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Evan Buckley— Buck, Evan was what showed up on disciplinary letters and on the lips of a father he hadn't called in fourteen months — climbed the steps two at a time and tried not to spill the coffees.
Junior year. Third year as an English major. Second year of telling everyone, including himself, that he was fine. First year as an undergraduate TA.
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A Professor Eddie x Teachers Assistant Buck fic, AGE GAP IS THE CHERRY ON TOP. (idk how to do summaries, bear w me)
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23 Jun 2026
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Ilya Rozanov has been drafted by Boston, the number one pick overall, but his father doesn't want him moving to America and so takes steps to block his visa. He's going to have to go back to Russia and stay there forever and that, thinks Shane Hollander, is wrong.
It's so wrong that Shane can't stop himself from doing something about it. Even though that something is the most reckless, the only reckless thing he's ever done in his life. He marries Rozanov in secret, to keep him out of Russia and put him on a path to Canadian citizenship.
Shane's got a five-year plan to get him there and when you have a plan nothing can go wrong. Right? Right. When you have a solid plan and a marriage that's on paper only there's no risk of feelings getting involved. Not on Rozanov's part and certainly not on Shane's.
Right???
(or, the story of how Shane Hollander fell in love with his own husband)
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22 Jun 2026
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude
Don’t 👍👍👍👍 meOr: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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20 Jun 2026
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i’m flexible, so just tell me what you like (tantric yoga, baby, namaste) by yrsacd
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25 Feb 2026
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“Uhm, Eddie? What are you doing here?”
Eddie moves out of the pose and opens his eyes just to roll them playfully at Buck. “What does it look like to you? Spoiler alert, I'm not knitting.”
“Yes, I know that,” Buck huffs, crossing his arms. He tries his hardest not to stare at the muscles in Eddie’s legs but, christ, they are distracting. “I mean, what are you doing here, in my backyard? As far as I know you have one of those right behind your own house. Making it your backyard, which has a lot more space than mine does and is, you know, at home for you?”
“I am aware of my own backyard that I have been paying rent for almost a decade now, thanks Buck,” Eddie replies, his tone now definitely teasing.
Okay, rude.
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” Eddie shrugs again while moving into yet another yoga pose, one that Buck has never seen before.
“And I didn’t think you were into yoga,” Buck closes his eyes against the picture of Eddie squatting low and pushing his ass up in the air. “Since when exactly are you into yoga?”
Or the one where Eddie does yoga in Buck's backyard and (accidentally) melts Buck's brain a little while doing so.
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20 Jun 2026
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The realization goes something like this, as Eddie sits under a flapping rainbow pride flag in the bay of the firehouse and studies its colors.
Red, like his cheeks when Buck smiles at him.
Orange, like the juice he wishes he'd started drinking years ago.
Yellow, like the color of Shannon's dress the day she died.
Green, like the jealousy that strangles him when he thinks about losing Buck.
Blue, like the color of the most beautiful eyes he knows.
Violet, like the bruise blooming on Buck's left cheekbone. Right where Eddie wants to place his lips.
And Eddie thinks, for the first time, that maybe he feels something approaching pride, or something adjacent to it at least, for himself.
Or; In one Pride Month, Eddie meets an old friend, learns about himself, comes out to people who love him and learns to be proud (in roughly that order).
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20 Jun 2026