitted.

“So am I.” Felicity said, and Oliver moved his hand from her back to her hand, closing his around hers.

Felicity squeezed his hand and approached the receptionist's desk. “Felicity Smoak. I have an appointment at 11:15.”

“Fill this out and I will get you checked in.” The receptionist replied politely, holding out a clipboard with forms. “And I will need your ID and insurance card.”

Felicity dug through her purse until she found her wallet as Oliver took hold of the clipboard. Felicity handed over the cards.

She accepted the clipboard from Oliver and took one of the empty seats that was left. 

Oliver joined her, rubbing his fingers together in that way he did when he was feeling nervous or restless.

It didn’t take Felicity long, and she took them back up to the counter. 

10 minutes later, a nurse came and took her to one of the patient rooms, and she and Oliver were left waiting for the doctor. 

Felicity sat on the medical bed while Oliver paced, looking out the window and the skyline laid out before him.

“Does it usually take this long?” Oliver wondered.

“Patience is a virtue.” Felicity said, and despite himself, Oliver smiled.

“What do you want to do after this?” asked Oliver, hoping to distract himself.

“I don’t know.” Felicity answered honestly. “I guess it depends on how I feel after this.” 

The door to her room and an older brunette woman walked in dressed in a white coat. “Hi, Ms. Smoak. I’m Dr. Avery. How are you feeling?”

“Nauseous. Tired.” Felicity answered.  

“That’s perfectly normal.” Replied Dr. Avery, filling out a form. “Any cramping?”

“No.”

“Spotting?”

“No.”

“Very good.” she looked up from her chart, looking at Oliver with recognition. “And is this the father?”

“This is a very good friend of mine.” Felicity answered and Oliver came over and gently took her hand in his, his thumb brushing slowly back and forth across the back of her hand.

“Good. As first time mom’s and one as young as yourself, it’s important to have a support system.” Dr. Avery said.

“How do you know this is my first child?” asked Felicity. “Is it in my chart?”

“Yes.” Dr. Avery smiled. “Also, you’re wringing your hands. You’re nervous. Most first time mom’s are always nervous.”

“Does it ever go away?” Felicity wondered. 

“It vary’s with every patient. Everybody is different.” Dr. Avery answered. “Are you ready to see your baby today?”

“What? Really?” asked Felicity, as Oliver blew out a breath.

“Yes, really.” Dr. Avery smiled. “I’ll need you to lay back and raise your shirt for me to just beneath your breast.”

Felicity did as instructed as the Doctor wheeled over the ultrasound machine.

“I apologize in advance for the coldness.” Said Dr. Avery as she spread a gel over Felicity’s abdomen.

Felicity jerked at the coldness, and Oliver Instinctively took her hand.

Dr. Avery placed a doppler against her skin and slowly began moving it.

Felicity’s heart pounded against her ribs, and her breath caught in her throat. 

Oliver felt his body seize up, a ball of emotion lodging in his throat. He knew this moment was going to change everything, and it terrified him in a way that he wasn’t used to.

It was silent in the room, the only sound the breathing of the occupants in the room until it wasn’t.

A fast heartbeat filled the room. 

Felicity’s breath left her in a rush.

“Is that..?” Oliver was having trouble finding his voice. “The baby’s heartbeat?” 

Dr. Avery nodded. “Yes, it is.”

“It’s fast.” Felicity said and added quickly." Is that normal?"

“It is.” Dr. Avery confirmed, moving the doppler around a bit more. “There you are.”

Felicity’s hand flew to her chest after Dr. Avery turned the ultrasound monitor screen toward her, pointing out her baby in the grainy image.

“That there is your little one,” said Dr. Avery. “I would say you are almost 9 weeks along.” 

“And everything’s fine?” Felicity asked.

“Your baby is perfect.” Dr. Avery assured. “From the development and how far along you are, I approximate your due date in November.” 

“It’s common to have a miscarriage in the first trimester. Is that something I need to worry about?” Felicity asked.

“Everything I see tells me you have nothing to worry about.” Dr. Avery answered and went on to explain what she could expect for the next few weeks.

Felicity glanced over at Oliver and his eyes were glued to the ultrasound monitor. More specifically, the baby’s image on the screen. There were tears in his eyes and a soft smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Any questions?” Dr. Avery asked.

“Yes.” Felicity turned back to the Doctor squeezing Oliver’s hand. “I have morning sickness and it comes at all times of the day. Will that last during the entire pregnancy?”

“I want to say no, but there are some case’s that it does last the duration of the pregnancy. If you’re lucky, it will only last the first trimester. Things should go more smoothly once you reached your second.”

“Is there anything we can do to help ease the symptoms?” asked Oliver, forcing his eyes away from the image of Tommy and Felicity’s baby to Dr. Avery.

“I will prescribe some nausea medications and some pregnancy vitamins.” Dr. Avery answered and began using a paper towel to wipe away the gel off Felicity’s stomach. “I will print you off a couple of pictures of your baby’s ultrasound.” 

“Thank You.” Felicity said gratefully.

“Of course, I’ll be right back.” Dr. Avery smiled before leaving the room.

Felicity turned to Oliver when they were alone. “You ok?”

