#dust2dust34

[so-caffeinated]

BookQueen is well underway. More than 1k down and soon-to-be filthy, so I handed it off to @dust2dust34 because she thrives with this.

SO... next is Ameliam or multi-ship and I'm debating where to start.

[dust2dust34]

Blood Hands (28/28), Olicity, Explicit - COMPLETE

(Thank you so much for going with me on this journey! I’m so honored you all stuck with me, and enjoyed this retelling. Please enjoy a glimpse into their future!)

“Look at that, I’m cooking!”

Oliver chuckled where he stood behind Felicity, his arms wrapped around her, his hands covering hers - one holding the spoon, the other on the handle of the pan. He curled around her, setting his chin on her shoulder.

“And they said it would never work,” Felicity said as he moved her hand to mix in the last pinch of spices. “If only they could see me now…”

The boiling noodles caught his attention.

His smile slowly dimmed as he watched them twist and turn in a violent tempest of movement.

Much like the last several months had felt.

For a blissful couple of days after everything with Anatoly and the Bratva, Oliver had let himself believe things might be okay. Not only had they stopped the trafficking operations in Starling City, they had caught most of the members still at the gala in Central City. While getting charges to stick to the people there had been near impossible, they had saved all the people being held there against their will.

They came out the other side intact, more or less, but more than that, stronger.

Until Felicity told him they should keep their relationship secret.

For the company’s sake, she said, for his family’s sake. With Isabel breathing down his neck, he understood her logic. But he hadn’t liked it. Not one bit. After everything they survived, everything they shared, he didn’t want to hide. He wanted to shout from the goddamn rooftops that he loved this woman and she loved him. But he agreed. For a while, he told himself.

Instead of making things easier, though, everything went downhill fucking fast.

Dealing with Sara, looking at her and feeling like he was looking in a mirror, seeing all the darkness he’d lived in when he first came back to Starling City. Laurel’s slide into substance abuse and lashing out at everyone around her. Goddamn Barry Allen popping into their lives. His crumbling relationship with Thea. Then there was his mother. Oliver’s chest squeezed tight, and he closed his eyes. The lies, the deceit, then the stunningly blinding truth that she knew about the Arrow, followed by the hope that he finally might fix things with his family…

Only for Slade to take it all away.

Oliver bit his tongue so hard tears burned his eyes.

The urge to shut down and step away until the ache dulled was still alive and well inside him, but he didn’t give into it.

Not this time. Not anymore.

Not after he’d almost pushed Felicity away for good.

The hardest part of the shitstorm their lives had turned into was losing her. Before, with the Bratva, it had been a conscious choice, but with hiding their relationship from the world, with all the outside pressures, with his past coming back to hurt them again…

It happened so slowly that he hadn’t even noticed the signs until it was too late.

Looking back, they were obvious. The most glaring, though, was she stopped telling him she loved him every day. She had always made a point of it. Until she didn’t. Because he had stopped saying it. It started with a quiet, “Me too,” and then a kiss, and then… nothing. Some part of him had seen it happening. That secret, hidden part riddled with doubts and anxiety and worries had grown louder, telling him he was losing the most important thing in his life because he couldn’t be trusted with it. That he was failing, that things hadn’t changed, that he was only hurting her. In reality, he did the one thing he promised he would never do:

He let go.

They broke, and he delivered the final blow when he walked away to give himself up to Slade.

But she hadn’t given up on him. With every reason in the world to walk away herself, she stayed, kept fighting, and it wasn’t until the clock tower he realized he was doing it again - trying to make her see him how he saw himself, forcing her to leave him.

She didn’t.

Oliver would never understand how he got so lucky to have her in his life.

Felicity was the light - she always had been, always would be - and he’d willingly given it up.

Again.

“It’s really smart, the way you outfoxed him. I can only imagine what he thought when he saw that video. You and me. Talk about unthinkable-”

“The only thing that’s unthinkable is not being with you.”

“Hey.” Felicity elbowed him gently in the stomach. “You with me?”

