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it all breaks down, it always does (it all works out, it always does) by Elgney
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22 Apr 2026
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“I have no idea what’s going on.” He was embarrassed at the whiny note in his voice, but he couldn’t swallow it away. “I mean, the last thing I remember, I was telling my parents that I was leaving Texas. And then all of the sudden I wake up and it’s like—”
Like some stranger named Buck had infiltrated every corner of his life. That’s what it felt like.
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Amnesiac Eddie tries really hard to hate Buck. It doesn’t stick.
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09 Jun 2026
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In which Eddie hates Tommy, Buck doesn’t realize Eddie came out, and Ravi teaches everyone some internet slang.
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05 Jun 2026
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A collection of art I haven't posted on tumblr/twt or full uncut versions.
Rating includes from Teen Up and up to Explicit.
1 chapter = 1 post.
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23 May 2026
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“You think we should have sex?” Eddie clarified — still in that slow, deliberate tone, like any sudden movement would cause the ceiling to cave in around them.
Buck rolled his eyes. “I mean…not for real.”
“Okay. So you think we should have fake sex."
“Yeah, like reading Our Bodies, Ourselves isn’t the same as watching porn, right? It’d be educational sex.”
“Well if it’s educational sex...”
Or: Buck learns that Eddie's never had a prostate orgasm. Clipboard sex ensues.
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13 May 2026
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There are candles on the table, actual candles, because Eddie had apparently lost his damn mind sometime around three in the afternoon at the grocery store.
Fucking candles.
There’s a six-pack of beer sitting beside them, which was almost wine, but after standing in the wine aisle for too long trying to figure out what goes best with pasta, Eddie said fuck it and grabbed the six-pack instead.
It still looks–romantic.
Eddie presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.
What the hell is he doing?
The thought has followed him around for three days now, relentless and sharp. Ever since Chris looked at him with those calm, knowing eyes and said, “Then you shouldn’t feel guilty for loving him back.”
or in which, Eddie Diaz is tired of feeling guilty.
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03 May 2026