he had a well used brain and a soul bigger than our lives

Hunter, Part 2

HERE IT IS!  The often requested and long-awaited sequel to my fic Hunter.  If you haven’t read the first part, make sure you read it before you read this!  I was quite nervous about writing a sequel to Hunter, as that fic is nice and steamy, so I hope this does it justice.  There’s some nervousness, smut, fluff, and cute Sam-Dean banter toward the end.  I hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Your semi-regular phone call with a sex hotline brings you to meet a very attractive stranger.

warnings: smutty smut, some fluff, and some cuteness

word count: ~4800 (you asked for it!)

From the previous part:

You were standing face-to-face with the Adonis from earlier, the one who had started the whole fantasy you and Hunter had.  Like you had been hoping, he was only wearing jeans, bare torso directly in front of your face.  Unable to control yourself, your eyes roamed his muscles, admiring the sheen of sweat that covered his pecs and collarbone.

“Um,” he spoke, the familiar rumbling baritone sound sending jolts between your legs.  Your eyes snapped back up to his, a beautiful mixture of green and hazel swirling in front of you.  “Can I help you?”

You swallowed deeply, and he looked at you with curiosity.


A widening of eyes and sharp intake of breath confirmed your wildest dreams.

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Of Bucky

Requested Soulmate Universe!AU where everything your soulmate says is tattooed onto your skin until you meet them. AND I’M SORRY THIS TOOK A CENTURY AND A HALF TO POST. I’M A TERRIBLE PERSON.

Here is the prompt (x) and I totally wrote this entire thing listening to Bat for Lashes cover of Use Somebody

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Your Savior - 42

Here it is! It’s been so fun working closer and closer to Alexandria! I want to throw a quick shout-out to @backseat-negan, who was amazing enough to ensure part of this was accurate for me! Thank you so much girly!!!


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

Your Savior Masterlist

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Chapter 42

The morning after the ceremony to honor those lost at the outpost you bolted awake in Negan’s bed to find yourself alone. His side of the bed was cold, so you knew he had been gone for several hours. It was light out and when you looked at the nearest clock you swore loudly and shot out the opulent bed, pulling on clothes as quickly as you could. 

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Smutfest Bonus [FINAL FLASH EDITION] Day #9: Fantasy | Oracular Spectacular


There was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

The words had left his lips, stained with his impending hope. Somewhere deep inside of himself, he had hoped that an explosion of power would suffocate the room, and Onra would reveal herself bearing the gift of Bulma. But as he spoke them repeatedly, dribble falling to his chin at his harsh pronunciation, he felt the last thread of his sanity break, completely consumed with the idea that even though he had won the battle, he had indeed lost the war.

Vegeta pounded his fists against the blood stained carpet, splattering the substance on his cheeks due to the impact. He sunk his forehead to the carpet, letting out a gut wrenching yell that burned his lungs.

“What the hell was the point!?” he spat out, his lips ghosting over the carpet, “What was the point of saving this goddamned galaxy if I have nothing to show for it! No planet, no people, no you.” Something burned his eyes, a foreign substance that he was sure would have made him a mockery in the royal Saiyan court if any warrior was around to see it.

Tears for another. Tears for a loss.

Tears for a strong emotion that made his heart beat, although the words that expressed it would never escape his lips.

“Bulma,” he said softly, clenching his eyes tight, “you weren’t there while I was healing after all. I am a fool. I should have….I should have appreciated our time more.” He opened them slowly, gazing into the expression of Frieza’s soulless stare, and he finally powered down, feeling the energy drain out of him. He had failed to protect the only two women in the entire universe who should have mattered, so what did that make him? Was he even worthy of calling himself a Saiyan prince? Or did the fact that he was mourning so openly over their deaths strip him of his warrior nature?

Vegeta snarled, feeling the impact of too many emotions welling in him at once. He mentally cursed Onra for her not showing. And although deep down inside of him he knew that it wasn’t really her fault, someone had to take the blame for this ache in his chest. Someone had to remove the pain that he felt before it consumed him whole.

Say it.

His eyes widened as the words floated through his brain like an internal whisper, although louder and more forceful than anything his mind could have come up with.

Say it.

“Enough!” he screamed, raking his hands through his hair, “I won’t be made a fool of again!” He fell backwards and sat on his rear, clutching his scalp desperately and throwing his head into his lap. “I won’t make the mistake of thinking you’re here when you’re not!”

Set yourself free and say it.

He threw his head back and roared to the ceiling of the spaceship, feeling his throat burn as he allowed his true feelings to spiral out. Those damned words in the voice of her. Would her ghost attach to him like a scorned shadow, haunting him throughout the rest of his days? He wailed in agony, feeling like he would be unable to bare it.

Say how you feel, Vegeta.

“Fuck!” he screamed, feeling tears attach to his skin without remorse, though without his consent. “What do you want from me, woman!? Why do you torment me!? Rest in peace already and save the living for the damned!” He breathed erratically, his chest rising and falling with uneven beats, his brow sweating with stress. He sighed as he tried to control himself, feeling like he was losing the fight before it began. “How I feel? You want to know how I feel?” He felt like a madman, like his mind was purposely spinning out of control to show his own maniac reflection, his sanity barely gripping on the edge of his consciousness. He laughed in that moment, feeling like his spiking adrenaline was fleeting, settling into something more chaotic.

“Fine! I’m fucking pissed off! I marked you, I claimed you as my mate, and you showed how weak you were to succumb to Frieza’s attack so easily! I thought you were worthy of a Saiyan prince, like you could take more of a beating than just my cock pounding into you! I feel like you knew this would happen, like you allowed yourself to waltz into my life and make me feel things that I never fucking wanted to! Like you knew how much it hurt me in regards to my mother, and you thought you could fix it! You made me do things I would never do, not even for my own father, and then you left me. You made me…” he bit his lip in frustration, feeling the words choke in his throat.

Say it.

“…you made me love you.”

The words burnt his lips as he said them like acid, but he felt a weight lift off of his chest at the admission. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the wall, staring openly at the ceiling. He chuckled lightly, mainly at himself, and hit the back of the wall with his head. “There. Are you happy now? You made me love you, and now it doesn’t even matter. I would have been good to you. I would have fought nations for you. And if I could go back, I would have died for you so that you wouldn’t be lost in the darkness. A shame, isn’t it? You and all your light wasted in the world of shadows.”

Vegeta suddenly felt dizzy, and he clutched his head as a migraine settled into his brain, practically blinding him. He closed his eyes and groaned as his skull felt like it was going to split in two. And then just as swiftly as it came, it was done, and he felt lighter somehow, as if he were free of any pain of the mind and the body. He opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see the piercing white lights of the ships hallway.

Instead, he was greeted to soft lulls of water and blue tinted walls, and a pillar that set in the middle of a room protecting a statue.

Vegeta stood to his knees in awe, complete disbelief surrounding him of where he ended up.

Onra’s domain.

“What the….” He whispered, feeling a small stain of hope imprint on his heart. Her statue vibrated, causing the water below his feet to quake with small ripples, and then the rock completely deteriorated, much unlike the first time.

Onra’s spirit rose from the ashes of rubble, bigger and more hypnotizing then their first encounter. Vegeta fell to his knees again, his mouth completely agape. There was no way in hell, was there?

“Saiyan Prince,” Onra spoke, her voice melodic and booming against the cave walls, “the blood of my last child calls to me from beyond the grave. It appears she wishes to come back, does she not?”

Vegeta blinked slowly, unable to comprehend what was truly going on. He nodded, shutting his mouth and clenching his teeth.

“I see,” Onra said, her phantom floating down to him. She touched the sides of his face, staring into the depths of his soul, and when Vegeta looked upon her misty features, he could see Bulma staring back at him. “The prayer you used is sacred, not meant for a warrior who is not a Seer. And especially not meant for a prince with a cold heart and warm lips. I do not answer to that.” A small smile danced upon her lips, watching the confusion in his face. “But your words have called to me. The love you have for my child has made me rethink my decision. Tell me, Saiyan prince. Do you wish to have her as well?”

“Yes.” The response left his lips before it could marinate in his brain, but he didn’t regret it. If there was an opportunity, even a small one, then he would take it. And he would not fall victim to the curse of his pride in the process.

Onra nodded, her cold wisps of hands leaving Vegeta’s olive toned cheek. “Very well. I will be willing to do this favor, but nothing is without sacrifice. You have lost your people, and you will no longer know the full Saiyan blood. To a prideful race, that is a very demanding token.”

“So be it,” he said desperately, leaning into her shadow, “for Bulma, so be it.”

“You have not heard my request. Does it not matter what I ask of you?”

“Not if you’re willing to bring her back to me.”

“I see.” Onra waved her hands in the air, blue smoke dancing from her fingertips, a single image in the middle of her palms. It was a blue planet; small in size compared to his, but large enough that Vegeta could see life of a species. They looked like he and her, but he could tell they were weak in terms of strength and power. “This planet sits at the farthest end of the galaxy. It is peaceful in nature, and the beings that reside here care more about families than wars. It is a perfect place to start the rebirth of my people, if you will accept my request.” She moved her hands again, this time showing a closer look at the life forms in their natural habitat. It looked boring, in his opinion, with the men working and the women with babes at their teet. No training, no fighting, just an abundance of peace that Vegeta wasn’t accustomed to.

“This planet is called Earth. My request is that you and Bulma reign over this planet, protecting it from any outside foes if need be, and that you repopulate the Seer people. Your children will have children, and those children will produce generations that will help this galaxy from troublesome times. The mixings of a Seer and a Saiyan will be maginificent. But outside of protecting the planet, no wars shall you partake in. You must protect the Queen, and you will serve her as a King. And you will watch over your children in my absence. And then someday, the two of you will come back to this domain and lie dormant, being to your children what I have been to you.” She pressed her palms together and the image was gone. “Do we strike a deal, Saiyan prince?”

