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please, i'm already on my knees (in god's country) by foxesjosten
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
04 Nov 2024
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The scene after the tree confrontation and make-up, aka Andrew losing it on Sam's porch, from Sam's perspective.
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Growing Things, Old Cooking Oil, and The Hedonic Thrill of June by antigone_luvr_2006
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
16 Oct 2024
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“Nah,” he says, reconsidering, “scratch that, you can be my trophy wife,” Eddie says, returning his attention to the crush of dark curls above his forehead.
“That shit’s really gonna work for you in prison, you know, after Pauly D sues you for identity theft,” Andrew levels. He briefly wonders what it would be like to sweep into a room on Eddie’s arm, all eyes on him, not in contempt, but with jealousy, with desire. He wonders if the whippets they did last week legitimately melted his brain.Eddie and Andrew go to a party the summer before they leave for college. They don't talk about a lot.
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cursed romantics//fatalist collision by Underhung_Aura
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
27 Aug 2024
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Andrew just wants.
He was afraid he wouldn’t remember how to without Eddie. All of Andrew’s wanting was always so intrinsically tied up in the pathways of Eddie’s veins, seemingly born and cradled in Eddie’s blood, held within him so tightly, Andrew thought it would die right along with him.
It didn’t.
Oh, how it didn’t.
It burns brightly in him for Sam Halse, his want. It flows through him easier than anything, more intoxicating than any drug.
or, after the ending of summer sons andrew and sam figure some things out and fuck nasty about it
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“It’s a choice I made, getting into this thing with you, whatever it is. But don’t mistake me, I’m not interested in filling in for a ghost.”
On choices, love, and strays.
Sam POV Summer Suns
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ain't no love for a boy like me by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
13 Jul 2024
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“I’ll be better for you,” he breathes, wide-eyed and earnest and a little too honest. “Shit, Sam, I want to be better for you.”
Sam exhales sharply, sweeping his thumb over Andrew’s knuckles, a soothing back and forth motion that settles them both back into their skin.
“Hell, Blur, don’t do that for me.”
Andrew stares blankly at him, blinking once, slow and doe eyed. “What?”
“Be better because you fuckin’ deserve it. After all that shit Ed put you through, put on you, you deserve the chance to get out from underneath it.”
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Or, Sam and Andrew in the aftermath, and what would've happened if they'd kept it in their pants long enough to figure out all the bullshit with Eddie first
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- Part 6 of Summer Sons drabbles
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princess… there's a lot you don't know about me.
Or, Sam and Andrew try again.
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i’ll keep you inside my lungs by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated for So_Runs_the_World_Away
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
02 Jun 2024
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Eddie is kissing him, fingers tangled in Andrew’s hair, knee slotted between his thighs; he’s kissing him like he needs him, like he’s the air Eddie breathes and the blood pumping through his veins, and Andrew’s head thunks back against the front door as he moans around Eddie’s tongue devouring his mouth.
“I don’t understand,” Andrew gasps.
Eddie’s teeth graze his lower lip, fingers pressing bruises into Andrew’s hips. “Told you things were different here,” he breathes. “We can do this here, Andrew. We can have this.”
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Or, what would’ve happened if Eddie chose Andrew over his research, and how Andrew chose love instead of ruin.AKA: Eddie and Andrew were never meant to work, but maybe Sam and Andrew are.
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- Part 5 of Summer Sons drabbles
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Sam didn’t stop when he reached towards him this time, and Andrew bowed forward under the warm weight of Sam’s palm against his neck. He finished his sentence staring at the space where their knees almost met. “Eddie’s haunt is doing more than looking.”
Silence settled between them. He started to say more and stopped. Something fractious and lost was rising within him and he pushed back into the pressure of Sam’s hand.
“Fuck, Andrew,” Sam squeezed the back of his neck more firmly, keeping his head tilted down, and Andrew melted and bristled at the same time.
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what if Andrew had ended up going to Sam's after his fucked up little seance in the trunk of the Challenger? -
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Sometimes, with strong thighs bracketing his and calloused hands bruising his skin and hot lips claiming his, blanking his mind and controlling his body, he drifts. He loses himself in the pleasure, in the feeling of being so completely owned; in the relief that comes with having his iron-tight control given to someone else and wholly trusting his offering will be met with kindness.
Sometimes, when his mind has gone empty and syrupy-slow, his body remembers Eddie.
Remembers bloodied knuckles and sweaty fingers grasping his own as pinpricks of pain bloom around his wrist. Remembers saliva-slick joints being pressed between his lips and knees tucked into the backs of his own and dew drops sparkling on fluttering lashes and fuck you for being so good.The god-fucking-damn thing is this:
Andrew and Eddie are so irrevocably, irretrievably interwoven that even death hasn’t been able to separate them.Series
- Part 4 of Summer Sons drabbles
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fistfights and firelight by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
09 May 2024
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“Eddie was trying to drag me to my death. After- after everything, he still wouldn’t let go.” He inhales deeply; holds the air in his lungs until it burns. Sam’s fingers tighten to bruising around his hip, and the air expels from Andrew’s body in a rush, tension seeping from his frame and dissipating into nothingness.”I couldn’t let go, either. Not really. But you, Sam goddamn Halse- you gave me something to want to live for.”
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Or, Sam and Andrew have a much needed conversation. Somewhere along the way, they work their shit out.
*follow up to i love you, but this is no life
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- Part 2 of first times and second chances
- Part 2 of Summer Sons drabbles
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i love you, but this is no life by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
05 May 2024
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“I was trying to save you,” Andrew says dully, and Halse’s bitter laughter drags through broken glass and blood; the words he spits at Andrew are copper tinged and jagged- they’re meant to cut, to hurt.
