wunderbuck
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“Would you date me if I was a girl?”
Eddie's question surprises them both, air between them full of breath-held tension before Buck scoffs, eyebrows furrowing but mouth curling into a toothy smile.
“Dude, I would date you right now,” he answers easily, not really stopping to consider the other options. Then, he volleys back, “Would you date me if I was a girl?
Eddie raises his eyes to Buck’s high, dark ceiling and does actually think about it for a lengthy moment, turning the concept over in his hands like a Rubik's cube. He tries to imagine Buck as a woman, dirty blond curls framing his face, muscular build, same baby blue eyes and the pink birthmark. Not much would change in the end and Eddie already likes all the parts of Buck he knows now.
“Yeah, Buck, I would.”
Buck smiles wider at that, clearly pleased, and buries a yawn in his pillow. His fingers go a little slack as their interconnected hands rest between them, clearly inching further towards sleep. “Maybe you should,” he mumbles.
or: Buck and Eddie sleep together platonically through the years of their friendship, unaware they're falling in love.
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“You want me to jerk off with a fleshlight? Right now?” Buck sounds incredulous, rightfully so, his voice pitching into a mix of panic and curiosity.
“No! I mean–” Eddie takes a deep breath and looks Buck right in the eye, “I wanna be the one to do it.”
“To jerk off? You wanna borrow–”
“I wanna get you off!” Eddie states way too loudly and immediately lowers his voice with alarm, eyes darting to the door. When nothing happens, he turns back to Buck who appears frozen, Eddie's next words sure and steady if not a little stilted. “To make you feel better. Since you're hurting right now. As your best friend.”
or: Eddie finds Buck's fleshlight, things go downhill from there.
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Time feels as slow as dripping molasses, stretchy and malleable, with no rules attached. Eddie doesn't know how long he sits like that for, rubbing his eyes until he sees colorful shapes blooming in the darkness, but it's probably not too long if Buck hasn't started a conversation with him yet. From sound alone, Buck is currently vigorously rifling through their shared wardrobe, while humming a tune, some commercial jingle.
There was no point in splitting up the clothes, since they usually ended up mixed again just a few days later. Eddie doesn't care if the hoodie he is wearing that day is Buck's, or if he sees his favorite socks on Buck's feet. It feels nice to share a home, to offer something of his and be given back the same way. It settles something possessive in Eddie's chest, even if every time he steals something of Buck's Hen raises a trademarked Eyebrow™ at him, pity and exasperation in equal measures.
When Eddie deems enough time has passed for Buck to get dressed, he lets his hands flop to his lap, opens his eyes and- oh. Oh no.
Not only is Buck not dressed, he's not even wearing his towel.
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Maybe he's a little insane about all of it, but he has loved Buck for a long time, so long in fact that he does not remember life before Buck, in the same foggy way one forgets their childhood, vague and present just enough to trigger nostalgia.
He's been a coward for most of his life, running away, always away.
“I love you.” Eddie reasons, somehow braver here in this hellish dreamrealitymemory than in his own life.
This dead-Buck, not-Buck, smiles indulgently, the expression 3 degrees off from what it should be. His eyes are more glassy than before and the breath he takes rattles against his insides when he speaks. “Go back then. Tell him. I'm already dead here.”
Eddie wakes up.
or: dream-buck makes eddie get his shit together.
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mohabbat
मोहब्बत محبت
(urdu, hindi)
definition: friendship, love, affection, amourOR: five times jack and samira had casual sex, and one time they didn't
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02 Apr 2026
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For a time, Frank considered pulling a geographic. Telling himself that he'd go elsewhere–convince Abby into crossing the states in search of absolution. But Abby didn't want him anymore and he couldn't ask that of her when he'd already asked for this much. So he ended up back here, in the pitt, because there really wasn't anywhere else anyway.
Or: Frank's mind is full of the past.
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31 Mar 2026
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When he boards the elevator he’s upset. By the time he leaves the elevator he’s angry, each reverberation of his feet hitting asphalt felt in the remaining bones and surgical grade titanium in his right leg, all the way up to his hip. It takes him less than sixty seconds to walk from the parking deck to the ambulance bay. Ten feet from the entrance, he sees Robby walk through the first set of doors, past Ahmad, and then through the second set of doors. His pulse roars in his ears, his heart pounding in his chest. For the first time in years, Jack Abbot feels something approximating rage, an emotion he has long assumed to be medicated out of him.
His hands furl into fists.
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Robby commits the critical error of making Samira cry. Jack reacts.
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27 Feb 2026
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Steve just wants to get the fuck out of this place, this party, this fucking…bullshit life he’s found himself in. He’s not at his best, under-fucking-standadably, so when the drunk-ass Halloween masses push and shove and giggle as they lock him in an upstairs bedroom for—oh god, Seven Minutes In Heaven, what are they, goddamn twelve—he’s going to fucking scream, he—
“Not quite what you were expecting behind Door Number One?”
Steve spins, a little jump in it when he looks for the source of the voice which sounds familiar and then also, not, because Steve thinks he should know a voice like that, because it’s a good voice, a really good voice, it’s not too deep but it’s smooth and it’s—
It’s a good voice, basically.
And when he finds its owner, shadowed by the curtains in the corner, well. The leather jacket would’ve given him away if the mess of frizzy curls weren’t kind of an automatic tell:
Eddie the Freak. Half-hidden as he flips a clear antique of a lighter too fucking close to the gauzy drapes and it…it does something.
To Steve.
It does something to Steve.
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- Part 1 of (not your average) Love Affair
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19 Feb 2026
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Rumor has it that whenever any one of the seven or so gremlins that Steve has magnanimously decided to adopt sleep over at his ridiculously large and empty house, he’ll get up extra early in the morning and pack them all lunches in brown paper bags. He’ll make them breakfast, too, and drop them off at school with a ruffle of their hair, a slap on their shoulder, or a pep-talk, depending on the kid.
Not that Eddie Munson, of all people, would know anything about it.It's October and Steve starts packing Eddie lunches for work. Eddie doesn't know what to do about it.
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08 Feb 2026