Vegeta let the words sink in his brain. No more unnecessary fights, no tapping into the power of the legendary, no training. Just…a domesticated lifestyle and protection over his family? He swallowed hard, realizing exactly what he was giving up.

And then he held his chin up with pride, knowing what he would lose if he did not agree.

“We have a deal, Onra,” he said with confidence, “now bring her back to me.”

Onra nodded pleasantly, hovering to the top of the cave. “I am most pleased, Vegeta, former Prince of the Saiyans. Now rise and become Vegeta, King of the Seers, King of the Saiyans, King to our great Queen Bulma. Farewell.” A gush of light erupted through her, and her already smoke exterior became even more transparent. She looked down on him with a warm smile. “Finri Otula,” she said quietly, “it is finished.”


There was singing in his ears, or at least that’s what he would call it.

A noise of something he had never heard before awoke him from his slumber, and he opened his eyes, his lids heavy.

A bright light pierced through sheer panels of fabrics draped over windows. A yellow sun sat magnificently in a pale blue sky, completely contrasting the mornings that Vegeta was used to back home. He sat up abruptly, watching as some white flying creatures soared past the window, singing the song that caused him to wake.

“They’re called birds, apparently.”

Vegeta turned to behind him immediately, realizing that he was on a lush white bed, softer than any material he had ever felt. He was convinced that he was going crazy again, but the wind on his skin and the features of her face told him otherwise.

“Bulma,” he said as if speaking her name would cause her to vanish, and he reached out to touch her.

She giggled, tucking a strand behind her ear as she bathed in the glow of the sunlight outside. “Hello, Vegeta.”

He crossed the bed instantly, throwing his arms around her waist and pulling her into a heated kiss. She moaned against him, and he relished of how alive she felt in his grasp. He pulled back and watched her, drowning in her blue eyes that spoke of many truths, that sang many songs of him.

“It worked.” He was pleased beyond anything else in the world. She nodded, biting her lip. “So this is not a fantasy? This is real?”

“No fantasy,” she ran her fingers over his bite mark, still healing against her porcelain skin, “this is the real life. We are getting a second chance on this foreign planet, Vegeta.”

He never realized how much he enjoyed the way she said his name. A hunger rose in him at the lack of contact between them for what felt like an eternity, and he pushed her back on the bed, holding her arms above her head. He looked down upon her greedily, soaking in every component of her skin that made her Bulma. His Bulma. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, crookedly, and used a hand to stroke her cheek, moving downward over her smooth flesh.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed, pushing into his fingers, “seeing you even through the looking glass of death wasn’t enough.”

He ceased his actions with his fingers and gazed upon her. “So that was really you? You weren’t a figment of my imagination?”

She shook her head, a playful grin stealing her lips. “That was really me, Vegeta. Seers have many abilities, and the option to speak to someone that you’ve bonded with from beyond the grave is one of them. So I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

Vegeta watched her in awe, running his fingers over her bite mark. So she had been there because he marked her? His own selfish request had worked out for the better?

He smiled in his own arrogant delight and placed his mouth over the wound, kissing her gently.

She gasped against him as his tongue tickled her, his knees separating her legs. “Vegeta,” she breathed, and it gave him an ominous déjà vu’ of the last time she had said his name like that, in a circumstance such as this. That was a different time, he told himself, and the threat that loomed over us is no more. At his coaxing, he sucked on her skin a little harder at the glory that this moment gave. She was alive, she was under him, and she was his.

He let her arms go, wanting her to use her hands where they may, and kissed her again, enjoying how soft her lips felt in between his. She threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her bottom off of the bed towards his cock, begging for him to enter her. So as not to disappoint, he complied, sensing her lack of patience for foreplay. He broke away from the kiss as his tip found home in her warm core, and the familiarity of her juices made him harder, if that were even possible, and a growl emitted from him that only she could produce. He would take his time, he would dance upon her flesh and make her cum. He would heal any traces that death may have soiled on her skin, and he would be gentle so as not to hurt her.

“Fuck me,” she said lowly, her cheeks beginning to flush, “fuck me like I’m yours.”

Well, shit. So much for that.

Laughing, he slowly filled her up, enjoying how her face scrunched up as she got used to him again. He breathed sharply as he put all of him inside, hanging his head low, his chin touching his chest. The grip of her legs around his waist became tighter, and Vegeta began to comply to her request as he thrusted in and out of her, stretching her walls to their capacity, his skin smacking against hers.

“Oh my god,” she said as she bit her lip, their bodies rocking against the sheets ferociously. Vegeta groaned as she clenched her muscles around his erect cock, holding him tightly inside of her. She had never done that before, but there was something territorial about it that was making him come undone. “God, I’ve missed this!” she moaned as he entered her again, the speed of his strokes increasing, her wetness dousing him with their magic until he thought he would sink into her all together.

She wailed as he pounded into her, choking on her own moans as she laid victim to the overall feeling of bliss. Vegeta closed his eyes as he basked in the overwhelmingly pleasurable feelings that she was giving him. What a way to say ‘welcome back’, he thought.

“Look at me,” her pitchy and needy voice demanded, and he opened his eyes to find her staring at him with a smirk on her features, “I want to watch you cum.”

Fuck, how good it felt to have his own words used against him.

He placed his palm on the top of her hair, running his thumb over her forehead, and used to the other to stroke her clit as he sank into her repeatedly, feeling the powerful waves of an orgasm threaten to lap him up.

“V-Vegeta~!” she wailed, and he knew that he was hitting the sensitive spot inside of her that she liked, and he felt her juices gush out of her as he stroked it carefully, making sure to run his cock over the area with every thrust.

Bulma pulled his neck down closer to her as she opened her mouth, silent words spilling out and wrapping around their bodies. He continued to stroke her hair as he watched her, their intense eye contact only adding to building heat in his lower belly. “C-Cum with me,” she managed to say, although it was low and breathy and he barely heard it.

He rocked his hips into her faster, she returning the steady rhythm, and he felt her body begin to shudder. She cried out his name as she came, soiling the bed with the river of her orgasm, and he rode out the pleasured waves with her, thinking of how he never wanted to lose this again.

They attempted to catch their breaths together as Vegeta collapsed on top of her, feeling his seed flow into her with ease, her body accepting it with the grace of the queen she was. He rested his cheek against her breast, relaxation beginning to wash over him as he settled into her lush pillows, and he heard Bulma give a contented sigh.

“Thank you,” she said, her words slurring and he knew she was most likely sleepy, “for bringing me back. For all of this.”

He nodded, unable to find the words to accompany how he really felt. She had heard him on the ship, and in his mind that was enough for him to say it. His actions, his body, their sex would speak the rest, and he hoped she didn’t demand any more than that.

“So this is our new home, huh?” Her eyes roamed over their room, the pristine white walls and the marble floors, the high ceilings draped with sheer curtains that matched the windows, the outside of their home covered in lush green grasses that seemed to carry on for acres, decorated by purple and red flowers. “Onra sure outdid herself.”

“Would you expect anything less for royalty?” he asked with a smugness to his voice, he too feeling the effects of an oncoming nap beginning to possess him, “You may be new to this, but I can assure you this is how we should live. I would resurrect that rock and demand her to fight me if she put us in anything less than this.”

“Don’t disrespect her, Vegeta,” Bulma teased, running her deft fingers through his scalp, “she would more than likely win that fight.”

“Hmph,” he retaliated, “then she wouldn’t get those children she asked for.”

“Children…” Bulma let the word play off of her lips, marinating on how that sounded, “Me a mother? And you a father? She was crazy to trust us.”

“Who else will do it?” He lifted himself up so that he was directly looking down on her, “Who else is suitable to birth an entire nation?”

“I suppose,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his thick neck, “although that sounds like a lot of work.” She rose an eyebrow and looked at him seductively. “Perhaps we should get started again? Time waits for no one.”

He kissed her in compliance, knowing her words had never been more true, and lost himself inside of her, playing out this fantasy of a life that Onra had given them with the determination to never let it slip from his grasp. She was his Queen, and he her King, and together they would remain until destiny called them back to the domain to watch over the children they created.

And for the first time in his life, Vegeta felt completely happy.



And that is how life was created, ladies and gentlemen. Forget every theory you’ve ever heard, the only Big Bang that caused life on Earth was the one between Bulma and Vegeta.

Ha ha…so anyways…

Thank you all for reading my first Smutfest fic to the end! While I did not use the first prompt for this piece, (see my other short fic entitled Talk Dirty for that), I hope you guys still enjoyed it none the less. Thank you for all the likes and comments and lovely reviews. It really made my day. If you’re new to my works and this is the first piece you’ve read by me, I hope you will continue to follow me if you’d like.

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Until next time, friends!

I Can’t Save Her: Part 14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Mild Violence, Some Angst, Sex 

Word Count: 2765 (sorry - it’s a little long)

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Do you ever have a scene in mind – like you don’t know where the story is going, but this scene appears out of the blue and you know when you write the story it has to be there? This scene is like that for me. Before I had worked out all the details for the progression of this story I knew this scene had to be in it. For full effect listen to Beyonce’s “Crazy In Love- Remix” when reading. 

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

Originally posted by carsyugen

Originally posted by symphonies-of-my-thoughts

“Y/N!” Wanda shouted as she shook me out of my sleep.

“I swear to god – I need to use the lock more,” I muttered sleepily as I opened my eyes. I looked at my alarm clock and shot straight up. “Oh god! I only have three hours to get ready?! How did I manage to sleep all day!” Without any further prompting from Wanda I ran clumsily to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. I knew the people that Tony had hired to do our hair and makeup, on Wanda’s request, would be arriving at any moment and I wanted to avoid Tony’s direct ire today.

