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Bed of Roses (Screw me) by Lecturosa
Fandoms: Mindless Self Indulgence (Band), Real Person Fiction
02 Jun 2026
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It's 1993, you're an impatient 40-year-old cameraman whose task is to deal with a 23-year-old Jimmy Urine in his modeling era.
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07 Jun 2026
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“Okay?” Ilya’s voice is softer now.
A thousand questions underlie that single word. Are we really going to do this? Are we willing to admit that this is worth finding out about? Is this worth fighting for?
They can’t. Maybe they could have before, but if this is true, if Shane is— Shane can’t.
“Okay,” he breathes out, instead, foolish and doomed.
Or: Ilya comes from a line of vampire hunters. Shane gets turned into a vampire right after finding out.
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06 Jun 2026
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It's a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It's just Harry's luck that he's in love with Draco. HPDM, one-shot, eighth year.
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29 May 2026
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It’s just music.
It’s just practice.
It’s just Steve singing like that on purpose-
(he is doing it on purpose, Eddie is convinced of this)Steve can’t look at Eddie for more than three seconds without flirting.
Eddie forgets how words work every time Steve smiles at him.So naturally, they handle this in the most mature way possible:
They panic.
They avoid eye contact.
They overthink everything.
They make it everyone else’s problem.(They are both one mildly intense conversation away from losing their minds.)
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28 May 2026
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“I’m not scared of you,” John whispered into the crook of Sherlock’s neck, his grip tightening as Sherlock started to shudder. “Do you hear me? I’ve seen monsters, Sherlock. I’ve seen the worst things human beings can do to each other. You? You’re just my idiot friend who’s had a very bad night.”
“John... the smell... I can’t…” Sherlock’s voice was a ragged plea. He buried his face in John’s shoulder, his hands clenching into the wool of John’s jumper. He was fighting the urge to bare his teeth, fighting the hunger that roared at the proximity of John’s jugular.or
Vampires weren’t real. They were nothing more than a foolish myth - stories people told themselves to make sense of the truth they were too afraid to face: that some humans were simply monsters.
And yet… the long, pale fangs pressing into Sherlock’s lower lip told an entirely different story.
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20 May 2026