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“Thank you for taking me home,” Zen says, and it feels like an offering.
Jumin gives a single nod, “I'd like to think we are friends, and that's what friends do,”
“Sure,” Zen opens the door and pauses before he gets out, “but to be completely clear if anyone else was still around I would have gone with them instead,”
“Goodnight, Zen,”
All Jumin gets is a smile, cocky and teasing, before Zen closes the door and walks away.
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Or, Jumin and Zen find that maybe they dont really hate each other as much as they thought.
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Ghost makes an effort to ignore the way his cheeks heat up, "I like the company, Soap," he adds. Maybe it's a bit too genuine, too honest, but Ghost means it.
"You're nice when you're tired, Lieutenant," Soap wears a grin.
"I'm always nice to you," Ghost deadpans.
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Or, five times Soap promises to stay with Ghost, and one time Ghost promises back.
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I'll keep you safe (you keep me strong) by moonlightmins
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
12 Dec 2022
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Soap is frozen, for a second, as he stares in the direction of the noise.
He knows that no one knows his location. Not his friends from the area, not even Price knows.
He takes a deep breath, his grip on the gun tightening. He opens the door, and can feel the way his stomach tightens at the sight.
"Ghost?" Soap whispers, his voice low.
Or, one-four-one is taking a mandatory, six-week break when Ghost shows up at Soaps door.
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I know you'll take me with you (we'll live in spaces between walls) by moonlightmins
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
25 Nov 2022
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"I don't want to lose you, Johnny,"
"You won't lose me,"
Ghost knows this isn't a guarantee, but Soap speaks like he means it, like he is truly believing it, and Ghost's stomach feels tight.
"You can't say that," Ghost's voice is at a whisper.
"I mean it, Ghost,"
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Or, Soap makes Ghost feel loved.
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“Do you have a problem with heated blankets or something?”
Does Eddie have a problem with—yes, obviously he has a problem with heated blankets.
“We’re firefighters,” Eddie tries, attempting not to let on about his irrational hatred for an inanimate object. “We know better than to use heated blankets.”
Good, that was good. Rational, logical, excellent. Surely Buck will—
“Exactly,” Buck responds. “We’re firefighters. We know how to use them safely.”
“When I was a kid, my friend’s grandma had one catch fire while she was using it,” Eddie blurts out. “Is that what you want to happen to us while we’re sleeping?”
Buck snorts. “At least she wasn’t cold.”
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(Eddie hates heated blankets. Buck has a cuddly solution.)
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26 Oct 2025
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“My mom said, uh, that his name was Buck. That he was going to go to the fire academy and that he had a—” she broke off, rubbing her own forehead, exactly where his skin went pink. “She said he went by Firehose.”
Buck didn’t need all of his coworkers to look at him in alarm; he was pretty sure he’d gone deadly pale. His daughter knew four things about him, and one of them was his old tinder profile handle. He felt a little like he was going to die.
“She’s got your eyes,” Eddie commented, unhelpfully.
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Buck finds out he has a daughter, and also a stupidly big crush on his best friend. It's an adjustment.
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- Part 1 of you could be my baby, baby, baby
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"I'm Buck."
"Buck," Eddie tests the name out. Buck. He likes that name. It sounds good, warm and safe and comfortingly familiar on his tongue. "You're my husband."
Buck's eyes widen, obviously surprised that Eddie remembered that. See, look? He's recovering remarkably quickly. He'll have his full memory back in no time.
"Your husband," Buck repeats and Chris, for some reason, starts giggling.
"My husband," Eddie agrees happily.
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Eddie suffers temporary amnesia after an injury at work and makes some assumptions about the nature of his and Buck's relationship.
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- Part 1 of (You Want To) Make a Memory
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23 Oct 2025
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i know it’s not very sexy when somebody loves you this much and knows you this well by fleetinghearts for Underhung_Aura
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Jul 2025
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“I mean,” Eddie backtracks hastily, “that I probably don’t—uh, that I don’t want a hook up. Just the single, uh, kiss. For research.”
“Right,” Buck nods. “For research.”
They turn back to the TV, sipping beers and spooning dessert, room quiet save for the telenovela playing. Buck, gun to his head, could not tell you who or what is on the screen right now. The brave, strong part of his brain has surrendered shamefully, white flag hoisted while the rest of his brain—stupid, stupid—hosts a skillfully imagined supercut of his best friend kissing men. It’s surprisingly new subject matter for him. What’s unsurprising is his distaste for every conjured scenario, discarding each indistinguishable stranger until the reel buffers on something more… familiar.
“Well—”
Eddie waits a patient minute for Buck to continue before asking, “Well, what?”
“I just mean—if it’s just a kiss, right.” Buck pauses. “You could, uh. You could try it with me.”
or, buck thinks kissing men and women feels pretty much the same. eddie’s not buying it. sometimes settling a bet requires kissing your best friend, a lot, for research
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21 Oct 2025
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Eddie’s eyes are squeezed shut, and Buck feels something inside him crack when this helpless, devastated sob wracks his body, eyelashes clumped with tears he’s not letting fall.
“Fuck,” he says, wobbly. “I just—God, I feel fucking insane. I know, logically—fuck.”
“What do you need?” Buck asks again. “What can I do?”
Eddie makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t know. I don’t know why this won’t stop.”
“Okay,” Buck says, trying desperately to think of what he finds comforting when he’s in a bad place. Or what Eddie reaches for when he needs comfort. The answer is simple enough—a literal reach for each other, reassurance in the magnetism with which they lean into the other’s orbit. A hand on a shoulder, a press of bodies beside each other, a nudge of knees under the table. “Can I, uh. Can I touch you?”
or, eddie panics. buck holds him.
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