something about you, it's like an addiction

Felicity: I'm sorry. You were STABBED???

we forgot to post our thoughts yesterday whoooops

alyssa and i didn’t talk too much about what halloween would be like for merlicity BUT we did come up with costumes for them

felicity: comics-esque black canary costume. sexy fishnets and everything. she would look hella A+++

malcolm: really, really bad green arrow costume. neon green hoodie with a fake bow and suction cup arrows. probably a paper mask with an elastic string. does this specifically to piss oliver off.

additionally:

THE CALM

[ to Malcolm - 8:36 PM ] okay so im at oliver’s party and thea’s reinforcing his feelings and i know it’s his birthday but i need a BREAK and dinah blew us off so theres no female solidarity and im freaking out[ to ♥ - 8:37 PM ] Breathe.[ to Malcolm - 8:37 PM ] breathe??[ to Malcolm - 8:37 PM ] what is thea even thinking?[ to Malcolm - 8:38 PM ] she knows we’re together[ to ♥ - 8:38 PM ] I don’t know what to tell you.[ to ♥ - 8:38 PM ] I can talk to her if you want.[ to Malcolm - 8:38 PM ] NO[ to Malcolm - 8:39 PM ] absolutely do not do that[ to ♥ - 8:40 PM ] Felicity.[ to Malcolm - 8:40 PM ] she’ll know and it’ll be awkward just… dont. please?[ to ♥ - 8:41 PM ] Alright.[ to ♥ - 8:41 PM ] I’ll see you later.[ to Malcolm - 8:41 PM ]  <3—[ to Malcolm - 10:17 PM ] thea’s in a safehouse with quentin right now[ to Malcolm - 10:17 PM ] something’s up[ to Malcolm - 10:18 PM ] we haven’t heard anything from rene and when curtis went to dinah’s place and it was a mess and he’s missing now too and oliver was freaking out and now im starting to freak out [ to ♥ - 10:18 PM ] Where are you?[ to ♥ - 10:18 PM ] I’m coming to get you.[ to Malcolm - 10:19 PM ] i’m with john, oliver sent us away[ to Malcolm - 10:19 PM ] we’re going out of state, we’ll be okay[ to ♥ - 10:19 PM ] Felicity, please.Message failed to deliver. Tap to retry.[ to ♥ - 10:23 PM ] Felicity?Message failed to deliver. Tap to retry.

THE STORM

When Felicity sees the archers approach, relieved isn’t the word she’s looking for, but it’s close. And while yes, Oliver’s doing something incredibly stupid, between him and Malcolm, she may actually live to try that new cupcake place near her apartment. Once she gets out of her cage, it takes all her willpower not to run up and kiss Malcolm, but now’s not the time.

After Oliver splits them up into the two groups, she’s ready to fight his decision, but one glance from Malcolm tells her not to. He’s put into her group, calming her nerves enough to not yell at her ex.

Everything’s fine (relatively speaking) until things take a turn for the worst. Thea steps on a live landmine, making Malcolm’s paternal instincts kick in.

“From the moment you were born, all I’ve ever wanted was to protect you.”“You don’t have to, I didn’t ask for you to!”“A child doesn’t have to ask.”

The hacker is frozen in place. She so selfishly wants to interrupt, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

“Don’t do this, okay?”“You may not think of me as your father, Thea, but you’ll always be my daughter.”

It isn’t until Harkness makes his presence known that Felicity moves. Curtis and Samantha turn to run, but Felicity can’t help but linger. She runs up to Malcolm, pressing a kiss to his lips before a distressed “I love you” escapes them both. He has to yell at her to go before she starts to sprint.

She can’t bring herself to look back.

Then comes the explosion.

She can feel her heart shatter, dropping in her chest and it feels like her stomach is a bottomless pit. Her legs feel like jello as she just runs. She doesn’t have the luxury of screaming, not right now.

They have to make it home, or else it would all have been for nothing.

THE WRECK

Survivor’s guilt only gets worse when it’s someone you love who takes the fall. Felicity’s nightmares have become more intense, to the point where she’s keeping herself up so she doesn’t have to relive his death. She hasn’t slept in seventy hours.

At the sound of knocking on the door at three in the morning, she’d normally be furious, but she’s too numb to care. She whips the door open, and the scowl on her face softens when she sees her dead boyfriend at the door.

“No. No. Hallucinations start at four days without sleep, this isn’t right. God, I can’t even not sleep right.”

“Felicity–”

“Let me guess. ‘Felicity, it’s me. You’re okay, I’m okay, everything’s okay. Let’s just forget about this whole thing and calm down.’”

“Felicity. I’m here.” He reaches out to grab her hand and he brings it to rest over his still-beating heart. “I’m here.”

“Oh my god.” While it may seem too good to be true, Felicity doesn’t care. She slowly comes closer and leans her head on his chest. “I missed you.”

“I know,” follows a kiss to the top of the blonde’s head. “We’ll talk more about it in the morning. Right now, I think both of us could use some rest.”