His eyes shined with unshed tears and it was a little disconcerting to see the man who was guarded more than the Pentagon, so vulnerable.

Oliver turned to her.

Tommy should be the one standing here, holding your hand. Not me.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say them.

He didn’t want to cause her more pain. 

He swallowed visibly. “Yeah, it’s just.. surreal.” 

“I know.” Felicity squeezed his hand. “I’m scared.” 

Oliver smiled softly. “So am I and that’s ok. This is uncharted territory. It’s okay to be scared, but I don’t think you need to be. You are gonna be an amazing mother.”

Felicity hoped he was right.

A few minutes later, Dr. Avery returned with her printouts and prescriptions. They talked for a little longer before Felicity and Oliver were on their way.

“Are you hungry?” asked Oliver, glancing at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road.

 “Yes, I could use a big belly burger and some mint chip.” Felicity answered. “We could call John, see if he wants to meet us for lunch?” 

“You call John, I will get us to big belly burger.” Oliver said, turning on his turn signal as he came to a stop at a busy intersection.

John had easily agreed to meet them. It gave him an excuse to check on Carly without coming across as overbearing.

LINEBREAK

John met them just outside BBB’s parking lot. He smiled at Felicity and held the door open for her. “What have you two been up to today?”

Oliver looked at Felicity to answer John. He was taking his cues from her.

“I had a doctor’s appointment.” Felicity answered, grabbing their usual booth.

“Oh.” John took a seat across from her as Oliver slid into the booth next to her. “How did it go?”

“Good. We got to see the baby and hear the heartbeat.” Felicity answered, her lips pulling up into a genuine smile.

“We?” John looked over at Oliver.

Oliver nodded. “It was surreal.”

“Do you want to see my ultrasound pictures?” Felicity immediately began digging through her bag.

John leaned over the table expectantly. He hadn’t seen her smile since The Undertaking. 

Felicity pulled out the ultrasound pic and showed it to John, pointing out the baby. 

“Wow.” said John.

“I know,” said Oliver, his eyes lit with wonder. “It’s unbelievable.”

“It’s almost like he’s still here with me,” Felicity murmured, staring at the picture in awe.

Oliver and John both reached over and squeezed her hand in support.

“What can I...” Carly trailed off. “Is that an ultrasound picture?” She looked at Felicity. “You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” Felicity replied.

“Congratulations.” Carly smiled.

“Thank You.” Felicity slipped the pic back into her purse.

“If you ever need some advice or anything, you can call me,” said Carly.

Felicity appreciated the offer. “I will probably take you up on that.” 

“Please do.” She pulled out her notepad. “Now, what can I get you guys?”

“Cheeseburger, extra pickles, no mayo. Fries, extra crispy and mint chocolate chip ice cream.” Felicity listed off.

“Don’t have mint chocolate chip.” Carly answered, writing her order down." I can do chocolate." 

Oliver leaned into Felicity. “I’ll stop and get you mint chocolate chip when we leave here that way you can have some whenever you want. Plus, we need to stop and have your prescriptions filled.” 

Carly looked between Oliver and Felicity as they locked eyes.

“I’ll have my usual,” John interjected, bringing Carly’s attention back to him.

Carly smiled at him and reached out to rub his shoulder.

“And you Mr. Queen?” Carly asked Oliver, not needing to write down John’s order, already knowing it by heart.

“Oliver, please.” Oliver insisted. “Double cheeseburger, easy on the cheese, fries and a glass of water.”

Carly nodded, writing it down, and sent another smile at John before returning to the counter.

John quietly excused himself and followed Carly to the counter. His hand covered hers on the counter and she smiled up at him, stepping closer. John’s other hand came to rest on her waist and hers on his chest as they spoke in soft tones that neither Felicity nor Oliver could make out what was being said.

“Do you think they’ll last?” Felicity wondered curiously.

Oliver glanced at John and Carly briefly before returning his eyes back to her. “I don’t know. I hope so, but their relationship is a bit on the complicated side.”

“Most relationships are,” Felicity replied, a question of curiosity forming. “Speaking of complicated. What about you and Laurel? Think you’ll last this time around?”

Felicity assumed that Laurel wanted to be with Oliver and Oliver, who saw through Laurel tinted glasses would want the same. She didn’t think it would last, or that it was the right move for him, but it was Oliver’s life and his decision to make.

“Laurel and I are not back together.” Oliver’s brow furrowed. "Are people saying we’re back together?"

“No, I just assumed. You always drop everything for her and the way she acted at Tommy’s funeral.” Felicity smiled ruefully. “She was clearly staking her claim.”

“We slept together the night before The Undertaking.” Oliver admitted. “I thought it was what I wanted.”

“Didn’t live up to the expectation you built in your head when you were on the island?” asked Felicity. “Understandable. I mean, you built a lot of expectations out of some misplaced guilt. It’s not a strong foundation to start a relationship on.”

Oliver opened his mouth to respond, but John chose that moment to return. “Carly said our food will be ready in a moment.” 

“Good,” said Felicity, letting Oliver and her discussion fall away. “I’m starving.”

John grinned. “Well, you are feeding for two now.”

