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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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“I’m alive,” Eddie whispers, pulling Buck in closer by his waist, all of them touching. Pulling Buck out of his head, pulling him closer to him. “We’re alive. It’s okay. We’re gonna be okay.”
“I thought you were dead,” Buck’s voice cracks in so many places it’s barely legible, but Eddie hears it anyway. Hears him anyway.
“I know,” he whispers, and he sounds broken. Severed clean in two, a gaping, bleeding wound. “I know, baby. So did I.”
—a tiny motel room and the confessions that come with almost losing the love of your life.
a 9x13 coda.
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14 Mar 2026
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Maddie swings the door open approximately thirty seconds after Buck knocks.
“You might throw up,” Buck tells her.
“Hi, Buck,” Maddie says mildly. “Why might I throw up?”
“You’re lactose intolerant.”
“I’m not following.”
“I’m milk,” Buck says. “Because, clearly, I have an expiration date.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “I thought the auction went well?”
Nonsensically, Buck says, “My soul is not well.”
OR: after the LAFD auction, Eddie reveals who his mystery bidder is. Buck, shockingly, does not take this well.
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28 Feb 2026
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He just doesn’t get it. These men like Lee (like Andrew and Dave and Rory), they make it seem so easy. Taking what they covet, expressing their desire. Like it’s the most simple thing in the world, to touch Eddie, kiss Eddie, slither their way inside Eddie; to make it absolutely clear how bad they want him. And he knows Buck wants him just as bad, maybe worse than anyone else; he can see it, feel it, taste it in the air that surrounds him, in the rapacious looks he levels him. He knows Buck wants him. He’s sure of it. So why can’t he just say it? Why can’t he just take it?
What is he waiting for? For Eddie to no longer be available? For the chance of having him to diminish to less than zero? Because that will simply never happen. Look at him, under some handsome stranger as he lets him take him home, swapping spit, grinding hips, and still he’s thinking of Buck.
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23 Feb 2026
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He should be glad of it. He doesn’t want people to know he’s struggling, and they don’t. But why doesn’t Buck know? He’s always known, always seen through Eddie’s carefully constructed walls and carved himself a door into them. Even when Eddie resisted, even when he pushed back, Buck ducked his head and shoved through and found the tender hurt Eddie was guarding, cupped his hands around it and held until it didn’t ache so much.
And now Eddie’s bleeding internally, swollen with regret, and Buck doesn’t say a thing. Eddie can’t ask him to. If he opens his mouth, he might just start screaming.
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There's distance between Eddie and Buck. Eddie isn't falling apart. These are two equally true statements.
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19 Feb 2026