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#and yeah Lizzy helped Darcy and saved him too but it is her story and that is the way she is saved
itspileofgoodthings · 3 years
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do you ever think about how pride and prejudice is about Lizzy learning to be loved
#pride and prejudice#yeah yeah the wish fulfillment of her being a spunky outspoken young woman who catches the attention of a much more powerful suitor#but that like. Aside.#the sparkle of that. the fun of that ASIDE#Lizzy is just sort of knocked down by Darcy’s love for her#and the true actual warmth that that love creates#even by the way Bingley and Georgiana love her. for her own sake and also because of and through Darcy#she’s so young at the start of the story. it’s hard to believe she was in too much danger of becoming a cynic#and yet wasn’t she though?? wasn’t she????#and it’s love that beats down her pride and her cynicism and her reliance on her judgment#and no none of those things were that deeply rooted in her yet because she’s light and because she’s young#and yet they were there! and the whole story of pride and prejudice is love just wrapping itself around her and protecting her from ...#well from everything#but also from herself!#and so it’s a deeper wish fulfillment than just a human girl who has strong opinions and wants to be considered charming for them#(a valid one)#it’s just the good real desire for love! and being loved and being seen#and being saved through that love#and yeah Lizzy helped Darcy and saved him too but it is her story and that is the way she is saved#and I’m gonna cry on this Friday night#because I’m so distraught#this story has always been so utterly warm for me. just the warmest place I can imagine#and it’s because of this
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misterewrites · 3 years
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Threads of Fate 2: Electric Boogaloo (Jason Todd X reader)
Hello everyone, E here with another story! this time it’s part 2 for the story i wrote for my good friend @hains-mae last year for her birthday! so naturally it’s her birthday again cuz that’s how they work! Red Hoodie X reader. I hope you all have an amazing week. I will be trying to write my original story and post it sometime this/next week but we’ll see what happens. Stay safe, take care of yourself, for the love of all that is holy stay inside! wear masks! PLEASE! GET THE FLIPPING VACCINE IF YOU CAN!
E out, byeeeeeee! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAE!
Here’s both parts conveniently in one place for you (cuz tumblr hates me and my tags)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/29955270/chapters/73737858
“Romeo and Juliet? You’re so cliché that troupes are rolling their eyes at you.”
I shoot him a dirty glare “Says the guy that has Pride and Prejudice in his jacket pocket. Yeah yeah” I cut him off before he begins to throw out excuses “I know you say it’s thick enough to stop bullets but you’re not fooling me. You love some classic romance.”
“You’re no Lizzy Bennet” he grumbles behind his mask.
“And you no Mr. Darcy yet I tolerate you all the same.”
“It’s for my charming personality.”
“Certainly not for your face.” I playfully throw back “Smooth, featureless and red isn’t exactly my type.”
“I’m surprise you have a type given your lack of taste in books.”
I roll my eyes “Oh great now the former crime lord is giving me crap about my tastes in book.”
He rose his hands in surrender “Hey, that was my edgy phase.”
“Was? You’re still dressing like a goon from indie action film.”
“You kidding? Goons wish they looked this good.”
“I don’t think any respectable goon would shop at the thrift store.”
“Low blow. Low blow.”
I give the costumed vigilante a sideways smile as we settle into a comfortable silence.
It’s been about two years since Red Hood decided to intrude my quiet life (well as quiet as life could be in Gotham) and we have developed this strange friendship.
Every moment he wasn’t on patrol or at a briefing (coughfamilymeetingcough) he spent here. At first, I thought it was just him checking up on me like some overburdening mother worried their child couldn’t handle a minute in the backyard but I soon realized this became some sort of haven for him, a place for him to just exist. Not quite relax and let his guard down but just to be. No appearances of brutality to keep up, no disappointed glances from his estranged father figure. Just him picking on me because he’s a jerk.
But then again so am I.
I nervously glance at the red string tied snugly around my finger. It pulled off to the side though not too much further from me as its other end was wrapped around Red’s finger.
Strings of fate mom used to call it. My power to see the threads of destiny tying two people deeply together. At first I thought it was love or something junk like that but now I’m thinking maybe it just leads you to someone you need and someone that needs you back.
