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Eddie is just sitting there but Buck feels like he could combust at any second.
He’s lounged out on the couch, legs spread in that casual way that should be illegal, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while the other holds his book. His fingers are curled around the pages, absentmindedly brushing against them as he reads. Buck can’t focus on the book, or the way Eddie’s lips part slightly as he mouths the words, or even the gentle furrow of his brows as he concentrates.
No. His entire world has narrowed down to the glasses.
Or the "Eddie gets glasses and Buck promptly loses his mind over it" fic
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11 Mar 2025