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Susie plays Calvinball with Death. Excellent.

Felicity arranges a quiet Christmas getaway for Ollie. Diggle helps. Lovely, quiet, melancholy OT3 story.

A lovely post-series slice of life story. Um, I guess to say more would be spoiling the series.

Bebel's never made a secret of what she wanted. Oh, yes, this is what I wanted at the end of the book.

If you have ever wanted dirtybadwronghot Bruce/Steph with D/s undertones, then have I got a story for you! This is superhot and since I felt for Steph and wanted to slap Bruce a good part of the time, it's also in character! It was the same the next night, and the night after that, and every night until Tim came home. He had her kneel on a rooftop dressed as Spoiler, in the cave out by the batmobile, in the kitchen when Alfred was out picking up groceries. She did it every time, without question, not sure whether she should hate herself for it, hate Bruce or both of them. Then Tim was back and she thought maybe it would stop but whenever they met there was a moment when he’d look at her just so and suddenly she understood that he didn’t have to say a word anymore, and she didn’t have to kneel. He’d trained her. She did as he said. She still remembers how that felt.

Alison grins widely at him, and Felix gets this weird jolt of memory, recalling a ten-year-old Sarah winning a netball game in school, before they moved to Canada. Alison is so foreign, so new, and yet she’s family in a way he can’t shake. Maybe that’s why they’ve become such fast friends. Maybe not. Felix will never know. Felix and Alison's weird friendship is one of my favorite things about Orphan Black, and this story captures exactly why. It's hilarious and then it hits you in the feels when you're not expecting it.

Dig and Felicity attempt to seduce Oliver, with varying results. hee!

She gets the text at two pm on a Tuesday. KIDNAPPED NINJAS WARWICK HOTEL BRING BACKUP BATTERY DYING CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT Kate and Lucky to the rescue! Hilarity ensues.

“You’re going to sit there until I fall asleep, aren’t you? Staring me into submission.” “You wanted to be alone. In Hawkeye logic, that means you don’t want to be alone. So I’m going to sit here, yes.” She slipped her hand under the edge of the covers and took his, holding it firmly, thumb brushing over the back. “But if you tell anybody I’ve gone soft and tucked you in, I’ll mix castor oil into your still.” “Blasphemer.” Really lovely look at Hawkeye and Margaret's friendship. The ending definitely made me tear up. *sniff*

Really lovely coda to the movie, where Aaron and Marta learn to stop running and start living.

Missing scene from The Flying Fish Zombification. The Middleman teaches Wendy the devil's dance. Gets the voices spot on.

She shoved a handful of bills at Ida. “Chocolate,” she hissed again. Ida exited the car. As she approached the door to the store, Roxy yelled out, “Donuts! They’re as close as you can get to eating a human soul!” Ida ignored the stares of the patrons pumping gas as she entered the convenience store. Roxy kidnaps Ida for help, and MM and Wendy cover for her back at Middleman HQ. Hilarious and really captures the voices and the vibe of the show.

"Hugh Hefner called. He wants his robe back," Danny said. "You're a liar and a thief. Never make that comparison again." Lovely, bantery first time for Danny and Rusty.

Natalie's in a mood and Dan doesn't even know why he's being punished. This is adorable.

Jeremy keeps chickening out on proposing to Natalie. Adorable!

Really lovely, slow-growing Ashburn/Mullins.

"A serial killer's den? You keep grenades in your fridge, Mullins. Grenades!" Shannon sniffed. "Adds character," she said implacably. "Unlike your fridge full of yogurt and orange juice. God. It's like a fucking magazine spread in there, right out of Boring Women's Weekly or some fucking thing. You know what, you need a grenade. You need a little life in there." "There isn't supposed to be life in the fridge, Mullins," Sarah said. "The whole point of a fridge to prevent life from growing in your--" Shannon was just looking at her with raised eyebrows. Sarah stopped, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and counted to three. Delightfully sweet and in-character story about Mullins livening up Ashburn's life.