Or maybe it is love, what do I know? All I know about my power is it makes walking the streets harder than it needs to be. Ever see those old pictures of cities with powerlines just in every freaking direction? The strings are at least ten times worse than that! Luckily they’re not real? Well more an abstract concept that I see and not physical and you know what don’t worry about it.
“So” Red spoke up after a moment “Hungry?”
“After you insulting my taste in books?” I gave a fake pout “Starving. Oh shoot, I forgot to go to the store.”
Red chuckled “You didn’t forget, Penguin decided to try to extort it for protection money.”
“Oh” I blush in embarrassment “Right.”
“And you fell back asleep.”
I waved him off “Sometimes you just wake up, see the news and decide it’s not worth it.”
“I never get to sleep in.” Red rose to his feet “but honestly I’ve always had trouble sleeping.”
The nightmares. He mentioned it once in an off hand comment when he asked me why I toss and turn at loud noises. Gotham just does that too you. Eventually you learn to get ready to bolt at any loud noises over 190 decibels. Fun fact, that’s the noise level of a shotgun fired by your ear or a rocket taking off.
Or Joker laughing on the roof of your apartment building. Let me tell you, nothing’s louder than that madman. Thunder sounds like cats and dogs once you hear the Joker’s manic chuckle just a few feet away from you. One time years ago and I can still feel the chills run down my back whenever I think of it.
“So are you going to order pizza or what?” I asked quizzically “Since you’re aware I don’t have any in the fridge.”
I could practically hear the sarcasm dripping in every word out of his mouth as he held a bag of groceries aloft “I was trained by Batman. I’m always prepared.”  
Batman. Whatever his relationship with the dark knight currently is, he always spoke of him with a soft, gentle voice. A quiet pride that out of everyone in the world, the Bat chose him. But with that pride was a hint of shame. Everyone knew Red Hood hadn’t exactly made it easy on the old bat and while Hoodie was changing his ways, there was still some friction between them.
I didn’t say anything though. No point. He knew where he stood with his father figure and bringing it up would just make him sully. Besides I was way too curious to know how good of a cook he was.
I marveled in an awe silence as he expertly placed the various ingredients across my messy counter. He chuckled to himself as he cleared it to make space for dinner. I could feel my cheeks burn.
Watching him was oddly mesmerizing: His movements were precise yet graceful for someone with his build. He glided across the floor effortlessly, smoothly dicing whatever he brought one moment then by the time I blinked, he was warming up the frying pan by the stove.  
Soon an incredible smell filled the air while the sizzling of meat practically had me drooling.
“Your chin.” Red motioned to my lip with a spatula. I brought up my hand and flinched at how moist it was. Okay so it was drool. Sue me! You’d be drooling too if you had to deal with waiting for whatever heavenly meal he was cooking, okay?
Desperate to change the subject, I piped up “Should be I concern how well you handle that knife?”
He gave a casual wave with said instrument  “I hold the power of destruction and creation in my hand.”
I raised an eyebrow at him.
Red coughed loudly “I’ve trained with various weapons knives included. You’d be surprised how much overlap happens between cooking and weapons handling.”
“Right. Sure. That’s a totally normal statement.”
“What about me” He gestured to himself “Is normal?”
“Fair point.” I conceded.
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“Am I forgiven?”
I grumbled a half answer as I tried not to let on how delicious this meal was. I don’t make the best money and let me tell you before this the fanciest thing I ever ate was some overpriced pasta from some restaurant chain.  This easily beat anything I have ever tasted except mom’s cooking but I hadn’t had that in years.
Red snorted, his voice smooth and melodic not filtered through some robotic alternation. I didn’t really had a dining room or a dinner table so we sat comfortably on my couch, tv playing some nonsense in the background as we both took in the sight of the city beyond my modest window. The lower part of his mask retracted backwards via some kind of high tech witchcraft and allowed him to eat his food without needing to show the rest of his handsome face.
I mean I think it was handsome. I assumed it was handsome given I accidentally figured out who was under the whole persona he set up for himself. I never told him that I knew though I suspect he knew that I figured it out. He was smart even if he acted like an idiot and it really was for the best. Plausible deniability. If I never asked, he never needed to answer.