“Has Bucky gotten in?” I asked hopefully through the door as I stepped out of the shower.

“No,” Wanda responded. My heart sank. I had been holding on to a sliver of hope that he would make it back in time, but I reminded myself that whatever he was doing was important. He had told me he would try his best to be back in time, and I trusted in that. With that being said – it made me less than eager to go on my own.

“Do I still have to go?” I asked miserably as I walked back into my room to grab my sweats so I could get dressed in the bathroom.

“Since you more or less swore on your eternal soul to Tony that you would be there, I would say… yes,” Wanda replied through the bathroom door as I dressed. I groaned in protest as I opened the door. “Oh come on Y/N. What else would you do? Sit at home alone and sulk? At least this will give you something to do! And it’s Christmas Eve – we need to all be together.” Of course she was right – I followed her down the hallway to the common area, which now looked like a beauty triage unit.

After two and a half hours of being poked, prodded, brushed, and painted I followed Wanda back to room to get dressed. First I put on the lingerie that Wanda was adamant that I wear – even though it made me feel ridiculous, and then I allowed her to help me with the red gown. It certainly fit better with all the alterations that had been made to it. Within no time we were both dressed and ready to go. I had secretly been practicing walking in the killer heels, that Wanda had demanded I buy, for weeks so I was able to confidently walk down the hall with her to meet the guys. Upon our arrival Tony’s face lit up, and Steve blushed furiously. “What? Do I have something in my teeth or…?” I asked self-consciously.

“No – you look amazing!” Tony exclaimed with a clap of his hands. I could feel the heat rushing up my neck and to my cheeks.

“You really do look great,” Steve added. “I know Bucky really wanted to be here – and after seeing pictures of you I can guarantee that he will be mad that his missed it,” he added with a wink. I smiled shyly at everyone – I never liked to be the center of attention but there was something about their admiring glances that made me feel powerful. I had constantly fought to stay out of the spotlight but I was beginning to realize it wasn’t bad to feel admired – especially after being miserable for weeks. “I thought I could maybe escort you since Buck isn’t here?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“Sure Steve – that would be great. Tony, should we be going now?” I asked anxiously. As much as I was enjoying their attention I was really ready to get the show on the road.

“Yes!” Tony responded and just like that he herded us into the elevator with a swish of his hands.

We arrived at the hotel hosting the gala and were greeted with a barrage of handshakes and camera flashes. The way to the entrance seemed to stretch for an eternity as photographers shouted out commands for us to stop and pose. Steve was a calming presence beside me – we were both out of our element but I was glad that he had asked to escort me in the absence of Bucky.

I must have breathed an audible sigh of relief once we entered into the lobby, because Steve turned to me and grinned. “I feel like that sums up that experience quite nicely,” he chuckled.

“I think the flashes are permanently seared into my eyes,” I complained as I shrugged out of my coat and handed it to the waiting attendant. “Of course the press is going to have a field day – did you hear the one guy call me Captain America’s girlfriend? What the hell?” I shook my head. Steve chuckled and offered his arm to me as we walked into the ballroom.

Steve whistled as we took in the full effect of the party that stretched out before us. “Stark’s out done himself this time,” he muttered under his breath.

I had to laugh because he was right. Tony always found a way to make his parties bigger and grander than the last. A full orchestra and the ridiculously huge Christmas trees around the room seemed to to fit together in the perfect way. “Tony always knows how to throw a party,” I laughed as I shook my head.

“Well, shall we dance?” Steve raised an eyebrow in question. “You know if we don’t mingle and interact there will be hell to pay with Tony.”


I was pretty impressed that Steve was as good of a dancer as he was, and was actually really beginning to enjoy myself. As he turned me I stopped in my tracks – I saw a familiar back – the broad shoulders were shifting uncomfortably under the suit jacket as the man carried on a conversation with someone. He turned slowly towards me and before Steve grabbed my hand to spin me back to him my eyes met Bucky’s. My brain hadn’t even had time to process before Steve spun me again – this time letting go of me. Suddenly I was caught in Bucky’s embrace. He grinned at Steve as he grabbed my waist and brought me as close to him as he could. One hand remained on my lower back and the other held on to my hand tightly.

“Hey there, doll,” he whispered in my ear. My body felt like it was on high alert – his voice, his touch, his smell – after being apart for almost a month I wanted to pull him into a closet and have my way with him. “I hope you don’t mind if I cut in.” Every word he spoke dripped with seduction. I could feel the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile as it rested on the side of my head. This was a different side of Bucky I hadn’t experienced before – he was cocky and, if I was being honest, a damn good dancer. He may have been out of his element and uncomfortable, but he didn’t let on at all.

“Hi,” I answered meekly into his chest to which he laughed heartedly. I was having a hard time formulating words. All I could think about was the touch of his body against mine. I felt like I was holding a live wire and the rest of my body was tingling with electricity. I finally quelled enough of the feeling to get a grip on the real world, and peeked up at him. “You cut your hair… I like it.” His hair was slightly shorter and pushed back except for one part that fell forward into his face.

He laughed again. “You look beautiful tonight; did you know that?” he muttered into my ear.

“So I have heard,” I sighed back. With what I was thinking about – I was eternally grateful for Wanda’s urging me to buy something special to wear under my dress.

“I heard all about Captain America’s beautiful girlfriend when I got here and I just had to see for myself,” he added sarcastically. I looked up and opened my mouth to protest, but he just looked amused. “I’m kidding doll – you’re mine and I know it,” he growled playfully into my ear.

“Oh am I?” I asked playfully. I couldn’t help but think he was a little jealous, and after a month of being apart and worrying – I would by lying if I said I didn’t like it.

“Really,” he said seriously as he spun me. He pulled me back into him and kissed me hard— only breaking away to take a breath. He raised his eyebrows playfully as he bent down to kiss me again – biting my lip.

“We should um…leave…” I said breathlessly as he pulled away from me again. “Now.” I was afraid that I was going to combust if we didn’t.

“Let’s go,” he muttered as he hooked his arm in mine and led me towards the lobby. “I have a room – but first – let’s take advantage of Tony’s open bar,” he smirked as we walked towards it. “What do you want?” he asked as he let go of my arm – there was quite a crowd so I hung back out of the way.

“Gin Martini – dry,” I called back to him as he turned to fight his way to the bar.

As I was admiring him a voice broke my revelry.  “Thought you came here with Captain America? What are you, a super hero groupie?” the man asked cockily.

I turned around with my eyebrows raised to come face to face with the guy I had choked out at Tony’s last party. I just stared at him annoyed – I was trying my best to keep my temper in check because I didn’t want to detract from Tony’s event. Seeing that I wasn’t going to respond he continued, “But that guy really isn’t a hero is he? He’s a fucking murderer. Everyone thinks so… if my dad had had his way your buddy would have been dead a long time ago,” he sneered.

Bucky brushed up against me and I looked over at him. His eyes were steely, and his body was tense. “Y/N, is he bothering you?” he asked coolly. I could tell by his voice that he had heard everything the man had said.

“What are you going to do about it buddy? You gonna kill me too?” He had his mouth open to say more but was silenced by an audible crunch. In a completely blind rage I had punched him straight in the nose – breaking it immediately. His eyes watered as blood gushed from it.

“He won’t kill you – but I can’t say the same for myself. I’m sure you’ve heard enough about me from your daddy to know that’s true. Now why don’t you get the fuck out of here,” I said through gritted teeth. “Come on, Buck. Let’s go,” I added as I grabbed my drink from him. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Bucky’s expression was mix of astonishment, admiration, and humor. As we walked towards the lobby I downed my drink and placed the empty glass on a table as we passed. I grabbed Bucky by the hand and he followed me obligingly to the elevators. “What floor?” I asked calmly as we entered.

“Penthouse,” he replied. I hit the appropriate button and as soon as the doors closed he was on me. He pinned me to the wall of the elevator as he pressed himself against me. His hands groped at the clingy fabric of my dress as his mouth sought mine. He wasted no time letting me know what awaited me once we arrived at the penthouse. Finally, the elevator doors opened and he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. We made it as far as the hallway before he stopped and gently pushed me against the wall. “I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered as he kissed down my neck and pulled up the hem of my dress. As his hands explored my thighs they came across the lace of my lingerie. He paused momentarily with a wicked grin spreading across his face. “What’s this?”

“Something for you,” I replied breathlessly.

“Maybe I can wait a little longer” he muttered as he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Once we were there he pulled me into him and kissed down my neck and spine as he unzipped my dress. Before he could take it off I turned and pushed him playfully on the bed.

“You need to be patient,” I said coyly.

“It’s been a month doll – I’m not sure how much longer I can wait,” he answered darkly. He bit his bottom lip as he ran his hand through his hair. I tsk’ed at him as I slowly let my dress fall to the floor. He drew in a sharp breath as he drank me in. Slowly I crawled on top of him—pinning him to the bed. He leaned up to bring his mouth to mine – his hands flying erratically all over my body. I unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as I could – all the while my mouth keeping contact with his. Finally, I raised up and unbuttoned his pants. He graciously removed the rest of his clothes and flipped me on my back. His metal hand traced up and down my thigh teasingly as he kissed me. Suddenly I heard a rip and saw the black lace fabric that was once my underwear fly across the room. “I’ll buy you another,” he muttered as he kissed down my neck and my breasts. Suddenly he thrust himself into me causing me to cry out in surprise and pleasure. He groaned lowly as he moved back and forth. I dug my fingernails into his back as his thrusts brought me closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and matched his movements causing us both to cry out as we each found our release. He rolled off of me and onto his back with an audible sigh. “Maybe we should wait for a month more often,” he laughed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Or you can be here and we can do this every night,” I added coyly as I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beat furiously and I had to smile. “I missed you,” I added as I wrapped my arms around him.

