#teacher buck au

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GIMME PLEASE 🤲🤲🤲

Thanks for the request! Sorry for the delay - I'm just writing these whenever I get a chance.

It was the third time this week he'd found himself racing towards Michelle's classroom, and he was once again grateful for his aide, who was ushering in Buck's class from recess like a pro. Well, technically she was a pro - so...maybe like a really good pro? One who deserved more than whatever the district was paying her, that was for sure. He couldn't tell from Michelle's face whether she was relieved or annoyed at Buck's presence, but he decided that he didn't really care. If a kid was hurling chairs around the classroom, he was going to be inviting himself in. 'I've got it,' he told her, trying to sound reassuring and professional and helpful, rather than frustrated and just generally unimpressed. 'You can take the others outside.' As much as Michelle didn't really like being bossed around, she clearly wanted to be out of the classroom and away from Scarlett, so she turned on her heel without hesitating and walked quickly out the door. Buck assessed the situation in front of him. Scarlett was a new transfer who'd started at their school two weeks ago. She was autistic, and had ADHD, and had been expelled from her previous school because - according to her permanent record, 'her outbursts caused property damage and made her a danger to others'. Buck, of course, probably shouldn't know any of this, but he did anyway, because it was all Michelle could talk about these past few weeks, and the proximity of their classrooms unfortunately meant he had overheard far too many of their conversations. He also knew, though, through the process of trial and error, that she liked when someone sat on the floor near the doorway - below her and where she could see them, so as not to be threatening, but not too far away. She seemed to need someone close by. She liked when Buck talked. When he reminded her that he wasn't upset at her, that he understood how she felt. That he was ready when she was. And he had learned that there was a book in the reading corner of the classroom, one about unicorns, that she could be redirected to. That she could look at to calm down, while Buck offered her a snack from her lunchbox.

Make me write

[louisferrignojr]

teacher buck x mechanic tommy au // [read on ao3]

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[bilosan]

buddie + teacher au

(9-1-1 // gif prompts)

[wallabywhump]

Inspired by this gifset, and people in the tags saying "yoga teacher Tommy anyone?"

So, uh, please accept this offering of Season 1!Buck and Yoga Teacher!Tommy 😊 I haven't spell or grammar checked this, so please excuse any errors, I will do that before I put it on ao3 (maybe as a first meeting AU for BuckTommy week?) later lol.

Rating: Mature (esque), Buck is having some not safe for work thoughts about yoga teacher Tommy >.< (and Buck's own arousal 🤤)

Word count: 1.9k~

Enjoy!!

Buck slides through the half-open fire door at the yoga studio without double checking back down the alleyway he walked down. He's on the third yoga teacher from this particular studio, her name is Jewel on Tinder, and they usually fuck in her empty classroom.

She'd leave the door open; he would make his way through half empty hallways and dodge any actual pupils from her classes, and then they'd leave the door unlocked and-

So, he's not feeling like he needs to double check himself as he makes his way to her classroom. He keeps his head high, because if he bumps into Tiff or Kailey, he's not going to say no to them joining either, and saunters his way into Jewels classroom.

Buck feels wrong footed when he opens the door, and there is a man standing at the front of the class. He takes half a step back to check the room number on the door, and it's definitely 217 which is the number Jewel had texted that afternoon when he'd been sexting her from his bunk.

Buck knows he should probably turn around, leave, get out of there, because he has plans with Jewel, except he can't seem to take his eyes off the back of the head of this guy's head.

He's big, and burly, with arms that look like they could do some damage, rivalling some of the bigger men at the Firehouse. They're shiny and look near throbbing, in the way that Buck tends to see from the men at the gym who've just spent an hour working out, beads of sweat along lines of muscle. The kind of men he spends hours talking to about their routine, their protein intake, what weight they've made it up to.

Men who like and appreciate a good workout. Men whose physique Buck admires. Men who Buck looks up and down and commits to memory for inspiration when they're sweaty and their gym clothes no longer hide anything.

And, well, Buck can see from across the room that mystery male yoga teacher is covered in sweat. The guy's tank top isn't hiding anything, stuck to him, and Buck sees his shoulder muscles outlined by the dark fabric.

There is a towel slung over his shoulders that looks equally soaked, catching the beads that roll down his neck.

