#quilson

So- I recently rewatched the 1st, 2nd & 3rd season of Arrow (2012) and holy f*cking shit, I LOVE Slade Wilson/Deathstroke so much! Especially his relationship with Oliver. How they turn from strangers, to friends, to brothers and then tragically to enemys... Like damn.

The whole love triangle with Shado, Oliver & Slade, that first is only visible for the audience, until Slade is about to die and apologizes for not telling Shado how he really feels about her. And then him surviving & Shado dying because of Olivers decisions? UGH.

And just... everything that follows. I love how menacing Slade is as a threat, how he gets Oliver to play his game, how fixated his mind is on the quest of revenge - the driving force being the Mirakuru and his heartbreak of:

1. losing Shado

2. that Oliver, his only close friend (after Billy Wintergreens betrayal) was responsible for it.

It is sooo much deeper than I remembered; to be fair, I was like 13 when I first watched Arrow, and didn't care about the island flashbacks, 'cause I only wanted to see edgy Oliver killing people while he was all hot & broody. (and yeah, I was upset when he stopped killing. and yeah I was a wierd kid, thank you very much^^)

It was only a matter of time before I went and did it. And now. Here it is.

Gijinkas of my ACNH villagers--I still haven’t gotten my tenth but I’m excited to see who they end up being!!

And yes. Sprocket is a robot still. I was trying to figure out how to make his whole ass head green without just defaulting to “motorcycle helmet” (which is handsome, but didn’t feel right for him.) and then I said screw it--it’s weird he’s a robot in the game, it’s weird he’s a robot as a “human”.

Poor Lolly and Quilson were stuck behind my GINORMOUS hat when KK Slider had his first concert in my town;;

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Yes absolutely! I always jump on the chance to write for one of my OTPs, especially when it’s sladiver which i absolutely adore!

What better scene for this prompt than the 6x06 ending?

Number 3: kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s.

One More Tomorrow

Oliver had been in the car, ready to leave, but he couldn’t make himself turn the key in the ignition. He wasn’t ready to drive away yet, he was still trying to figure out what that feeling in his chest was that started when Slade walked away. It felt like something was missing. It was a lot like when he woke up in Hong Kong so many years ago and realized nothing was going to be the same anymore- that the safe place he had made for himself was torn away. That was so long ago and everything had gone to hell since then but he still felt like something was off.

He knew what the answer was, he just didn’t know if he was ready to admit it. It was Slade. It’s always been Slade. Even if he didn’t want it to be, even if he had hated him, something in him always gravitated to the other man and his world just wasn’t complete without him.

And for someone who had just a big spot in his heart he wasn’t going to let their parting be just a handshake and a nod of mutual understanding.

Oliver gets out of the car, barely taking time to make sure if he closed the door or not, and takes off down the alley in the direction he had seen Slade go in. The concrete is slippery from the recent rain and it’s a struggle to keep his footing as he goes but sudden determination spurs him onward in spite of it.

He’s discoraged when he comes out the other side, face to face with a four way stop and Slade no where in sight. A surge of panic sweeps through him, terrified he’s too late. “Come on,” he mutters, the darkness of the night making it hard to pick out anything that looks like a person. “Slade?!” He calls out, trying to ignore just how desperate his voice sounded.

Almost immediately after he said it an irritated and questioning voice that’s unmistakable responds, “what the hell are you doing?” Oliver turns his attention to the direction it came from and sure enough there’s Slade by a coveted bus stop. He looks so normal that Oliver isn’t sure if he’s imagined it or not.

Oliver runs toward him, this time slipping on the wet concret and falling right into Slade who catches him, for a moment he’s reminiscent of a kid who was always messing up and always needing Slade to help get him out of trouble. It was all so far away now but Slade wasn’t. Slade was there and he was real. Despite all the shit they had been through together and apart Slade was there and so was he.

Without a second thought Oliver smashes his lips against Slade, just barely remembering to gather his footing. He’s expecting to get pushed away but when he feels Slade kiss him back it makes his heart beat skip and his stomach flip. He feels whole for the first time in so long and suddenly none of their past drama exists. It’s just them on a cold Kasnia street corner in between ‘I love you’ and ‘goodbye’. Oliver wraps his arms around Slade’s shoulders and feels his body relax, melting into the other man. Their future from here on out was uncertain but in the moment it didn’t matter.

Oliver wished it to be like this forever. He needed just one more tomorrow for the rest of his life so he never had to feel broken again. He wanted to stay just like that, body pressed against Slade’s forever with no hurry to go anywhere or say anything, just a need to be close always.

Oliver, hugging Slade:

Slade: what are you doing