“I missed you too, doll,” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head and stroked my back. We fell into silence as our bodies began to relax. His breathing mixed with the rhythm of the strokes of his fingers made my eyes feel heavy. I closed them peacefully and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up feeling a little hazy – I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep, but Bucky was still awake and stroking my back. “Buck?” I asked shyly as I looked up at him.

“Yeah, doll?” He asked as he looked down at me.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you since you left…” I paused for a moment. If I said what I wanted to say there was no turning back on what we had. Our friendship swayed in the balance.

“What is it?” he asked curiously – a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“I love you,” I replied shyly as I nuzzled my face into his neck.

“You do?” he asked as he pulled back. His voice sounded surprised but his face had lit up like Christmas when I looked at him.

“Mhm,” I replied shyly. Suddenly he rolled me on my back – pinning me down. He was the happiest I had ever seen him and it made all anxiety I had about my revelation melt away.

“I love you too,” he replied and kissed me sweetly. After covering me with kisses he rolled over on his back and pulled me close to him. “Y/N?” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah, Buck?”

“Oh nothing…” he sounded embarrassed.

“What is it?” I asked as I raised myself up to look at him.

“I just… I think this is the happiest I have ever been,” he replied with a smile.

I snuggled closely to him and gave him a gentle squeeze. “Me too, Buck,” I added softly before drifting to sleep.

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Hells Bells — RS Writing Club Ficlet

No real warnings. Just a bit of a cracky AU. 

Set in the early 1980′s, Arizona. 

I had a bit of difficulty with the dialogue, because I’m so used to hearing them speak Queen’s English, really, but I hope it doesn’t sound too out of character for them. 

Word count: 1106 


Though Homer knew plenty about his rival gang leader, Big Ed, they had not yet, at least, crossed paths. The leader of The Plaid Bandits, and his infamously ruthless right-hand man, Benito, had recently extended their radius of operation into claimed territory, but Homer knew his chances of making it out of a conflict with Big Ed and his men alive were, slim, at best. Those burly, beefcakes were known for their bludgeoning and brutality, for taking no prisoners. No one messed with The Plaid Bandits. No one! 

Tempted as Homer were to lay down the law that this was his turf they were now playing on, he resisted for many months, favouring his longevity over a futile, inevitably fatal row. Resisted until now, that is…

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                                MY FIRST FIC REC

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Since I had a lot of people ask me about my favorite fics here are some I absolutely love. So much so that I just keep on coming back and re-reading them over and over again!

Sexual harassment in the workplace  by  Goodkwuestions

  Mickey just needs to keep his head down and stay out of trouble at his new job. Still trouble always manages to find him and when it takes the form of his red haired boss, Mickey’s not sure he can resist even if he wanted to. (Gallavich AU)     

If you consider yourself to be a part of this fandom but somehow still haven’t heard of SHITW , I’m sorry to dissapoint you and tell you that you are in fact not. If you want to be a part of this mess of a fandom I suggest you open that link above and start reading. But brace yourself for the rollercoaster ride of your life and prepare to be amazed. And have a kleenex or two ready, can’t hurt.  

Rookie mistakes  by  delgay      

    Ian Gallagher is the right wing to Mickey’s left defenseman, so it’s not even that weird when Mickey makes a point to learn everything he possibly can about the kid. Really. (professional hockey au)

Another amazing story about hockey and love, amazing smut and heartbreak. Yup, there’s something for everyone here. This one is still WIP so don’t get mad when you read the last word and find out that there’s no next chapter button. Tessa is a busy busy girl, but she’ll get to this. God, I miss this fic so much…*sigh*

Conversations between ghosts   by  Mintsauce    

    Otherwise known as: that one where Ian may or may not be a ghost and Mickey doesn’t have a clue what his life’s turned into.

This was the first fic I’ve read after joining this fandom. It made me laugh, it made me cry and it made me look at Ian & Mickey’s story in a diferent light. I come back to it every week. It’s just that good.

i am fire (feed me to the flames)   by  astrifer  

     mickey fucks the fuck up.

Yes, that’s a summary, lol. But once you start reading you’ll fully understand that that is all it takes to explain this piece. This is one of the few fics I’ve read where Ian is not the one doing the cheating. Surprisingly unrealistic, right?

Ian Gallagher is a dead man   by    tinyinkstainedbird 

      What happens between the night that Mickey comes out until the morning that Ian can’t get out of bed.

A perfectly written story about five days of happines and togetherness untill it all comes crashing down. The last sentence will probably tear you up though. You have been warned.

Just the same but brand new   by   ludgateing    

    …his brain and that little place in his chest ian insists is his soul might as well be on two totally different sides of the country these days. An AU future fic where Ian and Mickey move to New York and just enjoy eachother.

This is so beautiful that it will probably melt your heart. Especially that one sentence: Mickey loves him so much it’s gross. Yes, it’s funny and fluffy and wonderful and totally how life should have turned out for them, in my opinion.

a/s/l   by  magneticdice   

   AU where Ian and Mickey meet online. They are 15/16 years old and  live in the same neighborhood but aren’t aware of that.

This was written by my sister from another mister, Tanya. I love the idea of meeting online, it reminds me of a Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan movie called You’ve got mail. It’s funny and angsty and just what it’d be like if this was  canon. Go to her blog and read some other amazing stuff she wrote, you won’t regret it.

The increasingly poor decisions of Ian Gallagher  by   Goodkwuestions   

    Gallavich mob AU. “It’s fuck all about heat or chemistry or any such shit, Gallagher. You and me…it’s just a thing that cannot happen. The sooner we both accept that, the better off we’ll be.”

Oh yes, where do I even begin? This wonderful piece is written by our one and only, lovely Kay. Ian is a new side piece to a dangerous mob boss gangster and Mickey is his own personal driver and the said boss’ right hand. Do I need to say more? I don’t think so. Because the one that can write Mickey standing in front of a mirror in his new Armani three piece suit, looking all kinds of hot and saying to himself  ‘Gotta kiss myself, so pretty'  is my new favorite person.This is a WIP so we’re all going to have to learn how to be patient. But Kay is  posting one chapter a week, usually on saturdays so have that in mind. I already think this work will  reach the greatness  that is SHITW . Or it may even go bigger, we’ll have to wait and see.

Covert affairs  by  staggie21

    Ian was a fucking mess. There was blood trickling down from a cut on his forehead, he was still wearing that ridiculous black wig, and his mouth was swollen and bloody where his tooth had been forcefully removed. Maybe he should have gone home first, made himself presentable. But if he had, he knows he would have lost his nerve. This was too important; he couldn’t allow himself to back out. Taking a deep breath, Ian braced himself. His life was about to change forever. “My name is Ian Gallagher, and I’ve been conducting covert operations for SD-6, a terrorist organization and enemy of the United States, for the past five years. I’m here to volunteer as a double agent.” No turning back now.

Secret agent Gallagher? Secret agent Milkovich? In charge of secret agent Gallagher? Agent Gallagher in total 'heart eyes for agent Milkovich'  state of mind? There are whole bunch of stuff in here, Monica, Clayton, Veronica, Karen… affairs, secret meetings, dangerous situations and of course, one spy whose name is Mandy. I love this fic and if you are anything like me you’ll want to watch Alias after this.

Kill for you  by  Mintsauce

    Mickey knows there aren’t a lot of things he’s good at. Not a lot he can offer Ian. And he shouldn’t even want to offer it to him, but Mickey can definitely kill for him. Multi chap. Warning: hints of suicide attempts.

Basically what the title says; Mickey kills for Ian. We have all heard Noel talk about Ian being in the Milkovich circle and therefore killing someone in order to protect him or whoever is in that circle is completely believeable.What I like about this story is Mickey’s interactions with other characters. Who could imagine a badass southside thug living with three beautiful women, cooking, grocery shopping and basically being domestic as f*ck. Beautiful story with a beautiful ending.

Straight guys don’t do ballet   by   silvertonguespyglass

    Mickey is the new pianist at a dance studio, and Ian might be the most annoying person he’s ever met. So naturally, even though it pushes the limits of professionalism, he decides to mess with the guy. Because any guy who does ballet is just asking for it.

Oh God where do I even begin with this one? Mickey plays the piano. Ian is a ballet dancer. Hm… Well, I never thought I’d see the day Ian will stand in his leotard, stretching  at the barre. But Hayley made it so believeable that I got so hooked to this story, it isn’t even funny anymore. It’s a WIP but this girl is a writing machine. So the wait is not too long.

Maybe it’ll be bulletproof    by   missmichellebelle

    “There was—there was a man, dressed all in black, and he wore a mask, and he stood up and they shot him, they shot him! And he didn’t stop! He just kept going for them and when all of them were knocked out, he told us to run!”   “It was terrifying, like, how could someone like that be human?”   “I mean, yeah, it was pretty scary, but he saved our lives, you know? I’d rather be freaked out by a guy taking like fifteen bullets to the chest than fearing for my life.”   Just like that, suddenly everyone is talking about the vigilante, only now people are using words like superhero.

A story about a journalist and a superhero that ends with romance. A modern day Superman, except this superhero is a stubborn badass. And really sucks at intimidating. I love the idea for this fic and the way it developed from the beginning. It’s silly and happy and dorky and fluffy and it’s everything those two dorky idiots are. It’s unusual but you’re definitely going to like it. I’m positive.

