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“Holy shit, Eddie. You weren’t kidding. You have a hot husband,” is the first thing Greta says 30 seconds into Eddie pretending he’s not freaking the fuck out about pretending Buck is his husband at his barber’s lesbian wedding.
He kind of feels like he’s going to puke. This was a bad idea. This was a terrible idea.
Or, a classic case of fake dating a wedding.
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He reaches out, takes Tommy’s hand in his and smiles, soft and trembling.
Tommy looks taken aback, but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t return the squeeze Buck offers him either, though.
“O-Okay, that’s— yeah, I’ll—” Bile crawls up Buck’s throat, discomfort burning along his esophagus. He doesn’t know why. “I could just move in with you.”
Tommy blinks. Blinks again. The pause he leaves is purposeful, weighty. He leaves Buck waiting there, unsure, still holding his hand. Then, “You’d give up your loft for me.”
OR: Buck moves in with Tommy. And then moves out again. Somewhere along the way, he rediscovers the meaning of home.
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Bookmarked by hurricanepeach
23 Aug 2026
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ed’s fix are always bangers. longfic was a good treat i was supposed to be finishing decorating my apartment and instead i was simply unable to move until i finished. mwah.
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Eddie falls in love with Evan when he’s nineteen. He falls in love with Buck when he’s twenty-seven.
And he loves him all the years in between.
(or the one where Eddie and Buck meet when they work together on Eddie’s uncle’s ranch, and again when Eddie walks into the 118 eight years later.)
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The first time Buck had met Pepa, she’d described Eddie as a saint, and she’d been right. Buck may be fuzzy on his Art History eras, but he can conjure up plenty of images of shirtless saints, and Eddie, abs adorned with sparkles and glowy mood lighting framing his face, looks more saintly than ever before.
Eddie motions Buck over. “Come meet my friends!” He turns to the woman petting his hair. “This is my friend, Buck!”
The woman eyes Buck suspiciously, but without judgment. “You the baby daddy?” she asks, not unkindly.
Before Buck has a chance to say no, or yes, or what?— Eddie’s face crumples, and he turns to the drag queen forlornly, muttering, “I don’t have a baby anymore,” before face-planting into her breastplate with a sob.
The queen squeezes his shoulder and shushes him gently. “I know, sweetie, it’s okay. You can be our baby.”
“My baby’s all grown up.”
“It’s gonna be alright.”
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Buck gets really into Carly Rae Jepsen. Eddie gets adopted by drag queens. They're both just doing their best to be happy.
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- Part 1 of keep on dancing
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Bookmarked by hurricanepeach
19 Aug 2026
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sometimes i don’t have words. i feel goopy.
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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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Bookmarked by hurricanepeach
13 Aug 2026
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HELLO??? OH MY GOD??? the eddie reveal was mwah and so was literally everything else