Buck follows the towel down the planes of the guy's back, the tank top clings to his waist and Buck wants to suck the sweat out of it.

The thought feels like a bucket of water over his head, and he blinks.

What?

Buck's mouth feels dry, and his mind is spinning, completely caught off guard by the desire to quench himself with a strangers sweat, and he's still staring at the guy's hips. He can't stop his eyes drifting lower and over those shorts that are obviously for modesty's sake but are achieving nothing because they've risen up between the guy's asscheeks and are cupping them perfectly.

Buck wants to blame having come here already half-horny and ready for a fuck for the way that his blood is rushing.

A good ass is a good ass.

And mystery male yoga teacher has a delicious looking one.

Buck takes a step back, committing mystery male yoga teacher's back profile to memory, and ready to find Jewel and not think about this.

But then the door swings closed against Buck's ass, and he stumbles forward into the room.

Mystery male yoga teacher jumps up and spins around and, God, Buck kind of wishes he hadn't.

The guy's front is just as gorgeous as the back, hair sticking to his forehead. His pecs are incredibly perky, yet another thing that Buck notices in other men when he's at the gym, and the tank top has risen up slightly to show off a hint of his abs, and the start of the 'v' down towards his groin and Buck would love to get his tongue in that and-

"Can I help you?"

Buck's head snaps up to look at mystery male yoga teacher's face and becomes aware that his mouth is open, and he's been looking at the poor guy like he was a tall glass of water and Buck parched.

Buck unsticks his tongue from his bottom teeth, and swallows. "Hi."

Mystery male yoga teach does not look impressed. He raises his eyebrow, - Buck wonders how someone can have such blue eyes, he could get lost in them - and tilts his head to the side.

"Want to try that again?" He asks.

Buck nods, a little numbly, and now he's looking at the guy's face, he can't stop. Buck kind of wants to kiss the guy's cheek bones, nibble along his jaw, lick the cleft of his chin. Buck's vision whites a little, as he tries desperately to steer his thoughts away from horniness.

"I," Buck starts to say, and his voice cracks so harshly that Buck has to stop and clear his throat. Maybe he was thirsty. "I was here to see Jewel."

"Jewel?" Mystery male yoga teacher says, eyebrows furrowed, looking so adorably confused as his face scrunches up. "Jewel...I don't..." Tommy's face goes completely blank for a second. "Ah, right, Julie. You mean Julie, kid?"

"Sure," Buck agrees, because he doesn't know Jewel as Jewel, but he's fairly certain Tiff and Kailey hadn't used their names either.

Mystery male yoga teacher rolls his eyes. "She went home with the flu just before her last class," he says, "sorry, kid."

He turns away, leaning over to start packing the bag at his feet, and Buck can't help but look at the guy's ass again. Bent over, it only makes those shorts ride up even more, and Buck imagines crawling across the yoga classroom floor and burying his face between them.

Can't be much different than with a woman, right?

Buck kind of wants to be smothered by them, wants to let the guy use his tongue, to feel strong thighs around his head. Buck swallows, and runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth.

"Anything else?" Mystery male yoga teacher asks still bent over.

Buck shakes his head, and then breathes. "No, nope, I'm just-" admiring the view? "I'll be leaving," Buck settles for.

But he doesn't get the chance to move, because mystery male yoga teacher chooses that moment to squat, and his thighs flex and Buck's vision has full on spots dancing in them now, with how easily the other mans legs bend, and how flexible he looks fully squatted, but strong and so in control, because his ass is just inches from touching the ground.

The man bounces when he reaches the bottom of his squat, just slightly, two bounces with his legs spread and his ass dropped, and, fuck, Buck hates that Jewel has flu.

He's going to need to borrow the studios showers to douse himself, for sure, because there's no way he makes it home with how hot he feels right now.

"Look, kid, need me to pass on a message to Julie?" Tommy asks, twisting around - still squatting, how flexible is he? - and looking at Buck.

Buck fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Nah, I can just-" He clicks the button, only for the screen to stay black. Well, that explained why Jewel hadn't messaged him that it was off. "Damn," he mutters.

