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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“Eddie,” he says firmly, “take your pants off and I’ll put my hands right by your dick and take your pulse. Bet your heart rate will jump up too.”
Eddie’s frown doesn’t abate, but he does ease off on the glare. “My pants are off,” he answers.
Buck huffs. “You’re impossible.”
“You made me take them off,” Eddie reminds him.
Despite this being a situation Buck never thought he would get into with his best friend, he finds it easy to slip into their bickering, like a perfectly fitted suit jacket, snug in all the right places. “I didn’t make you. You’re making me do this.”
The frown twitches. Eddie’s stubborn as a fucking mule, but Buck can read him like no other, and he’s growing more confident that Eddie isn’t going to knock him out so he’ll be easier to kidnap and take to the hospital. A little more confident, at least.
or: buck needs medical assistance. somehow it gets weird, despite them both being very normal about each other.
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24 Aug 2026
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There’s a panicked note to his voice, a slight thread of tension. Eddie feels the weight of himself triple, bones compacting in on each other.
“She’s fine,” he says quietly. “I mean, uh. Someone hit her. With a car.”
Buck’s eyes snap to him. “What? That doesn’t sound fine.”
“It was a slow car.”
“A slow car,” Buck repeats.
Eddie’s making a mess of this. He always makes a mess.
eddie and buck's dog gets hit by a car. the complication: they broke up four years ago
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21 Aug 2026
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His Curious George socks slide over the floorboards with how abruptly Buck comes to a stop, almost sending him catapulting backwards. The glasses in his hands wobble. Water splatters over the rims.
In front of him, Eddie is no longer sitting on the couch. He’s on all fours by the edge of the coffee table, knees digging into hard wood, arms holding himself up. Really, the accurate term is probably all threes, considering that one of his hands has just lifted, reaching up to cup Chimney’s face.
Chimney’s face. Because they’re kissing.
Eddie and Chimney are kissing.
Their mouths are pressed together, and they’re moving, pushing and touching, and fucking kissing.
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19 Aug 2026
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By the dumpster: a pair of bright red, latex-clad feet sticking out. Eddie hesitates, then steps forward.
Fuck.
There’s someone there, leaning against the brick wall in—some sort of superhero costume. Okay.
Weird.
Not the weirdest thing Eddie’s ever seen—but the bleeding gash across the guy’s side definitely rockets it up the list. He’s pressing shaky hands against the wound, shrapnel jutting out in ugly pieces.
There’s one very visible large piece, but Eddie thinks even through the darkness that he can spot a few smaller pieces around it.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie mutters. The man’s head jerks up.
“E—” He stumbles on the syllable, sucking in a trembling breath. “Uh—Eek.”
Eek?“Are you a mouse?” Eddie tries not to sound bitchy. He fails.
“No, I’m—” Oh. There’s some kind of voice distorter. That’s strange. This guy seems involved in something far above Eddie’s pay grade. As far as he’s concerned, everything but the open wound is none of his business.
“I’m Spider-Man.”
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SPIDER-BUCK and GAY-EDDIE
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03 Aug 2026
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“Theo? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“He didn’t come home.” He stutters his way through the sentence, like it’s the scariest thing he’s ever said. Like he’s forcing himself to say it but doesn’t understand why it’s so scary, just that it is. Josh frowns at the screen in response. Tentatively types, possibly abandoned.
Jesus. What the hell is wrong with people these days?
“Who didn’t come home, Theo? Your dad?”
Theo, 5. Child in distress. Possibly abandoned.
The radio crackles with acknowledgment as Theo exhales shakily. It’s wet, like he’s building up all the courage his little body has to offer. “My Buck.”
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Or, Theo calls 9-1-1 because Buck doesn't come home after he gets hurt on a shift.
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29 Jul 2026