AngelicMouseGirl
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L: you up?
J: Against my better judgment, yes.Short sexting fic with NSFW art. Seriously it’s NSFW.
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So, you like New Yorker? by oxfordcommachameleon
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
27 Dec 2025
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“So,” Ilya cleared his throat, the word sounding too loud in the stillness. “Shane tells me you like New Yorker.”
Shane’s dad looked at him from where he was rinsing out a glass in the sink, visibly surprised that Ilya had spoken first.
“Oh. Yes,” he said after a beat. “I like to read in the mornings. I love the crossword. Do you read The New Yorker too?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
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While Shane is outside with his mother, Ilya finds unexpected understanding and warmth in a quiet kitchen conversation with the man who helped raised the boy he loves.
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The new occurrence is so miniscule Charles doesn’t think it should even register. And yet, it turns Charles’s world upside down.
Namely - Edwin starts to look at his lips. Sometimes. It’s very brief and very rare, all things considered. Yet still, Charles’s mind lingers on this latest development and doesn’t seem keen on letting it go.
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OR: 5+1 times Charles caught Edwin looking at his lips and one time Charles looked at Edwin's
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Edwin returned to the envelope, from which his attention should never have veered, and opened it with a single, precise cut. The letter opener was returned to Charles – another brief, searing touch – as Edwin carefully removed and unfolded the glossy paper. The crest in the letterhead, a bloody wound against the white background, immediately caught his eye.
“St. Hil’s, innit?” Charles, leaning over Edwin’s shoulder, confirmed what they both knew. They exchanged a dark, speaking glance. No, neither of them had fond memories of that place.Or: Edwin attends his high school reunion and is very normal about his (legal) partner.
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love’s so strange (so real in the dark) by ObsessedWithFandom
Fandoms: Dead Boy Detectives (TV)
02 Nov 2024
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To illustrate his point, he gave Charles’ necklace a sharp tug.
Charles did not answer the question, because Charles’ eyes were slipping shut and his lips were parting around a pretty gasp, the necklace slackening under Edwin’s finger as Charles followed the motion down –
“Charles…” Edwin whispered, and it was not quite a question and not quite a warning. If he were to be brutally honest with himself – something he rarely allowed – it was simply to feel the shape of it in his mouth.
“Tell me to stop,” Charles said at last, breaking the charged silence between them. His voice was hoarse. Edwin swallowed with difficulty. Charles’ eyes dipped down, and his ridiculously long lashes accenting the motion, until there could be no doubt that he was staring at Edwin’s mouth. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”Or: In another universe, the doorbell doesn’t ring.