“You know if you want me to cook again, you need to forgive me. Otherwise I’m not gonna waste my time anymore.” Red threatened with a tease.
I let out an exasperated groan “Fine, fine! It’s good. It’s the best food I’ve ever had! Is that what you want to hear?”
“Naturally. Though I could never compete with Alfred. He has no equal in the kitchen. Better than my brothers though. They can’t cook to save their lives. Tim practically lives on fast food.”
I stopped shoving food into my maw as an icy chill ran through my body. The comfy silence that filled my humble apartment turned tense.
One of those names I could pretend away: Tim? Alfred? Every day common names. But together? Tim AND Alfred. Everyone knew every member of the Wayne family because they were the only rich family in Gotham who didn’t want to screw everyone else over. And he brought up his brothers. That was the final nail in the coffin.
I put down my fork slowly. I could feel myself breath heavily but I refused to see him. I refused to meet his mask with nothing but my own shocked reflection to look back at me.
“I know you know who I am.” He said simply.
I could feel the syrupy urge to look at him ebbing at my resolve.
I swallowed uneasily “What now? What happens to me?”
‘Us’ I left unasked.
Silence.
“I don’t know”
I tried to calm my breathing but I could feel panic grip at me: Does this mean he’s not going to come anymore? Does this mean I have to go into witness protection? Is Batman going to scold me?!
“But I want to.”
I couldn’t help myself. I turned to him and for one of the few times in my life I was left speechless.
I was not staring at Red Hood. I found myself not looking at the smooth, featureless mask I had grown accustom to these last two years but Jason Todd.
Out of all of Bruce Wayne’s children, Jason was the one who seemed to just fall off the face of the Earth. There was a rumor he had died a few years back but those were debunked when he appeared without warning, just walking the streets of Gotham like he went on an extended vacation.
There wasn’t too many pictures of the enigmatic Mister Todd but that quick glance I had gotten forever ago did not do him justice: He was my age. His eyes were a piercing blue that I did not know could be that shade. I know it’s cliché but I felt like he was staring directly into my soul. His face was rugged, rough but still handsome. His hair was a messy jet black but there was few streaks of white that looked too natural to be dyed.
“I….didn’t see anything?” I offered helpfully, giving him a chance to put the mask on and pretend this none of this ever happened.
His nose wrinkled as he gave me a playful scoff. I could feel my heartbeat roaring in my ears.
“I’m not that ugly. Better looking than Dick.” he joked playfully.
“I dunno. Dick’s got the better ass.” I mumbled out, still too caught guard from the whole reveal.
“But I got the muscles.”
“Yes you do.” I eyed his body carefully then flushed a bright pink.
That knocked me out of my stupor.
“Are you sure you want me to know?” I whispered, unable to keep the fear out of my voice “I mean I didn’t mind pretending I didn’t know.”
“I do.”
His face soften and for a moment he didn’t look like Jason Todd, wayward son of Bruce Wayne or the Red Hood, moral gray compress of the batfam.
He just look like a regular guy who needed someone.
Evidently me it seemed.
I took a calming breath and offered my hand. He stared at me like I’m crazy but I kept it outstretched.
He took it gingerly and shook carefully, still unsure what was going on.
“Hello Jason Todd.” I beamed cheerfully “It’s nice to meet you!”
He said nothing, instead opting to smile softly.
“Nice to meet you too.”
I stared at the metaphysical string that tied us so neatly together.
I have never seen it that red before. And has it always been that thick?
I wonder what that means.
Eh, it’s probably nothing. I had other things to worry about.
