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Eddie Diaz.
Ghosting bastard. Shirtless menace. Walking thirst trap.
Looks him dead in the eye and says “nice to meet you” like Buck doesn’t have the receipts. Like they didn’t match. Flirt. Make plans.
Like Buck didn’t get stood up in public, drink in hand, heart in pieces. -
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There’s a billboard. Which is a normal thing to find on the side of the interstate. Advertisements for car dealerships and injury lawyers and anything you could ever dream of. This, though… this is beyond his wildest dreams.
This billboard has a picture of a man, about Eddie’s age, blond curly hair and crystal blue eyes.
The man on the billboard is—
He is—
The billboard text swims into focus slowly, as if Eddie is surfacing from deep water.
THIS IS BUCK.
HE’S 33, SINGLE, AND A FIREFIGHTER.
HE’S A GREAT COOK IF YOU DON’T MIND
BREAKFAST FOOD FOR EVERY MEAL.
I’M BEGGING SOMEONE TO DATE HIM SO
HE STOPS THIRD-WHEELING MY MARRIAGE.And then, underneath, in smaller letters:
ALL GENDERS WELCOME TO APPLY.
I'M DESPERATE AND HE'S HOPELESS.
PLEASE CONTACT MADDIE AT:
[email protected]Or,
The sisterly art of romantic sabotage. -
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They’re halfway through the quarter, October’s end is rapidly approaching, and it’s easier than Buck expected to get people in the department to think they don’t like each other. Most of the time they just don’t talk or look at each other. Other times they bicker over the littlest things, Eddie usually defaults to saying he doesn’t care for birds, and Buck finds one of Eddie’s favorite theorists to shit talk. It’s fun, there’s a thrill in the debrief on the way home after Buck picks Eddie up a little ways away from the department, and he loves watching the looks other faculty give them in meetings like they’re on the edge of their seats waiting for something to happen.
(or: 5 times Buck and Eddie convinced everyone they're academic rivals +1 time everyone found out they were married)
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“I dare you,” Chim repeats, “at the end of the night leave with the phone number of the hottest person who is here tonight. And if you don’t, you owe me 20 dollars.”
Buck seems to consider the dare for the whole two seconds. His smile is a little crooked and his eyes are shining with mischief. “Sure, but if I do, you owe me twenty dollars.”
Eddie knows he lives in the hell of his own making.
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“I’m uh—” Buck breaks the silence, glancing up as the rain starts to ease enough that he doesn’t have to raise his voice so much. “I’m Buck, by the way.”
The guy glances upward, a smile tugging at his lips. “Buck? Like the deer?”
“Buck like Buckley. My last name. It’s … my first name is Evan, but there were three in my class at the academy, y’know? So. Buck.”
Hot guy lifts his hand and holds it out for Buck to shake. “Eddie.”
Buck shakes it for what he thinks is a totally normal amount of time before dropping the hand. The warmth of Eddie’s skin lingers on his own.
“Thanks again. I’m headed to my niece's party. It’s her birthday. I’m–” He lifts his hand, glancing down at his watch. “Jesus, already like thirty minutes late. And I made the cake. And–” He leans his back against the car, grimacing. “And I-I kinda forgot to set my alarm and my apartment flooded, I just–”
He swallows thickly, sighing. “It’s kinda been a shit day. You’re saving my ass here.”
Eddie pauses unscrewing a lug nut to study Buck’s face. “It’s not a big deal, Buck. I promise.” A beat passes. “Hold your hand out for me?”
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Buck has a Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Then he meets Eddie.