Felicity found herself smiling at the thought of her baby and her hand moved to rest over her relatively still, flat stomach.

Oliver watched the movement, and he had the intense urge to cover her hand with his own and was grateful for his own self control.

“So, things with you and Carly?” Felicity wondered, looking at John.

John glanced over as Carly started over to them with a full tray. “They’re going as well as can be.”

“Here are your orders.” Carly unloaded her tray. “If you need anything else, just send John to the counter.”

“We will.” Felicity promised, as John chuckled. 

The three friends kept their conversation light as they enjoyed their meal.

LINEBREAK

Oliver returned home later that day, intending to shower, grab some fresh clothes and an overnight bag.

It occurred to him that it was presumptions of him to pack an overnight bag for Felicity’s, but right now, he needed to be near Felicity.

He needed to watch over her, care for her. He needed to feel like he was honoring his promise to Tommy to look after her. However, it wasn’t just for Tommy. It was for himself too.

The closer he got to Felicity, the more drawn he was to her. His life had come down with the Glades and being around Felicity was the only thing that felt right to him.

“What’s the overnight bag for?”

Oliver glanced over to see Thea standing in the open doorway, dressed in her favorite pair of silk pajamas.

“I was going to spend the night at a friend’s.” Oliver answered.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately since everything happened.’’ Thea commented. The look in her eyes reminded him of their mother’s when she was trying to get to the bottom of a problem.

“My friend lost someone really important. None of this has been easy. For them especially.” Oliver answered, thinking about how hard this has been on Felicity. 

“How is Laurel?” asked Thea, wrongly assuming that’s who Oliver had been spending all his time with.

“I’m not sure. We haven’t spoken in almost a week.” Oliver answered honestly.

“Wait, if not Laurel then,” she shook her head before her eyes lit up. “The blonde? I think her name was Felicity. Is that where you’ve been spending all your time?”

Oliver couldn’t bring himself to answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

“Who did she lose?” Thea wondered. “Was it someone close to her?”

“Closer than Laurel and I have ever been,” confessed Oliver. He didn’t think he ever loved someone the way Felicity had loved Tommy. “And she has no family here.” 

Thea nodded, feeling a wave of sympathy. It sucked losing someone close to you and being alone only made it worse. “You could always invite your girlfriend here.”

“It’s not like that. She’s not my girlfriend. We’re just friends.” Oliver protested, hoisting his bag onto his shoulder. “Are you going to be okay on your own tonight?”

“I won’t be on my own.” Thea said, a small smirk pulling at her lips. “Roy’s coming over.” 

Oliver’s face scrunched up.

“Don’t make that face. I’m not a little kid anymore.” Thea admonished. “I shouldn’t have to remind you of that.”

“I know.” Oliver sighed, still he didn’t like his sister with boys. He was a big brother. However, he knew Roy was a good kid. “As long as he makes you happy.”

“He does.” Thea said.

Oliver walked over to his sister, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he passed. “Good.”

“The offer still stands for your friend. She’s welcome here if you want her to be.” Thea’s tone made it clear she didn’t believe Felicity was just his friend.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Oliver called over his shoulder and left, pausing long enough beside her to press a departing kiss to her temple.

LINEBREAK

Felicity pulled her door open to find Oliver with a duffel bag over his shoulder and his arms full of grocery bags.

“I went shopping.” Oliver said in greeting.

“I can see that.” Felicity took two of the bags from him.

Oliver followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

Felicity set the bags down on the kitchen counter. “What’s with the duffle bag?”

“I hope you don’t mind. It’s just in case I stay over.” Oliver set the remaining grocery bags on the counter. He let the duffle bag slip down his arm and drop at his feet. 

“I don’t mind.” Felicity said. “You’re welcome here anytime, as long as you’re comfortable on the couch.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.” Oliver replied, beginning to unload the grocery bags. 

Vegetables, fruits, a few packages of meats, yogurt, heart healthy cereal, eggs, pancakes.

 “I’m sure.” Felicity replied as Oliver pulled out the last item from the bag.

A carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream. “As requested.” Oliver set the ice cream on the counter.

Felicity snatched the ice cream up. “You are a Godsend.”

Oliver couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that rose in his throat.

It was honest and real. Hearing it brought a soft smile to Felicity.

“I was under the impression pregnant women were harder to please.” Oliver commented, a light feeling in his chest from just being in Felicity’s presence.

“This one’s not.” Felicity opened the ice cream and retrieved a spoon.

“Speaking of,” he pulled out a small white paper bag from his jacket pocket. “I picked up your prescriptions.” he set the bag down on the counter.

“Thank you,” Felicity said around a spoon full of ice cream.

“Shouldn’t you wait until after dinner?” asked Oliver as she popped another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

“If you didn’t want me to eat the ice cream before dinner, you shouldn’t have bought it.” Felicity replied with a smile, swallowing another bite of ice cream. “And speaking of dinner, what are you making for us tonight?”

“Something healthy for you and little Smoak.” 

Felicity’s nose scrunched. “Little Smoak?” 

“Peanut?” Oliver offered.

Felicity shook her head.

“Cargo?” Oliver tried again.

“Pumpkin.” said Felicity.

