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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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07 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 plaidalecki
04 Jun 2026
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'You ready?' says Buck, settling his laptop over their knees, in bed, sat up against the headboard, the lights low.
'As ready as I'm gonna get,' says Eddie, shifting so he's pressed closer to Buck, both of them naked, anticipatory.
He's weirdly nervous. They've already done the hard bit; they had sex and they filmed it. Now they've just got to watch, and they have great sex, the best Eddie's ever had, but it's one thing to feel that when you're in it and another thing to watch it happen from the outside.
'Okay,' says Buck, tapping the space bar on his keyboard and the video starts to play.
It begins with a static shot of their bedroom, Buck's phone angled from the corner to get the whole bed in frame. He got very into positioning the camera and getting the lighting right, moving a lamp from his nightstand to the dresser, and Eddie has to admit it does look good; the room without them in it, the bed waiting.
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21 Apr 2026
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“Aren’t you gonna tell me all about the Mississippi river?” Eddie asks, his voice thick with warmth, almost tender.
Buck narrows his eyes. “Do you wanna hear facts about the river?”
“Buck, if you have things to say, I want to hear them.”
The sun doesn’t break through the clouds, but it’s like the sky brightens, for just a moment, burnishing highlights in Eddie’s hair and finding new flecks of color in his eyes. Buck feels heat travel down the back of his neck.
or: Two firefighters. Two thousand miles. One realization they probably should’ve had a long time ago.
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25 Mar 2026
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The last thing Chris said to Buck was in a text message. You’re so embarrassing. Buck had replied with the emoji with the one big eye and its tongue sticking out.
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22 Mar 2026