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By the dumpster: a pair of bright red, latex-clad feet sticking out. Eddie hesitates, then steps forward.
Fuck.
There’s someone there, leaning against the brick wall in—some sort of superhero costume. Okay.
Weird.
Not the weirdest thing Eddie’s ever seen—but the bleeding gash across the guy’s side definitely rockets it up the list. He’s pressing shaky hands against the wound, shrapnel jutting out in ugly pieces.
There’s one very visible large piece, but Eddie thinks even through the darkness that he can spot a few smaller pieces around it.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. The man’s head jerks up.
“E—” He stumbles on the syllable, sucking in a trembling breath. “Uh—Eek.”
Eek?“Are you a mouse?” Eddie tries not to sound bitchy. He fails.
“No, I’m—” Oh. There’s some kind of voice distorter. That’s strange. This guy seems involved in something far above Eddie’s pay grade. As far as he’s concerned, everything but the open wound is none of his business.
“I’m Spider-Man.”
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SPIDER-BUCK and GAY-EDDIE
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07 May 2026
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Buck's not sure what's going on when Eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's A Thing, and it's a thing Buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant.
(or another Buddie fic where everyone knows except Buck.)
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30 Apr 2026
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Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.
But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”
—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—
So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.
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30 Apr 2026
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Missing Chris is less of an emotion these days and more of a physical entity. He’s sure everyone can see that he’s slowly hollowing himself out, that he can’t do much of anything else.
But when Jee laughs at him trying to get his tongue to touch his nose, and Mara loops one of her arms through his to keep him from tossing the rest of his cup in the garbage, Eddie feels solid again.
Maybe he likes yellow birthday cake ice cream after all.
(or, gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?)
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27 Apr 2026
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Dean and Cas get trapped on a hunt that should have been a simple salt and burn (or stab and run if you will), but now they have to find a way out before they both die.
prompt: "you surface, he dies"
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01 Mar 2026