thelarryshow
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Buck is confronted with the undeniable truth: Eddie Diaz, as it turns out, is beautiful both as a man and as a woman.
Fuck my life, Buck thinks faintly.
Unfortunately, his mild panic does not go unnoticed.
“You—you like me?” Eddie asks quietly, voice disbelieving. “Other me? Me as a woman?”
Buck turns wide, panicked eyes to Eddie. “No!”
“I know what your face looks like when you’re into someone, Buck,” Eddie says under his breath. “You’re—looking at her.”
“Politely. I’m polite,” Buck stresses. He bumps into the counter and comes to an abrupt stop. He realises only then, of course, that both Lady Eddie and Lady Buck are staring at him.
OR: Buck and Eddie crash the car. The universe, finally sick of their shit, kidnaps them.
OR: a totally, super-serious spec fic featuring inter-dimensional travel.
Series
- Part 10 of cjo + 911
Bookmarked by thelarryshow
14 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Wait,” the man says, reaching out and tugging on Buck’s shirt.
Buck rights himself and looks down. There’s a small tear revealing a bruise right at his ribs. He sucks in a breath when the man slips his hand under, making contact with Buck’s flank as he lifts the shirt up.
“Jesus, he got you good,” he remarks before dropping the ice pack into the bucket. He continues pulling Buck’s shirt up, big brown eyes flicking up and down. Buck huffs and takes it off completely, swallowing when the man plants his hands on either side of Buck’s waist.
“Got you good, too,” Buck croaks, already painfully turned on. “Gonna be a shiner.”
When Buck starts a fight in a bar, a stranger comes to his rescue. Buck brings him back to his hotel to patch him up.
Bookmarked by thelarryshow
11 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
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.
Bookmarked by thelarryshow
10 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
"So should we start blocking off time in our calendar for dance lessons with Coach Diaz?"
Eddie knows Karen means it as a joke, but the combination of the wine in his system and the joy in his gut make it feel serious, "Yes."
"Wait, really?" Hen asks.
"If she wants to dance, I'll teach her to dance. We had fun today," Eddie finishes his glass and notices he's probably at the point where he's drunk enough to talk about the Buck thing.
"You don't have to do that Eddie. I'm sure we could pay for lessons somewhere," Karen offers.
"Or we could pay you," Hen offers.
"I have an idea for that actually," alright, Eddie, be brave, "I give Mara dance lessons and you both give me gay lessons."
or
When Mara becomes obsessed with ballroom dance Eddie becomes her teacher. Along the way he realizes he's in love with Buck, starts receiving "gay lessons" from Hen and Karen, and forms a ragtag dance academy. What could possibly go wrong?
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 81,217
- Chapters:
- 15/15
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 168
- Kudos:
- 580
- Bookmarks:
- 201
- Hits:
- 12,615
Bookmarked by thelarryshow
08 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Were you really worried?” asks Eddie. Buck’s brow furrows, confused. “About, you know—what you said. That your looks wouldn’t cut it. Because that’s…”
Buck’s head tilts on its axis, in a manner that would be almost harrowing if it weren’t his familiar, ludicrously handsome face. “That’s what?”
“Stupid,” Eddie blurts out. Shakes his head. Rectifies. “Not—you’re not stupid. Not at all. I just mean that… obviously, someone should want you for all of you.” Eddie thinks that should really go without saying. “But even without all the addendums. You’re, like, a total smokeshow, man.”
Good God. That’s fucking embarrassing. Even worse—or perhaps better, Eddie is so ruined—Buck beams.
"Total smokeshow?” Buck repeats, nothing short of delighted. On topic, Eddie really could go for a smoke bomb right about now. Just—pull the pin and flee.
or
Buck goes on a hot date and knits Eddie a scarf.
Bookmarked by thelarryshow
01 Mar 2026