#47K

[thedevilinmybrain]

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[ovaruling]

why does no one know anything and why are they so proud of that lmfao. you just described radical feminism my friend

[boojangs]

Three for the price of One

You, Me, Us: Chapter 15

To Dance with Wolves: Chapter 29

Two for Tripping (Into Love): Chapter 6

Last time, I gave you my soul. This time I gave you my heart.

Enjoy.

[luveline]

I’m 35 followers from 47k so to celebrate that I’ll be putting the peddle to the meddle

[borealing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Psych (TV 2006) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet O'Hara, Burton "Gus" Guster, Buzz McNab Additional Tags: henry is not in this but he is. talked about, not episode specific it can fit anywhere, Getting Together, shawn and the conclusions he jumps to Summary:

“You know, people always end up with their parents.” Juliet says.

Shawn has a brief, vivid flashback.

“I really don’t think that’s true.” He says.

“No it is, the traits you look for are the ones most familiar to you. People end up with people like their parents.” She says.

“How is this relevant?” Lassiter asks.

Gus peeks over his shoulder long enough to see the body on the floor and immediately turns back around, making more high pitched noises.

[witchblade]

[mantarobin]

FINAL CHAPTER OF THE RR FIC OUT!!

WOOHO!!!! pre canon rr fic done!! this is my longest fic (~47k words), so kudos and comments are VERY appreciated! thank you for those who've read it :)

[shiraishi--kanade]

An Shiraishi Mizuki Akiyama

⭐️ 🤝 🎀

Left the puroseka fandom in shambles after one of their events

True... We were both like "no this is too much, they wouldn't do it" and then they did it. Irrecoverable damage caused. Nobody does it like my girlies I suppose

[andromeda3116]

idk man i kinda feel like if you think reading my fic was a waste of your time, maybe you could save yourself some of that time by just hitting the back button instead of writing a comment to complain about it?

[vanmarkus]

Snippet Sunday ☔️

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz and @jeeyuns MWUAHH 💛

Mm I finally got over that slump in the mudslide fic that was giving me a headache and I was hoping to get to 45k today but I was busy editing pictures all day and didn't really get a chance to write.

Anyway, this part is from yesterday and it's still pretty raw, but if you couldn't tell they are disgustingly domestic and just totally gone on each other... losers. 🫶

After dinner, Eddie put Christopher to bed, taking him twice the time as it usually would, the kid asking for another and another story until he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. Buck listened to the tales from the living room, his head resting on the back of the couch and his eyes closed, letting Eddie’s hushed words wash over him; he never really got the voices quite right, only changing the pitch of his own voice enough to make it clear that he was trying, but never really allowing himself to get fully lost in the silliness of it all, unlike Buck, as Chris would remind him every now and again.

Still, despite continuously raising complaints about it, the kid loved to listen to him read — and Buck couldn’t blame him one bit. Eddie’s voice was deep and mellow, like syrupy resin running down the side of a splintery bark of a tree and Buck could’ve listened to it forever, if given the chance.

“Hey.” The voice came from much closer this time and Buck opened his eyes — only to realize that he had closed them in the first place.

“Oh uh, sorry, did- nm did you say something?” He blinked up at Eddie, grunting quietly as he slowly took in the blinking lights of the TV washing over Eddie’s body, drenching half of it in light and the other half into darkness.

“No.” Eddie smirked down at him with obvious amusement. “Long day, huh?” He asked as he walked around the couch, letting his knee brush against Buck’s before dropping down beside him.

“Something like that.” Buck hummed and without lifting his head away from the couch, he turned to look at Eddie. His face was illuminated by the ever-shifting lights of the screen, painting the entire living room into a cavalcade of colors, only leaving the corners to sulk in mysterious darkness. “Hey.”

Eddie looked back at him, shifting a little to mirror his position. “Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

[citrusinfused]

ci 2024 christmas short

okay guys i forgot this blog existed i’ll be honest . but umm this year i decided to write christmas shorts for my oc couples and i just finished az & asteraoth’s so i thought i would post it here if anyone wants to read it ! it’s like 3.3k words so it’s not Super long but i still think it’s cute !!

here’s the link!! happy reading!

[evilasiangenius]

another sneak peek of that human au where aziraphale works at a university and crowley works in a corporate building nearby and by the way crowley is already engaged to marry someone else...

“Feeling warmer?” Mr. Fell asked, and Crowley gave him a meltingly gentle smile that left him briefly tongue-tied.

“Much. Toasty warm, all the way through.” She took a sip of a dark red wine; they had opened a bottle for the occasion and he was a bit concerned that they were drinking Châteauneuf-du-Pape with instant ramyeon as that was something entirely beyond the realm of normality that he existed in.

“Erm, I have something else to consider. You mentioned that you had never done all the things around Homecoming, and I don’t know if you noticed, but this last game was the Homecoming game.”

“Was it?”

“Thus the interminable crowds,” Mr. Fell smiled.

“The exciting crowds, you mean.”

They gave each other knowing smiles.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask your digital assistant to play some music for us?”

“Sure," Crowley replied. "It’s the same as the one in the suite, it knows your voice already.”

“Ahem. Erm. Well. Assistant, please play the second track on side two of the 1960 debut album by Etta James.” Mr. Fell declared, and after a brief pause, the music began to play.

“Oh?” Crowley’s eyebrows went up as she recognized the song. “Are you really…”

At last…

My love has come along

My lonely days are over–

“May I have this dance, my dear?” Mr. Fell said, offering her his hand.

It was nowhere near as formal as the dance at the opera ball and perhaps not even really a dance so much as it was a swaying embrace. The quiet intimacy of this moment, as the music played gorgeous and swelling around them. To be pressed close in each other’s arms like this, no layers of tulle between them, and nothing but their sock-covered feet sinking into a thick stylish modern wool rug whose colors were stark and geometric.

Without her heels on, she wasn’t that much taller than him, and it was strange to think of her as being so close to him, so that if he would just dare it, to turn his head a little, they would be nearly eye-to-eye.

They swayed slowly to the music, and he could feel the bony contours of her shoulders, the rhythm of her breath as she breathed, her slender fingers clutching him as if clutching at floating wreckage in a storm-tossed sea, as if he could save her from the winds and lashing rain.

This close he could smell her perfume. Much of it had worn off over the course of the evening but what was left clung close to her skin, heady and dizzying. He could smell it upon the nape of her neck but only when his nose was pressed close.

The music ran out and in the silence that followed, Mr. Fell glanced up to look her in the eyes. Her expression was soft and gentle, and there was a revelatory brightness in them that he had never seen before, as if she had just woken to bright morning light that dazzled sleep-muddled senses.

“One more time, angel,” she whispered. “Please.”

And so he told the digital assistant to play it again. This time it felt as if time slowed to a halt in her arms, and he found himself with his arms around her tight, though he was careful not to hurt her.

She kissed him when the song ended, and it was as if he had never been kissed before.