Water_bottttle
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“You'd murder another man over me.”
“I'd let you help.” Adam was smiling, again. He did turn, slightly, to reach an arm back and grab a plastic bag. “Check these, then. No shovels, no duct tape.”
Ronan did lean back and check, though he doubted there'd be any such thing on word alone. He had the offhand thought Adam probably could lead him to a ditch and he'd just accept it and lay in his grave.
“Peas?” He said, instead of voicing whatever that bullshit was.
“Frozen peas.” Adam corrected, like the semantics mattered. “Better than bread.”
“For what?”
“Ducks.” Like it was obvious-
In which Ronan and Adam, after encountering life-threatening peril, now face the trials of early teen courtship. Emotional vulnerability comes with the territory.
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keep it all in the moment (before any hearts'll get broken) by littlemousejelly
Fandoms: The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon
22 Mar 2020
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Ead scraped her teeth against Sabran's lower lip, tugging at it and reveling in the way it made Sabran writhe underneath her, made her breath gust out with the sound of a dove taking flight. She dropped kiss after wet kiss down her jaw and neck--pausing for a moment to dip her tongue into the hollow of Sabran's throat to taste the moonlight pooling there--before sliding lower. Low enough to lay gentle kisses to Sabran's swollen breasts, low enough for Ead to pause with her mouth hovering over a full, tender nipple, low enough to look up at Sabran for permission and feel her lungs constrict from the heat of her gaze.
ORsamantha shannon said, "let them come." so here i am letting them come.
Bookmarked by Water_bottttle
01 Jul 2025
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RARE FANDOM WLW SMUT WIN FOR THE LESBIANS
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Gansey handed off one of the lime green plastic rackets to Ronan, “You play. Since you’re our resident tennis player, and all.”
Adam blinked at him, momentarily confused, before remembering that Ronan used to go to tennis practice twice a week, every week. He used to play competitively. And then his dad died, and he’d stopped going to classes at all, and tennis practice apparently constituted a class.
Ronan took the racket like it was venomous, rolling over and over in his hand, testing the weight, “This isn’t tennis. This is like if a tennis ball fucked a a beanpole and they got up the duff.”
Adam raised his eyebrows, “Very visual, Lynch.”
Ronan sneered at him, “Come on, then, big guy. I challenge you to a swingball contest.”
[AKA, the gangsey goes camping, ronan is very good at tennis, and adam has some Realisations about himself]
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A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety by greenvlvetcouch (mpr3g)
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 Nov 2023
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Remus loves Sirius, and Sirius loves Remus.
That’s just the way it is—call it a law of the universe or just the way the world works—but after four years away, Remus gets a call from Sirius asking him if he remembers a promise they made freshman year.
And, of course, Remus remembers. How could he not?
Something like a love story from the summer of 1978, full of Southern Cuts and Old Style, shitty motel rooms, and questionable decisions. Poor excuse for poetry and late night dancing, a trip to Vegas, and one too many honeymoon suites.
Cherry pop rocks, too-tight pants, and a road trip across the U.S.
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- Part 2 of HIGHWAY NINETY
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nothing left (but some blood where the body fell) by orphan_account
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
27 Mar 2022
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this countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide / they hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide / they're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection / nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception / and everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood / sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud.
- lost in the flood, bruce springsteen
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