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Man or a Monster by liminal_trace for Shklance_the_Sandwich
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
29 Jan 2023
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"In your hands, there's a touch that can heal
But in those same hands, is the power to kill."*
With all his time spent at the Library recently, Neil has been excelling at his studies. It’s only too bad he can’t say the same thing about his sleep.
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Triple Chocolate Fudge Brownie by liminal_trace for eyeslikefireflies
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
29 Jun 2022
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Fleetingly he thinks of his favourite flavour ice cream, triple choc fudge brownie with caramel bits. The others laugh, or disapprove- in Kevin’s case, they call it an addiction as if they know what it means. And perhaps they do, Andrew thinks of track marks and Aaron yelling obscenities at the bathroom door. But ice cream isn’t an addiction for Andrew, it’s a way of coping. A shitty, sugary mechanism for dopamine and unharmful urges.
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Wymack has his arms crossed over his chest as he stares at Neil, eyes hard, and long enough for Neil to start feeling uncomfortable again. Before Neil can say anything, Wymack glances away and Neil follows, landing on Andrew and Renee. Wymack seems to wait till Neil has followed his gaze before delivering the punch. “And you’re going to see Betsy, I won’t have an argument with you, not about this.”
Neil snaps his head back so fast that the back of his neck twinges in pain, which he ignores in favour of gaping at Wymack. His stomach sinks down to the ground and when he swallows he feels protests scratching at the back of his throat.
“Coach…” Neil starts before he lets out a dark humourless laugh. He attempts to arrange his wobbly limbs to stand taller, firmer. “You can’t make me.”
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Or, the one where Neil goes to therapy.
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Neil got up to sit right in front of Andrew, phantom hands floating above Andrew’s knees, staring into his eyes, eyes that looked as dead as Neil was.
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hold on dear, don't open the box by liminal_trace
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
01 Nov 2020
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The term monster that the upperclassman love to refer to him by had not surprised him in the slightest. He was filled with monsters, it only made sense that he was branded by them.
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The issue is that no house is good enough when the other option is Eddie and Christopher filling the house with the warmth he could never quite capture while they were in Texas.
But he can’t keep delaying it if Eddie managed to sell a whole house in the time that Buck’s been looking for an apartment.
Sure, it seems like Eddie did a great job making the place livable, enough to make the place appealing enough to get a few offers, but still, Buck needs to find a new place to live.
And it’s making him think about all those feelings he’s been ignoring since Eddie told him he was looking for houses in El Paso.
The level of hurt behind the decision to move in and let Eddie go without a fight.
Because he didn’t think he could win.
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tell me you want me (show me you mean it) by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do)
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
25 Feb 2026
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“This is not the type of stuff that should be displaced and currently in Buck’s possession.
If he had it his way, he would never lay eyes on this and be forced to learn its content.
Because he’s currently holding the “Last Will and Testament of Edmundo Diaz.”
But that’s not really what has Buck cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom in the middle of the night, feeling like the gravitational pull of the Earth has changed.
It’s the piece of slightly crumpled notepad paper with it, scribbled with Eddie’s handwriting, with lines crossed and smudged letters.
That’s addressed to him.”
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He’s fairly sure, in some faraway part of his brain, that Eddie doesn’t mean for him to climb onto the couch, slot his legs between Eddie’s, and collapse on top of him — Eddie’s chest his new favorite pillow.
He does know that’s probably not what he meant. But it is what Buck does.
Or, Buck's so, so tired. What's he supposed to do but take a nap on top of Eddie?
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“This is the most thought that anyone, of all time, ever, has put into adjusting a driver’s seat, Eddie.”
“Buck—”
“I’m serious. That rearview mirror has lived through so many angles and lives in the past six minutes that it’s about to start recounting its first-hand experience on the Titanic.”
Just for that, Eddie reaches up between them and tweaks the mirror again. A ray of sunlight hits it and bounces across Buck’s eyeline. Buck’s face scrunches up as he rushes to shield his forehead with one hand. It does not remind Eddie whatsoever of a small, bashful dog hiding behind its soft paw, because that would be deranged. He twists the mirror back into position.
“The Titanic probably would have gotten us to Nashville better than this truck.”
Buck’s indignant squawk rings out in time with the turnover of the engine as Eddie hits the ignition.
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Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier
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“I’m just saying, you definitely don’t look old enough to have a teenager,” the dad says, nodding towards Chris again. “How old are you, kid? Fourteen?”
Chris is staring at him now, too, grip tight around his crutches. “Fifteen?” he says, but it comes out more like a question than a genuine answer. He’s just as confused as Buck feels.
The dad lets out a low whistle. “Seriously, man,” he laughs, talking to Buck again. “Fifteen? You look good. I bet your wife is jealous as hell, though. It’s like you copy and pasted yourself.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh, I’m not—” Buck starts, his brain finally catching up to this confusing conversation. “He’s not—“
The dad’s eyes grow wide. “Oh,” he breathes, wincing. “Oh shit, my bad. I just assumed—I mean, you two just look so much alike.”
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