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“That’s the fifth time I’ve hit my hip on the table,” he says, rubbing his side as if it’ll stop the sting. “Your kitchen is too small.”
“I know.” Eddie grabs for the butterknife and starts the precarious process of raking away the black streak without fucking up his masterpiece beneath. “We’ll look for a house with a bigger kitchen on Zillow after the bake sale.”
Buck makes a funny noise, like a raccoon caught in the trash. “What?”
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Eddie buys a new house, battles with the homeowner's association, omits the truth, almost dies, and during the process realizes yeah, he's a little bit in love with his best friend.
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05 Jun 2025
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ohhhhhhhh this is already so good..hooked
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Buck tries to commit the frame to memory, wills himself not to forget the important details—Eddie on his knees in front of him, his nails seeking purchase along Buck's thighs as he drinks him down, his drawn-out gasps when Buck returns the favor.
After, when Buck reaches out for quiet confirmation in the dark, asks him, "Good?"
Eddie tells him, earnest and hard-won, "Everything is good with you," and Buck can bask in the illusion of a world where he almost believes it.
Buck is trying to leave the past where it belongs. Then he wins an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy, convinces Eddie to join him, and falls headfirst into (not so) casual sex with his best friend.
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Mr. Diaz’s eyes are so infuriatingly brown, a roasted chestnut that feels lodged in Buck's throat. In certain flickers of the candlelight, they appear hazel. Another flicker, another color. Caramel, then gold. Buck doesn’t think he’s seen eyes like his before.
“So, what do you recommend? I mean, to encourage affection,” Mr. Diaz hastily elaborates, his eyes briefly shooting over towards Mr. Han before returning to Buck, almost as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.
With a grin so wide his cheeks nearly hurt, Buck answers pleasantly, almost saccharinely. “Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.”
A flash bolts across Mr. Diaz’s face, as the recognition of his own words repeated back to him lands with a satisfying crash, his mouth parting slightly as his shoulders drop, like all air escapes him, all because of Buck.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single father in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of partner.
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It’s almost funny how easy it is to slip. You don’t even notice it at first; you’re too busy with other things, too busy with work and your son and your best friend to realize your mind has gotten significantly louder. It’s easy not to notice the warning signs, and it’s even easier to ignore them.
Eddie slips. Buck is there to catch him.
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Their lips pull apart with a wet smack. They don’t move far, heads resting on the pillow, a close-up shot of the dreamy expression spreading across Eddie’s face. Buck thinks maybe he can blame the late hour for his lack of filter, because he hasn’t even really processed the thought before he blurts out, “can I be the one to propose?”
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The universe can interfere all it wants. Buck knows he and Eddie are meant to be together.Series
- Part 2 of seabird 'verse
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20 Nov 2025
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I ate this up so fast omg I loved this sooooo much and its just as good as the first part. Both parts are fr among the best Buddie fics