(read the rest on AO3)

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[ohmypreciousgirl]

dust2dust34 replied to your post: what the fuck happened to tumblr and what is this...

absolute fuckery that’s what it is - thankfully there’s already an xkit extension to bring back the old blue!

bless them all, gonna download it cause it’s hurting my old eyes

[demberly]

Was tagged by the ever lovely, @epiccaptainswan How old are you: 34

Surgeries: One

Tattoos: None

Ever hit a deer: Nope, but I know of a few that have.

Sang karaoke: Yes.

Ice skated: Not really.

Ridden a motorcycle: Yes.

Ridden in an ambulance: Yes.

Skipped school: Yes.

Stayed in the hospital: Yes.

Broken bones: Nope

Last phone call: My Aunt.

Last text from: My Cousin.

Watched someone die: Sorta.

Pepsi or coke: Pepsi.

Favourite pie: Apple.

Favourite pizza: Mac and Cheese Pizza from Gatti’s.

Favourite season: Winter

Received a ticket: Almost, but they were after a different person with the same model, Second time was a travel to the hospital we had a 911 text and had to get over there quickly when my Grams was dying and they escorted us instead.

Favourite colour: Blue.

Sunset or sunrise: Sunset

Favourite Christmas song:  Silent Night

Cupcakes or cookies: Both.

I tag @birdiebobbi @kendaspntwd, @sparklingxgrey, @rosestormborn, @dancewithmejensen, @dust2dust34, @eyes-of-a-disney-princess, @ladyofragequit

[fandammit]

Oh myyyyyyy goodness "Loss like the sharp edges of a knife" is such a damn good story. I love the way you write Frank, you capture that softness that we saw in The Punisher SO DAMN WELL. Every other paragraph I'm clutching at my heart. Thank you so much for writing!

Thank YOU so much for reading! I love getting messages like this. One, because I love hearing from y’all that what I write is actually worthwhile and two, because it motivates me to get to working on the next section! Which I now am, btw! It features Curtis, more Mrs. Abaya and of course a few more gifts between Karen and Frank! 

[prophetkristy]

OK but Bre's tags though:

#this fucks me RIGHT UP #arrow #he's just... so soft #so quiet #so gentle about it #this fuckin' guy can murder an entire crowd #but look at him here with felicity #a puddle of goo #a murderous puddle of goo

oliver + looking at felicity

[stephemamell]

[arleendoeswords]

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[sarcasticfina]

My Tumblr Crushes:

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fic rec 2016 - fics that own my ass

I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, but saying that real life is a bit hectic lately would be a huge understatement. This year has been a challenge and a struggle, and I can honestly say one of the bright constants through the whole time were both fics and fanfic writers. 

Also, I want to say I have read a lot of fics this year. And I mean A LOT, and there were so many amazing ones, which is why I usually shy away from these kind of recs in fear I’ll write a list that’s going to turn out way too long, or that I’ll accidentally forget someone. 

However, there are a few stories I feel the need to mention, because as the title suggests, these fics seem to own my ass. Big time. 

Every single one of these hit me like all the best books always do, right in the gut. They tell you you’re not alone, or show you the mistake you unknowingly keep repeating, or describe a feeling you yourself cannot find words for, or just run you over with the sheer amount of feelings that overwhelm you. And I needed all of that, this year maybe more than ever.

(Also, a huge part of this post was obviously written before 2017 started. It was supposed to be posted before too, but my chaotic schedule and a bad cold delayed my perfect plan a bit.)

(This turned out to be a long post, so I’m putting the rest after the cut)

The Predator by @supersillyanddorky06​ (WIP)

Now, Matty knows (in great detail) exactly how obsessed I am about this story. She and her stories were the reason I stepped out of my closet lurkdom and onto this wild ride called tumblr. 

There are many people who share my love for The Predator. I mean, there’s hate, there’s heat, intrigue, mystery, danger, sex.. Every chapter raises intensity to the next level.

But there is so much more than that, so many layers of both story and characters that Matty keeps feeding us drop by drop, making us thirsty for more.  