Mystery male yoga teacher raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, actually, can you just tell her that..." Buck trails off, and his face feels warm, because she's not going to know his name, but he can't just tell this adonis his tinder name, and he doesn't tend to tell people outside his job that his nickname is Buck. "Tell her Evan stopped by."

Mystery male yoga teacher bounces on the balls of his feet and stands up, his bag slung over one shoulder, and shakes his head. There's something to his expression, mild disappointment, but also understanding. "Julie's not going to know you as Evan, is she?"

Buck wishes the floor would swallow him up, because this man has him pegged. Or maybe he just knows his coworker really well. Could be either. Buck refuses to be embarrassed by it though, and he shuffles on the spot, puffing out his chest a little, and swallows to steel himself.

"It's, uh, Firehose."

Buck braces himself for ridicule, maybe a laugh, but mystery male yoga teacher doesn't laugh. He smirks instead, and his eyes drift down to Buck's body, lingering on Buck's chest for a few seconds before landing on half-hard cock.

Mystery male yoga teacher's eyes go half lidded, his tongue runs along his lips, and he swallows before tilting his head to the side. Buck wants to preen because he just got checked out. He just got checked out by a hot guy, and based on the reaction, the hot guy liked what he saw.

"Is it now?" Mystery male yoga teacher's voice is just as dry as his expression had been earlier, and something about that flat tone, the obvious flirt in it, does something for Buck.

"People like to tell me it is, at least," Buck flirts back with a wink.

Mystery male yoga teacher's grip on his bag makes his knuckles white, and the man nods. "I guess if it's peer reviewed," he says, finally looking away from Buck's groin to his face, and raising an eyebrow.

"By many people," Buck says, and then flounders a little because he knows he wants to flirt, but he hasn't flirted with a guy before, is he doing it right? "Very good at putting out fires, the pressure has five stars, definitely who you want to call for your emergencies."

The guy barks out a laugh, and maybe Buck missed the mark with that one, but the way mystery male yoga teacher's face scrunches up as he smiles is something Buck wants to treasure.

"Okay, well, down boy," he says. The words send a sharp bolt of electricity down Buck's spine, his skin feels like it's on fire, and he inhales sharply. "I'll let Julie know Firehose was here for her, okay?"

Mystery male yoga teacher is moving closer, clearly ready to leave, and Buck knows he'll probably never see him again if he lets him leave.

"Or, or, you could not," Buck says, quickly, it rushes out of him. "I mean, I-"

All Buck's smoothness is gone, and mystery male yoga teacher is barely two feet away, and now Buck can smell him. He sways on the spot, wants to chase that smell, press his nose into it and smell it forever. Most men at the gym don't get this close, but Buck thinks the gym might be ruined forever if he ever reacts like this again.

"Jewel didn't even give me her name," Buck says, and steps closer to him, "can't have been that serious, you know?"

"You didn't give her yours either," the man points out, unimpressed.

Buck nods, shaking his head in a 'good point' motion. "Okay, but I gave it to you."

Mystery male yoga teacher laughs again. "When I asked you." The lilt to his voice is like a sirens call, and Buck wants to make him laugh again.

"I don't give it to just anyone." Buck tries his best to look up through half-lidded eyes, bites his lip in a way one of his older flings used to like, and softens his eyebrows to appear just a little bit younger.

It works like a charm.

"Jesus Christ," Mystery male yoga teacher whispers, "you're something else, Firehose."

"Evan," Buck corrects, and smirks, because hook, line, sinker, he's bagged himself another yoga teacher.

"Well, Evan-"

Holy fuck, Buck is fairly certain he could come from this man's voice alone, his name in this man's mouth is a weapon.

"-I'm Tommy."

[anachilles]

i feel so high school 📚🏈 (ch. 1)

Mr Cleven’s head is the last to turn, in seemingly no hurry at all to finish what he was doing, writing a checklist of documents due in from his homeroom kids in preparation for the next morning. “Can I help you, Coach?” Now leaning almost leisurely against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, Coach Egan cuts a tall, distractingly imposing figure in dark sweatpants, a dark burgundy hoodie branded with the school’s crest and an oversized black coat. “Yes, sir, you can. What time do you call this?” he shoots, motioning towards his watch, as if to only illustrate his outrage. There’s a silent, collective intake of breath. Here we go…