Queen of Decatur   by    jaxington  

    “Fiona’s probably gonna do ninety days.”  “Fuck,” Mickey replies. “Where?”  “Decatur Correctional. Where the hell is that?”  “Three hours out of the city.” Mickey sits with his back to the wall, legs dangling over the side of the bed. Lighting a cigarette would only earn him another lecture, so he slicks back his hair just for something to do with his hands.  “How’d you know that?” Ian asks, smelling chum in the water, the observant little fuck. “Not like your brothers are getting sent to lady prison all that often.”  Mickey thumbs at his lip, trying to find a way out of this conversation. It probably wouldn’t be too hard to distract Ian just by taking of his pants, but he is trying this new thing where he actually tells Ian what’s going on in his head.  “No.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “It’s my mom.”

If there is something I wanted to know and they haven’t shown it on the show it’s definitely the situation regarding Mama Milkovich. This is actually what I hope would happen if they somehow decided to bring the iron lady into the show. I love the way she accepts Mickey and Ian, talks to her son sincerely and openly. And the bond Mickey forms with her after resenting so much for so long. And let me tell you, Mama Milkovich is a badass, she get’s it done even from behind the bars. There is a sentence in this fic that really impressed me;  “Before Mickey was terrified of this but After Mickey is not. After Mickey can give all the words Ian needs, and then some.” If you didn’t love Mama Milkovich before, this will change your mind.

Koro Or Pommy? (SMUT)

Request from @teresa-yukibito; Ota (KBTBB) x MC

“Ota jealousy smut!!”

[I thought this would be a little fun & I discussed the idea with my girl @teresa-yukibito & she liked it so there is a little crossover with two of the OTBS guys. ENJOY!]

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anonymous asked:

What are your favourite quotes or thoughts from HTTYD series?

Yas! Quotes!!! I will admit I absolutely adore quotes. I have the opening to the first How to Train Your Dragon book completely memorized, and the first two HTTYD movies are so quotable you’ll frequently catch me irl making some quotation from them. I’ll plop in some of my all-time favorite quotes from the HTTYD DreamWorks franchise, including quotes from the television series.

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Favorite funny quotes:

  • “Excuse me, barmaid! I’m afraid you brought me the wrong offspring! I ordered an extra large boy with beefy arms, extra guts, and glory on the side.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD)
  • “Now, you’re thinking about this all wrong. It’s not so much what you look like, it’s what’s inside that he can’t stand.” - Gobber (HTTYD)
  • “Thank you for summing that up.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD)
  • “Pain. Love it.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD)
  • “Thanks for nothing, you useless reptile.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD)
  • “Gobber, take off your pants!” - Hiccup III (LOTBD)
  • “But you can raise us a ‘spank his skinny ass’.” - Ruffnut (ROB: Dragon Down)
  • “Better stop him – last time the Changewing hypnotized Hiccup, we found him nesting in the rafters of the Great Hall.” “My favorite was when he kissed Tuffnut. I dined on that story for a week!” - Fishlegs and Ruffnut (ROB: The Legend of Ragnarok)
  • “He’s looked angry since the day I was born. But I’m sure there’s no connection.” - Hiccup III (ROB: Animal House)
  • “Oh yeah? Well you know what this is? The size of your brain! Oh wait… that’s better.” - Hiccup III (ROB: Thawfest)
  • “That’s it. Keep talking, Snotlout, as your winning streak goes up in flames… just like your Rings of Deadly Fire.” - Hiccup III (ROB: Thawfest)
  • “Hey Fishlegs! You need some help getting your nose out of Hiccup’s -“ - Snotlout (DOB: Worst in Show)
  • "SLARBLURG! SLARBLURG! NORK NORK NORK!” - Snotlout (DOB: A View to a Skrill Part 1)
  • “When am I not safe? Uhhh… don’t answer that.” - Hiccup III (DOB: The Eel Effect)
  • “We were so close uniting our people. We could have had it all, you and me. We could have been kings among men… and dragons! And now look at us. What have we got, huh? Nothing. Nothing!” - Snotlout (DOB: The Eel Effect)
  • “You broke my heart, Thor. You broke it right in two.” - Snotlout (RTTE: Big Man on Berk)
  • “And finally, the letter ‘s’ has been officially removed from the alphabet. So you’re going to want to avoid words like sword… Severed leg… severed head… cyclone!” - Ruffnut and Tuffnut (RTTE: Reign of Fireworms)
  • “Toothle! Plama blat!” - Hiccup III (RTTE: Reign of Fireworms)
  • “The chicken is not amused.” - Tuffnut (RTTE: Reign of Fireworms)
  • “You’re harder to get rid of than life.” - Ruffnut (HTTYD 2 deleted scene)

Favorite serious quotes:

  • “I know what it’s like to miss someone you love this time of year. But what do we do when they can’t be here for the holiday? We celebrate them.” - Stoick (GOTNF)
  • “No! You wish I was your sister. You think I’d be dragging you all over the jungle if my brother weren’t the most important thing to me?” - Ruffnut (RTTE: Full Moon Rising)
  • “That’s my sister out there, Astrid. And if this goes wrong and we don’t save her… I couldn’t live with myself.” - Tuffnut (RTTE: Edge of Disaster)
  • “They say there’s two ways to be fooled: one is to believe what isn’t true, the other is to refuse to believe what is. Maces and Talons. I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I always insisted upon being the honorable Viking chief. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years I assumed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn’t true. But you see, in Maces and Talons, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear. Black and white can become gray so easily. What one soul considers evil another might consider righteous. The honorable chief who fails to see this is found to be the fool.” - Viggo Grimborn (RTTE: Maces and Talons)
  • “Unreasonable men cannot be reasoned with.” - Stoick (HTTYD 2)
  • The lyrics of “For the Dancing and the Dreaming.” (HTTYD 2)
  • “STOP!” “Son!” “Dad, NO!” - Hiccup III and Stoick (HTTYD 2)
  • “No, get away from him! Go on, get out of here! Get away!” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2)
  • “May the Valkyries welcome you and lead you through Odin’s great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury so that we may hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla and know that you have taken your rightful place at the table of kings. For a great man has fallen, a warrior, a chieftain, a father, a friend.” - Gobber (HTTYD 2)    
  • “I’m sorry, Dad. I’m not the chief that you wanted me to be, and I’m not the peace keeper I thought I was. I don’t know…I - I was so afraid of becoming my dad, mostly because I thought I never could. How do you become someone that great, that brave, that selfless? I guess you can only try. A chief protects his own. We’re going back.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2)
  • “It wasn’t your fault, bud. They made you do it. You’d never hurt him. You’d never hurt me. Please, you are my best friend, bud. My best friend.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2)
  • “I won’t leave you. I won’t let you go.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2 deleted scene)
  • “Now do you get it? This is what it is to earn a dragon’s loyalty. Let this end. Now.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2) 
  • “We may be small in numbers, but we stand for something bigger than anything the world can pit against us. We are the voice of peace, and bit by by, we will change this world.” - Hiccup III (HTTYD 2)
Full Transcript of Sara Ramirez's HRC Speech

Thank you. Wow, thank you so much. Thank you so much. I will admit that after many years of performing in front of thousands of people, I find myself a little nervous to stand before you tonight so bear with me please. I cannot tell you how profound receiving this award is for me, or how grateful I am for the recognition but I certainly will try.

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It Is Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

And to celebrate I made a list of fics I’ve liked a lot this year.
I’ve been reading a lot less than I did last year (for uni reasons) so this list is less elaborate than my other lists and I might have missed some gems, but I can’t change that. Also my preference for the Tokyo boys is getting more and more obvious…
I’m looking forward to other rec lists today and if anyone wants to add their stuff to my list you’re very welcome!

And now without further ado: THE STARS OF TODAY!

jaywalkers series by Batman
(Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou) T-rated, WIP

A collection of stories the morals of which all amount to: if something can go wrong, it will. Also, if something can go right, it also will.

Alternatively, that one college AU where everyone fucks all the shit up.

I’m starting off with a series that everyone should have heard of by now. And if you haven’t, please, for the love of god, go check it out. I’ve recced it before and it has only gotten better since then. It isn’t only the single most funny thing I’ve read, but also heartbreaking and mindblowing and breathtaking in it’s shown skill. Seriously. WHAT THE FUCK MAN.

Me vs You by @illizarov
(Kuroo Tetsurou/Yaku Morisuke) T

“Studies have shown that scented and coloured toilet paper increases the risk of rectal inflammation.”

It all started with room number 13.

This author caught me outta nowhere. I remember following them because of a cute fanart I found in the kuroyaku tag and them being around my dash ever since, but then, months later, they hit me with this HAMMER of a bokuroo fic and I was lost, no shore in sight all of a sudden. Andrei, if there’s a way to get my hands on De Novo (and De Facto) somehow, that would be rad, I remember I still owe you a proper comment. Anyways, this fic here is fucking hysteric. It’s got this amazingly different style that makes it super memorable and at the same time absolutely hilarious and I just… can’t recommend it enough.

downtempo by @circusfairy
(Sawamura Daichi/Terushima Yuuji, Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Sawamura Daichi) T

He has two boyfriends, Yuuji reminds himself. A cute one. And a fucking hot one.

Honestly I wasn’t 100% sure about the logistics of this fic at first but DAMN, did I get my mind blown. This is gorgeously written and so fucking well characterised. Not to mention that they actually made it work super realistically!

feel love run through my blood by @kuroohina
(Hinata Shouyou/Kuroo Tetsurou) E

A tiny kiss was pressed to the side of his head and Shouyou snickered.
“You’re a sap,” he said, amused, but his heart was trembling at the gentleness of the gesture.
“Of course,” Kuroo replied as if it was the most obvious of things. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
Shouyou chuckled, pulling back to look at him. Kuroo had a small smile on his face, just a quirk of his lips, really, but it made Shouyou melt, like it always did. Maybe he was the real sap in this relationship…

Yeah, this fic was a gift for me and DAMN was it ever up my alley. It is seiously so sweet without being simple fluff and there’s so much love there, portrayed in the characters and evident in the author and it makes me melt every time I reread it.