All Worthy Places by @yellowflicker09011996 (finished)

This one has a special place in my heart for so many reasons. 

What Anita has done with the season 5 and how she painted Felicity’s healing journey broke me again and again. 

This story is painful to read at times (to put it mildly), it hurts your soul as it goes, takes you places where you feel helpless and desperate, takes you to a place so dark you are not sure you’ll be able to find your way out. (spoiler alert: you do. Felicity does. Because this kind of healing takes time, and the show will never even come close to it as detailed and nuanced as Anita did. I’d recommend this to anyone struggling with (parts of) current season. It’s cathartic, it’ll make you cry, it’ll break your heart. But it will heal it in the end and it will be so worth it. 

Incedent Proposal by @ruwithmeguys (WIP)

This one is.. unlike any Olicity fic I have ever read. It is brutal. And I mean brutal. The whole premise of the story is unimaginable, but yet.. once you start reading it, it sucks you in and there’s no coming back. 

It is dark and vicious and cruel and violent; definitely not for the faint of heart. Chapters are long (such a delicious treat for a fic lover!) and I’m very glad this one’s not finished yet, because I’d be tempted to binge read it, but believe me when I say, binge reading this one would definitely be unhealthy. Some recovery time between chapters is very much needed.

What Wouldn’t I Do by @ruwithmeguys (WIP)

Now, this one wasn’t even supposed to be here. Because I haven’t even started reading it until three days ago, plus I told myself I’d only put one story per author. 

But I devoured it in the last three days and my dear god. It is so very emotional, so crazy and intense and soft; the fighting scenes will make you want to bite your fingernails and some other scenes will melt your heart, some will make you raging mad, some will make you giggle. 

It’s only missing the last chapter and Jessica cannot write it soon enough.

(additional note: I know there are people who would not appreciate the portrayal of both Lance sisters in this story because they are not painted in the best light, so if that might be an issue for you, just skip this one)

Blood Hands by @dust2dust34 (WIP)

This may not be a new story, but judging from Bre’s scarce appearance on twitter, and her occasional mentions od NaNoWriMo and Blood Hands (not to mention that whole refurbishment thing from a few weeks ago) I’m absolutely sure that she’s cooking up something amazing and I cannot wait to start reading it. 

(I may or may not have re-read Blood Hands a few times by now)

I’m still putting it on my 2016 list because it does own my ass, and I will wait for updates as long as it takes. (Bre, I found more than one white hair in the past year. Please, don’t make me go all grey before you finish Blood Hands)

Forever Is Composed of Nows (finished) and Pieces of Always (WIP) by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34

I never thought (and never wanted) to be sucked into the whole kids/next generations kind of fic. Ever. But this was written by Janis and Bre, and at the beginning there was that delicious season 2 UST, so there was no choice to make; of course I started reading it when the first chapter was posted. I haven’t stopped ever since. Every new chapter made my Monday feel less like a Monday, and for a grumpy such as me that says a lot.

Now their split timeline has become my second canon (if we take the show canon as the first one). Somewhere, sometime, in one of these realities, things happened just like these two described in their story. 

(I have no idea how I’d react if Oliver and Felicity ever got a kid (or kids) on the show and call them anything but Jules, or Ellie or Nate. I love those kids as if they are my own. And William, a adore that boy too!)

After more than 50 chapters under my belt, after all the plot twists, all the tension, angst, tears (god, the tears), it’s fascinating what has become the distinctive feeling I associate with this fic - the feeling of sheer warmth and love. Reading each new chapter fills me time and again with the same fuzzy happiness around my heart that makes me want to hug all the people just because.

Do not misinterpret that this means this is a fluffy fic. It is not (even if there are some fluffy parts). At least not if fluff is what you’re after. After so long, I am smarter than to read any of the chapters in public or without a box of tissues nearby, so consider yourself warned.

I am forever subscribed to this verse, and looking forward to all those multichapter sequels Janis and Bre promised. 

