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as day follows night by TheEclecticLibrarian for JackalopingIntoTheVoid
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
07 May 2020
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Looking for a safe place to stay after her accidental murder of the Deputy Mayor, Faith Lehane allies herself with a mysteriously powerful witch—and stumbles into a fairytale mystery that's bigger than anything she could have anticipated.
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Bookmarked by marshall_line
30 Oct 2025
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Staring at Jenny—Jenny, making her usual annoyed-but-weirdly-soft face, standing there like she was totally okay—something close to breaking in Faith finally snapped. With a wordless sob, she lurched forward, tackling Jenny in a fierce hug.
Jenny gasped, falling awkwardly back onto the floor—but hugged Faith back all the way, tight and fierce, pressing kisses into Faith’s hair and whispering the kind of mom things that Faith had always wanted someone to say to her. Stuff like you did amazing and baby I am so so proud of you and don’t ever put yourself in danger like that again.
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Jesus died for somebodies sins, but not mine by spinthesky
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
18 May 2022
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"Come on," Buffy says. "Let's talk about it."
There's a small, younger version of Faith that senses this might be a trap and she feels that urge again to run. But Buffy's expression does not seem to be towing that line between love and hate at all. Sure, there's a barely concealed eye roll when Faith doesn't move toward the bed, but Buffy is also looking at her with concern. Faith feels, for the first time, the freedom of someone being mad at her and knowing they're not going to hurt her. She feels the freedom of being frustrated with someone and not wanting to hurt them. So Faith drops her shoulders, unclenches her fists, and walks over to the bed.
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10 times Faith and Buffy find that opposites attract, together, after everything.
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18 Oct 2025
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Faith had always figured forgiveness would feel like a prison, like you were forever indebted to the person who gave it to you. She and Buffy had been indebted so much throughout their young lives that she never wanted to give them something else to follow. Faith had figured the thing she wanted the most in her life was freedom.
Now, forgiveness actually feels like freedom, like it's not contingent on a thing. It was something given to her of someone else's own volition. Buffy calls it a gift, which Faith will never admit makes her heart feel like it's thawing. It makes Faith feel like someone cut a tumor out of her, hacked away at whatever dark mass was living inside her, and stitched her up. She has so much more room now.
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talks like a hurricane by atiredonnie for toyhdgehog
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
01 Dec 2020
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Some lines, Faith thinks indignantly, are not meant to be crossed - certainly not by baby Slayers with nothing better to do than break the coffee table.
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18 Oct 2025
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She wrenches her eyes up from her feet and to Buffy’s round face, framed by strands of sunrise-hair, orange and gold, a blurry canvas of smeared oil-paint. Her eyelashes catch every fleck of dust and Faith aches, body hollowing out, liver and lungs shoved out of the way to make more room for love and grief and something bigger than that, even.
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Buffy inhales her like a starving woman, thumbs curled around Faith’s jawline, eyes slammed shut as if when she opens them, Faith will filter through her fingers like sand. Faith’s head explodes, thousands of little champagne bubbles of joy bursting in her brain as she pulls Buffy even closer to her, nails biting into fabric and the slightest hints of skin. Gravity, or lightning, or hundreds of breathing fairy lights pull Buffy in, crushing her beneath the weight of love that sleeps side by side with mourning.
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Buffy Summers is desperate, dejected, and tired of being offered tea. Faith Lehane is weak in the knees for one Buffy Summers and doesn't even know how to hold a teacup.
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18 Oct 2025
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You want to tell her that when you were 16 you bought a purple pen just to say that you knew how to write in girly colors, that you knew how to be a teenager, young and light and in love, and you wrote Faith Summers and Buffy Anne Lehane all over graph paper in scrawling script just because you could, and then when you were done you took the paper and ate it.
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You want to call her by her name. You want to say Buffy Anne Summers, and say it again, and again, and again. You want to tell her that every room was either one with her in it or one that lacked her. And that distinction is the only thing you are capable of remembering. You want to tell her that when you met her that first day and put on a show it was just that - a show - and that what you really are is the tenderness and weakness she hates being able to perform.
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You want to touch her like she’s precious, which would be unthinkable in any other context but this is Buffy, this is B, this is the girl who makes your heart quiver like antique china in an earthquake and you already know you are doomed to love her until love is nothing but the sound your mouth makes to describe what you are when you’re around her.