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meetmeatthecoda · 6 years
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Waking: Part 3 - Wondering
Okay, y’all, here’s the last installment in the Red angst fest! It’s to do with Red’s actions in the later months of Lizzie’s coma, a few months before she wakes up. This one is important to me but I did struggle with it a little (maybe something to do with the fact that it’s 4am but whatever I mean who cares) so I’m just hoping it can hold it’s own as a fic but it also fit vaguely with the others? Idk, just hoping you guys can enjoy it. I got to let out my reading nerd and actually put my soon-to-be acquired music degree to good use. I fit a lot of dialogue in here (all Red, of course) so I’m hoping it flows well and still stays in character. So the usual stuff, I guess. Anyhoo, I really hope you guys like this 3 part angst parade cause I certainly enjoyed writing it. I’ve loved seeing all your comments and I’m sorry I made some of you cry. :) These two crazy kids are just so tragic, I can’t. :’) Anyway, I should wrap it up here so, per usual, this is also on my FF.net and AO3 accounts. The song for this was “All I Want” by Dawn Golden. Please let me know what you think about this final part of the series! I love your feedback! :) Now that this is completed, I get to start on that fic I posted about last week where Liz is suffering from apraxia and Red is caring for her. Super pumped for that :D So yeah, enjoy peeps! :) Much love! <3
Red wonders if Lizzie can hear him.
He read somewhere that people in comas may be aware of their surroundings. He hopes that’s true. He can’t handle thinking of Lizzie just sleeping for the past seven months, lying there in absolute darkness and silence. The thought just…wrecks him.
So, he tries to provide a stimulating auditory environment for her. He talks to her constantly. It starts as just mundane things like the weather and the color of the paint on the walls in her hospital room. But then he looks at Lizzie’s sleeping face and he can almost hear her scoffing and rolling her eyes.
“Really, Red? I’m stuck in a hospital bed recovering from brain surgery and you think I want to hear about the weather? You can do better than that, come on!”
(The minute he starts imagining Lizzie’s responses to what he says is the minute he starts being genuinely concerned for his sanity. Ah well. He supposes if he’s going to hear a voice in his head, it might as well be Lizzie.)
So, he starts talking to Lizzie, really talking, telling her anything that comes to mind. He tells her about the new coffee creamer he tried this morning, describing the taste and texture with an amount of detail she probably wouldn’t have been able to stand ordinarily but he’d rather be too descriptive than not enough.
He’s living for the both of them now.
When he’s describing the foods he’s eaten and the flavors he loves (“I was initially quite skeptical of calamari, Lizzie, I won’t pretend otherwise, but it was surprisingly pleasant, I must admit.”), the bizarre dishes he describes leads him to telling her about all the places he’s visited.
He knows Lizzie has always wanted to travel and since he’s painfully aware she can’t go anywhere at present, he settles for telling her everything he can think of, from the consistency of the snow in Vienna and the color of the ocean in Haiti.
“I can’t wait until you wake up, Lizzie, and then I can take you whenever you want to go. You’ll like someplace tropical, I know you will, but you should really give Iceland a shot, it is unbelievably beautiful…”
He tries not to get too personal with his ramblings, tries not to share anything that she would have been uncomfortable hearing if she were awake, (like the fact that he’d love to take her to Antarctica and lay with her in the snow and moonlight and see the northern lights reflected in her blue eyes), but it’s quite hard to resist telling her things he’s always wanted to tell her when he knows she won’t sigh exasperatedly and walk away.
(All he wants is to tell her how much he loves her while she’s awake to hear it. It never occurred to him that someday that would be impossible.)
Telling her about the places he’s been reminds Red of the people he’s met and the ridiculous situations he so often seems to find himself in, stories that normally she would be reluctantly amused by. He misses telling her these things over morning coffee or during a car ride, observing her closely, watching as she stifles a grin, pretending not to like his fantastical tales.
He wishes he could see that again.
“…and it was quite a stench, Lizzie, let me tell you, camels are not to be trifled with. And that Bedouin trader could have warned me but I truly don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for the way I insulted his wife. But it was completely unintentional, Lizzie, believe me…”
When Red runs out of stories of his own to tell, he turns to books. Lizzie never seemed to have enough time to read so he makes it his goal to expand her literary world.
(If she can’t venture out into the world, he’ll do his damnedest to bring the world to her.)
He starts with things he knows she’ll like, things Dembe found on her bookshelf when packing up her apartment. He slogs through her silly romances and crime novels, playfully berating her for her lack of variety.
