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This is like the Holy Grail but it keeps updating.

🔪👗🔫🚍🧸🌉   VILLANEVE FANFICTION RECS FOR Y’ALL   🌉🧸🚍🔫👗🔪

idek, you guys. the hiatus stretches in front of us with almost no end in sight, this fandom is full of talented writers, and i miss them. so yeah, if you also miss them, read fics be gay do crime. it’s free therapy.

new fics added can be found under the cut, the actual full list is in this 40 pages long google doc with functioning links and a handy outline      

Updated 22-01-2021

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🔪👗🔫🚍🧸🌉   VILLANEVE FANFICTION RECS FOR Y’ALL   🌉🧸🚍🔫👗🔪

idek, you guys. the hiatus stretches in front of us with almost no end in sight, this fandom is full of talented writers, and i miss them. so yeah, if you also miss them, read fics be gay do crime. it’s free therapy.

(pls turn on the ‘keep reading’ xkit thing cause this post is so long the links disappear if you try to open it in the actual blog. if you can’t use xkit, here’s the 30 pages long google doc with functioning links and a handy outline)      

Updated 29-11-2020 - New fics marked with  * 

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Additional Tags: Softness, I Can’t Believe I Wrote This, rolling my eyes at myself, No Plot/Plotless, Why Did I Write This?, One (1) Shared Braincell, No Smut, I’m Sorry, Everyone Is Gay, No they really are, No other characters mentioned by name, who needs them, Everyone Needs A Hug, Fanfic is fun to read, Fanfic is not fun to write, One star do not recommend, Killing Eve - Freeform, More like Killing Me, The Bridge™️ Summary:

Soft and gay. I will not be taking questions at this time. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Killing Eve (TV 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eve Polastri/Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Characters: Eve Polastri, Villanelle | Oksana Astankova Additional Tags: Softness, 1 shared brain cell, they’re just soft gays, I Can’t Believe I Wrote This, rolling my eyes at myself Summary:

CHAPTER ONE ____________________________________________ Just a couple of soft gays on the run. No brain cells were harmed in the making of this epic. I can’t write smut so it’s all implied. Soz thirsty lesbians/bis/pans etc.

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On The Run

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In which Villanelle and Eve are on the hop, post S3.08

#fluff piece #pure softness #and gayness #first fic ever #be kind #i can't tag for shit #or summarise

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"You really are an asshole, Eve!", huffed Villanelle, throwing herself back on her pillow, lying on the tired old double bed in their shitty motel room. Eve raised an eyebrow, but was too tired to make a comeback. The women had fled London with nothing but the clothes they were wearing on the bridge, Eve's massive handbag and whatever bits and pieces Villanelle had secreted about her person, "which you are welcome to search me for, Eve", she had said somewhere along the way, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Eve had just laughed and said maybe later.

It was now edging close to 2am, and here they were in the middle of fuck-knows-ville, Wales, in a very low budget motel, worn out and on edge. Villanelle was obviously not as tired as Eve, and had hoped that once they found somewhere to stay for the night she and Eve would finally share a passionate night in each others' arms. Or some romantic shit. After trying to coax Eve into sharing the shower with her because "there might not be enough hot water for both of us", then prancing around the room in what looked suspiciously like a hand towel, using the motel's hairdryer to dry their underwear (which they had both washed out in the shower), to finally giving up these tactics and just straight out asking Eve for sex, she was not happy about being turned down. Eve was exhausted right down to her very bones, and not even the tingling thrill of sharing a room, sharing a bed, hell, sharing a life now it seemed, with the woman she had only barely admitted to herself she was in love with (and had certainly not said out loud, yet) could entice her into anything more than a soft kiss on Villanelle's lips goodnight.

Villanelle was now staring at the ugly popcorn ceiling, pouting, with an occasional side-eye at Eve. Eve sighed and rolled onto her side, facing the beautiful young woman she had chosen over wisdom, common sense, intelligence and everything else that was the opposite of romance. She let her eyes wander across Villanelle's alluring figure. Villanelle was currently wearing a black tank top that had been hidden under that mad canary yellow… cape? and the tiniest pair of red knickers Eve had ever seen. Eve wasn't dressed much more modestly, with an old t shirt and briefs that were very sensible cotton, if still a little damp from the impromptu laundering, but full coverage thank you very much, unlike the scrap of fabric barely covering Villanelle's ass. Not that Eve was one to complain. The view was honestly delightful.

"Honey," and Villanelle's whole body convulsed in pleasure at the pet name as she eagerly turned to face Eve, "I am more than ready, and willing, to do… whatever it is… you… want…" she faltered, gazing into those gorgeous eyes and becoming disoriented for a moment.