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darling, answer me this (who am i to you?) by Anonymous
Fandoms: 薬屋のひとりごと | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries (Manga), 薬屋のひとりごと | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries (Anime), 薬屋のひとりごと - 日向夏 | Kusuriya no Hitorigoto | The Apothecary Diaries - Hyuuga Natsu
13 Oct 2025
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She would know her anywhere, be it in dreams, a passerby, a story. It’s not a ghost. Bright-eyed, sun-kissed, and life-worn, she’s different in all the ways Maomao thought she would be after all these years, in all the ways she hoped she would be despite the tragedy that seemed set in stone for her and hers.
Quietly, as though an earnest prayer, unspoken but felt all the same: Shisui.
Or: Ten years after Shisui leaves her, Maomao finds herself in a nameless village, chasing the trail of a ghost.
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Bookmarked by marshall_line
11 Aug 2025
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If she were asked, this is what Maomao wants: she wants to devour the sun. She wants to take it into her mouth, wants to swallow it whole, wants it to burn a path from her chest down to her belly, then to the tip of her toes. She wants to catalogue how it’ll change her, how it’ll scorch her. She wants to know if it was worth it—the grief, the misery, the longing—and be satisfied when the answer is inevitably yes.
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And then, it happens again.
A minute before the director yells action, Jackie’s eyes find the boom operator, a girl with bleach blonde hair, and she looks back at her.
Their gaze would linger, paused in the air. Almost a look of recognition, and she’d always nod at her with a small smile that says ‘you got this.’
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scorned and alone, Jackie haunts the set studios of sunny Georgia, until the unnamed boom operator gives her something to look forward to.Bookmarked by marshall_line
10 Jul 2025
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Where do the ducks go when the lakes freeze in the winter? Where does Jackie go when she’s no longer wanted?
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Falling in love with Shauna was like sinking in quicksand, and living with her parents felt like drowning in thick molasses. Jackie leans back to stare at the sky, and thinks that Natalie feels a whole lot like the stream of sunlight that breaks through the clouds, and falls warmly on her face.
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i owe you a black eye and two kisses (tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em) by fleabags
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
29 Oct 2024
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Self sufficient — that’s what Nat is. Sturdy. Like a cockroach. Everything Jackie’s never been. It scares her — it scares her more than the fact that she’s pretty sure that Natalie wants her too, by now. It scares her because, yeah, Nat wants her, but does she know where she’s going to put her once she’s finished?
Jackie’s can’t live on the shelf. She can’t be another notch in Nat’s bedpost — another ghostly, greying lover in her phonebook that she calls when she’s high or she’s having noble ideas about morals and doing the right thing, or whatever. She’s grown attached to what they have — she’s grown attached to Natalie. She likes it when she hears her low voice over the phone, short and precise. She likes the feeling she gets when she turns the corner for work and sees Nat stood outside, frowning until her dimples pop out as soon as she sees her.
Or: Jackie lives alone in New York. She’s running away but she gets Nat a job at her bar, anyway, because she’d do it for any of them, really — if it came down to it. Even Natalie Scatorccio. At least, that’s what she tells herself.
Bookmarked by marshall_line
10 Jul 2025
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Sometimes things get so fucked up that the only way you can show you love someone is by giving them something they can see and feel and hold in their hands. Every other line of communication was just too open for misinterpretation — too raw. Too volatile.
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Jackie can’t do halves but it seems that it’s all Natalie deals in. Just runs around carving out chunks of herself and handing them off to people like bloody, little momentos — something to hold with them forever and to be invoked at a moments notice like some kind of gruesome calling card.
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Jackie Taylor was supposed to die alone in the cold. Instead, the Wilderness is curious and decides to test her.
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Nat and Travis find Jackie in the snow.
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Bookmarked by marshall_line
26 Jun 2025
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She knows that she should have made a back up plan. She knows that she should have warned Van that she might be waking her up to join her hunting. She wasn’t logical though. When it comes to Jackie, lately Natalie thinks she’s lost all sense of logic. She’s dressed, rifle at her back, leaning against the door the next morning, waiting for something- someone- she knows won’t come. She was stupid. She was mean. She did what she always does- lash out at any sense of kindness offered towards her because she doesn’t understand how to accept it. Jackie is kind. She always told herself that she was mean and privileged and spoiled and cruel. But she knows that it’s not true. Maybe she always knew, and it was just easier to believe that someone so beautiful outside just had to be ugly inside. She wonders now if any part of Jackie is ugly, because she’s yet to see it. She’s hurt. But she hurts differently than Natalie does. When Natalie hurts, it’s teeth and claws and blood. She hurts viscerally, inflicting hurt back on anyone who either did or could possibly inflict it on her. Pain is something to be shared, scattered across others to reduce the amount held. When Jackie hurts, she holds it all. Tucks it deep into her chest and feels it fully before absorbing it, refusing to let anyone else suffer from her own pain. Maybe pain is the one area of Jackie’s life that she’s selfish with, unwilling to share.
