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Wayward Princesses and Kind Little Pumpkins by blackwidowsaturn
Fandoms: The Rosewood Chronicles - Connie Glynn
27 Jul 2022
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Ellie loves Lottie, because, well, of course she does.
Lottie loves Ellie, because, well, of course she does.
or: Lottie and Ellie love each other. They weren't able to protect each other, but they are determined to make sure the other is safe.
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“I have to do this. Caleb’s tormented us enough.”
That’s how Julie ended up here, looking at a beautiful flapper dress that was in an antique shop 6 miles from her house.
or: Julie has to go undercover in the Hollywood Ghost Club.
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Before Eddie can even figure out the words to ask, Buck speaks again, always somehow managing to read his mind. “I know you want to ask about it,” he says while picking at the skin around his nails. “You—you wanna know what happened, that’s fair, but…” he sighs. “Not yet. Please.”
Eddie nods, releasing a low, “Of course.” He straightens up in his seat to check the time on the radio. “We have eight hours and forty-seven minutes anyway.”
Buck lets out a small huff of breath at that, but he doesn’t speak again. He turns back to the window. A new soft song plays through the speakers. Eddie wants to turn it off, but he leaves it on. He grips the wheel tighter.
OR: Buck and Eddie embark on the ten-hour trip back home to Los Angeles, and a few truths slip through the cracks
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22 Mar 2026
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Buck is a good dog—a loyal dog, chained by only his own loyalty that feels heavy like iron around his neck as he waits. A good dog waits, and if Buck can’t be a good teammate for his family, he can be a good dog for them.
Even though he wants to stay, Buck is a good dog—he follows commands, sits when he’s told, gets off the couch when prompted, and doesn’t even steal food. He’s a good dog, and good dogs return to their imaginary owner at the end of the day when they decide it’s his time to go. He’s a good dog as he walks through the streets of L.A., dodging strangers, weaving through back alleys, and crossing the streets when the light tells him he can.
Buck is a good dog; he’s not a good human, though—dog him is selfless, happy to bask in people’s presence. Human him is selfish, needy, and graceless; unlovable, barely tolerated, and too much.
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or; the lawsuit shapeshifter buck fic that people actually asked for
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- Part 52 of buddie by tired
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21 Mar 2026
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“Do none of you care about the children? It’s a bachelor auction, and you, my friend, are a bachelor. Abracadabra, put your name on the list.”
“I can’t,” Eddie repeats. He can’t. He cannot. “I’m not.”
“You’re not? Since when?” Chimney frowns. “Who?”
It’s not Eddie’s fault that, at that exact moment, Buck walks in. So it’s not his fault that he opens his mouth and says, “Buck.”
Or, Eddie trips and falls into a lightly fraudulent HR-disclosed "consensual romantic relationship" with his best friend. Really, if you think about it, it's a win-win.
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21 Mar 2026
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Alice gets it, she really does. She means it when she says she’s been there—the anxiety over coming out, the fear of rejection, of love unrequited. But if she can’t have that sappy happy ending, maybe at least these two can.
Call it her good deed for the year.
“You want my advice?” she asks. Eddie nods a little hesitantly. “Ruin the friendship. Trust me. It’s better that than regretting never saying anything forever. Trust me.”
Eddie shuffles on his feet. He really takes in her words. “There’s a story there, I bet,” he tries laughing off.
“Maybe, but stop deflecting.”
OR: Buck and Eddie both receive some advice from the waitress at the diner who’s been in their same situation.
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15 Mar 2026
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“Were you really worried?” asks Eddie. Buck’s brow furrows, confused. “About, you know—what you said. That your looks wouldn’t cut it. Because that’s…”
Buck’s head tilts on its axis, in a manner that would be almost harrowing if it weren’t his familiar, ludicrously handsome face. “That’s what?”
“Stupid,” Eddie blurts out. Shakes his head. Rectifies. “Not—you’re not stupid. Not at all. I just mean that… obviously, someone should want you for all of you.” Eddie thinks that should really go without saying. “But even without all the addendums. You’re, like, a total smokeshow, man.”
Good God. That’s fucking embarrassing. Even worse—or perhaps better, Eddie is so ruined—Buck beams.
"Total smokeshow?” Buck repeats, nothing short of delighted. On topic, Eddie really could go for a smoke bomb right about now. Just—pull the pin and flee.
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Buck goes on a hot date and knits Eddie a scarf.
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04 Mar 2026