“Well congrats, Blur, you fuckin’ did it. You saved me. Didn’t bother askin’ if I wanted to be saved first, though, did ya?”
“I didn’t think I needed to.” Andrew says quietly, watching Halse twist into something savage and frightened and barely contained at the admission.
He tries to feel worse about that than he does. Tries to feel bitter, or angry; tries to gear himself up for the fight Halse is looking for, but he…can’t.
Fuck, he just can’t.
He can’t feel a single goddamn thing.
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Or, what would've happened if Andrew had gone to tell Sam about laying Eddie to rest in person, instead of over text.
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- Part 1 of first times and second chances
- Part 1 of Summer Sons drabbles
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summer sons from Sam Halse's perspective bc we deserve it
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It takes ages for Andrew to stop shaking, and when he finally speaks, his voice is thin and hoarse. “I’m sorry.”
“Shut up, Blur.”
“It’s never happened before, not like that, he’s never—”
Fucking Ed and his goddamn ghost shit. Sam’s lips are a tight line as he sits up enough to rub Andrew’s back. “Stop talking.”
“I’m trying—I’m fucking trying to figure this shit out—”
Andrew stops when Sam pushes his fingers into his curls and pulls—not enough to hurt him, just enough to get him to stop fucking babbling. “Andrew.” The other man makes a small sound in reply; Sam keeps the tension on Andrew’s hair for a moment longer, then lets go, scratching his scalp again. “I’m not mad, but you gotta shut the hell up."
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The morning after the deer.
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Honestly, Sam probably has a fever now, but as long as he doesn’t check his temp, he can pretend that it’s only on the horizon instead of very much already there.
“Shit,” Andrew says, twisting to look back at Sam. “Sorry.”
“Hush.” Gently, Sam pushes Andrew’s head to a less painful-looking angle. “I’m blaming Riley for this one—I know he drinks my milk straight from the jug.”
“I’m sure that’s it” —Andrew’s voice cracks, and he pauses to take a sip of his drink— “and not you having your tongue down my throat whenever you get the chance.”
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Sam finds something unexpected in Andrew's desk.
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He came back to himself in inches. Sam smelled clean and familiar where his face was wedged against the side of his neck, and the hands at his back were moving steadily up and down, firm pressure over the faint scratches from earlier pulling him back, separating out the present moment. One of them slid up and curled loosely in the hair at the top of his head, tugging experimentally backwards. Andrew kept his face where it was.
“Hey princess, you gonna look at me ever again or are you just gonna keep feeling up my traps with your face indefinitely?”
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Remember how they were having a good fun time making out on the couch and then things took a hard left? This fic answers the question of "what would have happened if Andrew had been just well-adjusted enough to keep the ring off his damn finger for like another 24 hours?" and the answer is, basically, sex.
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pretty much anything by avalonjoan
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo, Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
21 Feb 2024
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“So how long are you two planning on keeping up this whole ‘roommate’ thing?”
“Sam!” Riley flails out an arm and smacks Sam in the chest; miraculously, Sam doesn’t spill a drop of his whiskey. “Please forgive my idiot cousin. Nutritional deficiencies have rotted his brain.”
When Ronan speaks, Adam turns to look; his boyfriend’s lips are curled in something akin to a snarl as he leans forward, elbows on his thighs. “You calling me a liar?”
Sam holds his free hand up. “Nah, man.” He smacks Riley on the chest, eliciting a muttered curse from the other man. “Riley’s got like eighteen boyfriends and girlfriends, but he knows to keep his hands off his roommate, so I know it’s possible. Just curious.”
--Ronan and Adam go to Halse's place for drinks; things take an unexpected turn.
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The difference was this. Eddie could be watched, but not wanted. Eddie could be touched, but not loved. Eddie could be followed, but not served. Sam would accept all of those from him, and Andrew wanted to do every one.
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Something sweet and sappy about Andrew learning to trust his relationship with Sam.
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“The hell are you doing here?”
In spite of his greeting, Sam doesn’t look upset when Andrew lets himself in. He’s stretched out on the couch with the TV remote in one hand, a tumbler of bourbon in the other; the scene might have passed for any other Friday night if he hadn’t swaddled himself in about three different blankets and a hoodie.
Well, that and the fact that his voice cracks on ‘you’, the rest of the sentence a barely audible hiss.
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Sometimes Sam needs space, but Andrew wants him close.
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Once Andrew removed the little bit of crusted blood around the incision, he rechecked the instructions and dabbed a layer of Vaseline over the area. “Feel okay?” Sam nodded, and Andrew held his chin and turned his head side to side, putting a little extra ointment on the red patches where the bandage adhesive had pulled. Even after everything had been handled, he continued to touch up his work, smoothing a finger or thumb over Sam’s cheekbone, his forehead, the long-healed scar that bisected his eyebrow.
“Andrew.” Opening his eyes and looking up, Sam said in a quiet voice, “I know what you’re doing.”
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Andrew tends, perhaps too closely, to Sam.
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the thin line between joy and pain by queermccoy for Philipa_Moss
Fandoms: Summer Sons - Lee Mandelo
18 Dec 2023
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The Blur’s house is three storys tall, easily twice as big as the house Ed bought in Nashville, the one Andrew still, technically, lives in with Riley and his partners event though all his stuff has made its way into Sam’s house; his clothes hanging next to Sam’s in his closet, his beer in Sam’s fridge, his boots at Sam’s front door.
Suddenly, Sam wishes they were at home, sitting on the couch with their bodies tucked against each other.
He takes a deep breath and turns off the car, pulling his keys out of the ignition. He turns and Andrew is staring at the house like it’s going to bite him. Sam squints at him before reaching out and pinching his chin between his thumb and his forefinger. He shakes him gently.
“Come on,” Sam says. “Let’s meet your parents.”
or, Sam spends Christmas with the Blurs