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Buck should be furious. All their planning, all the hard work and buried emotions and lying to get where they are. Buck should be furious.
He's sitting on a sound stage, lights beating down on him, sweat beading on his forehead, heart pounding in his chest as Eddie's voice echoes in his head over and over and over while the crowd is deathly silent, and god damn it, Buck should be furious.
“Roger,” Ryan Seacrest says, pausing for dramatic effect as his eyes flicker between the duo in front of him, “For twenty five thousand dollars,” another pause that feels like it stretches into eternity, long enough for Buck to tear his gaze away from the couple to the man sitting to his left, to try and catch his eye and ultimately get nowhere. “When did Kristy realize she was in love?”
It was love at first sight.
That’d been Buck’s answer. They’d rehearsed it.
But Eddie—
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Or, Buck and Eddie aren't married. They go on The Newly Weds Game show, anyways. -
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“I think I know a secret,” Theo says, voice now softened to a whisper.
“Oh, you do?” Theo beckons him forward, so Chris makes a big show of leaning towards him.
“Buck and Eddie make each other happy,” Theo whispers. “They’re married.”
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Buck and Eddie are not married. They really should be, though. Chris and Theo help with that.
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Control has always been Eddie’s thing. Not because he likes it or it makes him feel powerful. But because control is what had seeped into his bones at eight years old when he became the man of the house, and he never knew how to let it go. And, Eddie has learned, over and over, that other people’s control often comes with a cost he’s the one expected to pay. His father’s control of the Diaz family left Eddie in charge. His mother’s control over the Diaz family reputation led him to standing outside a gay bar at 32 and not 18 with a fake ID just to get a taste.
He thinks of his father. The way Ramon Diaz can look at you and make it feel like you’re eight years old again, standing too straight, trying too hard, waiting for judgment. Eddie thinks of his mother’s quiet commentary, the way she can make disappointment sound like concern and call it love. He thinks of church—stale incense, polished wood, the heavy expectation that you were supposed to come in already knowing the rules and abide by them, or else.
Hen’s voice loops in his head, calm and offhand.Dating shouldn’t feel like a performance.
or, Eddie Diaz falls in love with Buck and it makes him question everything he knows
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12 Jul 2026
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My baby who is also me— finished! Was pretty good :)
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Adriana Diaz is 24, fresh out of college and armed with little more than a degree, no plan to use it, a recently-imploded social life, and a bank account hovering dangerously close to overdraft. She scrolls through an embarrassingly sparse message history to find a text from 2019, and mouths a quiet thanks to the cloud for saving it. She messily scribbles the address '4995 South Bedford Street' onto a post-it, recalling a house she last saw for her sister-in-law’s funeral. She guesses that she's no longer welcome in Houston, after her graduation ceremony and the cold shoulders that came with it. El Paso certainly has nothing to offer beyond disappointed sighs and disapproving glares from her parents. And so she gets in her tiny, wheezing silver Nissan and heads west toward Los Angeles.
Or; Adriana Diaz arrives at Eddie's door one summer afternoon and finds her brother co-parenting two children with his best friend. She flounders around in search of purpose, friends, and maybe some way to save her brother from his own obliviousness.
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11 Jul 2026
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I LOVE an outsider’s pov!!! So excited!
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“This looks fine, this is a serviceable draft. You’re at least as good at drawing as an eighth grader, Dr. Grace.”
“I— thanks.”
“You still want to learn about carpentry? You didn’t even get to use the saw.”
“I”—
“What about after school? You free?”
Ryland Grace does not have a packed social calendar. “Robotics club on Wednesday, but maybe the beginning of the week, or next Thursday if that”—
“What about today?”
Sure, Grace doesn’t have big plans on a Friday night, but certainly this guy seems like he should.
“I was just gonna grade— yeah. I’m free.”
“Great,” Simon beams at him. “I’m on bus line duty,” he checks his watch, “shit, five minutes ago. But I’m done at four thirty. See you back here?”