“Pumpkin?” Oliver repeated, lips twitching. 

“It’s what my grandmother called me when I was little.” Felicity explained.

“What about your mom?” asked Oliver curiously. 

“Pistachio.” Felicity pressed her lips together. 

“What?”

“I didn’t open up easily.” Felicity explained. 

Oliver noted that he was slowly learning more about her." Pumpkin it is."

“Want some?” Felicity offered him a spoonful of her ice cream.

Oliver leaned over, taking a bite.

“Why don’t you eat the rest of your ice cream while I get dinner started?” Oliver suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” Felicity sent him a smile and walked into the living room, settling on the couch as she got Netflix started.

Oliver joined her once he had dinner done and was giving it time to cool off. Felicity instinctively moved closer, and he lifted his arm, tucking her into his side.

He felt more at home next to her than he could ever remember feeling. It was a feeling he wanted to protect.

#fanfic #olicity #felicity smoak #oliver queen #oliver x felicity #olicity fic #fic: the gift you gave me

[openheartfanfics]

Newly Added Fics

July 30 - Aug 5, 2022 

🎭 Angst  |  🦚 Angsty Fluff  |  🛸 AU  |  ☁ Fluff  |  ♥ NSFW  |  📚 Series  |  📷 Edit  |  📱 TextFic  |  Ⓜ Mature

BRYCE X F!OC / F!MC

Kitchen Wars - @peonierose  ☁

Making soup turns into a kitchen war. [Cooks]

Please Let It Be Coffee - @peonierose  📱 ☁

Text/Insta exchange between Luna and Bryce. Because now that Luna is pregnant no more coffee for her. [Pregnancy]

That Sounds Like Pizza to Me - @peonierose  ☁

Luna and her cousins have their pizza night where the debate comes up pineapple on pizza or not.

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star - @peonierose  ☁

The twins are excited to see their parents. [Domestic; Family]

ETHAN X F!OC / F!MC

A Rock and a Hard Place - @coffeeheartaddict2  🎭 Ⓜ

Ethan has a decision to make about how much of a relationship he wants to have with Louise. TW: mentions of addiction

All The Things We Run From - @kat-tia801  📚 🛸 Ⓜ

[mini: wip] After her residency leaves her with heartbreak and lasting scars, Brynn sets off to find a change of pace. But as she’s trying to escape her demons, she crosses paths with someone who’s fighting secret battles of their own. TW:  depictions of mental health struggles, character death

CH 1: A Million Miles An Hour

Birth Control - @txemrn  🦚 Ⓜ

After a heated conversation with friends about the Ramseys’ decision not to have children, Tatum begins to wonder if their plan is truly what her new husband wants. TW: Medical complications affecting fertility; bullying/shaming Feat. Sienna Trinh

Darkest Hour - @coffeeheartaddict2  🎭 Ⓜ

Ethan finds out a painful secret from Casey’s past. TW: non-physical domestic abuse

Happy Birthday, Dr. Ramsey - @liaromancewriter  📷 ☁

Cassie posts Ethan’s birthday wishes on Picta. [Birthday]

New Horizons - @jerzwriter  ☁

It’s Kaycee’s last day at Edenbrook. While a friend is there to support her, Ethan and Emma are there to take her home. [Domestic; Family]

Not Meant to Be - @lucy-268  🎭

Ethan went to the Amazon promising Samantha they would still be together when he came back. So, who changed his mind? Feat. Harper Emery [Amazon]

So Close: An Open Heart/The Royal Romance Crossover  - @sincerelyella  📚 🛸

[extended: wip] Ella was stuck in between two men, Bryce and Ethan. When she had to make a choice, she ultimately chose Ethan … but he refused. Now what?

Sugar High - @jamespotterthefirst  ♥

He makes her body do something no one else has before. [Oral]

The Great Bake-Off - @mysticalgalaxysstuff  ☁

Ethan makes pancakes (!!) with his daughter. [Domestic; Family; Cooks]

The Heart Wants - @genevievemd  🎭

After going on a terrible blind date, Ethan agrees to meet up with Genevieve. But it’s harder than they both imagined. [Pining, Ethan POV]

What Now? - @potionsprefect  ☁

When Luke and Lily finally fall asleep, Victoria and Ethan wonder what they should do. [Domestic; Family]

With You - @jerzwriter  ♥

After dropping Louise off at rehab, Ethan & Kaycee share an emotional ride back to Boston. Kaycee assures a worried Ethan that she is there for him, always… in every way. [2.16; Public Places]

You Are My Sun, My Moon & All My Stars - @mvalentine  ☁

Ethan Ramsey wants to take his girlfriend out on a date. Except he doesn't tell her the where, the what or the why. [Date]

Z Toboyu - @ofmischiefandmedicine  ☁

During their drive to visit Laura’s mother, Ethan gets a taste of her culture.

102 Days of Smiles - @genevievemd  📚 📷

[extended: wip] One post a day, for 102 days, with something that made our new bride smile.

ETHAN X M!MC

Drama Queen - @peonyblossom  ☁

Sydney fawns over their cat a little too much after her bath. [Pet]

Hottest Man Alive - @dr-colossal-pita  ☁

Oliver  is scrolling through their phone and randomly says “wow this guy is so hot!” out loud causing Ethan to wonder who he’s talking about. 

