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"You like that?" Buck asks. "Like hearing about how gone I am for you, how hard it was keeping my dick in my pants on our goddamn wedding day, how you read me your vows and all I could think about, right there in front of everyone, was how much I love you and how many times I was gonna make you come for me tonight?"
It hits him like a fucking meteor. Eddie throws his head back, feels it collide with the glass of a framed painting, doesn't hear any glass break but even if he did, he couldn't give a shit if he tried. "What the fuck," he pants into the air, "why is that so hot."
A fucking- wedding kink, or whatever this is, was not anywhere on Eddie's bingo card for today, which in retrospect seems like a massive, massive oversight on his part. Buck could be reciting his times tables backwards from memory while wearing scuba flippers and cleaning a microwave, and Eddie's pretty sure he could still find some way to get at least a little horny over it. It's ridiculous. Buck makes him ridiculous. He loves it.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Buck says.
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05 May 2023
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Speculation for 5.07 based on some new behind-the-scenes.
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Eddie shrugs, “I can take care of myself.”
“Bullshit,” Buck snaps. “Full offense but I’ve seen the way you care for yourself.”
“It’s what I do, Buck,” Eddie says, leaning his head back against the cabinets and squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s - I can handle myself. I can’t…do this to anyone else. It was too much for Shannon - hell, even as a kid I was too much for my parents. I can’t.”
“Let me take care of you,” Buck says quickly and earnestly and the words shoot straight through Eddie’s heart. He couldn’t.
“No,” Eddie starts, sitting up straighter.
“Eddie, I can’t lose you,” Buck says with enough conviction to shut Eddie up for a second.
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18 Sep 2022
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Buck opens his mouth, then closes it again. For a blink, he looks up at the cereal stuck to the ceiling, three perfectly round colorful loops. On their way down, his eyes bypass Eddie and go straight to his own hands.
“I think,” he says, and his shoulders hunch in, “I’m going to get out of your hair. Today.”
Eddie freezes. “Out of—what?”
or, buck leaves, then comes back home again.
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- Part 11 of in the morning our arms ache (prompt fills)
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17 May 2022
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“Hey,“ someone says, and it takes Eddie a deep breath and a few blinks to remember that there's a person there. Slowly, he peels his eyes away from where Buck disappeared and lays them on this man Buck apparently picked for him.
Chase is—big. Only a little taller than Eddie, but much broader in the shoulders, and he's smiling under a full, dark beard. Eddie can't quite tell what color his eyes are for the muted, red-tinted light, but there's no mistaking the way they drag over him head to toe, slow, deliberate.
in which eddie has a beer, dances with a stranger, and does some borderline indecent things in the street with the love of his life.
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- Part 10 of in the morning our arms ache (prompt fills)
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05 May 2022
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“Chim. Weird question?”
Chimney’s chair creaks. Buck cranes his head over the back of the couch and watches him straighten up, pop his back, close the folder.
“You only ever ask me weird questions,” he says, and then crosses the loft to sit in one of the armchairs. He levels Buck with a look that’s way too knowing for the amount of words they’ve exchanged. “What’s up?”
He takes a breath.
“What does it feel like to be a dad?”
in which buck is used to wanting things he's not allowed to have; it's just that he never thought being a father would be one of them.