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May: it's a weighted voting system, your vote has more weight if you have a queer parent
Denny: so i have the most voting power
Harry: which usually works out because denny is the most sensible of us
May: harry and i get one vote, denny gets two and chris gets an honorary vote
Ravi: why an honorary vote?
Chris: i have a bisexual buck
Denny: duhhhh
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06 Jun 2026
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It's probably only been two minutes, tops—not that he has any concept of time. All coherent thought went flying summarily out of his head the second Buck dropped to his knees for him.
or; The first time Buck gives him a blowjob, it doesn't go quite how Eddie thought it would.
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- Part 1 of speed of light
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18 May 2026
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"Eddie," Buck sighs, "I'm serious. You don't have to—"
Eddie plants a hand firmly on Buck's bare chest and pushes him down onto the bed, rolling on top of him in one smooth motion, cutting him off with a long kiss pressed to his slightly parted lips.
"And what if," he pecks him again on the mouth, then on his cheek, his jaw, the soft skin just below his ear, "I just want you in my mouth. Just 'cause. What about then?"
or; The first time he gives Buck a blowjob, it doesn't go quite how Eddie thought it would
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- Part 2 of speed of light
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18 May 2026
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Eddie interrupts. “Well,” he says, turning fully to their waiter, “today’s kind of a special occasion, you see.”
Sven smiles. “Someone’s birthday?” He looks between Buck and Eddie.
“It’s actually, uh, our anniversary,” Eddie says, reaching out a hand to place over Buck’s.
Buck chokes, even though all the bread is safely in the bread basket.
or, buck wants a free tiramisu. eddie has a tried-and-tested plan to get it.
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16 May 2026
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“Buck,” he says softly. “You’re my favourite person to spend time with, too. You think I’d rather be at some stuffy restaurant with anyone else?”
“It wasn’t stuffy,” Buck says. “Sven was nice.”
“Fine,” Eddie agrees. “Sven was nice. I think I’m in love with you.”
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Eddie climbs onto the bed. They sit side by side, legs extended, two letter L’s protruding off the page. Instead of pressing play like Eddie is expecting, Buck laughs.
“What?” Eddie asks, an instinctive smile caressing his lips.
Buck grips his jaw, thumb brushing over his teeth before he bites at the broad nail, stifling. “Just—did you ever see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?”
Eddie nods. “Gene Wilder.”
“That’s the one,” Buck chuckles around his thumb, then lets it slide free. “You know the grandparents?”
Then Eddie’s laughing too. “Jesus,” he says on an exhale.
“I’m just saying,” says Buck, still giggling. “I’ve seen our future, and it’s bright.”
Or: God created the world in seven days. It only takes Eddie six to surreptitiously move into Buck’s house.
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Bookmarked by buckleist
02 May 2026
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“I’m gay,” Eddie replies. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a record scratches. He has no idea how he got here.
A beat passes, then another. Eddie’s heart, caught off guard and scrambling to enact damage control, drums against his ribcage.
“...Because of my lasagna?” Buck asks.
A laugh punches out of Eddie, short and high-pitched, pure unsuspecting delight. “You know what? Yeah. Why not,” he replies. “It’s your lasagna that did it.”
“Damn,” Buck exhales. “Remind me not to change my recipe.”
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“Do you want to?”
Terrified brown meets pleading blue. The look in his eye is answer enough. “Buck.”
“I want to.” Buck tugs gently at Eddie’s happy trail. “I— I want you.”
“Jesus.”
“Do you want me, Eddie?” Buck murmurs. He tips the angle of his head down, looking up at Eddie through flaxen lashes. “Do you wanna fuck me?”
Wordlessly, Eddie sways forward, stomach tense against Buck’s hand, lips grazing Buck’s. Buck’s never felt like this before, this— powerful. A few words out of his mouth got Eddie like this, got him this twisted up. He got hard from kissing him.
“Tell me to stop,” Eddie pleads, breath hot against Buck’s mouth. “Buck.”
“Can’t,” Buck exhales, fingers dipping just past Eddie’s waistband, holding him there. “Please, Eddie. Want you.”
OR: 25-year-old Probie Evan Buckley isn’t expecting to meet and fawn over seasoned firefighter Eddie Diaz at the Firefighter games. He also isn’t expecting to end up in bed with him.
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- Part 20 of ejo + 911
- Part 1 of Evan Buckley DILF Hunter
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Bookmarked by buckleist
29 Apr 2026
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it’s a quarter after one, i’m a little drunk and i need you now by nwtons
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 Mar 2026
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“You were at the bar,” Eddie adds, confused and cold and not altogether convinced that this isn’t some sort of twisted mirage. Maybe he fell over on the way here, and is currently passed out in a random alleyway in downtown Nashville while Buck fucks a beautiful woman in a bar bathroom.
He wants to sink down to the floor with Buck, lean against the door with him until their bodies are pressed together from shoulder to foot, knock his boots against Buck’s just so he laughs and pokes at Eddie’s middle with gentle, teasing fingertips.
“I left,” Buck explains, unhelpfully.
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or: eddie leaves buck at the bar with dixie, buck leaves right after. eddie spirals, feelings are had, and they fuck nasty about it -
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or: Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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04 Apr 2026
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Buck would rather stab himself in the neck with a fork, thrice, than let Maddie and Eddie say a single word to each other.
His concern is that they will become friends. Allies. Allies United Against Buck. Comrades Who Know Too Much About Buck. A terrifying, powerful joint force that simply cannot ever exist.
He will make sure of it.
Or, so that Maddie and Eddie do not ever mingle, Buck meddles.
