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    “So,” Buck says, head spinning. He’s really feeling the alcohol now. They definitely should have eaten something before drinking. “No women.”

    Eddie fumbles as he sets the bottle down on his bedside table. “No women.”

    “What about men?” Buck blurts, which is—crazy, because again: neither of them are gay.

    They’re just two straight guys. Two straight guys in Eddie’s bed, tipsy, and—and Eddie doesn’t want to sleep with women. Which means nothing.

    Beside him, Eddie goes preternaturally still. “I would know, if I—you know.”

    “Okay.” Buck’s hands twitch at his sides. “I—yeah. Me too.”

    Then, very seriously, Eddie turns to look at him. “If I were gay, you would be my first call.”

    Warmth blooms in Buck’s chest. Eddie’s so nice to him. “Dude,” he says, touched. “You’d be my first call too.”

    Or: a story set in season 2 featuring tequila, Just The Tip, and, finally, a kiss.

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    "Dad." Chris looks up. "Dad, please tell me this isn't actually you. Please tell me you have a secret twin or something."

    Eddie frowns. "What isn't me?"

    "This." Chris shoves his phone across the table, nearly knocking over Eddie's water glass in the process.

    Eddie catches it before it can slide into his plate and looks at the screen. It's TikTok, which Eddie barely understands despite Chris's many patient attempts to explain it to him. There's a video playing on loop and the quality is terrible but Eddie recognizes his kitchen immediately. Those floor-to-ceiling windows he'd been so excited about when he first saw the apartment. The window with the busted blinds he keeps meaning to replace. His couch. That’s definitely his couch.

    And yeah, okay, that's definitely him, shirtless, wearing the stupid cowboy hat that his buddy from his new firehouse gave him as a welcome-to-the-team gift.

    That’s him. Cooking dinner. In full view of his massive windows. For apparently the entire internet to see.

    "Oh my god," Eddie says faintly.

    Or,
    A crash course in accidental thirst traps and the soulmates they attract.

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    22 Mar 2026

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    Series Summary: The bonding of Cristobal Salas, Buck’s mentor, to Alpha Sentinel Prime Lou Ransone brings him back to the United States. They make a family by accident.

    Summary from third fic in series: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz. Sentinel Evan Buckley’s world is turned upside down when a baby on a harrowing call latches on to him psionically. It takes him down a path that he was determined to avoid for as long as he could.

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    21 Mar 2026

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    Amazing series featuring Sentinel/Guide dynamics and ultimately crossing over in some ways with Stargate SG-1 and Atlantis, and NCIS

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    Eddie’s massage therapist is Briana. 

    He confirmed this six times: twice on the website, once during a phone call he made from his truck in the grocery store parking lot like it was a covert operation, three more times in the confirmation email.

    "Eddie?"

    He looks up.

    That is not Briana.

    The guy standing in the hallway entrance is tall and built like someone whose job description wildly undersold the physical reality. There's a birthmark above his eye that shouldn't work but does, way too much, and his scrubs fit him well. They — okay. They fit him obscenely well, actually.

    His arms. God, his arms. They're just arms. Everyone has arms.

    Eddie is suddenly, involuntarily, thinking about what it would feel like to have those arms braced on either side of him. Or around him. Or holding him down.

    Which is not a thought he's ever had about a man's arms before. He's pretty sure. He's almost sure. He's going to move on from this.

    He is going to stop looking at the arms.

    Any second now.

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    It's just a massage. Eddie can survive that. Right?

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    21 Mar 2026

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    He stands up, because Eddie does not cower from knocks at — he checks his phone — 10:52 PM, even though every true crime podcast his abuela forwards him suggests this is exactly how people end up as a Dateline episode.

    He looks through the peephole.

    He blinks.

    He looks again.

    There is a man on his porch. Which, fine, he expected a man. What he did not expect is for the man to be — and Eddie needs a second here, because he’s processing several things simultaneously and doing a poor job with all of them — approximately six foot two, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, visibly muscular in a way that suggests either a dedicated gym routine or a genetic lottery win or both, and completely, entirely, spectacularly naked.

    Except for the potted succulent he's holding in front of his crotch.

    Eddie's succulent. From Eddie's porch. The one Chris named Potricia.

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    The odds of the universe dropping a naked man on your doorstep are low, but never zero.

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    21 Mar 2026