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[caustinen]

thinking about teacher!gale single dad!john… john’s son (maybe like 8? 9? 10yo?) is acting up and he has to go meet his teacher and he comes in a little late straight from work (he’s a lawyer and works insane hours which is part of the problem) and holy shit he’s blown away when he sees the new homeroom teacher who’s the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen and he flirts the whole time despite being able to tell gale is a bit annoyed/confused by him but john can tell he warms up to him a bit during their meeting, and because he wants to see the pretty blonde again asap he volunteers as a supervisor for a night school next week.

once the kids are asleep he keeps flirting until gale relaxes completely in his presence but when he asks for his number gale is hesitant because he’s not sure if it’s good idea to date his student’s parents but he promises to think about it.

john is also serious about being better at spending time with his son no matter how busy work gets but it doesn’t hurt he can bump into gale every now and then too when he picks him up at school. maybe there’s some kind of an incident or smth i haven’t figured it out completely yet but eventually gale agrees to give him his number.

on their first date john learns that gale wanted to be a teacher because he had an unsafe chilhood home and school was his safe space and he wants to provide stability and tools for a good life for kids of all backgrounds. their romantic (and sexual) tension is insane now that gale can be a bit more relaxed when they are outside of the school context but maybe right when john is about to ask him home his son calls that he’s had a nightmare and wants to come home from the sleepover he’s at, and he’s apologizing so much for having to cut the night short but gale’s just like bruh you being a good dad is literally the hottest thing i can think of if anything this is improving your chances.

anywayy i still don’t know completely what to do this other than sweet falling in love and the three of them becoming a family, i’m not very good with angst but i’d maybe like to try writing something challenging and bring some obstacles to the road too… some other parent blackmailing gale because he thinks john’s son is getting special treatement in class or smth and him freaking out because he doesn’t wanna mess up this kid’s life idk i just hc it would probably be a bad trigger for him because of his own dad :(

[avonne-writes]

i'd like to hear more about the high school teacher Gale has a crush on, and becomes Bucky's nemesis LOL

#hsau

Hahaha you're right, anon, thank you for asking about him 😁

He comes into the picture in Year 11. He’s the new AP-level Math teacher. Young, dark-haired, blue-eyed, funny and fit. Since Bucky is in the basic level class, he doesn’t know the man personally, other than seeing him in the hallways. But Gale talks about him a lot from the very first lesson.

After a while, Bucky notices how pleased Gale is when he mentions him and how his cheeks flush. There’s always a small smile on his lips and he talks about the guy with bright-eyed admiration. There’s clearly some mutual liking because the man praises Gale's performance in class a lot. It bugs Bucky just enough to dislike him and talk trash about him to Brady.

He might also find a way to do some PDA in front of the teacher, who - unlike Huglin - finds it pretty funny and typical to teens and makes some joking comment about it, which leaves Gale super embarrassed and Bucky satisfied that his point has been made. It’s even worth the silent treatment he gets from Gale for the rest of the day.

The truth is, this teacher is the perfect mix to get Gale to crush on him, and Bucky knows this very well, that's why it annoys him. He has some of Bucky's attractive features but he’s also an older male in a power position. Since Gale's starved for appreciation from a man like that (doesn’t get it from his dad), a crush is inevitable.

But it's not a serious thing at all. Gale wouldn’t act on it even if he wasn’t dating Bucky, and I think he doesn’t fantasize about him in a romantic sense either. He definitely fantasizes about being effusively praised by him in public for some grand performance or being told he's the man's favourite student and that he made him proud, but that’s it.

Gale feels a little guilty for making Bucky mildly jealous, so he tries to make up for it by being more affectionate.

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—teacher!buck: halloween edition is here y’all!! thanks sm to everyone who’s been reading/reblogging/supporting the snippets etc. couldn’t have done it without y’all 🫶🏼 happy halloween 🎃

rated: g | words: 12.2k | read on ao3

summary:

“How much longer dad?”

“I’m sure they’re almost ready. Why don’t you hang out with your friends until it’s time?”

Christopher frowned. “Can you go ask dad, please?”

Eddie would rather do anything else, thanks. But, when your kid was your world, and his big puppy dog eyes were looking up to you, well—he was only human.

