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After Eddie gets injured on a call, finally realizing Buck is in love with him should make things easier.
Instead it ruins both of them.
Or: Buck falls first. Eddie falls harder. Then Buck says no.
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17 May 2026
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The silence that settles over the room could wake up the dead. Buck doesn’t even dare peek between his fingers, because he’s pretty sure if he has to see Eddie’s reaction he will liquefy into a puddle on the floor. The quiet stretches, only broken up by the hum of the fridge starting back up, until there’s a distinct metallic sound. Like a fork being gently put down on a counter, maybe.
“Did you–” Eddie’s voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “Did you just say semen cookbook?”
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03 May 2026
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Something’s shifted.
Eddie feels it in the way he carries himself, with a weightlessness that didn’t use to be there. He sees it in the carefree smile reflected in the mirror. He catches it in the way Chris looks at him sometimes, when he thinks that Eddie isn’t paying attention and that he can get away with dropping the mask of his teenage indifference.
He notices it in the way he is around Buck. In the looks that he lets linger, in the orbital pull towards him that he doesn’t try to resist, in the tug in his chest whenever he’s out of sight, and in the luminous warmth that replaces it whenever he comes back.
Eddie finally lets himself think about it.
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03 May 2026
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"Hey," Buck says.
Eddie doesn’t move, eyes focused eerily on the ceiling.
"Ambulance is coming. Should be quick."
"Great," Eddie says, and his voice is flat and far away and scraped raw and he still isn’t looking at Buck, he is looking at the ceiling, he has committed to the ceiling, he and the ceiling are in a relationship now and Buck is the other woman.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's fine."
"It's—" Buck looks at Eddie's dick. He looks away from Eddie's dick. He looks at the wall again. "Eddie, it's purple."
"I know it's purple."
"I just want to make sure you know it's purple."
"I can feel that it's purple, Buck."
Right. Okay. That — that makes sense. Considering the purple dick is attached to Eddie, currently. He would know better than anyone.
Buck is going to stop talking now.
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A pet psychologist and a bartender walk into a bar...Bookmarked by arisushio
27 Apr 2026
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They're still maybe three hours out from LA when Eddie hits his limit.
OR: In the car, after everything.