DamnitRobron
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"It was in the couch," Buck complains. He prods at the arm of it, looking aggrieved. "You've gotta teach this guy not to take other people's things."
"Why is that my responsibility?"
Buck twists his neck to look up at Eddie from where he's putting the sock back on, expression incredulous. "It's your couch," he justifies, once all ten toes are back in captivity. "You—brought it into this world."
"Mm-mm," Eddie hums, lips pursed, head shaking. "I want a paternity test. That couch looks nothing like me."
"You sure? You're both kinda, y'know, square. Wide—hey!" Buck yelps, because Eddie has picked up a throw pillow and is using it as a weapon against the side of Buck's head with one hand. (The other is occupied stiff-arming his beer to keep it from spilling on his... second-born, apparently.) "You didn't let me finish! You're—inviting," Buck laughs, winded, "and—and soft, and comfortable—"
Or: Buck can't seem to stop losing things in Eddie's couch.
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01 Jul 2026
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Buck knows three things for certain, and one thing for maybe.
Number one: Eddie does not have a POA.
Number two: if the doctors had come to the waiting room to ask what the group had thought Eddie’s wishes were, all eyes would’ve turned to Buck.
Number three: isn’t that what a POA is, really?
The maybe: Eddie would put Buck in his will a second time.Or: Eddie's hurt on the job. Again. Buck spreads misinformation in the waiting room.
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- Part 1 of can't you feel the weight of my stare?
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20 Jun 2026
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standing just outside the frame by honeyand_thorns
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV) RPF, Heated Rivalry (TV)
25 May 2026
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Some things don’t fall apart all at once. They unravel quietly, in the moments you think don’t matter. This is how Connor lost François. And how he tries to find his way back.
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15 Jun 2026
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He told himself he could always stop. Every morning, he looked in the bathroom mirror and swore that today was the day he would draw the line. He would be professional. He would be the older, wiser colleague. He would leave the cedar-heavy cologne on the shelf so he left no trace behind.
But then the day would end and François would find himself walking down the carpeted hotel hallway, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm, waiting for the knock on his door to come.
And it always did.
_____________________________François is a weak man with very strong feelings.
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- Part 2 of My Own Private Ontario
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13 Jun 2026
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Connor’s heart beat a frantic, uneven rhythm against his ribs.
He didn't care about the other guy back in California. He couldn't afford to care.
For weeks, they had danced around each other — the lingering looks, the accidental brushes of knees under the craft services table, the way François’ gaze would drop to Connor’s mouth when he thought Connor wasn't paying attention.
But he never had an opportunity like this.
Tonight, though, Connor was going to be in François’ private space, and he was absolutely going to make his move.
_____________________________The one where Connor wants more than he can have, but he always gets what he wants.
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- Part 1 of My Own Private Ontario
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13 Jun 2026