JACKIE X M!OC

First Date - @openheartfanfiction  ☁

Rowan asked Jackie out on a date and here is how it went.

PLATONIC/ENSEMBLE

Roomie Evening - @potionsprefect​  📷

Victoria spends an evening with the roomies.

Underneath the Tree - @liaromancewriter  ☁🎄

Cassie is in the mood to spread some Christmas cheer and her loved ones are happy to help. Feat. Ethan Ramsey, OH Gang

SIENNA X M!OC

Break Time - @liaromancewriter  📱 Ⓜ

Max and Sienna find ways to keep their relationship fun, even from a distance.

TOBIAS X F!OC / F!MC  

Boys Night Out - @jerzwriter  ☁ Ⓜ

Tobias runs into some opposition when he tries to convince the guys to  join him in his man cave. Feat. Bryce Lahela, Ethan Ramsey

For Keeps - @jerzwriter  ☁

Tobias drags his best buddy around Boston to find the perfect ring for Casey, but in the end, she has the biggest surprise for him.

50 Days of Love - @openheartfanfiction  📚 📷

[extended: wip] Just 50 Days of Adelaide showing love to many different things.

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[ao3feed-jaytim]

Tumblr Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/38637480

by WinterSplinterBlossom

Ch 1 Prompt by @deplorableblight: Tim accidentally responding to Ollie calling Dinah "Pretty Bird" because he gets used to Jason calling him that, that it becomes a Pavlovian response when he hears those two words together.

Words: 1160, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance

Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Fluff, Based on a Tumblr Post, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Sleep Deprivation, Cuddling & Snuggling

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/38637480

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaytim #batman (comics) #dcu

[dcmultiverse]

“We need to give this city purpose and honour the damnation which bore it.” Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham (2023)

#dcedit #dcauedit #a: batman: the doom that came to gotham #ch: bruce wayne #ch: cassandra cain #ch: pamela isley #ch: oliver queen #ch: jason blood #ch: barbara gordon #ch: talia al ghul #animated #gif #mine #by jus

[oneillcowan27]

After Profitable Gold Medals At the 1964 Summer Time Olympics

For public services within the Gold Coast. For public companies in Carmarthenshire. Michael Arbuthnot Sharpe, Colonial Administrative Service, Administrative Officer, Nyasaland. Henry Man Merson, Senior Government Officer, Home Office. Lionel Percival William Arthur Mortimer, Assistant Secretary, Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries & Meals. George Oliver Jenkins, Foreman of Works, Staff of Superintending Civil Engineer, Admiralty, Colombo. Louis Pheasey, Superintending Examiner, Patent Workplace, Board of Trade. Harral Thompon, Deputy Leather Controller, Board of Trade. gold ira companies reviews , CMG, OBE, Excessive Commissioner in Pakistan for Her Majesty's Authorities in the United Kingdom. Alexander Davidson Hillhouse, Finance Director, Transport, Warehousing, Cold Storage and Salvage Divisions, Ministry of Meals. Eric Bridgnell, Below-Secretary to the government of India in the Finance Division.

Henry Joseph Pearson, MBE, Deputy Secretary to the federal government of the Punjab in the Finance Division. Major John Richard Cotton, MBE, Indian Army, Indian Political Service, lately Secretary to the Honourable the Resident at Baroda and for the States of Western India and Gujarat. George William Downs, MBE, Assistant Chief Constable, Nottingham City Police Power. Henry Goland Robinson, Emeritus Professor of Agriculture, College of Nottingham. Lieutenant-Colonel Walter George Robinson, TD (63706), Royal Regiment of Artillery, Territorial Army. Colonel William Paul Temple Roberts (38423), late Royal Regiment of Artillery. Lieutenant-Colonel (short-term) Francis Norton Wentworth Gore (34434), Royal Regiment of Artillery. Lieutenant-Colonel Alwyne Tregelles Hingston, MBE (50823), Royal Regiment of Artillery (Employed List).

Brigadier Gilbert Reader McMeekan, DSO, OBE (22955), late Corps of Royal Engineers (now RARO). Flying Officer C. E. Flecknell (195642), Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve. John Mackenna Pearson, Director of the British Council Centre, Liverpool. top 5 gold ira companies , JP. Percival Pope, Common Supervisor, Montague Burton, Ltd. U Tun Ohn, TDM, Burma Police (Class I), Officiating District Superintendent of Police, Thaton. Reginald Hugh Whittam, Revenue-tax Officer, Grade I, Personal Assistant to the Commissioner of Earnings Tax, Burma. Brigadier Ivor Reginald Grove, OBE, Member of the Board and Technical Adviser, Military Kinema Company. Walter Douglas Goss, Nationwide Secretary, Transport and Common Employees' Union.