Silica Sand by Lilienpasse
(Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu) G

Overworked, over-stressed programmer Azumane Asahi works on the top floor of a Shinjuku skyscraper. Nervous around his coworkers and terrified of the long drop on the other side of the window, Asahi falls into a miserable routine, only to have it broken one day by a simple message on the outside of the glass. AU.

This author was the first I recognized for the amazing wording in my fandom stint so far. It is absolutely exceptional, ingenious and beautiful. And this fic makes my heart race with the feelings. HAHHH

and it may be foolish to fall as I do by @alienstm
(Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou) E

There’s a trampoline in the middle of the courtyard across from Kuroo’s first class.

Is my thing for college AUs showing yet? I feel incredibly lucky that there’s so many amazing ones out there, and this is one of them. Close to reality and subtle in its emotions, this is just goergeous writing that leaves me in awe.

Flame by grossly
(Ennoshita Chikara/Kozume Kenma) G

“What are you doing, Kozume-san?” Ennoshita asks.

Kozume starts a little, as if he hadn’t realised Ennoshita had been there all along. Bright, crystalline gold flits up, then back down to the ground, like a hummingbird.

If anything can catch the subtleties in this ship, it is this fic. Hot damn, that word choice!

Infinite is Where We Live by @shions-heart
(Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou) M

Sometimes the people we love can’t see themselves clearly. They’re blinded by the lies their minds tell them.

So we help them them to see; through our love and our actions, we show them how important and appreciated they are.

Kenma tries his best to do this for Kuro.

I spent entirely too much time on deciding which of Sy’s fics I was gonna link if you consider the fact that I’m just going to say that you have to read ALL of her fics anyways. They are a gift to the fandom and especially to Kuroken shippers all around. Sy has an amazing penchant for profound romance and a love for the characters that is probably only surpassed by her love for the people around her. Just look at how many fics are dedicated to someone. It makes you stop and stare in awe.

Wide Eyes Don’t Bother Staring by @writing-wyns
(Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou) T

And you feel dumb, downright idiotic that it takes you all this time to realize it as Kuroo laughs and grins, eyes alight when he nudges your hand with his under the table, that the feelings you harbor for your friend isn’t just platonic.

Sometimes there are stories like this one, that unroll like a scroll of parchment or a satiny gift ribbon and they take you with them on a journey that touches your heart, slings around it and leaves it beating slow and strong and truly moved.

I Kissed You In a State Clark Gable Would’ve Admired by @kovtarou
(Akaashi Keiji/Ennoshita Chikara) G

 "I want so badly to believe that “there is truth,  
 that love is real”  
 and I want life in every word to the extent  
 that it’s absurd"

Oh dear. Hazel’s love for this ship is amazing and that shows in her fic. This is characterization from heaven, let me tell you. I’m so so impressed by her way of characterising these boys in a completely new context and incorporating this into her writing!

the life on holiday by @vivasimplemindedness
(Kuroo Tetsurou/Oikawa Tooru) T

Oikawa is suffering.

It’s all Kuroo’s fault, really.

I didn’t not expect what I got with this fic. Truly amazing writing and I’m in awe over the introduction of the world. So smooth!

Here (we will build us a home) by @fukurokeiji
(Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou) NR

Travelling by lamp isn’t comfortable, but it’s cheap. Time passes strangely, and Koutarou doesn’t know how many hours he’s been in here, smaller and bigger than he’s supposed to be all at the same time. It’s dark, and Koutarou passes the time wallowing, a skill he’s mastered over the last half a century.

Koutarou is a djinn on a mission, but his arrival in Japan provides more of a reprieve than he expected.

There is a certain magic in all of Bishop’s writing that’s quite calm and cozy and it makes me feel very warm inside. Also it has the spectacular ability to pull you into the storyline and identify with the character’s emotions. Or if you can’t identify then at least feel with them as much as possible. I forgot what that was called but it’s an enchanting experience!

alice, through the looking rain by regicide
(Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi) G

On a rainy night, Tsukishima is visited by an old friend he’s never known.

This fic belongs to a whole series of magical happenings and they are all written in this absolutely breathtaking manner that pulls you in and thoroughly creeps you out. Seldomly did I see such well-made atmosphere.

This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice by @mysecretfanmoments, @poulerslashes
(Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi) T

Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He’d hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can’t help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

Would you look at that?! I have the opportunity to recommend two of my favourite authors in one swoop, isn’t that convenient? I’m not even sure how necessary it is, but hey, why not spell it out again? Apart from their incredibly skillful writing that’s so well and neatly characterised and heartwarming and good for my soul, it’s also just genuinely intelligent. Ah, maybe one day I’ll be as smart and benevolent, who knows?

deus ex by @downmoonwrites
(Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou) T

The first time he saw the sky was the night Kuroo dragged him out of the City.

Staggering along with Kuroo’s arm around his waist, his brain still too fuzzy to quite comprehend what was going on, he had looked up. He saw tiny, innumerable pinpricks of light, shining clear and beautiful, free from the cover of the Dome.

“What are those?” he said. His voice sounded like rust, the slow grinding of a machine that’s never been used screeching into utility once again.

“The stars,” Kuroo had answered.

I guess I should note that this fic… made me angry at first, I remember literally saying ‘What The Fuck’ out loud to my empty bedroom. But in the end I came to the conclusion that this is just a fantastically written fic, with great worldbuilding that pulls you in and makes you feel so much with the protag. I love the journey it took me on completely because sometimes I need a story like this. Just don’t forget that the violence and dystopia tags are no joke!

we are warm motes of energy by mahwaha
(Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi) G

They share a smile within the bubble of the cockpit, its surface streaked with passing lights. Another night of routine.

It’s warm.

This ship… oh man. I did not know I shipped this before that. Well. Now I do. The world this takes place in seems so incredibly homely and yet.. it’s sci-fi! Making it work like that takes a lot of skill and I’m thoroughly impressed.

Stars in the Jar of the Sky by @themorninglark
(Akaashi Keiji & Kozume Kenma) G

When he develops the film pictures, they come out different from the digital ones, and there they are again -

Those flecks of brightness, glimmering faintly against that 3 AM sky.

Lark likes trains. And journeys. And finding yourself along the way. At least that’s the impression I got and honestly, that’s what I like as well. The way the story unfolds, always so smart and immersive and atmospheric, I can only recommend reading all of Lark’s fics because they are something very special.

laugh at my expense by @fyolette
(Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou) T

Outsmarting yourself and other assorted misfortunes, a comedy in two acts.

I stayed up until five in the morning to read this fic and goddamn was it worth it. A glorious work of wit and dialogue-driven hilarity, I couldn’t get over the amazing characterisation. Boo Hoo.

Greasepaint by @crollalanzaa

When Karasuno are approached to put on a fundraiser, one player steps up to the task. As Director, Ennoshita Chikara decides he’ll put on a pantomime. With an enthusiastic cast, he knows it could be a great success. But who will he get to play the Dame?

Someone tell me if it was a good idea to link Greasepaint of all of Carole’s fic, because I don’t know. I adore this fic with all my heart. It’s witty and funny and so incredibly well plotted and Carole’s voice sounds amazing, but honestly… that applies to all of her fics. She’s one of the most prolific writers and most amazing persons I know and I’m so glad that she’s still around in the fandom.

Summer Weather (In Three Parts) by silktaildwarf

Suga’s the first storm to blow through this town in years.

This fic kept me ony toes, holy shit. It was an absolute joy to read, especially because I never knew what’d come around the next corner.

breaking pattern, breaking ground by @pommetree
(Akaashi Keiji/Ennoshita Chikara) T

“He thought of progress, of going further, over a silent breakfast with Kazu and Hisashi. This is, technically, already a greater distance than he’s ever been. But as Chikara took the final bite of his tuna onigiri and waits now as one face in a milling crowd, he knows he wants more.”

Fresh from a bout with disappointment and self doubt, university second year violinist Ennoshita Chikara is thrust into the position of Concertmaster in the esteemed Shirobane Orchestra. Through music, he learns the significance of his new title and the importance of believing in himself - and meets an oboist who redefines and confirms what he knows.

This fic. Man. Blew my fucking mind. I still don’t even know what to say, I don’t think I ever commented on it. My brain still fries when I try to put it into words. Just do it. Read Winny’s writing. You won’t regret it.

the science of progress by @keikaku
(Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei) G

Tsukishima and Kageyama are going through special training for Tsukishima to become a wing spiker, but there are many difficulties on the road to success, starting with each other.

Marge has a way of characterising characters I love that leaves me speechless. And the way her words flow so clear and unhurried make me appreciate the visuals ever more.

A Song That I Know by @cmscribbles
(Ikejiri Hayato/Sawamura Daichi) G

In which touches of luck, coincidence, and an omnipresent, inaudibly ringing bell help some things come full circle in the end.

(And sometimes, a full circle is not an end at all.)

I wish I was able to write a fic this carefully and with that much dedication. It’s obvious how careful the author chose every word and that makes it such a musical experience, like a song or a beautiful melody.

The Book of Love by @anywayimnikki
(Bokuto Koutarou/Oikawa Tooru) T

“Hey, what’s the thickest book you have around here?”

In which Koutarou is pulled into an ongoing series of bets between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, Oikawa will be close to death’s door if he doesn’t sleep sometime soon and Koutarou tries his best to fill Oikawa’s seemingly random requests.

Watching this fic unfold was an amazing thing. I absolutely adore Nikki’s writing for a thousand reasons, but most of all because I always have to smile. Either that or I get my heart ripped out, but we’ve already seen in this list that I’m not averse to that ^^

how to love the hurricane by @companions
(Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru) T

In which Oikawa Tooru casually controls the weather systems in Miyagi and Iwaizumi doesn’t blink an eye.