“…and clearly it was the tax collector who murdered the grocer, Lizzie, it’s obvious. Some detective this hero is, really, he’s just pathetic. I mean, I know we’re only on page seventeen but I’m quite sure of myself. At any rate, we’ll see if I’m right in the end…”
They make good progress, usually several chapters in a day, and Red soon makes it through Lizzie’s scant collection. He moves on to things he thinks she’ll like based on her collection. He starts with Jane Austen.
“I have a feeling you’ll like this, Lizzie. Much better than those trashy paper backs you seem to consider ‘romance’. This is sophisticated love, you see. Much more entertaining. Mr. Darcy can be a bit tiresome but I think you’ll like the heroine…”
He tries to stick to her preferred genres but he also occasionally picks an outlier, something he knows she wouldn’t have picked off a shelf for herself.
His biggest gamble was the Lord of the Rings. He’s not sure Lizzie would like them but he so enjoys reading the rich descriptions of such a fantastical land out loud, savoring them, trying to create a vivid mental picture for Lizzie.
It takes him a month and a half to get through them all. He saves them for dreary days when he can hear the rain pitter-pattering on the roof and the light is dim all day and it feels like he and Lizzie are the only two people in the world.
He wonders if she can hear him.
After months of talking and reading, Red starts to think that perhaps Lizzie would like to hear something other than just his voice. So, he asks Dembe to fetch his record player and collection from his Bethesda apartment.
Dembe had raised his eyebrows in question at that. It was a general rule that Red’s Bethesda things stayed in Bethesda, no exceptions. But Red took one look at Lizzie’s soft, pale eyelids, closed and still, and urged Dembe on.
This is all she has.
Red starts to alternate days of reading with days of listening, though he still makes a point to narrate everything they listen to. He tries to vary the selections, changing the genres depending on the weather and his mood, trying to guess what Lizzie would pick.
He wishes he could ask her.
For the first week or so, he opts for jazz.
“This is Dizzy Gillespie on trumpet, Lizzie, he was really something. A legend in the world of jazz, so talented. Did you know that someone knocked over his trumpet and bent the bell? Instead of getting it fixed, he decided he liked the way it sounded and kept it, bent to hell. Can you imagine?”
He buys a special record of “Symphonie Fantastique” just for Lizzie. They spend a whole afternoon listening to all five movements, the sound so crystal clear it’s as if the orchestra is in the room with them.
“This was composed by Hector Berlioz, Lizzie. Interesting man. The poor thing was wildly in love with an actress, obsessed with her. Completely harmless, of course, but still she wanted nothing to do with him. That’s what the symphony is based on, you know. The protagonist is so desperately in love with the woman of his dreams but his feelings go unrequited so he takes opium to drown his sorrows. You’d probably say that’s a little melodramatic of him but…” he reaches up and gently brushes a lock of hair behind Lizzie’s ear. “…I’m not so sure. I think I rather understand him.”
On sunny days, Red plays 80s hits by Billy Joel and Pink Floyd from his iPod, sometimes singing quietly along, his rumbling bass filling the room pleasantly. He imagines that Lizzie has a beautiful singing voice.
He wishes he could hear her.
Red spends months with Lizzie like this, talking, reading, singing, never silent. He never wants her to feel as though she’s alone in the dark. He is here, with her, always. He hopes she knows that. He wishes he could ask if it helps, his constant noise, so desperate to keep her company.
(Or perhaps it is him that needs to feel less alone. He’s not sure anymore.)
And in the dark of night, sitting at her bedside clutching her hand, he tells her things, things he only feels safe telling her when it’s just the two of them, her asleep, him awake, always awake and waiting.
In the dark, he pleads with her.
“Lizzie…Lizzie, please come back. I miss you so much. You’ve been gone so long and…you must come back. We’ve gone through a lot of books and records over the past nine months…I’d love to hear your opinions on Tolkien and Berlioz. Wake up and tell me what long-winded saps they are. Tell me you miss me…Lizzie, tell me you love me. Because I love you, sweetheart. So much. I’m sure you know that by now. So, please wake up so I can tell you in person. I miss you. I miss you, Lizzie…please…come back to me…”
He wonders if Lizzie can hear him.