This was not lost on Villanelle, who smirked, delighted at the effect she was having on her darling Eve.

"Ah, anyway, I'm exhausted, and really, did you want our first time to be - here?" And Eve gestured around the room, which was possibly the ugliest place she had ever stayed in, and that included the hovel she had called home for a few months after she came back from Rome.

Villanelle's face softened. "Eve." Christ, how did she make her name sound like a prayer and sinful all at once? "I do not want you to feel any pressure. I am just so happy we are together. And I do not care where we are, although this would not have been my first choice for our initial liaison."

Oh shit, that French accent. Eve was sure she was not going to survive this relationship. "Or my hundredth choice", now wrinkling her nose adorably, "but you are right, you are very tired, and we should both sleep while we have the chance. We will be like crazy people for many weeks, on the run from them, and we will have to take our rest when we can."

She looked at Eve with a serious expression now on her face. "I will not risk your life, Eve. I must be alert, watching always for those who would bring a violent and bloody end our romantic getaway."

She smiled, losing her stern look, and Eve smiled softly back, the tingling feeling returning, heat rising in her belly. And elsewhere. She raised a hand and gently stroked Villanelle's face, tucking a strand of hair back from her eyes.

"I know, I know, and I'm so glad we both chose to be here, and I appreciate what you need to do to keep us safe. But please, don't ever think I don't want - this," and she wiggled her other hand vaguely between them, "because I do. I really, really do."

Villanelle's eyes, which had fluttered shut when Eve started to touch her, opened wide at this admission from Eve. "You really, really do?"

"Mmm" hummed Eve, now caressing Villanelle's cheekbone with her thumb. "Of course I do. You're gorgeous and funny and romantic and, and… " Villanelle was visibly preening with this praise.

"What else?", she asked cheekily, winking at Eve, in a throwback to one of their first conversations.

"Shut up, you dick," laughed Eve, "You know how amazing you are, I don't know why I'm even telling you this. But yeah, I do want us to, you know…"

"Fuck?" supplied Villanelle helpfully.

A sigh. "Yeah, I guess, or maybe... make love? Is there a difference?"

Villanelle considered this seriously. "Yes. There is a difference, Eve," and oh dear lord, how is she supposed to resist her, the way she drags out her name like that, all low register, and with that accent. So unfair. "I think we will not fuck," Villanelle now stated with authority. "We will make love, you and I. It will be glorrrrrrious! I will make you cry my name many, many times," she assured Eve, who had turned bright red and was now squirming under the thoughtful gaze of the younger woman beside her.

"It is what you deserve, my Eve," she whispered, shuffling closer and wrapping an arm across Eve's torso. "But you are right, we will sleep now." Villanelle leaned into Eve, capturing her lips in a slightly-less-than-chaste kiss, her tongue flicking out to caress Eve's lower lip before pulling back, then resting her forehead against Eve's for a moment. "And I will dream of making love to you all night", she told Eve with finality. She snuggled down, still holding Eve close to her as she pulled the duvet over them both.

"Sweet dreams, my love," sighed Villanelle into Eve's glorious hair.

"Goodnight sweetheart," whispered Eve. For a moment she thought it was too soft for Villanelle to catch, but a hitch in her breath and a tightening of the arm around her assured her the words were indeed audible. Eve closed her eyes and for a moment let herself feel the loving tenderness between them, to cherish the peace without thought of the months of running from certain death to come.

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anyway, “we need your help walter”

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12/18/17 -  “Oh, miss, we moved your boyfriend’s things into your room.”

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I love these things.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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DAVID DUCHOVNY, 54

Duchovny’s speciality? Laconic brooders. First Agent Fox Mulder on The X-Files, where the sexual tension with Gillian Anderson was as thick as the sense of dread. (The two are back for a miniseries reboot.) Then came self-medicating, self-sabotaging writer Hank Moody on Californication. The real Duchovny is a far less broody polymath who has recorded music, has written a novel and is raising two kids with ex-wife Téa Leoni. Single, he still sports a tattooed wedding band: “I’m not going to cut my finger off!” Besides, “my marriage and my family is one of the happiest parts of the history of my life. I would never change it.” [x]

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My custom Redbubble shirt with the X Files synopsis condensed: "Aliens tho Scully Mulder, but science"

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Audrey & Vixen keeping my bed warm 💛

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Doodling

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Goodbye pink cast, hello blue

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http://www.zazzle.com/mulder_scully_x_files_tee_shirt-235428570455969785I made a thing!

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New do

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