God fucking dammit, Justine’s Iwaois are divine. There is no way around it. That’s just how it is. They are magical and warm and her charactirsations have influenced mine so much that I can’t possibly pull them apart anymore. If you want to give yourself a treat then read one of Justine’s fics. Or all of them. But be prepared, it could take a while.

life in his hands (the highest fall) by @neineinsteins
(Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou) M, WIP

a sunset, a summer, a shiver that simmers into a smile -

- or, medical student Kuroo Tetsurou falls in love with neighbourhood busker Bokuto Koutarou but first impressions are rose gold and happiness comes at a price.

I don’t usually care much about fic titles (maybe because I’m so careless with them myself) but this one… makes me shiver whenever I see it or think of it. And well, that’s definitely due to the story itself. I don’t even want to say anything else about it because I feel so overwhelmed from trying to put it into words. Reading Eliza’s fics (and especially this one) is like taking all my ship feels—and there are a lot, Bokuroo is my OTP—and compressing them into a small heavy ball in my stomach. Incredible.

The Accidental Renaissance of Zacharias Smith by @memordes
(Anthony Goldstein/Zacharias Smith) T, WIP

Being eighteen is like being given a year to make a mess of your life, put it back together, and come out the other end a better person. Easier said than done.

I have this one addition that I put last because this blog is mostly a HQ blog and this fic is very much NOT, but fuck me if I’d let this out. The way Isy leads you through a story is incredible. Of characters that are barely characterised in canon and that grow on you because she wants to. DAMN.

so i haven’t watched the actual show in MONTHS, because trauma, and I can’t keep going through that again and again with no resolution.  okay, maybe i tried to start over once, and stalled out early in s1.  it’s been since, like, april or may at the most recent since i’ve gotten the whole way through.

i started again yesterday, randomly at the end of a study in pink right when sherlock goes off with the cabby (because that’s where my netflix said i’d left off), and got through the end of belgravia.   and here are my thoughts, so far –

in asip, john is all super-impressed and flirty with sherlock, but he also (charmingly) calls sherlock on being an idiot, and has just shot a man for him, so when they walk off into the sunset to have dinner together sherlock’s all soft and smiley.

then in the blind banker, sherlock’s all “here’s my card let me use your laptop let’s go on cases and dates together” and john’s like “hey i got a job i got a girlfriend that’s my laptop wtf no we’re just colleagues.”  which is tragic enough to begin with.  but then general shan kidnaps john because of sherlock, because of how entwined sherlock’s tried to make their lives (”forgive me if i don’t take your word when you’re carrying sherlock’s debit card and check for £5,000″). 

I think that’s the point at which john visibly becomes sherlock’s pressure point.  and at the end of tbb, we see that shan has passed the whole story up the chain (and gets killed for her role in it).  so even if moriarty doesn’t put the evidence about john together until “jim from IT” meets them in the lab, he does still have that evidence.

then in the great game we have this scene (which I have already meta-ed about but cannot find said meta) -


(thanks to LSIT for the video!)

note john trying to step between jim and sherlock, like a bodyguard.  also note when jim slips his number under the dish, sherlock goes all slack-jawed and blinkyface, like he can’t process what just happened.  and of course, jim’s expression when sherlock doesn’t say goodbye, but john does, in a dismissive way to move jim along.  if sherlock noticed the underwear and the number under the dish, do you think he didn’t notice the body language between john and jim?

then comes the pool scene, and sherlock sees john in a semtex vest.  we have john jump on jim and jim squeal “GOOOD!!!!”  then jim and sherlock chat about burning the heart out of sherlock - “i’ve been reliably informed i don’t have one” and “we both know that’s not quite true.”

i think that’s where some of sherlock’s teenage sulking and bored toddler tantrums come from in late s1-early s2.  sherlock knows, the more he gets involved with john, the more danger john’s in.  and yet, he’s all full of these weird intense feelings he doesn’t know what to do with, because they almost died together and john agreed to die with him and john offered to blow moriarty up for him and let him run and he already liked him to begin with and now this, damn it.  so the wall takes a pounding.

oooooon the other hand. 

now that i’ve had a few months to read meta and let s3 settle, i’ve kind of gotten the knack of seeing the show from sherlock’s POV.  granted, sherlock’s POV isn’t the primary POV for s1 and s2, john is our entry point into the story and our primary sympathetic character.  but now that i’ve developed some skills from s3 and from fic writing, i can definitely see sherlock’s POV even in s1 and s2… and, dear god it is KILLING me.

i’m not saying trash-john (although I’m not NOT saying it either, lol), because i think it’s less his general spiky angry nature, and more his dysfunctional expression of worry for and about Sherlock.  but here is what john’s worry looks like to sherlock - JESUS CHRIST WTF I’M NOT GAY WE’RE COLLEAGUES NOT A DATE WHAT ARE YOU DOING SPECTACULARLY IGNORANT NOT GOOD HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE ABOUT THE HOSTAGES BTW WE SEARCHED YOUR ROOM FOR DRUGS BECAUSE YOU’RE A MESS WHO CAN’T BE TRUSTED AND ALL YOU DO IS DISAPPOINT US AND HURT OUR FEELINGS YOU MACHINE.  and john’s shrew mouth only gets worse as reichenbach goes on, that’s when it first became noticeable to me.  i had no idea it dates back to s1e2, though.

and sherlock can’t even try to correct any of john’s terrible impressions of him as far as being a freak and a psychopath, and in fact probably encourages john to have them, because keeping john at arm’s length keeps him safe. 

(let alone the confusing business of things going so well the night john shot the cabby, and now suddenly he’s mr. not-gay going on dates and panicking whenever sherlock touches him – even to strip a bomb off him after they’ve wordlessly agreed to die together.  talk about mixed messages.  sherlock’s probably like, did i read him wrong?  i couldn’t have, so where did this come from?  maybe he regrets coming on to me even a little bit now that he thinks i’m a freak, so he’s over-killing it the other way to pretend it didn’t happen?)

then john and sherlock go to irene’s, and the americans almost kill john again.  That, more than anything irene related or even simple confused pining for john, is the reason i think he goes into that long black funk of composing and not eating.  it’s another terrifying close-call for john that was absolutely 100% sherlock’s fault (sherlock thinks).

i forget who suggested it, but some brilliant person realized that after irene and john talked in the warehouse, sherlock wanders off to do drugs.  that’s why he comes home with blurry-vision,

and why he’s so super-violent when he finds mrs. hudson being held hostage by the same americans who threatened to shoot john (”don’t appall me when i’m high”).  and yeah, the drugs theory makes sense if you consider that he overheard john basically admitting to feelings of some kind for sherlock, which is simultaneously the best and the worst thing sherlock could possibly hear, but then violently denying it in the next breath. 

maybe he hasn’t quite thought in words yet that he should probably just remove himself from john’s life entirely, but it’s a big moment towards that eventual decision.  not only is his presence in john’s life putting john in danger, apparently they’re just making each other miserable.  because, like has happened with everybody before john, sherlock is such a shitty human being that even the few people who really care about him end up regretting it.  there was such potential with john and sherlock was really hoping, but it looks like he screwed it up with john the way he screws it up with everybody, and on top of it, this shitty toxic friendship is actually putting john’s life in danger.  and yet, sherlock loves john (whether he articulates it to himself so clearly at this early stage or not, and i think it’s possible) so it’s killing him to even think about walking away.

and then in the final confrontation with mycroft and irene, sherlock has it hammered into him that his distraction with sentiment is what ruined bond air, right?  of course, i think it was his distraction with john, and specifically john’s life being in danger because of him, and not irene at all.  but i’m not sure mycroft entirely knows what’s been going on in that funny old head until sherlock blurts out “john watson may think love’s a mystery to me…” and then mycroft hauls john into a cafe to talk about sherlock’s heart.

speaking of “john watson may think love’s a mystery to me, but it’s a chemical defect on the losing side,” the most obvious explanation for him to say that is “the perfect detecting machine is a mind with NO, in general, in the abstract, emotional attachments, a principle that i strive to live up to all the time, with no specific reference to anyone i may have just named randomly for no reason.” which is an attitude he may in fact be hoping irene reports up to jim.  but you realize what he’s saying to himself is, “john may not know why i’m doing this, but i am not going to get so distracted by my feelings for him that he dies because i missed something in this damn game with moriarty,” right?  (and what’s his divine karmic retribution going to be, for jinxing himself with this promise? what’s this the set-up for, to be called back to later in the narrative?  GARRIDEBS.  i can feeeeel it.)

okay and one last thing - when moriarty texts mycroft about bond air, and mycroft is sitting at a table with his jacket off drinking, there is actual TERROR in mycroft’s eyes at some points.  this is MYCROFT.  and he is TERRIFIED. 

i want to make sure i’m stressing that enough.  because what is mycroft’s pressure point again?

i believe in the deepest depths of my soul that we haven’t seen ALL of this plotline yet.  either jim and mycroft texted more than we saw, with explicit threats to sherlock, or mycroft’s holmesian brain picked up an implied threat that jim knew he’d pick up.  and i guarantee you after irene was dispensed with, mycroft hauled sherlock in and said “we need to come up with a plan to deal with moriarty once and for all, this cannot continue.” 

i have more thoughts, but this is a way bigger wall of text than i intended already, and i’m not even CLOSE to finished with my re-watch yet.  i just wanted to get this much down on paper before it swirled away…

Arrow - The Climb - Episode Review

If there’s one thing we need to learn from tonight’s episode, it would be that no matter what, a TV show can always surprise you and bring your emotions at their maximum. All of us pretty much knew what was about to happen. The likelihood of Oliver dying was so high that it was almost an expectation. What we didn’t expect is the intensity, the pain and the beauty of a final scene that we somehow foreshadowed. The same way Oliver climbs this mountain, the Arrow Winter Finale brings us to a peak of emotion.