Horace Joseph Dunn, Chairman, District Council of Saddleworth, State of South Australia, for many years. Evelyn Mary Yeoman. For companies to George and Queen Elizabeth Officers' Club in Edinburgh, below the auspices of the Empire Societies' Warfare Hospitality Committee. Elizabeth May Harper, Supervisor, Publish Office Telephone Alternate, Exeter. Albert Edwards, Skilled Workman, Class I, Submit Workplace Phone Alternate, Greenwich. gold ira reviews , CBE, chairman, Engineering and Allied Employers' West of England Association. Lieutenant-Colonel William Muir Stewart, MB (73590), Royal Military Medical Corps. Anthony Arthur Duncan Montague Browne, DFC, lately Personal Secretary to the proper Honourable Sir Winston Churchill, KG, OM, CH, MP.

#gold ira

[edgewaterfarmcsa]

CSA WEEK 17

p i c k l i s t

PARSLEY - REDBOR KALE - SHISHITOS PEPPERS! - HABANADAS PEPPERS! - CAYENNE PEPPER! - JALAPENO PEPPER! - BEETS - BUTTERCUP WINTER SQUASH - CARROTS- HEIRLOOM FIELD TOMATOES - CORN - ONION - GARLIC

Content Warning: this newsletter talks about food, if you are fasting in recognition of the holiest day of the Jewish Calendar, then please feel free to pause until tomorrow…. Ok?

And now let’s get into it: our Summer CSA ends this week! What in the world are we all supposed to eat after this week’s goodies run out? Cereal?! Hot dogs? Nightly takeout from Brownsville Butcher and Pantry? JK, As you all know our Fall CSA begins in a week, so this is certainly not the end of fresh veg for those that signed up.  In fact for many of you, the fun starts next Wednesday (first FALL CSA!) when our efforts go into filling the farmstand with towers of brussel sprouts, bins of onions, trays of greens and if you are smart and gluten friendly- a fresh warm loaf of bread (via add on bread share).

  And as for the fields this week, they did get a light frost two nights in a row.  Some plants are toast but the majority remain and they will continue to kick around until a deep kill frost hits and the fog breaks.  Truthfully, none of us expect the peppers, corn, and cherry tomatoes to stick around much longer, but while they are here, we will love them dearly and pick them with pretend Summer delight.  The brassicas and other greens have no problem with these cool temps, and we have enough greenhouses growing food to keep our bellies full and happy through the Winter Solstice (and beyond?).  

In other field topics, we are all impatiently waiting for the tops on the potatoes to properly dry so we can begin to dig the spud field using our fave large piece of equipment, the potato harvester- this will save an insane amount of time.  We are all a little sick of hand digging and our fingernails could use a break.  For real, the pain of hitting your finger nail into a potato while digging into the soil is a shock to the system for daaaaays.  

But the most pressing topic to really hit today is all the food we ate together these last 17 weeks.  From strawberries in June, to blueberries in July and Melon into the end of September.  We ate like kings and queens! And come January, I guarantee you, the onslaught of Equinox peppers will be missed as you sip on your dried tulsi tea.  Moreover, a huge shout out to all CSAers near (farmstand pick up!) and far (Eastman! The Studio! Novo Nordisk! Windsor! Brownsville!).  I don’t know what the CSA means to you- is it just groceries? Is it more? But for me, the CSA gives my every week real meaning and rhythm.  With the help of so many awesome hands and fellow farmers (Ray, Roy, Garnet, Claire, Denroy, Carlington, Tim, Jasper, Strong, Joe and Mike, Mrs. T and Pam), I get to curate your meals from a field! That is a huge honor and I do not take it lightly.  And bottomline here, a massive cheers to you all for taking a chance on Edgewater this season, and I do hope to check in with you all again in the not too distant future.  

Peace, Love, and Habanadas, Jenny

Pro-tips:

 KALE SALAD WITH ROASTED SQUASH AND FENNEL

FROM START SIMPLE

(the above book is absolutely my go to for nearly all meals, treat yourself:

Copyright © 2020 by Lukas Volger. Published by Harper Wave, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. 

 The dressing - a mix of maple syrup, lemon juice, and olive oil, plus an optional jolt of ginger- could make anything taste good, and the salad, with its autumnal profile, works just as well in holiday menus as it does in packed weekday lunches… Add some crumbled feta if you’d like a tangy creamy element.

 2 cups winter squash cut into bite size pieces

1 to 1 ½ tablespoons maple syrup or honey

3 tablespoons olive oil, divided

2 teaspoons finely grated ginger (optional)

Salt & pepper

1 small fennel, cored (also optional!)

2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice

1 large bunch of kale (stemmed and torn into bite size pieces

¼ cup crumbled feta cheese (optional)

Parsley, (chopped)

Preheat the oven to 425.  Spread the squash on a baking sheet, then toss with 1 ½ tablespoons of the olive oil and sprinkle with a big pinch of salt and pepper.  Roast until tender, 15-20 minutes, stirring once or twice.  Cool.

Whisk together the remaining1 ½ tablespoons of olive oil, the lemon juice, maple syrup or honey, and ginger, if using, in a serving bowl.  Cut the fennel (if using) into thinnest-possible shavings, preferable using a mandoline or, if not, a very sharp knife.  Add the fennel and squash to the bowl with the dressing and stir to coat.  Let stand for about 5 minutes, which will soften up the fennel, then add the kale and toss with your hands.  Top with cheese if using and chopped parsley!