I just want to send a huge panda hug and an even bigger THANK YOU to all of you amazing people/writers. You’ve made my year special with your astonishing stories and’ll be forever grateful for that! 

[so-caffeinated]

I’m writing and I’m like... “You can pry my italics from my cold dead hands.”

And @dust2dust34 is over here editing like “’Cold dead hands.’”

[dust2dust34]

Blood Hands (22/28), Olicity, Explicit

Heads turned when they walked into the Central City Art Museum.

Oliver pulled Felicity further into his side as his eyes darted around the large room. The ceiling boasted a soaring glass dome and ornate architecture that spoke to another time. But the present was evident in the upgraded lighting and the refurbished marble floors. Art and statues interspersed the crowded space, save for one corner where a string quartet played softly. It was all a beautiful contrast to the black and white theme of the night.

He didn’t see any of it.

Oliver glanced around for a familiar face and saw none.

That didn’t mean they didn’t know him. Or her.

Although he knew why some eyes lingered, why others did double takes.

The woman at his side was a vision. Her softer-than-butter satin white dress was off-the-shoulder, the thick straps falling low on her arms, leaving the bodice to hang perfectly off the corset, giving just a hint of the cleavage he knew hid under there. The dress fell into a slight train, and a high slit showed her lush thigh with each step. Heels made of straps and crystals matched the little clutch she carried, completing the picture.

She looked untouchable.

Just how he wanted her.

She walked with a quiet confidence he wasn’t sure she even knew she had. Her ever-ready smile stayed in place as she nodded at people who couldn’t keep their eyes off her. To them, she was as elegant and sleek as anyone else they’d see tonight. More so, even.

Only he knew the nervous energy that danced inside her after that horrible video.

Pride that she was still here - still standing, so damn strong in the face of everything wrong - warred with rage. His fingers tingled with the need to rip Vasily’s head off.

He had to find him first.

And he would.

The promise of violence kept him genial as they worked their way through the crowd. Tables with elegant flowers and low-burning candles scattered the floor close to the statues. They found an empty one.

Felicity set her clutch down, but she didn’t let it go, gripping it with bone-white fingers.

It made the ring stand out in stark relief.

Despite himself, a thrill shot through him. He knew it was ridiculous, and stupid even, but he couldn’t ignore that the sight of it pleased him. The thrill was like when she’d asked him to mark her, not knowing what she was asking, what it meant, or how much he wanted to do it. God, how he wanted to. He shouldn’t want it as much as he did, but the need lingered even now, just under the surface. But only for him. He would never put her through the humiliating ordeal of parading a goddamn bite mark around like he knew some men did.

But she could wear his ring.

Mine.

Oliver tightened his fingers at her waist. When all he felt was the hardness of the corset, he smoothed his hand up to the bare skin of her upper back.

Felicity shuddered and rolled her shoulders.

Almost like she was trying to get away from him.

Oliver froze. Was the video the final straw? His stomach dropped as the thought hit him like a battering ram. That fucker Vasily knew exactly what he was doing. Of course it frightened her. Of course it disgusted her. She had pulled herself together so quickly, though, so fully, calling the women back in to finish up. But he hadn’t missed how her eyes never strayed back to the tablet he’d smashed in the sink. The one playing on a loop of her bedroom being invaded with her right there.

Because of him.

Oliver bit back a curse and curled his hand away from her.

She shuddered again and turned her head to him. “Don’t.”

His heart stopped. “Don’t touch you?”

“No.” Felicity shifted closer. “Don’t stop.”