Eddie gave Chris’ shoulder a squeeze before looking around, spotting what looked to be a teacher. Well, they had a clipboard in their hands at least.

Walking toward the teacher like person, Eddie stopped as he got closer, clearing his throat.

“Um, excuse me, are you one of the teachers?”

The teacher turned around to face him, Eddie suddenly a little short on words.

“Oh yea, hi. I uh, I’m Mr. Buck.”

Of course he was.

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During the halloween season, Eddie is introduced to Christophers teacher, the one with pretty blue eyes that he just can’t seem to stop running into

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@bddick34 mr cleven spotted outside of school with coach egan? wtf???

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@hwrdhammy There always acting weird in class man

@bddick34 ong dude coach comes by his class for no reason!!

@charleelvs I have no idea who these people are but you guys are so lucky to have such hot teachers

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@bddick34 save ypurself these two are insufferable (mr c is a smash)

@doug13s The rumors that I’ve heard go crazy

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Kinda hoping Make Me Write is open end

Omg, I am so sorry it took me so long long to respond to this. I've had almost no time this last week for any kind of downtime 😭😭😭. Please accept this nice little chunk as an apology:

So he swallowed his nerves and started typing. Hey Tommy, this is Buck. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about last night. He read it over, trying to evaluate his message. It seemed like a safe enough opener. It wasn't like he'd be taking any real risk by sending it through. For a moment, he felt that same mix of push and pull he'd felt the night before at the bar. The battle between his instincts to follow wherever Tommy would lead him, to take anything Tommy would offer, and the rush of fear and uncertainty he'd felt that everything was too much, all at once. The sense that he'd been about to open a door without any guarantee that he was ready for what was on the other side. He wasn't going to let fear win again. He pressed send. Then immediately closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. With any luck, Tommy would be too busy to reply just yet, and Buck would have another few hours before having to go through all of that all over again. The waiting might be bad, sure, but at least the ball wasn't in his court. He'd just managed to open his laptop and type in his password when he felt his phone buzzing against his leg. So much for a shot at peace. His heart was hammering at a hundred miles a minute, and he didn't even know it was Tommy texting him back, yet. For all he knew it was just spam. But...no. It wasn't spam. No need to apologise, the message read. Buck waited with baited breath as he watched those stupid, gut-wrenching three little dots bounce up and down as Tommy kept typing. Then more words popped up on his screen. Are you okay? Buck snorted out loud, and shot back a message without thinking. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? He was tempted to leave it there. Surely he'd already been brave enough for one day. But he wanted - needed - to talk about everything. And he wanted to talk about it with Tommy. He typed his next message out slowly, more purposefully than the last. He hoped that Tommy had something else to do and wouldn't notice how long Buck had spent typing. It's just that I've never hooked up with a dude before. He almost shuddered when he re-read the message. Swapped out 'dude' for 'guy', and then 'man'. Closed his eyes hard, so hard it hurt, as though that would help anything. And strongly reconsidered his choice of the words 'hooked up'. But then, what else would he say? That he's never met a man that he's wanted so badly before? That he's never kissed a man before, never been so intoxicated by a single kiss that he followed said man into a bathroom stall and almost immediately fallen to his knees and - and... It was the memory of kneeling on the bathroom floor, completely frozen, his eyes locking on Tommy's as if in silent plea, that had him pressing send again. Before he could even steel himself for a response, he was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell signalling the end of recess, and just moments later, the sound of shouting coming from down the hall. He heard a crash that was almost certainly chair being thrown across a classroom. And then all hell broke loose.

I'm having a lot of fun with this game and finding it really helpful, so I figure I may as well keep it open as long as people want to request things for.

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[louisferrignojr]

like sunlight in the gloom [read on ao3]

aka the teacher buck x mechanic tommy au (from this moodboard edit) relationships: evan buckley/tommy kinard rating: T words: 4,302 beta read by my url twin @tommysboyfriend ♥

If it wasn’t strictly against school policy, Buck would have been more than happy to step in, as he already has many times before, and ‘pick up’ Christopher − figuratively, seen as he works at the same school that Christopher is currently attending, at least for two more years − and give him a ride home. Instead, the poor kid is stuck in Buck’s classroom waiting for an authorised adult to come pick him up, but he doesn’t seem to mind too much, given that he’s currently kicking Buck’s ass at UNO. 

