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The hall light is on when Ross pulls into the driveway. Their bedroom and Sam’s office are at the back of the house, so he can’t see what lights are on up there, but Sam’s probably already in bed. He usually waits up for Ross, but today's game ran late.
Or, a peek into Ross Boston's home life.
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"Joe’s hands are gentle when they curl around his hips and he pulls Ryan closer, legs spreading enough that Ryan can step between them. There’s soft pressure on his hips and he leans closer, hands coming to rest on the cushion beside Joe’s head. The first kiss is slow, the hint of tongue against Ryan’s lip enough to make him shudder despite the heat. There’s sweat gathering at the base of his spine and when Joe sighs into his mouth and presses harder at his hips, Ryan leans closer and kisses him properly."
Or, that time in 2003 when Ryan went to visit Joe and instead of leaving after one drink, he stays and they have sex on the hearthrug
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They meet Jazmine at the gates to the graveyard. Raleigh hides the way his hands are trembling by curling them into fists and burying them into the pockets of his civvies. Yancy curls an arm around their sisters’ shoulders and presses a kiss to her finely coiffed hair.
They kiss her tear stained cheeks (It’s the last thing they ever do for her) and walk away with a last look at the pile of fresh earth that will house their Mom for eternity. Raleigh wonders whether he will see her sooner, rather than later. He wonders if the fatalists are right to think that the Kaiju attacks are the first wave of the apocalypse, and that God will soon reach down from the heavens and pluck them from their homes.
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I'm not faithless, just paranoid of getting lost by the_eighth_sin
Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer
03 Jun 2012
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Written for the Remember When This Was Fun contest.
“Riley, love? You have to let go.” He doesn’t ease up the pressure and my heart leaps a little. “Okay then. Dad? Could you get Riley some water please?” When the door swings shut again I stare at him, willing him to speak, to help me understand.
Instead, he shivers, and I tug gently with the hand he has in a death grip, pulling him further up the bed so that I can pull the quilt over us both. When my father returns, Riley’s snuggled against my side, taking comfort from the contact, eyes still wide, hairline still damp with sweat. But he’s not gasping anymore, his eyes aren’t darting around like he’s scanning for threats, and he doesn’t look like he wants to run and run and never look back.
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i was raised out in the cold (i was raised on little light) by coffeeinallcaps
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
14 Apr 2026
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No one would believe it now, but Ilya Rozanov was a shy kid, prone to tears. Small for his age. An easy target.
After his mother’s death, he threw himself into hockey. He hit a growth spurt. He started lifting weights, became big and strong. Not as big and strong as his older brother, but big enough to make Alexei and the other bullies think twice. Strong enough to fight back.
(Or: Five times Ilya has to go home to Russia, and one time he chooses to go home to Shane.)
This isn’t what Ilya had in mind when he figured they’d be spending most of their time at the cottage in bed.He throws his arm over his eyes and groans. “I am ruining our time together. I am ruining your time off.”
“No you’re not,” Shane says. “Are you kidding me? I’ve basically been fantasizing about this.”
Ilya lowers his arm. “About me puking all over your favorite place on earth?”
“No, you asshole. About taking care of you.”
Ilya stares at him.
Shane says, defensively, “What?”
“I fantasize about you fucking yourself on boring beige dildo,” Ilya says, voice cracking, “and you fantasize about me being sick at your cottage so you can take care of me?”
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As the newest instructor at St. Bart's, John has been explicitly warned to never do Sherlock Holmes any favours. Too bad the sex is so good.
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24 Oct 2025
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Two musical notes: Every parrot and every construction worker knows them. Shrill and salacious, so Sherlock will remember: You are on display. It’s supposed to be a compliment. Supposed to make him feel good, that they have laboured to remind him.
It makes him feel like a package of meat, set down into the cooler, raw and waiting to eaten.
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08 Sep 2025
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The game is assassin. It's a game of skill and strategy. Subterfuge. And clothespins.
Andrew plans to win it all.
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29 Aug 2025
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“Arthur, we’re both grown men who like dressing up in masks and leather. You mustn’t be so serious about everything.”
Or: Cosplayer, Leather Daddy Overcome Subcultural Differences to Find Love.
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