(read the rest on AO3)

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[ohmypreciousgirl]

#okay naty girl naattyyy#WHY YOU DOIN THIS TO ME#I DID NOT ASK FOR THESE FEELS @dust2dust34

be grateful that you’re not @infinisei who has been listening to me outline emotional kastle scenes all night and is reading the frank’s character study on his love for karen and maria ahahaha

right now this story just led me to another one that will be frank’s pov of karen’s struggle and how he tries to fix it - because lbh frank would try actions at first up until it didn’t work and he needed to be explicit

that he is all in

that he truly loves her

that even before they weren’t together he put her in a place of importance of his friend’s wife, okay?

that’s how much frank loves her and ahesdkjhsdkghasjdjahsdhkjahfkj I’M GONNA DO IT :D

P.S.: if you’re interested and want to be part of writing process of my fic, it’d be great. i need always a new pairs of eyes and it’s a new fandom so many different opinions are always great and i trust ur great taste ahahaha ♥

[sovvannight]

Olicity Smut Recs from Twitter 10/2020

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6727867

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9711335

archiveofourown.org/works/4618551 

archiveofourown.org/works/12116925 

archiveofourown.org/works/4102045

archiveofourown.org/works/2057757 

archiveofourown.org/works/6459118 

archiveofourown.org/works/3556271 

archiveofourown.org/works/5382263 

archiveofourown.org/works/22520563 

archiveofourown.org/works/5105783 

archiveofourown.org/works/4090495

archiveofourown.org/works/20056390 

archiveofourown.org/works/10938729

archiveofourown.org/works/8015125 

archiveofourown.org/works/10676223

archiveofourown.org/works/10248983

got tired of copying out the images, so here’s the rest from that thread:

a game of cat and mouse by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/10073753

favors by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/9121867

  everything you want by @felicityollies / https://archiveofourown.org/works/7896064 

haematocrit by @lexiblackbriar / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24376435 

haematophagia by @lexiblackbriar / https://archiveofourown.org/works/23735176 

always been you @olicitysbett / https://archiveofourown.org/works/22617319 

core curriculum series by @dettiot / https://archiveofourown.org/series/254224

shatter by thebaroness / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2199108

grind by ladychi / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1080980

the new normal by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5652889

  sweating our confessions by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24075433 

i know i don’t know you (but i want you so bad) by @sarcastic_fina https://archiveofourown.org/works/1156148 

(find a place where) happiness begins by @smoaksmile / https://archiveofourown.org/works/24862117 

(your love is) always on my mind by @smoaksmile / https://archiveofourown.org/works/23028616 

will that be all, mr. queen? by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1057537 

oxytocin by rosietwiggs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1224181 

little black dresses and king-sized messes by MachaSWicket / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4082824/ 

what’s your fantasy? series by chasethewind / https://archiveofourown.org/series/52758 

dare to touch by smoaknbabs / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4599042 

model behavior by chasethewind / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4603140 

devil’s backbone by anthfan / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795345 

remove all doubt by puzzledhats / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1107263? 

don't you just love the desire taking hold of you (well, I can tell you do) by sarcastic_fina / https://archiveofourown.org/works/1183355 

four walls (of law firms and honey) by @dust2dust34 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3982066 

the way you make me feel (i call it love) by smkkbert / https://archiveofourown.org/works/8498329 

the strings we attach by kwrites / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5368454? 

dream a little, dream of me by seetheskyaboveus / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4772999 

oblivion (is calling out your name) by seetheskyaboveus / ch 6 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/3103742/ 

twelve hours by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/12378546 

no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin by @callistawolf / https://archiveofourown.org/works/8436772 

helping hand by izzyface / https://archiveofourown.org/works/11391354 

dropping towel by acheaptrickandacheesyoneline / https://archiveofourown.org/works/9715457

technical awareness and DIGITal input by sailorslayer3641 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/4048378

  make you feel that lovin’ by icouldbuildacastle / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3791956 

heat wave by mdchica83 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364593 

another kind of island by emmilyne / https://archiveofourown.org/works/5943487 

the arrangement by anythingbutplatonic / https://archiveofourown.org/works/6729256 

taste of your poison paradise by hoodiesandcomputers / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3149957 

watching, waiting, wanting, wishing by nightkeepyr / https://archiveofourown.org/works/3668634 

[kai-winchester-66]

Even though I have tons of fics to read imma about to dive into reading @dust2dust34’s Blood Hands Olicity fic because a tiktok regarding it caught my attention and I am intrigued 👀