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Eddie cleared his throat. “Would you, um–would you want to meet Chris?”
Buck froze with his back to Eddie.
Whoa.
Eddie wanted to introduce him to his son?
That was…that felt big.
“If–if you want to,” Eddie tacked on, a nervous tremor in his voice now. “I don’t–you don’t have to.”
Buck whirled around so fast, he nearly fell over.
“You want me to meet your son?” he murmured.
OR: Buck meets Eddie's son for the first time.
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- Part 4 of I Met You At A Dinner Party
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29 May 2026
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A Christmas album, a year of documentary cameras, and zero personal space. Eddie and Buck are supposed to be best friends… but all this fake-friend energy is making it really hard not to
blow, uhm,kiss each other.---
OR, the painfully cliché enemies-to-lovers, miscommunication-fueled thing I threw together last summer
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02 May 2026
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Buck is a giant pain in Eddie’s ass. He struts around the gym like he owns the fucking place (Eddie’s pretty sure that his name is on the business license and mortgage, not Buck’s), takes obnoxious selfies after every set he does with the weights, and has these cheap shitty earphones that blast his music loud enough for everyone around him to hear. Eddie had to threaten to ban him to get him to stop filming his workouts and write a new policy banning live streaming within the gym when Buck fought him on it.
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The one where Eddie owns a gym, is a petty bitch, Buck is a brat, and they find a way to work it out.
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11 Apr 2026
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“So,” Buck says, head spinning. He’s really feeling the alcohol now. They definitely should have eaten something before drinking. “No women.”
Eddie fumbles as he sets the bottle down on his bedside table. “No women.”
“What about men?” Buck blurts, which is—crazy, because again: neither of them are gay.
They’re just two straight guys. Two straight guys in Eddie’s bed, tipsy, and—and Eddie doesn’t want to sleep with women. Which means nothing.
Beside him, Eddie goes preternaturally still. “I would know, if I—you know.”
“Okay.” Buck’s hands twitch at his sides. “I—yeah. Me too.”
Then, very seriously, Eddie turns to look at him. “If I were gay, you would be my first call.”
Warmth blooms in Buck’s chest. Eddie’s so nice to him. “Dude,” he says, touched. “You’d be my first call too.”
Or: a story set in season 2 featuring tequila, Just The Tip, and, finally, a kiss.
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- Part 14 of ejo + 911
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05 Apr 2026
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And here’s the thing. If Buck was paying just a little more attention, he probably would’ve clocked what the pain in his middle meant a lot sooner. It wouldn’t change the outcome, sure, but he’d at least be ahead of the curve.
The worst part is that it’s all rather obvious in retrospect, because the signs are all there. The flickering lights. The gymnasium air rippling and warping like heat off pavement. The dark patches on everyone’s suits and dresses.
He should’ve seen it.
But all he sees is Eddie. Everything else is just white noise and set dressing.
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Or: Buck's never been to prom.
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26 Jan 2026