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“I didn’t tell Myra I even applied to come here. I don’t really know why, I just… I had to, you know? It felt like… it was my last chance.”
“Last chance for what?”
“I don’t even know, that’s the fucked-up part. To do something, I guess. To do anything.” He turns to Richie. “Pretty stupid, right?”
“No,” Richie murmurs. “I don’t think so.”
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Or: Richie and Eddie meet while studying abroad, featuring drinking games, bad dancing, things getting lost in translation, personalized playlists, leather jackets, photo shoots in ancient ruins, karaoke, and one (1) gay bar. -
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Teeth clenched, Rooster leans his forearm across Hangman’s chest, looming, eyes searching eyes. “What’s your game?”
If Hangman is intimidated, he gives no indication. In fact, he seems to grasp what Rooster is asking immediately; that stupid smirk curls the sides of his lips as he raises his chin in challenge. “This isn’t a game, Rooster. It’s just life.” The smirk widens. “Well, life and death.”
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Or: Rooster is sure he’s straight. So why does Hangman always look so good?
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Camboy, Fanboy by tempestbreak for gyokuken
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
05 Apr 2021
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The dude on the webcam is hot. And that’s all it is.
At first.
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Or: Pro-hero Bakugou subscribes to a camboy. Who the fuck names themselves DEKU, anyway?
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“What did he mean, that you’d have to be his dog?”
Reki bursts out laughing. “Oh, Miya? He was just being a brat, joking around… I think,” he adds, unsure.
“Oh. I thought it might mean something specific in Japanese.”
Reki purses his lips, humming. “Hmm… I guess I don’t really know what he meant.” He drums his fingers on the handlebars and then snickers. “Though he did say he’d be your cat or dog if he lost, so maybe you could ask him!”
“I don’t want him to be my dog, he’s a child.”
Langa sounds deadpan as always, yet his tone curls in Reki’s gut. Maybe it’s how close he is to his ear. Maybe it’s how he put just the slightest emphasis on the word him.
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Or: Langa wins against Miya, but Reki still ends up someone's dog, as a joke. Right?
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The One With Eddie's New Roommate by tempestbreak for camerasparring
Fandoms: IT (Movies - Muschietti)
03 Mar 2021
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When Richie opens the door to his apartment well past midnight after a long day of rehearsal, he expects it to be dark inside but for the oven light.
What he doesn’t expect is to see his roommate getting absolutely railed on his Barcalounger by a strange man with a goatee.
“R-Richie!!” Eddie exclaims, his eyes flying wide.
“Aw, hell!” the stranger exclaims.
“Oh, no!” Richie exclaims, to complete the trifecta of idiotic exclamations, and slams the door shut.
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Or: Richie moves out. Eddie's new roommate may or may not be a serial killer.
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[Eddie 11:48]
Forgot how weird this is
[Eddie 11:49]
I mean not weird weird but different
[Eddie 11:49]
SlipperyFuck. Buck’s stomach does somersaults at that one-word text. He exhales a shaky, quivering breath, checking over his shoulder to make sure the coast is still clear. This must be how aristocrats felt when they saw a bare ankle.
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Buck and Eddie are both antsy for round two with Eddie's new parts. Just as soon as Buck gets off of work.Series
- Part 2 of slip 'n slide
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we both know what the scores don't show by beautifulduckweed
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
08 Jan 2026
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Shane knows he shouldn't, and yet he still does, or: every hookup Shane and Ilya should've had between 2011 and 2013. Because TV budgets aren't infinite, but our need for smut between these two is. Featuring: bruise sucking! Deepthroating! Intercrural! Shane removing Ilya's clothing with his teeth! Edging! The boys being extremely goofy! And so much more.
They shuck all their clothing off—Shane doesn’t even bother to fold his, he’s too hungry, too impatient—but as he moves to pull Rozanov towards him and into bed, he’s arrested by Rozanov’s grip on his forearm.
He follows the direction of Rozanov’s gaze and finally remembers: the bruise. He hasn’t paid much attention to it. Hasn’t felt it, really, since Rozanov has stepped into the room.
It’s a real beauty, about the size of his palm, and dark purple-blue. Rozanov is staring at it like he’s hypnotized.
“I did that,” he says, half question, half statement.
“Probably,” Shane says.
“No, it was me,” Rozanov says, and this time he sounds absolutely certain. He brushes gentle fingertips over it; Shane shivers.
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One unlucky hit on the ice, and Shane loses more than he could've imagined, or: the romance novel amnesia AU that nobody asked for and that I felt compelled to write anyway.
Shane—Shane was alive. He was alive, and in the best hospital in Montreal, and being monitored by a vigilant team of doctors and nurses. The machines that were attached to him proclaimed his life. There was his heartbeat: 62 beats per minute. His blood oxygen was 99%. There were all sorts of other numbers and charts, none of which alarmed the nurse who had bustled in and then bustled out again. That meant that everything was good—except for the fact that Shane had not woken up yet. That, Ilya knew, was very, very bad.
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Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request.
“So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—”
Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous.
After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat.
“Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.” -
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“Well, I mean…” Richie starts, as if this entire situation was like any other reasonable discussion he’s had. “We can, if you really want to. I’m game.”
Eddie chokes on the coffee that was still running down his throat. He looks at Richie as if he’d just grown several heads. Surely it couldn’t be this simple, right? “Um, what?”
Richie remains nonchalant. “Roommates with benefits, you said? Not the worst idea ever.”
(Or, Eddie and Richie are roommates in college and one day decide to start casually hooking-up. Things go about as well as expected.)
UPDATE 20/09/19: for everyone asking, I will be posting the final chapter within the next few weeks. It has been a long time coming and I can't thank you all enough for your patience and understanding. All of your comments have inspired me to finish it and I hope you all like it. Big love, talk soon xx