Oliver is used to seeing people coming back from the dead. Sara, Slade, Malcolm. Maseo coming back in the LOA in comparison is a light surprise for Oliver. As the episode remains really vague on what happened to Maseo’s family, we have all the reasons to believe that his family or at least his wife has been murdered by China White. The second half of the season will show us more of this but for now, we can only expect the worst for these people who have been for a few weeks Oliver’s family. Pain and revenge look like obvious reasons for Maseo to forget his name and give his soul to the demon, creating an antinomy with Oliver’s persona. Maseo remains one of these characters that we can’t yet categorize. Is he evil or is a part of Maseo still alive? My bet is on him being our hero’s best chance for the rest of season.

Malcolm Merlyn showed the amplitude of his manipulative talent tonight. This man is capable of using his own daughter to get what he wants. He doesn’t hesitate to make her a murderer, to kill a friend, ruining her soul in the process, to get rid of Ra’s-Al-Ghul. Malcolm doesn’t care about anything but himself. He may love his daughter somehow but just like he did with Tommy, he needs her to be on his side, she needs to be part of a bigger picture to actually have a reason to be. As opposed to Oliver, who doesn’t ask anything to his sister but to be loved by him. Like Maseo, we are clearly not done with Merlyn. When Oliver faces the fury of the League of Assassins for protecting Merlyn, this one doesn’t hesitate to send Oliver to a predictable death. He has no honor and will have to pay for it. We are seeking revenge.

As Felicity is Oliver’s light, Sara was Nyssa’s. Without her, our favourite member of the LOA is nothing else than a cold-blood killer, seeking revenge and death. Her entire humanity is now gone and she doesn’t even care about honoring Sara’s memory. She represents the path that Oliver decided not to choose. Oliver chose love, Nyssa chose death. They loved the same person but Sara’s impact on their lives has been diametrically different. The friend she could have been to Oliver is dead, replaced by the stoned-face and determined heir of the demon.


This is the biggest surprise of the day! Well, almost the biggest surprise… Thea being Sara’s killer. My first reaction was denial. How can someone like Thea could kill Sara? Oliver was right, she’s a liar and she’s now close to Malcolm Merlyn but she is NOT a killer.

Thea showed us at the beginning of the episode a genuine surprise when learning about Sara’s death. This was the sign that she was the killer. I couldn’t help but letting out a “no, please, you’re not a killer” while watching the cemetery scene. Why would the writers bring her at the cemetery and meet Laurel if it was not to give the viewer the tool to believe that Thea, despite all the evidence pilling up against her, was not Sara’s killer. Not intentionally at least. The writers helped us thinking further than the obvious and to believe that Thea still had this innocence in her. They emphasized it with the Christmas spirit taking over Thea. How can this lovely girl decorating the Christmas tree for her and her brother be able to kill someone in cold blood? It was kind of one of these moves that makes your brain go crazy and your heart explode.

Unfortunately, the reality can’t be changed and Thea is Sara’s killer. She’s not the brain who thought the murder but she’s the arm that shot the arrow. She is physically responsible for her death and sooner or later, she will have to face the consequences of her act. She took a life and this has impacted her soul. I’m somehow glad that Roy and Thea will have to face this together. Both of them have a really similar path this season and I’m eager to see how they will help each other and get closer through the acceptation of being responsible for someone’s death. Neither of them were themselves when they deprived their victim of their most precious good but both of them lost a bit of their soul doing so. Hopefully, their love for each other will make them feel complete again.


Being a hero doesn’t necessarily mean saving the city. Beyond that, Oliver is tonight a hero because he’s willing to save what’s the most important to him. His family. His sister. Oliver is a hero tonight because he puts his sister before himself. He forgets what he is and what he represents for a lot of people and focuses on saving one person. For love.

Even if the evidence pile up against Thea, Oliver does not believe she’s a killer. He chooses not to believe the members of his team, his closest firends - creating an inevitable tension between them – to believe his feelings and emotions instead. When a lot of people see this as a weakness, I think this is Oliver’s strength. Oliver shows us here that he’s not the Arrow. That he is still human. That he still wants to believe that there’s good in the people he knows and loves. Oliver shows us that his family allows him to stay alive. This and Felicity… but Felicity comes later… hold on to it!

Even after his confrontation with her sister, the realization that she’s not what he thought she was, he still believes she’s worth fighting for. Because of love. Because she’s his sister.

She lies to him. But Oliver lies to her every day. This doesn’t mean he loves her less because of his lies and his own experience makes him see further than her own betrayal towards him. She deserves to be saved because her only goal has always been to protect him from what she has become and keep him safe.


This episode is clearly Oliver-centered but if you look closer, there’s a massive learning curve for Felicity regarding love. In this episode, Felicity faces how painful and intense love can be. Her first experience will be through Ray’s own suffering. His love for his fiancée (I was right about that – my theory was that he lost his wife somehow… I almost had it right!) made him look for something else to be. Be a stronger person to help people around him, to prevent people from losing what’s the most important to them. Ray is a good guy. He might be socially awkward, border line creepy but there’s good inside him. The worst in life brought the best out of him. Remind you of someone? Yes, I know… Let’s go back to Felicity. Through Ray’s story, Felicity foresees what Oliver tries to avoid. Losing the person you love, losing a part of yourself and losing yourself at the same time. The disastrous experience of love ending in the most violent and definitive way : death.

I’m almost afraid to admit it but the writers are creating parallel here. On top of the one developed around Thea and Roy around murder, the writers are developing a really similar story for Ray and Felicity. Ray lost the love of his life. Felicity lost the love of her life. I’m afraid where that will lead, I’m afraid they will share the same pain, I’m afraid that will bring them together. I’m terrified guys. I usually don’t bring too many emotions in my writing but this time, I have to. I’m not ready for this. Just like I said, the worst things can bring the best in people. Felicity and Ray would almost be able to build something beautiful out of their respective pain and loss. Blew up by Oliver’s return for sure but real nonetheless.

My heart broke a little when Felicity let this out : “I can think of one [who regrets kissing me]”. Dear sweetheart, he doesn’t regret kissing you. He regrets he can’t be with you. He will never regret this kiss. He thought about your kiss in his last moments. You brought life to him through this kiss, Felicity.

I’m not sure I’m ready to comment on this Olicity Scene… Okay, let’s do this.

The writers chose to set up this scene in a familiar environment, where Oliver and Felicity got to get closer, got to know each other and to fall in love with each other. Their entire story belongs here but it’s surprisingly enough the first time they express their love in the Arrow cave. The Arrow’s life and Oliver Queen’s life merge together when it comes to Felicity. There’s no one without the other.

As the Arrow or as Oliver Queen, our hero still can’t lie to Felicity. She sees clearly through his lies and she can see the danger he’s about to get exposed to. She knows she’s about to lose him if he doesn’t win. To save him, to allow him to come back to her and to build a life he would have ever dreamed of, she gives up on her biggest battle: She wants Oliver to kill Ra’s-Al-Ghul. She wants this over. Marc Guggemheim teased that this scene would be OOC for Felicity. I don’t think it is. She wants to save the man she loves, she wants him to be away from the danger and she knows there’s no other way than killing Ras-Al-Ghul to achieve this purpose. She shows him all her support and all her love at this critical moment, proving him that she will never doubt him. By doing so, she admits that there’s only one person she loves. HIM. Not the Arrow, not Oliver Queen. Just him. Just the man he is, somewhere between the two, somewhere where their love and humanity is. Oliver himself doesn’t know who he is. But what defines him is love. Love for his family.

And finally his love for her. When Oliver approaches a dual that could lead to death, this is how he defines himself, though love. He’s not the Arrow anymore. He’s a hero.

As a hero, he gives up everything that he could aspire to to save his sister. He limits himself to a forehead kiss.A long, painful and meaningful forehead kiss but he doesn’t go any further. He limits the physical contact with Felicity when he could take it all and cross the limit with her. He doesn’t. Felicity either.

I can understand why some of us could be frustrated by the lack of reaction from Felicity. This was my first reaction too : “do something!! Fight for him!!”. BUT think about what Felicity just said : “I’m not gonna ask you to stay”. Oliver is facing the most terrifying threat, he needs to be focused at 100%. He needs to go without any regrets and Felicity understands this. She won’t hold him back. She removes herself from the equation. He’s going to fight for Thea. This is what he’s fighting for. He can’t fight for Felicity. If he did, he would realize what he could lose by losing the dual. He could lose a lifetime with her, he could lose her forever and this would lead to fear sneaking in Oliver’s heart. He doesn’t need any fear to cloud his judgment. The risk is too high. This is the reason why Felicity doesn’t do anything. Because she can’t weaken him when he needs her to be strong. For him. For a them to exist eventually.


The battle scene is by far the most painful scene we have had to watch in Arrow. We fear for Oliver, we fear for his life, for what it would mean for him to lose. We suffer as he does, we always have and we always will. Unfortunately, there’s not a single moment I actually believe Oliver could win. From the beginning, it was obvious that Ra’s-Al-Ghul was the strongest and that Oliver would not win this one. I hoped, I prayed for him to escape, to find a way to stay alive. There’s no way out with the League of Assassins.Your soul need to be ready for the worst. Because the worst happened. 

Oliver is defeated. His humanity failed him. His face is full of rage and anger when Ra’s-Al-Ghul is impassible. There’s nothing human left in him. Oliver hasn’t reached that point yet and he’s the weakest.

As Ra’s-Al-Ghul run his sword through him, Oliver holds on to his humanity one last time. He holds on to the light for one more second. He holds on to what matters to him : His father, his mother, his sister and finally Felicity. He holds on to love, love that has defined him during his entire journey and makes him a hero until the very last moment.