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He stands up, because Eddie does not cower from knocks at — he checks his phone — 10:52 PM, even though every true crime podcast his abuela forwards him suggests this is exactly how people end up as a Dateline episode.
He looks through the peephole.
He blinks.
He looks again.
There is a man on his porch. Which, fine, he expected a man. What he did not expect is for the man to be — and Eddie needs a second here, because he’s processing several things simultaneously and doing a poor job with all of them — approximately six foot two, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, visibly muscular in a way that suggests either a dedicated gym routine or a genetic lottery win or both, and completely, entirely, spectacularly naked.
Except for the potted succulent he's holding in front of his crotch.
Eddie's succulent. From Eddie's porch. The one Chris named Potricia.
Or,
The odds of the universe dropping a naked man on your doorstep are low, but never zero.Bookmarked by Fancyplatypus
14 Mar 2026
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Eddie’s massage therapist is Briana.
He confirmed this six times: twice on the website, once during a phone call he made from his truck in the grocery store parking lot like it was a covert operation, three more times in the confirmation email.
"Eddie?"
He looks up.
That is not Briana.
The guy standing in the hallway entrance is tall and built like someone whose job description wildly undersold the physical reality. There's a birthmark above his eye that shouldn't work but does, way too much, and his scrubs fit him well. They — okay. They fit him obscenely well, actually.
His arms. God, his arms. They're just arms. Everyone has arms.
Eddie is suddenly, involuntarily, thinking about what it would feel like to have those arms braced on either side of him. Or around him. Or holding him down.
Which is not a thought he's ever had about a man's arms before. He's pretty sure. He's almost sure. He's going to move on from this.
He is going to stop looking at the arms.
Any second now.
Or,
It's just a massage. Eddie can survive that. Right?- Language:
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No matter the distance, the silence, or the storms in between – what’s meant to find it’s way will always do so. The universe, in its quiet wisdom, knows how to bring hearts home.
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Buck and Eddie can’t stand each other, constantly arguing and getting on the team's nerves. On a call, a botched magical encounter leaves them stuck hearing each other’s thoughts. Forced into unbearable closeness, they unravel secrets, past wounds, and inconvenient desires. What begins as a curse turns into the most intimate connection either has ever known. But falling in love when your enemy knows everything you’re thinking? That’s the real risk.--
Magic AU where Buck and Eddie end up with Telepathic Communication- Language:
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05 Mar 2026
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let me see the heat get to you by snarwor
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
03 Mar 2026
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In the Seven Kingdoms, only an alpha can be sworn a knight of the realm. Somehow, Dunk's gone this long without presenting as anything. But Ser Lyonel Baratheon has a talent for getting him hot under the collar.
Should mean nothing. Let the games begin.
(a remix of the show, but make it omegaverse)
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25 Feb 2026
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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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