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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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He… forgot. Waking up curled around another person — around Buck — was not an uncommon occurrence. They'd been sharing the bed for a few months now, as they had back during covid, and would wake up tangled together sometimes. It was normal. It was routine. But this morning, he'd forgotten.
Eddie had woken up warm, comfortable, content, smelling that particular smell that came only from the warm skin of a person asleep, and his slowly waking brain had filled in the missing pieces it hadn't processed yet, signalling his motor cortex to lean down and kiss Buck. Routine.
He'd forgotten.
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12 Jun 2026
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Eddie and Theo are at the zoo when a cyclone hits.
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“I heard you two were expanding your family! Another little one at Durand. We were so excited when we saw the enrollment paperwork.” She clasps her hands together. “Theo is an absolute joy. Let me show you what he’s been working on.”
Expanding your family.
Buck opens his mouth to redirect — it's a reflex, the correction sitting right there on his tongue. This isn’t the first time they’ve been mistaken for more than two totally platonic best friends who are both men and also raising children together.
It’s right there, polite and practiced: Oh, we’re not actually—
But suddenly Eddie’s hand is on his back. Not his shoulder this time, but lower. A few inches lower than two totally platonic best friends who are both men and also raising children together would justify.
Eddie’s palm presses flat against the base of Buck’s spine, fingers spread wide like he’s anchoring them both to the same spot.
“Thank you so much,” Eddie says. “We’re really proud of him.”
Or: The totally platonic act of raising not just one, but two kids with your straight best friend.
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“Shh, no, don’t talk. I just got a response, finally. From the others. They’re coming, Eddie. You’re going to be okay, just stay awake.”
The elevator hadn’t moved yet. They were still trapped in no man’s land, still stuck too far for them to easily get to Eddie and save him. Buck could try to keep faith, but Eddie knew better, and so Eddie had to say it before he lost the chance.
“Buck, listen, I—”
“Eddie, don’t. No goodbyes, okay? Please?”
“I’m not going to die without saying this, so shut up and listen.” Eddie managed to rasp out.
Buck, to his credit, shut up and listened.
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Buck and Eddie are stuck in the elevator together as Eddie bleeds out from his stabbing. Truths are realised, secrets are spilled.
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04 Jun 2026
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“I think Buck is pregnant.”
Hen slots her glasses back onto her wrinkled nose and says, “What, can you smell it on him?”
That shakes Eddie out of it a little. “What? No, his birthmark.”
The wrinkled nose is paired with an eyebrow raise, and Hen tilts her head a fraction. “What about his birthmark?” she asks slowly, like she’s talking to a child or a mental patient.
“It kind of…glows?”
Hen, his current captain, his former partner, one of his best friends, looks at Eddie like he’s lost his mind.
“Boy, if you don’t get out of my office so we can go home.”
or, Buck is pregnant. Eddie just doesn't know how to tell him.
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03 Jun 2026