He wonders if he wants her to.
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Sunday Spectacular #22
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Happy Saturday!!! So this is me thanking awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and all the time they put into their fics. ♥️ I want to recommend spectacular fanfic stories I read this week! ♥️ They are posted in the order I read them. All posts will be tagged #spectacular fic rec
I Will Take Care of You, Always by @hope-for-olicity​ | Arrow | One-shot
Summary: Felicity calls in sick to work and Oliver becomes very worried. Set in S2 before the Russia trip!
stranded in their youth by @alexiablackbriar13​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Mia accidentally ends up stranded and injured in 2015 after her Time Courier breaks. Oliver and Felicity, who are secretly married and enjoying a long vacation in Ivy Town, find their future daughter panicking in their backyard.
A difficult journey begins for them as they try and return Mia to 2041 while avoiding temporal aberrations, all the while dealing with the various trials and tribulations of learning to bond as parents and daughter along the way.
Fallen Angel by @it-was-a-red-heeler​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Oliver and Felicity’s happiness in Starling City is disrupted when John Diggle asks for Oliver’s help on a case. What they uncover will threaten the couple’s relationship and both their lives.
The Ravager by @laxit21​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Slade Wilson's plan for revenge against Oliver took time, money and no shortage of lives to pull together. His plan didn't anticipate Felicity Smoak. How will his plan change now that his lost-lost daughter is working with the very man he's trying to destroy?
Felicity of Themiscyra by @laxit21​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Years ago, Donna Smoak left the island of Themiscyra and her sister Queen Hippolyta behind to live in man's world. She never told Felicity the truth about where she came from. As a result of the Undertaking, Felicity discovers some of her Amazonian abilities and makes an interesting new friend: Diana Prince.
Daughter of the Demon by @laxit21​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: What if in 1988 while traveling through Las Vegas Ra's al Ghul bumps into a nice waitress named Donna Smoak and they have one-night stand together? A little bundle of joy named Felicity Smoak is the result. In 2014, the Demon Head becomes aware of his youngest daughter's existence.
Flirting with the Devil by @oliversmuse​ | Arrow | Completed
Summary: Oliver and Felicity are on a mission in Los Angeles when they are left with no choice but to seek the help of Lucifer Morningstar. Lucifer is good looking, charming and quite the flirt and when he meets Oliver and Felicity that flirting is put into overdrive. He is particularly drawn to Felicity. This brings Oliver's jealousy to the forefront and Felicity's babbling to a peak. Oliver is not happy that he has to ask for Lucifer's help but he might be the only one that can help save their mission.
(i’ll show you) who this heart beats for by @dust2dust34​ | Arrow | One-shot
Summary: Sequel to (i will be the fire) that keeps you warm, and the second story in my spontaneous “The Artie Chronicles” series. It’s Valentine’s Day and Oliver and Artie have a very important question for Felicity.
Sympathy for the Devil by @thatmasquedgirl​ | Arrow | Oneshot
Summary: Felicity is supposed to be forgetting a hard week, not flirting with the club owner that she sometimes works for. He has other ideas. Another Olicity AU, this time involving drinking, a couple of pianos, and a very flirty Oliver Queen.
It’s in the Air by @emmilynestill​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: December 23, 2016. It’s Mayor Queen’s first holiday party and love is in the air. No, wait, that’s tension in the air. Bitterness. Regret. Painful longing for one’s former love. Awkward interactions with current significant others. A little humiliation mixed in. Yup, this was one great party. Then the gas came. Maybe love was in the air afterall.
**Just my usual lock Oliver and Felicity in a room with a mind-altering substance with a dash of holiday magic thrown in. And, by magic, I mean Sex Pollen. And maybe a little Truth Serum to stir things up.**
Pieces of Always by @so-caffeinated​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. You do not need to have read FiCoN to enjoy this, but it will spoil the end.
