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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He stands, frozen, at the foot of the bed, and watches as Eddie parents his child.
When did that happen? he wonders, a buzzing alarm set loose in his head. The knowledge of it– the feeling that comes with it– crashes over him.
Eddie glances up, all dark eyes and warm concern when he’s the one in the hospital bed, and oh–
Buck loves him.
or: eddie gets hurt, theo has a crashout, and buck has a realization, in that order.
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11 Jun 2026
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“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
Or: Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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08 Jun 2026
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sooo deeply tender and romantic 🫶 beloved beloved beloved!!!
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"Are you married?”
Christopher coughed so hard he nearly dropped his phone.
Buck choked on nothing.
Eddie said, “No.”
Theo turned to Buck. “Why?”
Buck’s mouth opened.
Eddie got there first. “Because you have to ask someone before you marry them.”
Theo considered this.
Then he looked at Buck. “Did you ask?”
“No,” Buck said quickly.
Theo looked at Eddie. “Did you ask?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Christopher whispered, “Great question.”
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06 Jun 2026
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03/25/2025 3:45 AM - Missed Call - Eddie
[Voice roughened with sleep] "Don't mix in the honey until the very end. For the tea. If you put it in too early it cooks out and won't be as sweet as you like it. I, uh, sent you a text with very detailed instructions on how I make it. Knew you were never paying attention. But, yeah. Honey [pause] at the end. Oh, and stir counterclockwise. Don't ask why. It makes a difference, just accept it."
or, eddie and christopher are in texas, buck is in la, and they all keep missing each other but somehow still stay connected
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05 Jun 2026
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The doctor tilts her head to the only source of warmth in the cold, hospital room. “And who’s he?”
Buck’s eyes drift to Eddie, hungry for the sight of him. They fall upon the tense line of Eddie’s shoulders, the firm press of otherwise plump lips, watching like the very air in his lungs depend on Buck’s answer.
“That’s Eddie,” Buck answers, and the smile sneaks up on him. “Eddie Diaz. My partner.”
There. Relief washes through Eddie in a visible wave: his shoulders drop, features relaxing with the soft push of an exhale. Buck warms at the sight. Right answer.
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A polysemy is a word with multiple, related meanings. The word partner, for example, can mean close friendship, a teammate, a co-parent. To someone else, it can also mean a lover.Bookmarked by MacksDramaticShenanigans
04 Jun 2026