Grounding roasted roots with herbed jalapeño yogurt sauce is a beautiful and simple side dish that features a delicious sauce.

PREP TIME:15 MINS/ COOK TIME:1 HR/ TOTAL TIME:1 HR 15 MINS/ SERVINGS 4 -6

ROOTS:

1 lb carrots (5 medium), peeled and chopped into 2-inch pieces

½ lb beets (3 medium/4 small) peeled and chopped into 1-inch wedges

1 tablespoon olive oil

1 ½ teaspoons za’atar spice

sea salt and ground black pepper, to taste

 YOGURT SAUCE:

1 cup mixed herbs, packed (I used parsley, dill & basil), plus extra for garnish

1 small jalapeño pepper, seeded and chopped (I left some of the seeds because I like the heat)

1 garlic clove, peeled

2 tablespoons shelled and salted pistachios, plus extra for garnish

2 tablespoons olive oil

1 tablespoon lemon juice

sea salt and ground black pepper, to taste

1 cup thick non-dairy yogurt (see notes for recommendations)

Notes

I would make this a meal by serving it in a grain bowl-style setup with some cooked farro, white beans, and a big handful of chopped/baby greens per person.

I used carrots and beets, but any mixture of root vegetables you like is good. You’ll need 1 ½ pounds.

If you don’t have za’atar spice blend, that’s fine! Just use salt and pepper. The sauce is super flavourful.

Preheat the oven to 375°F. Line a 9x13x2 baking dish with parchment paper.

Place the chopped carrots and beets in the baking dish and toss them with the olive oil, za’atar, salt and pepper. Once the vegetables are evenly coated, spread them out into a single layer and slide the dish into the oven. Roast the vegetables for 1 hour, taking them out at the halfway point to stir them up and flip them over.

Make the herbed jalapeño yogurt sauce: In a food processor, combine the herbs, jalapeño, garlic, pistachios, olive oil, lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Pulse the machine a few times until everything is finely chopped, scraping down the sides of the bowl with a spatula  if necessary. Add the non-dairy yogurt to the food processor and pulse until the sauce is fully combined and uniformly light green. Check the sauce for seasoning and adjust if necessary.

To serve: Spread the herbed jalapeño yogurt sauce out on the base of your serving plate. Pile the roasted root vegetables on top of the yogurt sauce.

Garnish the grounding roasted roots and herbed jalapeño yogurt sauce with extra chopped herbs and pistachios. Serve warm or at room temperature.

 Corn!

Heads up yall, this corn was picked on Saturday pre-frost as a just in case frost precaution.  It’s great for soups or freezing for winter!  

To freeze: blanch in boiling water, let cool, remove kernels, put in zip lock bag, and freeze!

[ereardon]

Golden Hour Ch. 4 sneak peek

[Series masterlist here]

You held out a hand. “Nice to meet you.” 

Charlotte stepped forward, sticking one thin, pale hand in yours. It was limp. “You too.” 

“So you grew up here?” you asked, taking a sip of coffee. 

She looked at Phoenix. “Yeah. Something like that. Listen, I should probably head out. I’m meeting Mrs. Flannery at nine.” Charlotte looked you up and down. “Nice to meet you, Olive. Nat, I’ll see you around.” 

She was gone in a moment, just a cloud of Byredo perfume left in her wake. You turned to Phoenix. “Who was that?” 

“That was Charlotte,” she said. “Local pageant queen. Complete nightmare. And Bob Floyd’s ex-fiancé.”

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[penig]

Scot’s The Talisman, Ch. XI

Heavens, the Christian camp is set up on a tel! A quick search of “St. George’s Mount Crusades” turns up nothing to the purpose, but primarily references to and images of Gustave Dore’s “Apparition of St. George Upon the Mount of Olives.” So Scot may have made that up, or made up the name for it. I bet it would have tickled him to learn what a tel really is. On the one hand, the Crusaders are probably disturbing the top archaeological layers with their shenanigans; on the other hand, they’re adding new archaeological layers that would be interesting in themselves.

So far this book is not making me like Richard any better. My estimation of Phillip of France just went up a notch, though. If he’s going to be an antagonist, at least he’ll be a respectable one.

Ooh, burn: “But in the Crusade, itself an undertaking wholly irrational, sound reason was the quality of all others least estimated, and the chivalric valour which both the age and the enterprise demanded was considered as debased if mingled with the least touch of discretion.”

It is probably an artifact of my age and reading history that I read this and think that Leopold of Austria’s jester and man of proverbs (an obvious ship, btw, and I intend to ship it) would be more interesting protagonists than any of the knights or kings; and that I am wondering what Queen Berengeria and Edith are doing. Even middle-school me was so saturated in the pop culture that arose partly from Scot’s runaway success as a historical novelist that tropes and characters that were fresh when he wrote them were already familiar to me to the point of tiredness before I hit double digits in age, and it is natural for me to poke among the secondary cast for people who could serve as vehicles for spin-offs on the original premise.  A great many historical YA protagonists have been created on this principle.