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“I spent my whole life curating something fake and shallow and I never actually took the time to make something more than that! I can’t strip myself of the outside because there isn’t enough inside to keep me up!”
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Jackie survives the first night of winter. Javi doesn’t.
With silence thick in the cabin and pity worse than the cold, Jackie volunteers to join Nat on a hunting trip. She doesn’t expect forgiveness. She doesn’t even expect meat. Just the chance to feel real again.
When a sudden blizzard injures Nat and traps them in a cave together, there’s nowhere left to run—not from the storm, not from the past, and not from each other.
Bookmarked by marshall_line
23 Jun 2025
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Nat doesn’t respond right away. She just stands there, shadow cast long by the firelight, eyes fixed on Jackie—quiet, unreadable. But the weight of it sinks in fast. Jackie feels it like a slow, familiar ache under her skin.
Jackie’s seen it before, multiple times, just in harsher lighting. Her mother’s kitchen, her mother’s mirror. That same flicker of disappointment masked as concern. Like if she were just less—less dramatic, less needy, less Jackie—she might be easier to love.
Might be salvageable.
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Every time she tries to make sense of Nat, her thoughts scatter. Like she’s trying to eat soup from a cracked bowl—burning her tongue while the rest drips down her wrists, staining her sleeves, making a mess of everything. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. She wants more and doesn’t know why. She wants to be close but is terrified of what she’ll ruin just by touching it.
That’s always been the problem. She reaches for things like they’ll fill her. Like love or closeness or even just kindness will finally be enough to make her feel real. But it slips. She fumbles it. It always ends up on her—spilled, spoiled, staining her perfectly white clothes.
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Jackie's goes from odd man out to one of two surviving Yellowjackets when the cold comes early.
(au where all the other Yellowjackets freeze outside after doomscoming instead and it’s just Jackie, Nat, Travis, Ben and Javi left)
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Bookmarked by marshall_line
23 Jun 2025
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I’m not crazy, Jackie reminds herself. Just grieving. And grieving probably looks crazy, anyways, a one sided kind of love with no end.
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Floorboards were creaking beneath Jackie’s light step. They then melted into the crackling of a fire, winter’s heavy sighing. Natalie felt, blinded by her own stubbornness, the exact moment when Jackie’s orbit came close, the warmth radiating as she passed by.
Maybe that was what the planet Pluto felt whenever it looked at the sun.
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Natalie is clawing her way back to civility after a stint in rehab. She sees Jackie Taylor for what might as well be the first time.
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- Part 1 of love story
Bookmarked by marshall_line
21 Jun 2025
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In high school, Jackie moved like a dead wife in a movie montage. Precious, adored. A symbol of fumbled hope, doomed to serve another person’s story.
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Jackie throws her head back laughing. The sound echoes through the air, filling the blank parts of Natalie’s soul. She tucks the happy music inside her chest, determined to soak it in, hoping to use it to fill her gaps.
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She’s all warmth at the moment, the sun shining in her eyes and painting golden glistens in her hair. A hue from forever ago, when they passed each other in hallways and kicked each other soccer balls, unaware of the love that patiently waited for them.
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you'll bury your own, too vain, you saw it unfold by AspenRoman
Fandoms: Yellowjackets (TV)
03 Nov 2024
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In October 2016, Jackie Taylor disappears in the middle of the night after her fight with Shauna. The girls look but never find her. In January 2017, they’re mysteriously rescued all thanks to an anonymous tip.
In 2024, in the heart of New York City, Natalie Scatorccio reunites with a ghost, only to find out Jackie’s been alive all this time. She’s a little more closed-off, down a limb, and quiet, but she’s still Jackie Taylor. Nat could kiss her, if only Jackie would let her.
Or 8 years after the plane crash, Nat and Jackie reunite, both a little more broken and try to stitch themselves back together.
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- Part 4 of jackienat brain rot
Bookmarked by marshall_line
20 Jun 2025
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I love you, so I won’t try to fight your battles for you. I love you, so I’ll hold you even when you don’t ask. I love you, so I made breakfast for you.
