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Ego-dystonia as told by Peter Fucking Parker by LisaFQueen
Fandoms: Spider-Man/Deadpool - Joe Kelly (Comics)
19 Nov 2024
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It wasn’t supposed to go like this.
Deadpool was not supposed to have this much power over Peter. Wade wasn’t supposed to. Not with a single finger. Not with his mouth. Not like this. -
La-die-fucking-dah to your interdependency, Spidey by LisaFQueen
Fandoms: Spider-Man/Deadpool - Joe Kelly (Comics)
10 Aug 2024
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“Wade?”
“Hm?”
“What’s your purpose for living?”
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Adorabo ad templum sanctum tuum et confitebor nomini tuo by LisaFQueen for Demxniize
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
14 Feb 2024
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Aziraphale sighs as if disappointed. He puts the glasses down on the cover, glances over his manicured nails once, before turning sharp eyes on the demon.
A storm of anger hits Crowley, but he ignores it, keeps still.Always patient, always slow.
Aziraphale puts his palms flat on his vest, trailing down. The corners of his lips turn down even more.
“Must you,” is all he says, as if Crowley’s supposed to know what to do with that.
Crowley moves his chin sideways, inspecting the wall. He’s told staring could be a sign of territorial marking, and Aziraphale has all kinds of stares, like a bloody cat. Crowley doesn’t want to agitate him, only probe.
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Crowley doesn’t like not sleeping. It’s his go-to method for passing time when Aziraphale is away.
He’s well aware he could be laying under an exotic plant in a giant greenhouse with the blazing sun shining through the rooftop windows, or under a heater on cloudy days, but it wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable as now, or as empty.At least God had created two things right: his secret spot in the Garden, where Crowley used to hide and rest. And Aziraphale.
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With this hand, I will lift your sorrows by LisaFQueen for Demxniize
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
03 Feb 2024
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“Crowley.”
Crowley’s name was spoken heavily. The sound hung in the air between the two of them, like a thick cloud of smoke, waiting to be evaporated before one could assess the situation.
Crowley’s knuckles tighten around the leather wheel. Aziraphale has been doing this a lot lately: speaking the demon’s name, each vowel carefully rolling off his tongue, like he was audibly savoring the dark undertones of the taste, letting a silence heavy in the air right after.
It made Crowley’s neck prickle, the tiny hairs standing with attention. The way they did when danger was in sight, or consequences he’d ignored the moment he indulged, following his gut while his intellect rolled out the regret he’d later face.
But no consequences came when the angel evoked this feeling in him, confusing and gradually building up expectations in Crowley’s mind.
Yet every time Aziraphale spoke his name like that again, Crowley’s insides jumped and lined up for defense, keeping him in a heady state. Every time Crowley thought he could relax, the angel did it again.Frankly, it was driving him insane.
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