I cannot remember a time when I was not more interested in marginal characters than in the standard heroic protagonist, and my gender makes me prone to prefer female protagonists to male when I can get them, and these things rather interfere with my good-faith effort to take this work on its own terms. Which authors can transcend this sort of disadvantage inevitably varies from reader to reader; there is also a a factor of how good a classic’s imitators are, and the degree to which they completely miss the original point, whether a first read is a revelation of brilliance or not.  The effort is a worthwhile one, though, and one I haven’t made for quite some time. If you go out of your way systematically to read classics you often realize with a start of joy just why they are classics; and if you don’t, you still imbibe a great deal about the history of literature, the origin and development of imagery and genre conventions about which you had previously not thought twice, and how writing and storytelling work.

#literature #The Talisman #fun with medievalism

[totallynotsatirespoilers]

Welp, Secret’s Out I Guess

The real cast of BB24 has been released, which means the pre-season-fake-spoiler-fun must come to an end (for now at least).

In honour of the actual cast reveal, I’m gonna share some behind the scenes content, revealing my thought process while creating these fake spoilers.

The Cast

(Ngl, I got quite attached to this cast.)

People who almost made the cut:

TOP: Alice (alt 1), Alice (alt 2)

BOTTOM: Gemma, James (another J, LOL), Marco

I was also considering making Garrett, the guy who was replaced by Christian last year, a thing, but I didn’t wanna do the digging LOL. Maybe next year, Garrett.

The alternates were removed due to a lack thereof picture quality, or to make room for others on the cast. Both girls on the top row were supposed to be Alice, but I ended up swapping the images out.

Oliver

Though it should come as no surprise, his real name isn’t actually Oliver - though he sure looks like one. His real name is Marvin, and, according to IMDB, he played a character named “Skye” in the Dear Evan Hansen movie. He was the ginger guy who said Jared’s “sch00l sh00t3r chic” line from stage version. When I saw him in the movie, my first thought was “Oh, he’s cute!”, so I put him on the cast.

(Marvin, if you see this, I’m so sorry😂.)

Christie

This was an obvious choice. She tested positive for COVID after being sequestered for BB23, and the rumours of her being on season 24 ran (slightly) rampant this year. Thus, I decided to go along with it and throw her in.

Jenna

I had a similar reasoning for Jenna as I did for Christie. Jenna was allegedly supposed to be on BB21 but something happened that caused her to get cut (I think it had something to do with Kat, but, to my knowledge, she didn’t have any ill intentions). Not to mention, Jenna is rumoured to be on every other year, so I thought I’d go along with the meme.

Phoebe

This poor girl’s stock image is used on fake cast lists every gosh darn year, so my decision to add her to the list was a pretty easy one. I read somewhere on Twitter that her real name is Christy, but I didn’t want there to be two Christy/ies on the cast, so I changed this ones name to Phoebe.

Alice

She looks a lot like an OC I have with the same name, but the stock image girl’s eyes are brown, not blue. I used photoshop to give the girl blue eyes so she’d look like my OC, and went with it.

Lyra

I was searching for one final woman of colour to add to the cast, and, lo and behold, I stumbled across Lyra. She gave me a vibe that screamed “Winner of BB24″, so I photoshopped the background of the image to match everyone elses, and gave her a very unique name. Queen will go places one day. Mark my words.

The Theme/House

I claimed in an earlier post that the season theme was “Big Brother Festival”, and the house was designed to look like a retro desert. Then the whole motel(?) thing was teased, so that went down the drain quick😂. I did get the retro and festival parts right though, so that’s something!

But yeah, I kinda just went with what SpoilerGirl said on this one because when is she ever (consistently) right?

The Musical

This one is pretty straightforward: I’ve always wanted to see a BB musical happen, thus, I used this account to put it into the universe.

The Vets

The vets were a last minute addition to the cast, which is why there are sixteen newbies and why I made these vets coaches and nothing more.

Kemi

Considering everything Kemi went through on BB21, it was obligatory to give her a second shot at something BB related.

Brett

As I’ve previously stated, I do not claim Brett. I used to stan him, but his friendship with J*ck and M*ch** became too much for me. However, there is no denying the impact he had on BB20 as a whole, and, who knows? Maybe he’d turn a new leaf in that house (those chances are slim, but I can dream😂).

Matt

I needed someone from an earlier season, and bringing Brigade members back seems to be a trend, so Matt seemed like the perfect candidate.

Hannah

I don’t think anyone wants Derek F back, and the other four Cookout members are already on The Challenge USA, so Hannah, with her huge fanbase, became the BB23/Cookout representative for the season.

The Other Stuff

The Triplet Twist I Hinted At

That was just me being unhinged. Now that I think about it, I have no idea how that would’ve worked with the coach-betting-system-thing.

The Key Wheel

That wasn’t a fake spoiler: that was a request. Make it happen, Grodner!

And with that, thank you all for putting up with my fake spoilers (and to the four people who followed me!!). I shall return for CBBUS4 or BBCAN11, depending on what happens first (these should be a bit more fun, since I probably won’t be searching for rookies in the form of stock images), though I may briefly pop in to “reveal” who won that one crucial HOH.

Deuces!

- A

#bb24 #big brother cbs #if you are in one of the stock images I used I’m so sorry #I still stan Lyra because queen tings #and also Oliver - I mean Marvin - wait-