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“Thank you,” Ryan whispers, the metal of his rings cool against the skin of Naim’s neck. Naim’s hands land on Ryan’s thighs. “I’m, fuck, Naim. I’m not good at this. But I want to be. For you.”
“Ryan, you don’t-“
“I do,” Ryan cuts him off, licking his torn bottom lip. “You’re the only person who has taken care of me like this. Only one who wants to. You look at me and you don’t see a fuckup, a loser. You just see me. You’re the only one, Naim.”
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05 Jul 2026
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It turns out that never getting to be alone again for the rest of your lives has some pretty foreseeable consequences. Sometimes, you can get sick of someone even if you lo-care about them, a lot. Sometimes, you realise that you never want to not get sick of them, that you want to be so stuck to them that you get sick of them sometimes forever.
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- Part 2 of IOUverse
Bookmarked by hellshaven
30 Jun 2026
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so realistic. I like how the angst of their post canon life is explored here
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the mirrors lie (those aren't my eyes) by ichangeuserseveryweek
Fandoms: Leviticus (Movie 2026)
26 Jun 2026
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Slowly, Naim pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the burn scars he had amassed over these months. Ryan moved his hand closer and closer, telegraphing his actions carefully as he watched for any sudden movements on Naim's part.
Ryan raised the lighter against Naim's skin, pressing the open flame against his forearm.
Or: Connected scenes from the six months after they make it out, featuring fruit tea, heart-to-hearts, and figuring out where to go next.
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In which I take the 3 second cheek hold and push it to its (il)logical conclusion.
Bookmarked by hellshaven
29 Jun 2026
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Great balance of realistic angst and cutesiness
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Ryan exhales, smoke slipping past his lips. “Did it ever touch you?”
Naim’s stomach churns. He curls towards Ryan, shifting onto his side, as Ryan’s gaze lands on him, piercing. He shakes his head.
“Good,” Ryan says, lifting the cigarette to his mouth.
Naim thinks of photobooth pictures, of hot blood trickling down Ryan’s neck, of flame and fear. He presses a soft kiss to Ryan’s side, over his ribs, over the soft cotton of his shirt, and inhales his scent.
Bookmarked by hellshaven
29 Jun 2026
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“Oi,” he said, full of fake offence, shoving at Naim’s shoulder. Gentle–always gentle, now.
Augh
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In reality, it could have been any number of people. His parents, or the neighbors, or a little girl walking her dog on by. Anyone would stop to watch two boys throwing stones at one another.
Ryan kills Naim that night, too
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23 Jun 2026
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Niam’s mouth had been gentle this time, his words soft, persuasive, and Ryan had trusted that whatever strange mood had made his mouth turn to hurt last time, must have been the same mood that had him and Hunter pelting each other with rocks.
Oh Ryan 🙁
A plus characterization and prose