“Aw, come on!” Buck throws his stack of cards at the table, pouting dramatically. “You’re definitely cheating!”

Christopher giggles. “I’m not cheating, Buck!”

“Yeah, yeah, like I’ll believe that,” Buck bites back a grin, doing his best to look put-upon, as he gathers up the cards to shuffle them once again. “Do you want to play again?”

“Yes, because I’m going to win again.”

“No way,” Buck says. “It’s my turn now.” He glances at the clock to see it’s gone past four. The after-school clubs will be wrapping up now, and he’s sure they’ll have to vacate the classroom soon to let the custodian clean and lock up. He knows Carla is away this week, on a well-earned vacation, and Eddie was supposed to pick up Christopher today, but he’s never this late; he must be caught up on a bad call somewhere, Buck thinks, and wonders whether Tia Pepa got caught in traffic trying to make it across town on short notice. 

The door of his classroom swings open, then, and a six-foot-something giant of a man bursts in, looking equal parts lost and frantic, eyes wide open and panting heavily. 

Buck is instantly on his feet, ready to spring into action − but then so is Christopher. 

“Tommy!” 

Buck breathes a sigh of relief. Okay, so it’s not a complete stranger, thank God. Come to think of it, how would he have even managed to get past the school’s highly secure main entrance, short of breaking down the door, which, okay − he does actually look physically capable of doing just that. Buck would have guessed he was a professional bodybuilder, if it wasn’t for the short-sleeved, dark blue overalls he’s currently wearing. 

“Hey, kid, there you are.” Tommy seems relieved to see Christopher, walking over to wrap him in a hug. “Sorry I’m so late. Your Dad only called me half an hour ago,” he says, then looks at Buck. “I came as soon as I could.”

Buck nods slowly. “Uh. Who are you?”

“Buck! It’s Tommy!” Christopher says then, sounding almost offended that Buck has no idea who this man is. 

“Okay, sorry?” Buck raises an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never met Tommy, bud.” And then he looks back at Tommy to see that he’s grinning at him, and just like that, all coherent thought evaporates from his brain. 

“Well, you have, now,” Tommy says, extending an arm for a handshake. “Tommy Kinard.”

There’s a momentary pause while his systems are rebooting, and then Buck glances down at Tommy’s hand and manages to reciprocate the gesture, blurts out, “Evan, I-I’m Evan. Buckley. Uh, I’m Christopher’s teacher.” He hopes he doesn’t come across as pathetic as he sounds to his own ears because, Jesus Christ, Tommy’s hand is so big and warm, and this is turning into the world’s longest handshake. 

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[pinksiames]

“Now what did I deserve to be graced by your presence again buck.” He knew he was getting under Gales skin with that nickname.

“It’s Gale and you forgot your Door key in my room.” Pulling out the lanyard from his pocket.

“What if I did it on purpose so I could see you again?”

“Well then it would’ve been a stupid plan since you wouldn’t have been able to get back inside to see me.” He retorted, lightly nibbling on the inside of his cheek.

Or the one where Gales the new Astronomy teacher and The baseball coach is absolutely head over heels for him.

[lezarus]

its actually insane to me that there arent more au fics where buck is a teacher at christophers school seeing as 1. he was a teacher in his coma dream which i cant talk abt bc it makes me too crazy and 2. eddie literally dated one of christophers teachers

[anachilles]

i feel so high school 📚🏈 (ch. 3)

“Buck. Baby…” Gale scoffs. “Don’t you ‘baby’ me, John Egan.” “Aw, don’t be like that, doll…” he says, words syrupy as they drip from his lips, an unrepentantly incorrigible smirk taking over his face. “Buck,” Bucky tries again, only encouraged by Gale’s reaction and probably the liquid courage fuelling the nostalgia for their glory days as it burns in his chest. “Gale. Light of my life, my best friend in the whole world, who’s city I’m now living in again. Newly. In the spirit of, of that… of me getting out there… making friends…” He hears Gale sigh on the other end of the phone, and if he wasn’t mistaken, fighting a hesitant, creeping smile of his own.

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[panevanbuckley]

TEACHER BUCK! TEACHER BUCK GUYS!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!