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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    Zane (Sematary) and Wren (Ghost Mountain) have been friends and musicians for a while and Zane wanders onto ao3 to confirm if he is officially famous or not. Things progress and he ends up reading a fanfic of him and Wren.

    i wrote this cause i cant find the fic of Wren walking in on Zane masturbating (i miss it so much😭😭😭).

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Cute

  2. Public Bookmark 2

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    The only thing that still felt like being alive

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    07 Jul 2026

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    Vomit

  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    they meet at a beautiful october afternoon

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    05 Jul 2026

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    beautiful

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    Zane doesn’t want to disappoint his father. He wants to be strong. Wren can’t give him that. He is a man, after-all, but when he cannot give up what he and Wren has, can he settle that internal struggle within his mind?

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    05 Jul 2026

  5. Rec 2

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    Good thing Zane has a gun

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Gun
    By badjjji

     

    "There's a round in the chamber. I could splatter your brains across this wall right now. Turn your face into a fucking bloody pulp. But you know what?" Zane pauses for a few seconds, and in the frozen silence only his breathing is audible – heavy, like a wounded beast's – "even with a hole in your skull, I'd still fuck you and your still‑warm corpse. Even in the coffin, you'd stay my whore."