MacksDramaticShenanigans
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“Buck,” Eddie breathes, just about the second the call connects. His voice is pitched, strained in a way that immediately sets Buck on edge. He doesn’t pause to let Buck say hello, either. Just gets straight to the point. “Chris wasn’t on the bus.”
Buck blinks as the words slam into him, one after the other. “What?”
“Christopher,” Eddie says, tight and tinged with distress. “He wasn’t on the bus. The one he takes home from school every single day. I went down to the stop to wait for him, like I always do, and he didn’t get off the bus, Buck. He— he wasn’t even on it.” Eddie’s voice cracks. “The driver, he said he didn’t see Chris get on.”
It takes a second, for the reality of what Eddie is saying to sink in.
Christopher, not home from school. Christopher, not on the bus. Christopher, missing.
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“Hey,” Buck says, nudging Eddie with his elbow. He tips his chin towards the toothbrush in Eddie’s hands. “Gimme that when you’re done.”
Eddie pauses, the circular motions of his brushing coming to a halt. The toothbrush stays wedged between his teeth. His mouth still hangs open. “Uh,” he says, and toothpaste trickles from the corner of his mouth. “My toothbrush?”
Except — it comes out more like muh too bruh?
Buck snorts, chest glowing warm, and nods. “Yeah, what else?”
Eddie’s brow wrinkles, and his nose scrunches. “Uh, no?” He replies. “That’s gross.”
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Traffic is crawling.
It’s nine o’clock at night, and traffic is crawling. Not that Eddie should be surprised, really. This is Los Angeles, after all. When is traffic not crawling in this city?
Normally Eddie wouldn’t mind. Or— he’d be less inclined to mind, anyway. It’s a Friday night. A whole 96 off stretches out ahead of him. Christopher is out, at a friend’s house until tomorrow afternoon. Technically there’s no rush.
But— Eddie’s kind of been on edge all night. He’s kind of been counting down the minutes, the seconds until it was socially acceptable to snatch Buck by the wrist (and the bicep, and the waist, and— anywhere it was appropriate to get his hands on him in such a public setting) and drag him out of there.
There being the annual LAFD fundraising gala.
Or, the one where Buck looks good enough to eat, and Eddie Diaz is not a patient man.
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The water is hot. Pleasantly so. Roiling gently thanks to the jets. Eddie plunges into it with a sigh pulled from somewhere deep. He sinks onto the bench and tips his head back, submerged enough to rest it comfortably against the ledge of the tub behind him. The water rises as he settles, lapping at his collarbones. Beneath its surface, he stretches his legs out.
It’s a quiet night. The neighborhood children are all tucked up in bed by now, the cars parked in driveways for the evening. The windows are shut, so are the sliding glass doors to yards; the distant, twinkling sounds of conversation and laughter from within long since muted. The noise of the city is inescapable, but here, it’s softer. Further off. It’s almost easy for it to fade into the background in this little corner of suburbia. Instead, crickets chirp from the bushes, the stray croak of a frog from somewhere in the grass joins their song. Overhead, string lights weave through the patio cover beams, casting the porch in a soft, warm glow.
It’s nice here, in Buck’s new backyard. Peaceful.
But, maybe that’s more to do with the company, than the ambiance.
Or, Buck, Eddie, and Buck's new hot tub.
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Eventually Eddie asks, “What are you doing out here?”
“I like the rain,” is Buck’s answer.
Eddie doesn’t understand how. Anything more than a drizzle makes him nauseous these days; storms, downright sick. He’s like a caged animal if Buck’s not within his line of sight when the clouds roll in and the sky turns dark.
They say lightning doesn’t strike the same spot twice, but Eddie’s never been that lucky.
“I don’t,” Eddie says back.
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Isak and Even and all of their children's firsts
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Spierfeld Week by MacksDramaticShenanigans
Fandom Love Simon (2018), Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli
15 Apr 2018
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My contributions to Spierfeld Week!
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layer by layer, the framework was formed by MacksDramaticShenanigans
Fandom Stranger Things (TV 2016)
06 Oct 2022
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eddie and steve, through the eyes of wayne
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Happy Steve Bingo Fills 2018 by MacksDramaticShenanigans
Fandom Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
05 Oct 2018
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There's a clear plastic container on the kitchen table. Eddie sets the bag down warily on the counter, approaches it warily, as if it's a live grenade. Which is prescient, he realizes a moment later.
It is, as the message suggested, a cake. A small one, sized so that a person could eat it in a single sitting if they were feeling greedy and indulgent. Chocolate layers, topped with a silky-looking ganache; Buck even sprinkled little curls of white chocolate around the edges for decoration. Lettering piped in bright red frosting, uneven but perfectly legible, reads, DON'T IGNORE ME, I SUCKED YOUR DICK.
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31 May 2026
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“You wore this on purpose,” Oliver says. He’s got his hands on Ryan’s hips, fingers already tucking under the waistband of his jeans. Ryan’s belt is undone, buckle hanging open, and his cock is hard beneath his fly.
“Yes,” Ryan agrees, eyes rolling. “I wore clothes on purpose. You’re supposed to do that in public.”
or: Oliver has Big Feelings about Ryan's crop top (yes it's a crop top) after the convention
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30 May 2026
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A cup meets his hand that he only vaguely recognizes. It’s tall, plastic, and the graphic on the front is mostly faded, but he can just barely make out the word Zoo, with Hershey, Pennsylvania scrawled just beneath. The cup, at least ten years old, probably more, managed to stay in Buck’s life and cross the barrier into Eddie’s.
It’s followed by a tupperware with Maddie’s handwriting scribbled on top, nearly faded, almost gone, labeling whatever was once stored in the container.
Then comes the mug, which Eddie is certain he never bought, but it’s somehow become his favorite; obnoxiously large and easy to hold, perfectly shaping his hand.
The kitchen did as kitchens do best: handed him a bit of truth that could be found nowhere else.
or; Eddie's favorite mug belongs to Buck, but really, it belongs to them both.
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28 May 2026
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“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, and Buck loves the way his lips curl around the word—Buck, like he’s saying the name of a lover. His name’s always been safe in Eddie’s mouth. “Buck.”
“What’d you want?” Buck asks, helpless to keep his gaze from darting to Eddie’s lips. Shiny and pink, that scar on his lips the bane of Buck’s fucking existence. He’s dangerously close to dipping down and just biting it.
“You really have to ask?” Eddie says, high and breathless. “All these years and you still have to ask?” His eyes are so, so clear, not the barest hint of a doubt in them. This is a man that knows what he wants, and Buck is coming undone—every thread that keeps him whole unravelling with every breath.
“Eddie,” Buck whispers.
“How long are you gonna make me wait?” Eddie tugs on his curls again, and Buck’s elbows buckle, putting him an inch away from Eddie’s lips. An inch. “How many years until I can put a ring on it, baby?”
or, the start of forever.
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23 May 2026
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Theo needs to make Chris and Eddie stay forever. Just like Ms. Kline said getting married means you get to be together forever and live together. His Buck and his Eddie just need to get married. Simple. What did his teacher say was the name of the person who let's people get married?
He thinks hard for a moment. Think Theo. Justice something. Justice of the Peas! He needs to be a Justice of the Peas.
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Theo learns about the concept of marriage and can think of two perfect candidatesBookmarked by MacksDramaticShenanigans
18 May 2026