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01 Apr 2026
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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of ejo + 911
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Bookmarked by buckleist
01 Apr 2026
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“Pause,” Buck rushes to say.
Eddie freezes. Buck exhales slowly.
“We are moving,” he decides.
Eddie looks at him like he’s got two heads. His eyes are so wide. Buck didn’t even know his eyes widened that far. “What?”
“Come on.” Buck grabs him by the elbow, tugging at him. “Backyard.”
He starts walking, heading toward the back door. Eyebrows furrowing, Eddie follows him.
“Why?”
“We cannot keep fighting in kitchens,” Buck tells him. “I am developing a Pavlovian response to kitchens. I get mad when I’m in kitchens.”
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"Kiss me."
Buck's hands freeze, the stroking stops. “...I’m sorry?”
“Kiss me.” Eddie doesn't know where this is coming from, except he does, actually—it's coming from the part of his brain that has been chewing on this problem for two days straight and has finally arrived at a solution. A terrible solution. A solution that makes perfect sense if you don't think about it too hard. "I need to know."
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The scientific unravelling of Eddie Diaz.a 9x7 coda
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Bookmarked by buckleist
28 Mar 2026
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Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Buck. I'm asking you to fuck me."
"Those feel equivalent right now!"
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Somehow, Buck has Eddie’s lip print on his cheek. Eddie has marked Buck as taken and his, and oh. This is what Buck wants. He can’t walk around with a hickey on his neck, no matter how much he wants to (and god does he want to). But this could scratch the itch, allow Buck to feel claimed, to feel like Eddie’s being a little possessive, while maintaining secrecy. He can wipe off the lip balm where Eddie’s lips branded him and pretend like they’re best friends and nothing more.
Honestly? It’s so hot.
or, Buck wants to be marked by Eddie so badly; Eddie obliges with lip balm, lipstick, and hickeys. They fuck about it.
Bookmarked by buckleist
22 Mar 2026
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“Eddie looks like a vision above him, chiseled and sun-kissed with hair falling in his face and lipstick smeared across his jaw in an identical crimson to the blush on his cheeks. An angel with such power over Buck that he’s made meeting God redundant, Buck would rather invoke Eddie’s name instead.”
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"I don't think you're supposed to drop life-changing information on a guy with a concussion," Buck hums, voice suddenly deeper—raspier, his eyebrow arching again, with more confidence this time, his gaze briefly dropping to Eddie's lips, just a fraction of a second, but enough for a bolt of heat to make its way down Eddie's spine.
"You don't have a concussion, I was with you at the hospital, dumbass," Eddie shoots back, but he feels his voice do the same shift, further down his throat, raspier, a little bit breathless, volume fading back to a near-whisper. Private.
"You're not supposed to be mean to a kidnapping victim, either," Buck bickers back, their words growing further and further away from their tone as their faces drift closer, Buck's hand leaving Eddie's wrist with a squeeze, settling on his hip instead, warm like a branding iron even through several layers of clothing.
"I just told you I'm in love with you, that's what you call being mean?"
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- Part 7 of codas, spec, etc.
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20 Mar 2026
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“Do none of you care about the children? It’s a bachelor auction, and you, my friend, are a bachelor. Abracadabra, put your name on the list.”
“I can’t,” Eddie repeats. He can’t. He cannot. “I’m not.”
“You’re not? Since when?” Chimney frowns. “Who?”
It’s not Eddie’s fault that, at that exact moment, Buck walks in. So it’s not his fault that he opens his mouth and says, “Buck.”
Or, Eddie trips and falls into a lightly fraudulent HR-disclosed "consensual romantic relationship" with his best friend. Really, if you think about it, it's a win-win.
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19 Mar 2026
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freudian slips: or, a critical examination of repression, acquiescence, and devotion by HotelRaleigh
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
19 Apr 2025
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He closes the office door with a sharp exhale, clicks the lock, likes the way Samira stutters over her words as the sound echoes. Thinks he could listen to her talk every day. When he turns, Samira is watching him even as she continues speaking.
She's memorized her writing.
“Get on the desk, Samira.” Jack stands at the door, unbuttoning and beginning to roll up his sleeves.
“No.” Samira stares back, fire in her eyes.
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18 Mar 2026
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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 buckleist
15 Mar 2026
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sweetness that I took (for sweetness that she gave to me) by simplyprologue
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
11 May 2025
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“And listen,” he continues, and she can watch the part of his brain prone to nervous rambling switch on. “I know the popular opinion is against my general sanity but—I swear to god, I wanna marry you Samira Mohan. And you can say no, and I’m still gonna spend the rest of my life in love with you.”
“Until your other leg falls off,” she repeats, a little distantly.
Jack nods solemnly. “The chance is slim but never zero.”
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Samira Mohan does not cope gracefully with having to wait months for her board exam results. Jack Abbot decides to distract her.
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Bookmarked by buckleist
08 Mar 2026
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"Everyone goes into the pot, you know that."
Jack did know that, in theory. "I thought you were keeping me out of it. As a kindness."
Robby snorted. "A kindness."
"Because I'm such a," he took a second to think of the word, "contributor. Annually."
Robby stopped writing — mid-name, it seemed, Cassie barely legible on the scrap in front of him — and cocked his head. "Is that what you're calling it?"
(5 times Jack bid on his coworkers at the charity gala, and 1 time the tables were turned.)
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08 Mar 2026
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secretly established mohabbot you are so dear to me 😭
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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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08 Mar 2026
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Samira's had her whole life mapped out since she was thirteen. You know what they say about best-laid plans.
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Bookmarked by buckleist
07 Mar 2026