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"Hey, you made it."
Buck turns toward the voice, already saying "sorry, he's got a lot of energy, he's—" and then he gets a look at the swim instructor, and the rest of the sentence walks off a cliff.
Because the swim instructor is shirtless.
Obviously he's shirtless, he's a swim instructor, that's the dress code, Buck understands this intellectually. What Buck did not account for is that the swim instructor would look like that — like someone took every good idea the human body has ever had and put them all in one place and then made him relaxed about it on top of everything, loose, smiling at Buck like Buck isn't a sweating disaster clutching a four-year-old by the swim shirt.
"I'm Eddie," the swim instructor says, and sticks out a hand.
"Buck," Buck says, eventually. He shakes the hand. The hand is tan, and big, and — no. He's not doing this. There's a child present. Several children.
"And this must be Theo."
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Buck falls for Theo's swim instructor, literally.Bookmarked by Fandom_Pain
19 Jun 2026
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Made me tear up and cackle. What else can I say?
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By the third room Eddie can't keep pretending he doesn't get it, because Buck keeps sneaking these looks at him, quick, then snapping his eyes away and going pink at the ears, and Eddie — who has spent an embarrassing amount of his life being a complete idiot about this exact thing — finally lets himself think oh, he's like this because of me, and the thought makes him a little weak in the knees.
"And through here," Buck says, leading them into the living room, "is honestly the best part of the place. Original hardwood, the built-ins are original too, and the natural light in here is just—"
He throws an arm out wide to present the light. His hand goes straight through the window.
There's a crack, then a second worse noise, and then a whole pane of the afternoon just leaves, drops out of the wall into the side yard, and the room goes very bright and very silent, and Buck is standing there with his arm still hanging through the hole where a window used to be.
"Oh my god," Buck says.
"Whoa," says Christopher, deeply impressed.
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Eddie and Chris move to LA and Buck is their realtor.Bookmarked by Fandom_Pain
19 Jun 2026
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Will there come a day I don't bookmark a work of madforyou? I hope not
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Panic floods through him. He’s halfway between forms, muscles rippling and bones aching, claws scratching against the paint job of his hood. He stumbles off the Jeep, staggering backwards as the headlights of Eddie’s car cut through the trees.
Inhale. Exhale. Just shift back. It’s fine. Just hold it back a little longer—
“Buck?” Eddie’s voice calls out through the clearing, sharp with worry.
He doesn’t answer. His chest heaves, body jerking violently as he fights the instinct to shift.
The instincts to find, hunt and kill anything close are strong, but somehow, Buck is stronger.
He forces the teeth back, claws disappearing.
Thankfully, by the time Eddie reaches him, Buck is fully human in appearance again—barefoot, shirtless and sweaty—but human.
OR Werewolf Buck runs, but he cannot hide
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- Part 12 of Kryptonian Fictober 2025
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Bookmarked by Fandom_Pain
18 Jun 2026
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CJ does it again
Werewolf Buck being called puppy??? 🥵🫠🤤 -
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Hen and Chim share an air mattress in the living room, the only place one would really fit, while Eddie and Buck share Buck’s bed. Which, again, is fine. He has no problems sharing a bed with Eddie. He’s his best friend, of course, he’s fine with it.
There are the dreams, too. He’s had sex dreams every night for the past week, faceless people on their knees, featureless bodies for him to grind against.
Tonight, he thinks he’s asleep, grinding his cock against the backside of someone.
sleepy, pandemic-era roommates dry humping
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18 Jun 2026
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"You're serious?" Eddie manages, voice quieter than he intends. "I don't- I wouldn't even know what to do, man. Just- hold it there?"
He hears Buck's breath catch even through the crackly line. "Yeah. Or you can, like, roll your hips, grind against it. Or you can ... do little rotations with your wrist." A pause. A lengthy, pregnant pause that should indicate that Buck is about to say something insane that shatters Eddie's world, but Eddie's apparently naive enough to think this is still at least a semi-normal conversation until Buck says, "I could show you."
Eddie's stomach does a somersault, heart suddenly thundering so loud he can barely hear himself think. "What?" He croaks out.
"I could show you, it's - it's… not a big deal. It doesn't have to be." He's not sure which one of them Buck is trying to convince with that. "Just... a guy showing another guy how to get off."
or: Eddie is struggling to keep up with his sex drive after starting T. If only someone else could lend a helping hand.