maybe i'm ready to love you by chasingfictions [NC-17]
“Buffy?”
He almost never used to call her Buffy. Did he? Always Slayer, or pet, or love. Or like, he’d use her name, but it always sounded odd, in his mouth. All tender, touchy. Like, like he was making eye contact with her, just by saying it.
"Spike."
She wonders if it feels the same, for him. His name, her tongue.
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(Or: Spike’s gone, and Buffy doesn’t care. No, really, she doesn’t. Cross her heart.)
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This story is my first Avatar: TLOK fanfic. A Lin/Asami crack pairing that was written off the top of my head, and wasn't outlined or anything.
Might consider doing some more of these two in a proper story once I'm finished with doing Teen Titans, Justice League/Justice League Unlimited, and Young Justice stuff on AO3.
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We all presume that when Jack says "21st century is when everything changes", that is coming from the fact that Jack is a 51st-century time agent, he's going to know the future.
But in reality, he says that because the 21st century is when his Doctor will come back for him.
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Viel weiter durch den Sonntag, zurück im Viertel. Dunstiger Sonnenuntergang, blasses Licht hinter den Dächern, vielleicht wirklich, vielleicht nur getrübt durch schemenhafte, unterbewusste Wolken, die durch diese Zeit treiben, manchmal leichter, manchmal schwerer. Irgendwo in den Straßen plärrt Musik, eine Gruppe Teenager in schwarzer Kleidung unter bunten Haaren trottet schweigend die andere Richtung, verschwindet schließlich zwischen Zäunen und Häusern. Einzelne Blätter fallen leicht auf Asphalt. Herbstlieder im Kopf, plötzlich. Aus fernen Jahren. Manches kommt gelegentlich wieder.
#outerworld #early evening phenomenon #weekend moving on #between seasons
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A Wednesday Before Spring
Building potential
The last gray muffles the street.
Monochrome for now.
- Majid Evan Jamaleldine
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crowley, seeing cas’ car for the first time: really? what are you, a pimp 🤨
cas with his sad wet eyes and his sad wet frown: i like it 😞
dean, carrying the gasoline to fuel it up: fix boyfriend’s car 💪⛽️🪓🥾🔧🏋️🚗
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10am and on. Lost in in-between time again. Fragmented day following a fragmented night. Wrestling stuck keys, flakey inputs and its amazing results. More coffee, more sun, an astoundingly cold wind. A few rough lines, a few snaps of indecisive days. Watching the trees wave, watching the leaves change colour, listening to the sounds of the city bustling with activity to ignore the fact it's still not even Monday noon.
#outerworld #home office #between seasons #watching from above
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