Like Real People Do by more0rLessJess | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Felicity Smoak has had a rough couple of years and all she wants to do is move on with her life and start her own tech company. After an incident at Queen Consolidated, she quit and accepted a job working as a technical analyst and computer expert at the Starling City Police Department, where she’s stuck for at least another year thanks to the non-compete clause she signed in her Queen Consolidated contract. But as much as she’d rather be in the tech world, she does love being able to help others. Plus she gets to do that with the help of a certain Detective, who she may or may not be attracted too. Oliver Queen just finished five years in the Army Special Forces and is only working as an SCPD Detective because his best friend and fellow soldier, John Diggle, said it would be good for him to help pull his life together after years of hardships in the military. Oliver expected to hate the job, but what he never expected was meeting the IT girl with a heart of gold and her own demons to deal with. Captain Quentin Lance just wants a functioning police department.
let it be me by  imfallingforyoureyes102 | Arrow | One-shot
Summary: (Or, Tommy's at the hospital with an injured Laurel, ten times pissed at Oliver, when he sees the man himself racing past Laurel's room and to the ER. Tommy's quick to stop him - quick to scream furiously at the man he once called his best friend - but then there's a doctor and Ms. Smoak may not make it through the night and the man that Tommy once knew as indestructible and sturdy and strong is shattering into a million pieces).
The Line || by @someonesaidcake​ | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Felicity Smoak is no one special.  Her life is simple, her job pays the bills, and she prefers it that way.  But, when her roommate goes missing and no one is prepared to look for her, Felicity embarks down a path she might not easily come back from… if at all.
It’s a path that puts Felicity directly in the crosshairs of the Cártel de la Sangre, and ultimately into the arms, and bed, of the very man who might have the answers, Oliver Queen.  He’s bad news with pale eyes and a devil’s smile that hides a world of secrets, while she reminds him of innocence and of everything he lost to become who he is.
Set into the dark backdrop of drugs, sex, and murder, both of these strangers are willing to cross lines in search of the truth. But at what cost? 
i like my body when it is with your body by cmbing | Brooklyn NIne-Nine | One-shot
Summary: “Have you seen that really hot detective up on the fourth floor?”
“Have I? I’ll admit it—I have snuck up to use their copier just to see him.”
(or, amy finds out that jake is the hot guy of the precinct)
William Darcy Diaries by elizabeth_darcy | Lizzie Bennet Diaries | Completed
Summary: AU where it's Darcy who has the video blog, not Lizzie. Instead of writing her a letter, he sends her a link to his vlog to explain everything. How does their relationship change when Lizzie can see Darcy's perspective play out on screen?
From Russia with Love by  griever11 | Arrow | WIP
Summary: Rookie FBI Agent and resident IT extraordinaire Felicity Smoak has just landed the assignment of a lifetime. Together with Supervisory Senior Agent Diggle, she returns to Starling City undercover in an attempt to flush out the elusive Odessa gang that has been a thorn in the Bureau's side for many years.
Leader of the Russian mob Oliver Queen stumbles upon a piece of information that unfortunately requires a certain set of hacking skills that no one he knows seems to possess. Lucky for him, he comes across an unusual criminal hacker who has mysteriously turned up in Starling and funnily enough, seems just right for the job. How's that for perfect timing?
Almost Lover by lust_muffin | Arrow | WIP
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most of the meta i read is fairly dean- or destiel-centric, but i was wondering if you have any meta thoughts on castiel's character arc? i haven't found too much material out there that isn't entirely about destiel. obviously dean plays a HUGE role in cas' arc, with cas rebelling against the angels because he's "in love with humanity" (dean), but i feel like there's more to him than falling in love with dean and leaving the angels. do you have any thoughts?
What is Castiels character ark cause we already know Deans and Sam’s but I don’t know Castiels
Hi both :)
I’m so annoyed I just wrote a super long post about this and then somehow managed to delete it. OK here goes… here is my personal POV.
So in this post I talked about how Destiel is just a part of Cas and Dean’s own endgames, how they are not each other’s endgames in themselves but that they help and enable each other to get to their own endgame, this is how any good romance story works.
Think Pride and Prejudice as a great example. Darcy’s endgame is to lose his pride and Lizzie’s is to lose her prejudice. They teach and help each other get to their endgames and end up happy because they have done this and then their reward is to end up together and happy. That is how it works.
