nouseance
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A poem or poems from Dean's POV perhaps?
I seriously don't know what this is. I wrote this at 3:55 in the morning. It's been a while since I wrote and this is what the writing beans grew into or whatever.- Language:
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Eddie has always known.
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Genos realises that Saitama is a selfless hero even though he became a hero for fun.
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Eddie realized dimly that his hand was still lifted, phone pressed to his ear, the call still live – Buck’s voice spilling through the speaker, thin and panicked and far too loud:
“…Eddie, what is happening? Talk to me. Eddie.”
He should have kissed him before leaving the house, Eddie thought, as his knees gave out.
He should have kissed him more, period. Every chance he got. In the kitchen, from behind, hands wrapped around his waist. On the couch, during the quiet lull of a movie neither of them was watching. In the parking lot before a shift, just because he could. In the locker room as the bells went off – a good luck charm tucked just out of sight.
He should have stopped acting like there’d always be another time.
Or,
Eddie gets shot. Again.
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- Part 6 of buddie nde fest
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10 Apr 2026
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Eddie shrugs, goes back to chopping cilantro. “I guess I didn’t think you were that serious about moving out right now. I kinda figured you’d just…”“Stay?” Buck says, his voice suddenly so quiet Eddie’s not sure he really heard it at all.
He looks over his shoulder at Buck who has a distant sort of look on his face. “Yeah. I mean. Chris and I make pretty good roommates, don’t we?”
Eddie finds a way to make Buck stay.
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08 Apr 2026
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PTA Dad Wars: a dead wife, bi-erasure, and one very real, very tired First Sergeant of a husband by DamnSterek
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
28 Nov 2025
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Eds,
So I might’ve accidentally joined the Parent Council? They asked for volunteers and somehow everyone stepped back except me? I think I got tricked. And suddenly I’m in a group chat with twelve mothers, a dad named Rick who has no spine, and a principal who types like she’s angry at the keyboard.
Anyway, the moms are insane. They keep flirting with me. FLIRTING.
I kept saying “I’m married,” and they kept going “oh that’s sweet, but we’ve never seen your wife.” YOUR WIFE???
Babe. I think this is bisexual erasure?? I’m being erased. I’m being doubted in my own bisexual existence.
Do you know how insulting it is to have your very real, very hot husband dismissed because they’ve never seen him? I’m offended on behalf of our marriage. You need to come home before I have to bring Christopher as a witness.
Miss you. A lot.
—B.
Ps. Chris is fine. He got an A+ for the science project.
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18 Mar 2026
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“Eddie,” Buck tries. “You could, uh… I get why you asked for two rooms, but maybe we should…” The bed is small. They’d be touching all night, and that would be bad, given what happened last night—it would be terrible; Buck definitely doesn’t want it.
He doesn’t want Eddie pressed against his chest, doesn’t want his soft, steady breath at his ear. He doesn’t want it so bad that he says, “Splitting up gets people killed in horror movies.”
Eddie’s answering smile is surprisingly soft. “We’re not in a horror movie, Buck.”
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They're in a horror movie. 9x13 alternate version.
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10 Mar 2026
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He’s a vet, Buck would bet his last dollar. The combat boots tucked inconspicuously under the jeans are one thing, but it’s the faded green jacket that says it all - Diaz barely visible where it’s stamped over his chest, the way his shoulders sit tense and set back underneath it. Buck looks more military than Diaz does - he’s still keeping it high and tight, clean shaven, his arms are starting to finally fill in after all that PT. Diaz, by contrast, has a few days’ growth on him at least, dark shadows scrubbing across his cheeks, darker over his lips even, and a few long tendrils of wet hair still plastered to his forehead.
“Hey,” Buck says, “what can I do you for?”
“I need a room,” Diaz answers. “Can you do day to day?”
Buck looks outside at the long line of absolutely goddamn nothing and no one for miles, except Mr. Han in the Spade Suite, which he wouldn’t even be sure about himself if it weren’t for his towel hanging on the door knob every other morning at 10 am like clockwork. “Yeah, man, I think I can swing that.”
[Or Buck has a dead end job at a highway motel and a mysterious stranger arrives at night.]
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09 Mar 2026