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Eddie’s already there, turning to wave, except when he sees Buck, his hand freezes mid-air, mouth falling open so wide it nearly hits the floor.
Buck suddenly remembers he's wearing nothing but a towel.
"Fuck," he says.
Eddie's gaze drops, just for a second, a quick flick down and back up, but Buck catches it, and his face goes hot.
He should get clothes. He should absolutely get clothes. He should turn around and walk to his bedroom and put on pants instead of not moving, naked and dripping in his living room.
Eddie's face is turning red. He's still frozen with his hand half-raised, mouth slightly open, and Buck is having a hard time remembering why clothes are important when Eddie is looking at him like that.
The towel betrays him, slipping with inconsiderate, dramatic timing. Buck lunges for it, misses, and is suddenly very, very naked.
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Buck accidentally flashes his apartment’s window cleaner.Bookmarked by actofcreation
20 Jan 2026
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“Do you ever feel… feel like you’re empty?” He pauses, watching for a reaction from Buck, but he doesn’t get one. “Like, all you need, all you want is to be as close to one person as you possibly can? Like that’s the only thing that could fill you. Fix you.”
It’s too revealing. Any second, Buck is going to laugh in his face or awkwardly scoot back. He’ll take his beautiful hand away and pack a bag and go stay at Maddie’s for the night. Then slowly, so slowly that if Eddie were normal he probably wouldn’t notice it, Buck will start to pull away from him.
He waits. He waits for his future.
“Yes. Always.” Is what spills out of Buck’s mouth instead.
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Eddie finally asks for what he wants.
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18 Jan 2026
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The kid claps a hand over his mouth. His eyes are huge and sparkling with something that looks like excitement or mischief, probably both.
"Sorry, sorry," he whispers loudly. Then he leans forward, like he's about to share a secret. "You're a hunk, right?"
Buck chokes on nothing. "I. What?"
"A hunk," the kid repeats. "You know, a hunk."
"I..." Buck has no idea what's happening. "Sure? I guess? I mean, I've been told... I work out sometimes—"
"Perfect!" The kid is already digging around in his backpack. He pulls out a slightly crumpled rectangle of cardstock and presents it to Buck with great ceremony. "This is for you."
It's a handmade card written in crayon, blue crayon. The handwriting is careful but wobbly, the letters all different sizes.
My dad likes boys and is single. He is a HERO and fights fires like Superman. He is a hunk. If intrested, please contact Chris Diaz.
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Christopher's fix-it kit for lonely dads.Bookmarked by actofcreation
17 Jan 2026
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“Let me show you. I don’t know— I’ve never— but I want to show you. Please?”
Buck nods his head, his curls flopping over his forehead.
“Anything you want,” he murmurs into Eddie’s mouth like a promise. “Anything.”
- 907 coda. eddie has a panic attack, a sexuality crisis, and the best sex of his life before midnight.
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14 Jan 2026
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"Hello?" he says to the clothing rack, and wow, okay, so this is his life now, he's a guy who talks to clothing racks in public, that's who he is, that's what he's doing.
"Hi," says the clothing rack again.
Buck peers between the hangers to get a better look—oh. Oh, there's a very small human in there, blinking up at him from inside what appears to be a nest made entirely of women's cardigans.
So that's good, he's not losing his mind, that's a relief.
"Um," Buck says. "Hi?"
The kid has curly hair and big eyes and crutches propped up against the inside of the rack, and he's looking at Buck like Buck is the weird one here, as if Buck is the one who's chosen to make a home inside a department store display instead of living in a house like a normal person.
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Buck trips over a clothing rack and into a sexuality crisis.Bookmarked by actofcreation
12 Jan 2026