Dean’s endgame is to let go of the ghosts from his past, accept himself fully, all sides of himself and to like himself, to value himself and have self worth.
Cas’ endgame is to find himself, to learn who he is, what he wants and to embrace it. 
For me Cas’ wants and desires are mainly:
- being Human and enjoying the life that he can have as a Human, living alongside people and as a part of humanity
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- helping people, probably helping the Angels with Heaven, although he has kind of already done that by ridding them of the corrupt Archangels / high tier of Angels and leading to Hannah setting up their new democracy, ‘fixing’ the things he thinks he did wrong in the past, eg. Lucifer and continuing to help people on Earth, not because it is a duty but because he wants to (eg. when he was Godstiel it showed his personal wants and priorities here)
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- being with Dean and feeling a sense of belonging in the Winchester family
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“Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business” 
is EXACTLY what Cas wants for his endgame.
*wow, I’m shocked*
The rest is under the cut as it got a little long :)
In terms of being human, for me it is clear that this is what he wants, just search my tag #human!cas for that, but basically everything he has done since season 9 shows that this is what he wants but his sense of duty and not knowing how he would fit in stops him. He ‘dies’ when he takes back his grace, he doesn’t say anything when Dean asks him if he’s happy with it, his deflection is extremely revealing, he talks about being human wistfully. 
The deleted scene with Crowley from season 9 which is SO blatant that he wants to be human and a part of this is because of DEAN. Where Crowley says “who wants to be a stupid stinking emotional pile of meat…” then Dean walks in and they both share a look between them… I mean COME ON!!
What he needs is to throw off the shackles of duty (re: the Angels and being the Winchesters’ guardian) and feel a sense of belonging in the Winchester family.
This is why season 12 is so key to exposing that this, for me, is definitely on the cards now moving forwards as we have seen both of these be addressed.
We have seen the Angels disowning Cas in season 11 and then in season 12 Cas telling the Winchesters that they are his family and he is CHANGED. 
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This whole speech I just... it’s TEXTUALISING that he has changed, that he has fallen, that he is going to change further in terms of accepting this change now and that he will hopefully get this and MORE.
We have seen that he didn’t quite feel he belonged in 12x02 but by 12x12 he is starting to get there and in 12x23 Dean tells him that he is NOT their babysitter, which is a reference to his sense of duty. 
It’s just a matter of time and a ‘new beginning’ for me that these will both become much stronger and textual and at the same time I also believe this about Dean and Cas’ relationship being stronger and more romantic.
Therefore, yes, Destiel is often mentioned when I talk about Cas’ arc and Dean’s arc because it is a part of it, but it definitely is not the crux of it, it’s just a component of their endgame, but they definitely do have an impact on getting them each to their individual endgames as their stories and arcs are so interlinked.
Dean has helped Cas realise his own sense of free will which is a huge part of his self realisation story, he also has shown Cas many times that Cas is different to the other Angels and is special, that he is worth fighting for (and so has Sam). They have forgiven him for his past errors in judgement, allowed him to try and fix things, accepted him into their lives and their family, given him a purpose as their guardian but now moving forwards this will evolve into an EQUAL position within their family, where he is not needed as a tool but wanted as a brother and lover.
We have had an “I need you”, which is all well and good, and anyone else knows that this is romantic and means want and love, not need in the technical or tool sense (we have had it between other canon romantic couples on the show, so it IS obvious) except to CAS, because CAS sees this as him being a tool, because of his own past and arc. It is vitally important as this will help him with all 3 of his endgame components.
Cas has helped Dean realise his own sense of self worth, that he deserves to be saved and also his bisexuality because, well, he is in a male vessel and Dean is in love with him, so it kind of has to be addressed, but also back to the first part about his self worth being based on self acceptance, acceptance of his whole self, including the parts that he used to think needed to be sublimated.
So yeah, for me Cas’ arc has always been about rebelling against Heaven, not because he doesn’t want to be an Angel as such but because of the fact that they brainwashed him, used him as a tool and he never really felt like he belonged.
His arc of free will, belonging and humanity is what I believe is his endgame and it seems to me to all be pointing in that direction.
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