Lord Legerwood, unknotting with the ease of long practice the tangled skein of his wife's speech, said, "Do I take it you want me to discuss the niceties of love-making with Freddy?" "Yes," replied his other half baldly. He could think of a dozen things he would rather do than hold such a conversation with his son, among them walking barefoot over hot coals or strolling down Bond Street without trousers. But he knew that Emma, scatterbrained as she could be, was right. Discreet inquiries over the years since Freddy's majority had yielded no evidence that he ever kept a mistress or even visited one of those establishments that catered to a gentleman's needs. Freddy was undoubtedly as virginal as his bride-to-be, and perhaps a few pointers wouldn't go amiss to help get the newlyweds off to a good start. "Very well, Emma," he said, resigned to his fate. "I will have a talk with Freddy." And hilarity ensues. This gets the voices just right. So adorable!

"You see, in essentials we are not so very different. I believe it comes from—your previous life," she says smugly. "There's a kind of affinity between a good surgeon and a talented painter. You grow accustomed to looking inside of people, to seeing on levels that normal people can't reach. Pulling bodies to pieces." "Some of us do our best to reassemble them," says Joan Joan and Moriarty share some similarities but it's the differences that are most important. Really nicely done.

Miles, Ganke and Kate doing what teenage superheroes do. Adorable.

Adorable little story about Freddy and Kitty's wedding night that gets the voices just right.

It wasn't like Captain Marvel had ever just said stuff. Kit learned by paying attention. She knew Captain Marvel's favorite snack foods because she helped her unpack her groceries. She knew Captain Marvel's favorite music because the walls in their building were thin. And she knew Captain Marvel was in love with Spider-woman because she was eight, not stupid. in which Kit is adorably serious about being Captain Marvel's sidekick, and making sure she knows stuff when her memory is gone. Oh Kit. Oh heart.

“What’s the plan?” John asked, redirecting the muzzle of the large gun towards the floor and pointedly taking it from Sam’s hand. “Run for the nearest exit,” Sam offered ruefully, leading the way into the hallway. She could hear John’s huff of disapproval behind her even over the sounds of people running in their direction. “I don’t think I like your plan,” he replied. Post-movie John and Sam for me! I like how they keep rescuing each other, and I hope that they have a peaceful future free of UAC, and this story gives me both of those things.

"Seven years' bad luck, right?" That's what Crane had told them right at the beginning. Seven years of trials and tribulations, or some shit like that. Time's just about up. And the intervening six years and eleven months have drawn sharp lines across Abbie's face, honed her smooth skin and gentle curves down to pure sinew and muscle and bone. Abbie and Jenny have a tense reunion at the end of the world. Lovely.

Really well done Steve/Bucky/Buffy, which is not a threesome that would have ever occurred to me, but it really works in this story.

Ollie's ex (and current) girlfriends kick ass. I enjoyed this and wouldn't mind seeing it on the show, even though right now it seems impossible.

He sees the moment when Bucky runs out of ammo, reaching for his knives as the guns clatter to the warehouse floor. Steve whistles and doesn't wait for Bucky to turn; he throws his own sidearm and Bucky's left hand closes around the grip with terrifyingly perfect timing. He doesn't have to announce himself in any other way. By the time he's inside the warehouse Bucky is ready and waiting and they fit right into rhythms as old as the war: back to back, together, and no one else stands a chance. Steve and Bucky don't need words to communicate. *happy sigh*

"I have to admit," Sherlock said one morning while constructing a stack of toasted avocado sandwiches for himself, "no small part of my enjoyment of this comes from the knowledge of how much it would irritate my father to find out that not only am I spending my time engaging in what he thinks of as a pointless waste of energy, but that I'm doing so while coaching an American. It provides a unique frisson of satisfaction, one not quite communicable verbally." "There probably is a word for it in German," Joan said, lying on the ground as she worked over her left hamstring with a foam roller, eyes watering a little as the muscles slowly unlocked. Sherlock pointed at her with the avocado-smeared knife. "An excellent point, and one I shall most likely communicate to my father during our next communication. Adding in Germans can only help my cause." Joan and running, a love story. ♥

The atmosphere is bubbling over with festive cheer and merriment, but to Steph it’s Cass's hand in hers that’s the most magical thing of all. A sweet moment while Cass and Steph are skating. Aw, heart.

Scott and Stiles convince the Sheriff and Melissa to go on a roadtrip with them. Shenanigans of the sex pollen variety ensue. I really liked the Melissa POV in this, and also how adult she and the sheriff are in handling things.