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    None of these fics are connected, they're just a random collection of holiday fics I'm attempting to write this year.

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  1. Public Bookmark 62

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    It's the control of his movement, the way his muscles move, how his hips roll, and his perfect posture. How he makes those quick steps and snaps of his hips look so easy, simple. And then he twirls around, the woman in his arms turning, so her back is to him, a strong forearm curled around her stomach, and Buck knows that tattoo—

    "Eddie?!"

    His brain short-circuits, and there are no more thoughts.

    Because Eddie is here. And Eddie is dancing with a beautiful woman.

    And Eddie is… perfect.

    Buck goes on a date at a salsa club, only to discover Eddie there, using his ballroom-dancing skills for stress relief. Needless to say, seeing Eddie dance fries Buck's brain.

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    09 May 2026

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    Buck wonders, suddenly, if Eddie’s on any dating apps. Or — God forbid — Grindr.

    He looks up when Eddie makes a small noise. His gaze finds Eddie’s mouth first, pink and right there, before he very stubbornly reorients to Eddie’s eyes. His eyes that, suddenly, bear a heat Buck’s grown used to over the past couple of months. 

    “Wanna?” Eddie murmurs, tapping Buck’s hip. “After dinner?” 

    Heat pools in Buck’s gut, and he nods, a little dazed. “S-sure. Yeah, sure.”

    Or: Buck and Eddie fuck sometimes. As friends. With a self-imposed no-talking-during-sex rule. This is fine with Buck. He’s really chill about it.

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    18 Apr 2026

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    08 Mar 2026

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    "Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.

    Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.

    "I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."

    “Buck, don’t.”

    It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—

    He’s in Eddie’s lap.

    Or,
    What's a little road-head between friends?

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    18 Feb 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 41

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    15 Feb 2026