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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?Bookmarked by roostashaw
08 Mar 2026
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Six-ish weeks ago, he’d fallen into bed with Buck after one of the scariest days of both of their lives; after Buck had made sure that Eddie didn’t lose his baby.
And now—
Now, because of Eddie, they both might lose another one.
— one night together, a miscommunication of epic proportions, and six weeks apart before their lives change forever.
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02 Mar 2026
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Eddie narrows his eyes at her suspiciously as she continues to sit there in amicable silence, seemingly conducting some sort of psychological warfare on him.
“Why did you bid on me?” he blurts.
“We never get to hang out one-on-one,” Maddie answers with a shrug. “And you’re very important to a lot of people who are very important to me. So I figured it was about time we did.”
“You spent sixteen hundred dollars,” Eddie reminds her.
Maddie shrugs again. “I was feeling charitable.”
OR: Deciding it's finally time to interfere, Maddie uses the LAFD's Bachelor Auction to win herself some one-on-one time with Eddie.
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22 Feb 2026
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“What do you think about?”
He thinks it’s a perfectly normal question to ask—who wouldn’t be curious about Eddie Diaz’s jerk off material? That’s just what being a good best friend means. Being curious. Asking the uncomfortable questions.
Eddie hesitates, lip caught between his teeth. “Nothing. Just—normal stuff. Ass, tits, shit like that.”
Buck raises his eyebrow at him skeptically. “Uh huh.”
“What?”
Affecting nonchalance, Buck shrugs. “You’re a detail-oriented person. I just… I don’t buy it. That you jerk off to the vague concept of a woman.”
Eddie huffs, cheeks going pink. Buck knows that look—he’s been caught in a lie.
“What do you think about?” Eddie asks, pivoting the conversation back to Buck.
Or: there was only one bed, and Buck is more than a little pent up.
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17 Feb 2026
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“We should make it a road trip, Eddie! We never hang out anymore, Eddie! It’ll be so fun, Eddie!” Eddie mimics, his voice trailing as he disappears into the tiny bathroom connected to their Budget Queen motel room.
“We’re not stranded,” Buck scoffs. “And you weren’t saying that when you were stuffing your face with the tamales that I found, or the cherry pie that I read about.”
Or, there was only one bed. And a lot of bickering.
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10 Feb 2026