MacksDramaticShenanigans
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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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“Oh, Chris wanted to try—”
“Those new yogurt things!” Buck chirps, snapping his fingers. “Right, good catch! Almost forgot that.”
Eddie has to bite the inside of his cheek as he adds that to the list, too, and the butterflies in his stomach flap their tiny wings.
A fluttery laugh traps itself in his throat. That’s not something he’s ever had happen over a grocery list, the butterflies, but— if there’s anyone that could make that happen, it would be Buck.
It’s just— it feels so domestic, this back and forth as they plan for their week. Buck knowing them well enough to plan out their shopping. Asking Eddie for his input, because they’re not just partners in the field, but partners in their chores, too. Buck anticipating what Eddie’s going to say before he’s even finished saying it.
But, it isn’t just the grocery shopping. It’s— everything, lately.
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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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Buck just wants to see Hen smile. That's all this is.
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23 Jan 2026
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"Knock it off." Eddie says as if Buck can't see the smile he's got tucked in the corner of his mouth.
"Make me." Buck locks their eyes together, drinking in the way Eddie looks back.
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Buck wants Eddie to pay attention to him, Eddie wants to read his Sunday morning paper in peace
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23 Jan 2026
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Eddie was hoping to avoid this conversation, and he can’t even really begin to fathom how or when he would bring it up. Hey, nice save back there, he imagines, the resounding clap of his hand landing on Buck’s shoulder, echoing off the tall ceiling of the station. By the way, I can hear you touching yourself at night. I can hear you making yourself come a foot away from me.
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Buck and Eddie share a bed during quarantine. It blurs a few lines.Bookmarked by MacksDramaticShenanigans
20 Jan 2026
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That was good, right? Alex, smiling. Eddie was so out of practice in this sort of thing. And even when he had been in practice, he was a disaster at flirting and dating and not having a mental breakdown at the mere idea of commitment. But Alex was smiling at him and joking with him and she hadn’t run off screaming. Yet.
That was as good an omen as anything.
Eddie mustered up all his courage. “Would you like to get dinner with me?”
(In which Eddie Diaz asks a woman on a date and then kisses the love of his life)
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20 Jan 2026
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The kid claps a hand over his mouth. His eyes are huge and sparkling with something that looks like excitement or mischief, probably both.
"Sorry, sorry," he whispers loudly. Then he leans forward, like he's about to share a secret. "You're a hunk, right?"
Buck chokes on nothing. "I. What?"
"A hunk," the kid repeats. "You know, a hunk."
"I..." Buck has no idea what's happening. "Sure? I guess? I mean, I've been told... I work out sometimes—"
"Perfect!" The kid is already digging around in his backpack. He pulls out a slightly crumpled rectangle of cardstock and presents it to Buck with great ceremony. "This is for you."
It's a handmade card written in crayon, blue crayon. The handwriting is careful but wobbly, the letters all different sizes.
My dad likes boys and is single. He is a HERO and fights fires like Superman. He is a hunk. If intrested, please contact Chris Diaz.
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15 Jan 2026