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Eddie wakes suddenly and violently, nearly throwing himself off the bed before he grasps at the sheets, eyes finding Buck in the dark.
Buck, who is sitting up in bed, panting, with a hand pressed to his chest.
“Buck? Buck, you okay?” Eddie rasps, voice thick with sleep.
“Racism wasn’t enough,” Buck slurs, barely coherent. “Had to frame me for murder, too.” A pause. Then, a huff of breath, followed by, “Naturally.”
Eddie blinks. Blinks again. “What?”
As if he’d never said anything at all, Buck lies back down, eyes already closed. Within seconds, he’s snoring.
Eddie wrestles with the urge to wake him again. Clearly, he’d been having some sort of nightmare, but— it seems he shook himself out of it? Probably?
“Okay,” Eddie breathes to himself, slowly settling back under the covers. “Night, then.”
OR: Buck has a nightmare about Tommy and subsequently breaks up with him. Unrelated to this (allegedly), Eddie dreams about The Bachelor.
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- Part 3 of cjo + 911
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11 Mar 2026
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Buck, predictably, answers within two rings. “Yellow. You’ve got Buck.”
“Hey, Buck.”
“You okay?”
Eddie lifts his head to confirm the state of his house. The orange tree is still very much there, amidst the wreckage of his home. The sole perpetrator, even.
“Sure,” he says.
Buck hesitates. “...Sure?”
“There’s a tree.”
“Where?”
“Inside my house.”
“Oh.” Eddie can practically see Buck’s eyebrows furrowing. “Like, you bought a tree?”
“No,” Eddie says. He hasn’t blinked since Buck picked up the phone. “It’s the orange tree.”
A beat of silence. “It’s inside your house.”
Eddie lets out an exhausted huff, leaning back in his chair. “Apparently.”
OR: there’s an orange tree. It’s in Eddie’s house.
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“Eddie. Dude.”
That, finally, does the trick. Eddie pulls off with his eyebrows in his hairline.
“Dude?” he rasps.
“Sorry,” Buck gasps. “I– I’m gonna come, just. Just, it’s not– you don’t want that in your mouth.”
Eddie looks… amused, of all things. Relaxed. Wetting his lips, he says, “Why not?”
“Uh.” Buck blinks. “It’s– do you?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, unimpressed. “Dude.”
“I–” Buck seizes when Eddie falls right back down on his cock, the wet heat of his mouth engulfing him again. “S-sorry,” he grits out. “Baby, I’m– I’m so close, you’re gonna make me come, you’re–”
Eddie groans around him, eyes squeezing shut as he presses himself down, down, down, taking Buck deep.
“Oh, fuck–”
Or: Buck and Eddie go camping. Things spiral from there.
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11 Mar 2026
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It feels easy—being around him, talking to him. It's like she’s been transported to a new dimension, one in which only the two of them exist. There’s no passage of time, there’s no cruelty or pain, only a deep sense of comfort and safety that comes with being truly known by another person.
Now, as she watches him gracefully move through the kitchen space, she realizes three things:
1. that she could watch him for hours straight if he let her;
2. that she might be undermining her own infatuation for this man;
3. that she’s utterly, catastrophically fucked.Bookmarked by ailulia
11 Mar 2026
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Samira Mohan's former VA patient means well when he sets her up with his old combat buddy. She was not expecting Jack Abbot to walk into the coffee shop, but she’s not exactly angry.
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Marcus Williams has been sober for eighteen months, and he knows something about two people who don't look away from things.Bookmarked by ailulia
10 Mar 2026