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All Nat knows is violence, all Nat knows is the barrel of a gun and how to pull the trigger. All Jackie knows is how to hide pieces of herself, to retreat inside of herself when it’s needed.
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toxicology by yuribalisms
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
09 Feb 2025
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Shinobu knew very little about the demon that killed her older sister, except that they were a Kizuki.
When she stumbles across Upper Moon One, she is shocked by the utter shell of a woman she is, but also intends to get as much information as possible out of her. She definitely isn't the one who killed Kanae; she was too broken to manage something like that.
But something about Shinobu is able to breathe some life back into Tamayo, and a fragile care blooms between them.
Despite knowing it can't last forever, they can't help but seek each other out.
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13 Jun 2025
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Hate and poison, that’s all she truly was.
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28 Apr 2025
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When I die, I want my last thought to be: "I got to love her."
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In one timeline, Severus lives. In the other, he dies.
In both, he falls in love.
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23 Apr 2025
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A slice of winter sunlight spills across the heavy quilt, and Severus feels as if - as if for a moment, he is so present, so electric, that if he wanted to reach out he could. If he wanted to step out of this frame and walk across the room to where Harry Potter lies sleeping - he could. He can almost feel the boy’s damp hair beneath his palm.
“Mr. Snape,” Evelyn hisses again - and the moment is over. Severus is a man made of oil and pigment and spite, and he will never leave this frame or any other.
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Against all odds, Severus kept him alive just long enough to defeat the Dark Lord, just long enough to fall unspeakably, profanely in love with him -
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Begin to Hope by superfluouskeys
Fandoms: Sleeping Beauty (1959), Disney - All Media Types, Disney Princesses
17 Jan 2019
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Aurora's most enigmatic (and to be frank, most frightening) customer invites her to share a cup of coffee.
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02 Apr 2025
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"I'm such a coward," she says, low and harsh. "I'd change every last fragment of who I am, give up every notion of who I'd like to be, just to save myself from a little grief."
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Last time, she did it for Ava. This time, she does it for herself.
A little Deborah character study, picking up right where season 3 left off.
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28 Feb 2025
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“Love me less.”
these three words shattered everything in me
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"Her eyes don’t leave the stage for an instant as she watches, transfixed, every gesture and every inflection bridge past and present, digging up so many of the Deborahs that laid dormant in boxes until it’s her, her whole life performed, Deborah on Deborah on Deborah, and she loves her. She loves her."
Or: Deborah finally kills on stage with the new material, but Ava is the only one to see it. What follows may be a culmination of artistic differences, a tear in time, or an identity crisis.
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Bookmarked by marshall_line
26 Feb 2025
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But then, just like cheap glitter, the glow gets everywhere.
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Deborah teaches Ava to fish during a break from touring. There are feelings. A lot of them.
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- 6/6
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22 Feb 2025
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Deborah softens her grip, her arms falling to loop loosely around Ava’s hips. She looks distantly at something over Ava’s shoulder, avoiding eye contact as she considers. “I feel–” she starts, but trails off, her tongue doing that thing where she presses it against the inside of her cheek.
Ava doesn’t prod, just waits and studies the details of Deborah’s face, from the laughter lines spidering off the corners of her eyes to the finer ones bursting from around her lips. She clocks every visible sun spot and freckle, every tiny fine hair, waiting for Deborah to put words to her thoughts.
When she finally does lock eyes again with Ava, the pain is gone from her gaze, her eyes the clear and cloudless blue of a perfect summer sky. “I feel alive.”
Ava tears up instantly. “Yeah?” she asks, her throat suddenly tight.
“Yeah,” Deborah agrees, reaching up with one hand to tuck Ava’s hair behind one of her ears.
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“Oh,” Deborah says, like everything makes sense now. “Well…welcome, I guess,” she says with a sardonic grin and sweep of her arm around the large but dingy office space.
Ava’s still lost as hell. “Welcome to what?”
“The home of the FBI’s least wanted, of course.” Deborah’s smile is all teeth and sharp edges. “Just another, what? Fifty more years to go until your retirement?”
*Chapter count updated to reflect shorter, twice weekly updates now!
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- Part 1 of Hacks X-Files AU
Bookmarked by marshall_line
19 Feb 2025
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She doodles a furry Big Foot with a speech bubble that says, “I want to go home,” and forcibly places it in Deborah’s lap, so she can’t be ignored again.
A surge of pleasure swells up in Ava’s chest at the sight of Deborah’s lips twitching and cheeks tinging ever so slightly with a pink flush of delight.