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“So…” he drags out the word, long and languid, taking another pull from his bottle. Pushes harder. “That’d be okay with you?”
“What would?”
“If I… you know, brought someone here?” Buck drapes his arm over the back of the couch, expectant. Eager for Eddie’s answer.
Eddie just shrugs.
So Buck shoves. “Maybe we need to make some rules?”
“Rules?” Now Eddie’s frowning.
“Y-yeah. Or, like, a system. For… guests?”
Eddie’s eyes narrow in confusion and then widen. He chokes a little, coughs, and when he speaks, his voice has dropped an octave, husky at the edges. “What’d you have in mind?”
or: Buck and Eddie implement a system for sexiling each other. Except it only works if you respect the system.
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23 Jan 2026
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"Let's go do something fun," Eddie says. "Let's— That was nice, that was great, being with you and Chris in any capacity is enough for me, but—"
And Buck thought he stumbled over his words.
Eddie takes a breath. "Shaving my face and dancing around in my underwear wasn’t enough."
Buck doesn't know what to say. He has no idea what he means. He's just glad the but wasn't the kind he was afraid of.
"Uh, is that a euphemism?"
While visiting his parents in Pennsylvania for the weekend, Buck accidentally sends Eddie a text telling him that he loves him. Eddie, reacting as any normal and sane person would, flies across the country to say it back.
Featuring good food, great company, bad bits, late-night psychics, East Coast gay bars, ghost towns, minor car accidents, and the Buckley parents being the Buckley parents.
or, Eddie has his juice and drinks it too.
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17 Jan 2026
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“What are you wearing?” Buck asks.
Eddie’s laugh is sharp and loud, not having expected Buck to say that.
“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”
“Eddie. It’s a classic. Tell me.”
“What if I said I’ve got nothing on?” Eddie asks, purposely pitching his voice lower.
“Hey,” Buck scolds him. “First rule of phone sex: no lying.”
“There are rules?”
“You are so difficult.”
Eddie tells Buck to text him whenever he's thinking of Tommy, so he doesn't have to keep baking. Safe to say, things...escalate.
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15 Jan 2026
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That would be the pattern. That would be the smart choice, statistically, intuitively. It was his pattern, after all. But once again, he just couldn’t call a spade a spade, not when his heart was saying, well, “Hearts.”
Eddie leaned back a bit, a brief look of surprise in his eyes, before shaking it off entirely.
“Switching it up, Buckley?” He chuckled, bending the card upward so only he could peak. A smile crept across his face, though it looked as if Eddie was biting it back. He held the card fully in his hand now, still shielded from Buck’s view, and stared at it with an unfamiliar emotion taking shape along the line of his jaw. Finally, rather than setting it on the table, he placed the card into Buck’s hand, Eddie’s fingers pressing gently against his palm.
More weight. Buck sucked in a breath, pushing ever so slightly into Eddie’s touch. His thumb finally grabbed onto the card now in his hand, as he finally looked down.
A king of hearts.
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Buck follows the pattern. And despite months of Buck's distance and avoidance, he finds that it always leads back to Eddie.Bookmarked by daddynash911
14 Jan 2026
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matter of fact, i caught you lookin' back by sargeantwoof
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
05 Jan 2026
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“No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”
Hollander stares at him.
And then he starts to laugh.
“You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”
OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.
[or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]
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- Part 9 of heated rivalry masterlist
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