WackJackz
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I haven’t written oneshots in a long while. But the Lawrusso brainrot is severe enough that I’ve gone back into writing.
There will eventually be smut involved, it’ll just take some time for me to cook some up for y’all.
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Life had a rough start for Nathan Miller. His mother was tragically killed by her husband in 1996. Right now, things have been better, but then they start to change for the worse once again.
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Miguel and Eli have been dating for a while — not that they ever really said it out loud. They don’t need big declarations. They have notes. Scribbled on napkins, folded into locker bouquets, slipped under textbooks and snack bags. It’s how they talk when talking feels too much. Their whole relationship written in bits of paper and half-jokes that mean something more. It works. It’s them. Until suddenly, one note doesn’t feel like just a note anymore.
Or: Five notes that meant “I love you,” and one that finally said it.
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01 May 2026
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Miguel wasn’t supposed to be thinking like this. Twenty was way too young to be losing his mind over someday — a house, a kid, a life. He was supposed to be thinking about midterms and karate and how to keep his busted old laptop running long enough to get through the quarter.
But here he was, hands slack on the edge of the stove, brain completely hijacked by the sight of Eli stretched out on the living room floor — laughing like he belonged there, like he'd always belonged there — and by the wild, dizzying want twisting up in Miguel's chest until it was hard to breathe.
Or: Miguel watches Eli playing with his little sister and maybe starts thinking about a family of their own.
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01 May 2026
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“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Eli muttered, fully teasing because he had never once doubted Miguel’s abilities. In fact, when he had offered to do his makeup, Eli jumped at the opportunity. Partly because he was sure he would fuck it up by himself and mostly because he wanted Miguel to touch him.
Miguel huffed under his breath, a sound loud enough to break Eli out of his increasingly concerning thoughts. His breath was riddled with the kind of fake annoyance he pulled when he was concentrating and someone was needling at him. He didn’t answer. Instead, he shifted closer, bending, so he could lean over the chair. Eli barely stopped himself from shrinking back. Not because he didn’t want it — God, he wanted it — but because Miguel’s sudden nearness shorted whatever part of his brain handled normal social interactions.
“You’re lucky I like you,” Miguel muttered finally, the words a little too close to Eli’s ear as he angled the sponge toward his face.
Or: Eli and Miguel are getting ready for a Halloween party together, and Miguel offered to do Eli’s makeup. Unfortunately, sitting still while your best friend touches your face is a lot harder when you’re completely, hopelessly in love with him.
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01 May 2026
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01 May 2026