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  1. Rec 40

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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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    Eddie’s will has a letter attached to it. Buck finds a draft.

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    26 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 91

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    "I miss you."

    Eddie didn’t mean to say it, didn’t even know he was thinking it. Buck shifts a little restlessly.

    "I literally could not be closer to you," he says dryly. Which isn’t true, after all. They’re under the same covers, Buck’s body warming him as his must be warming Buck’s, but there’s plenty of space between them.

    The only way to change things is to find a way to say what you want.

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    22 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 27

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    “I can still sleep on the couch,” Oliver offers softly.

    “No, you can’t.”

    It’s been in the back of his mind since the lobby – the one bed – waiting for this moment. They’re both too tall for the chair-and-a-half, especially with Oliver’s bad leg, and a King-sized bed is big enough for two. It has to be.

    or: Ryan and Oliver get stuck overnight in Nashville because of the weather and there's only one bed. Oh no.

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    10 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 70

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    He sighed to himself and downed the glass of champagne he'd been nursing—non-alcoholic, but enough to convince anyone who might give him a passing glance. He hated this, every time he had to do it. There was one surefire way to derail anyone who began wondering whether maybe Bruce Wayne was doing more than just donating funds to Batman.

    His tie hung loose around his neck, shirt unbuttoned to halfway down his chest, laughing too easily, pressing close to everyone he spoke to, whispering in ears, playing the part, until he turned and froze on the spot.

    Clark Kent, in his signature ill-fitting suit, stood holding a notebook and pen, staring at him with barely-concealed glee.

    Bruce cringed internally. He hated this. He especially hated when it had to be witnessed by someone he actually respected.

    or: After a Gala, Bruce and Clark end up in bed together. They're friends, just helping each other out, no strings attached. Which would be great, if Bruce hadn't been halfway to head-over-heels since the day they met.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    “Can I hold your hand?” Barry interrupts, and abruptly scatters whatever ideas Len had started pulling together. “Just, just for a second. I’m not. No tricks, I promise.” The jazz hands he offers as a demonstration of innocent intent do no favours for the edge of mania he’s giving off.

    “I’m not exactly the hand holding type, in cas-”

    “Please.” Barry interrupts again, and Len blames the bizzarity of the situation for the hand he raises in offer. It’s not holding so much as it’s Barry grasping Len’s between both of his own suddenly bare ones and doubling over them in a strange imitation of veneration. He watches a shudder ripple through Barry, head to toe, and the energy he’s been practically buzzing with seems to leave all at once, siphoned off into the ether. They stand like that for several long moments—moments that Len absolutely does not spend gaping like an idiot—before Barry straightens, tips his head back, and groans like he’s relieved.

    tl;dr: Barry gets cursed. And, somehow, this is Len's problem. Set some amorphous time post-singularity, ignores any cannon past that point.

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    28 Oct 2025