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“What are you asking?”
“I think you already know,” Buck says, smugly.
Eddie stares at him. “I think you should assume I don’t.”
Huffing a laugh through his nose, eyes bright, Buck looks at Eddie with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. The moment drags on long enough to make Eddie’s stomach clench with something that feels dangerously like arousal.
“Okay, then. I’ll spell it out for you.” He leans in, just a fraction, close enough that Eddie can see the flecks of darker blue in his eyes. “I’m asking what you’re doing later.”
“Going home,” Eddie deadpans. “With my son. Who attends high school.”
“After that.”
“I don’t—” Eddie shakes his head, a laugh scraping out of him that sounds more panicked than amused. “How old are you? And don’t bullshit me.”
“How old do you think I am?”
Eddie scans his face, searching for any signs of maturity he can cling to. He could pass for mid-twenties.
Eddie needs him to be mid-twenties.
“Twenty-five,” Eddie says. Hopes. Prays, almost, and Eddie hasn’t prayed in years.
“Twenty-one.”
“Oh my god.”
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Eddie gets more than he bargained for when touring colleges with Chris. -
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Buck squints, then winces. “So,” he starts, immediately deflecting, “I, uh— met someone.”
“What?”
Buck swallows, feeling heat crawl up his neck. “A guy. A really…” His eyes go unfocused for a second as Eddie’s voice resurfaces in his head. “A really cute guy.”
Chimney narrows his eyes in suspicion. “And this cute guy… stole our coffee?”
Buck waves a hand, dismissing the logic. “No, no, it wasn’t like that. We were talking and— well, technically, I wasn’t in a position to be holding anything because—” He pauses, tries to reorganize his thoughts, watches them scatter. “Anyway, we hit it off. There were sparks. Well, I mean, maybe not sparks, maybe a flicker? Or a small, emotionally destabilizing bonfire?”
“Let me get this straight. You said you’d get coffee, and instead of returning with coffee, you’re late, bandaged, and dazed— because you met someone?”
Buck shrugs. “Love is unpredictable.”
Hen raises an eyebrow. “Is love also violently physical? Because you look like you fell down a ravine.”
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Buck gets hit by a car and his luck changes for the better, or so it seems. -
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Finally, Eddie looks at him. Then at the cans. Then at Buck again. He looks nervous, his throat bobbing around a big swallow, like he’s about to give a speech.
There’s no reason for him to give a speech. They’re in a Costco.
“I think I love you.”
Oh. Well that’s not what Buck was expecting.
He stands there holding six — no, wait, he grabbed more than six, he’s holding at least eight cans of Kirkland Signature crushed tomato at this point. There’s so much tomato.
Buck blinks. Weird timing, he thinks, but he’ll take it. That’s a nice thing to say, that’s — yeah. That’s nice. They’re best friends. That’s — sure. Okay. Weird, but sure.
Buck smiles, moving to pat Eddie on the shoulder before he remembers all the sauce. “Thanks, man. Love you, too.”
“No,” Eddie says.
Buck blinks. Eddie blinks back.
“No, I mean—” Eddie is looking at the shelf, at the floor, at a point on Buck’s chin. “I mean, I think I’m in love with you.”
Buck’s face is hot. His arms are full of cans.
“I don’t think we need this much sauce,” he whispers.
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One Costco trip. One love confession. So many fucking tomatoes. -
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He tugs his shirt down over his lap, very casually, the most casual of boner cover-ups in the history of—
Eddie’s eyes drop to track the movement, then lower, before shooting back up, wider than before. Then, slowly, back down.
What follows is a silence that has a sound to it. A high-pitched ringing that fills the space between two people when one of them has an erection in an otherwise erectionless situation.
“Buck,” Eddie whispers to Buck’s penis.
Buck squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t.”
“Are you—”
“I am not.”
Eddie glances down again, quick, like he can’t help it. “Buck, are you getting turned on by us fighting right now?”
Why yes, Eddie, my dearest friend who is also straight and on top of me right now, I sure am.
Buck sure as hell can’t say that, now can he?
“...It’s been a really, really long three weeks, man.”
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Platonic mutual masturbation is all fun and games unless you're in love with your best friend. -
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“So let me get this straight,” Buck says, then pauses, smiling wider. “Actually, poor choice of words.”
“I hate you,” Eddie grumbles.
“No, you don’t.”
Eddie doesn’t. That’s the problem.
“So you think you might like guys,” Buck continues, leaning further into Eddie’s space. Eddie can see the muscles in his abdomen tighten as he moves and he’s looking. Again. He can’t stop looking. Somebody sedate him. “But you’re not sure. You’ve never, what, tried it?”
“I’ve been a little busy being heterosexual, Buck. It’s a full-time job. Doesn’t leave a lot of room for extracurriculars.”
Buck chuckles. “Okay, well.” His eyes meet Eddies, humor still there, but now surrounded by heat, too. Shit. “There’s really only one way to find out.”
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Eddie and Shannon get in a fight about what's missing in their marriage. Enter, Buck.
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Buck.
His name is Buck.
This gorgeous barista is the Buck that Eddie was warned, explicitly, not to flirt with.
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Or: Eddie just wants to order a good cup of coffee. He swears thats all. Really.
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“Come on, just… do it, Eddie. Please.”
Eddie stared, the bottle of lube in his hand feeling suddenly like a live grenade. “You are out of your goddamn mind, Buckley.”
“I’ve tried everything!” Buck pushed off the doorframe, his tall, broad-shouldered frame vibrating with another sharp hic! “Water upside down, holding my breath, getting scared—I even tried spoonfuls of sugar! My diaphragm is cramping,” he whined. “Please, man. It says it’s a medical thing. A… a rectal digital massage!”
To cure his hiccups, Buck sought Eddie's help for a platonic anal fingering. Unfortunately, Eddie had never been good at saying no to Buck.
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28 Jan 2026
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For the Weewoo Kink Meme prompt, "Eddie comes on Buck's face as a treatment for his boils."
Exactly what it says on the tin.
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- Part 1 of weewoo kink meme fills
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11 Jan 2026
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All this time, the team had thought this incident had triggered him, but really it took an equal if not a larger toll on Buck.
And Eddie couldn't even gather the courage to comfort him. Does that make him selfish? Not being able to comfort the only person he can focus on, the only one he cares about. There's something stopping from reaching out, maybe his subconscious, maybe a part of him doesn't want to – he does, maybe the hurt is too much.
Or, Buck and Eddie break up, and try find their way back together
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24 Dec 2025
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another sad (and incredible) fic because my friends like to make me cry 😭
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"What was it, Buck? Guilt? Disgust? You couldn’t get over your own actions of bringing your horrible, racist ex-boyfriend back to the house I used to live in with my son, and let him fuck you on the mattress I used to sleep on?”
Buck got up, clawing at the wall for stability, legs shaky. His entire face was tilted into a sneer. “I didn’t let Tommy fuck me. I had him down on his knees while I closed my eyes and thought about you.”Buck gets shitfaced with Ravi at a gay club during pride, and shows up on Eddie's doorstep, forgetting that he doesn't live there anymore.
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03 Sep 2025