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Just before Eddie tells Buck he loves him, he’s pretty sure they’ve been building up to this for months. Just after Eddie tells Buck he loves him, he realises he’s deeply misunderstood this entire situation.
And Buck? Well, Buck didn’t even think they were dating.
(Aftermath, and then: the road less travelled, with the benefit of hindsight.)
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08 Feb 2026
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Eddie caught sight of the man leaning against the side of his desk and immediately wanted to retreat to the relative safety of the hallway, back in time when he lived happily not knowing that Mr. Buckley was apparently some kind of male model masquerading as a third-grade teacher.
“Uh. Hi,” was all he managed, as his brain desperately tried to reconcile this person—this very tall, very broad, very hot person, Jesus fucking Christ—with the Mr. Buckley that Chris rambled about constantly, the one who loved Lord of the Rings and was an endless repository of fun animal facts. (Did you know a group of owls was called a parliament? Eddie didn't, not until last week.)
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07 Feb 2026
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“Hello?” His neighbour says, looking confused and honestly a bit concerned at Buck’s dishevelled presence.
“Hi, I’m—next door. Buck,” Buck says.
The guy just raises an eyebrow, hand still on the door handle. “Okay? Nice to meet you, Buck. I’m Eddie.”
Eddie. It’s a beautiful name. Simple. Short. Sweet. Buck thinks he might have hearts in his eyes. Or maybe they’re floating around his head. Is he delirious?
“I’m a firefighter,” Buck explains.
Eddie glances down at Buck’s hoodie, a navy LAFD-issue hoodie that hangs loosely over his frame. “I can tell.”
Buck exhales. He’s not explaining this correctly. He’s so tired he might just curl up and fall asleep right here, right now, on Eddie’s front door step. Maybe the saxophone will lull him to sleep.
“Sorry, I’m—I just got off a forty-eight-hour shift from hell. I’m just—I’m dead on my feet, man. Is there any chance you can just—not—” Buck makes vague gesturing of playing a saxophone, cheeks puffed out and fingers pressing vaguely where he imagines saxophone buttons are. He makes quiet little tooting noises. “I hate to be this guy, I just—please. Just tonight.”
OR Buck pleads with his evil saxist neighbour for peace
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19 Jan 2026
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Six Different Ways To Mark Your Territory by like_a_heartbeat_drives_you_mad
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Or "5 times Eddie was a possessive bastard, and Buck (being the oblivious puppy he is) didn't notice. And the one time he couldn’t help but notice."
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17 Jan 2026
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Buck asks, "Where is your dad?"
"He's downstairs buying sodas," Christopher replies. He sits down next to Buck and points at the magazine. "Why are you reading Bridal Guide?"
"Oh." Buck flushes a little. It's not like he can explain: I realized I'm in love with your dad and keep accidentally planning a wedding we're never going to have. "It was this or Golf Digest."
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09 Jan 2026