#fuck it friday wips

[mayalaen]

fuck it friday wips #3

Snippet #3 is from a Stranger Things/Fargo fusion where Munch drops Gator off at Hopper's ranch instead of leaving him with Roy at the end of S05E09.

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“I’m not worth much, bro,” Gator said with a chuckle. “I’m way over eighteen, my arm is busted, and I fucked up my leg in high school playin’ football. How about you let me go, and I’ll make sure you get a bonus for Christmas. I can get you a barely legal boy. Clean.”

Hopper stared at him with something like wonder on his face. “I don’t want that.”

Gator smirked. “Too old for ya? Okay. I can get you a younger one. You like blond boys? Your boy there is gettin’ a little up there in years. Worn out?”

Hopper snorted as Billy walked up to them with what looked like pajama bottoms and a T-shirt in his hands. “I don’t want that either, kid,” he said before turning to Billy. “He’s gonna need help with staying put. Can you grab me the cuffs with the waist and leg bands?”

Billy was staring at Gator, mouth hanging open. 

“Catchin’ flies there, pretty boy?” Gator asked.

Billy’s mouth quirked up into an amused grin with something soft in his eyes that Gator couldn’t place. “No. Just surprised to see a familiar face.”

Gator frowned. “Huh?”

Hopper took the clothes from Billy and nudged the guy’s chest with them. “Knock it off.”

Billy rolled his eyes, but turned and headed for the back of the house. Or cabin. Whatever the fuck it was. It was small and shitty and pathetic. If Hopper was a human trafficker, he really needed to charge more and get a nicer place.

The furniture was even shittier than the cabin itself. Worse than second hand. Looked like he went shopping at the dump.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” Hopper said, dropping the clothes on the table just inside the door and putting his hands on his hips. “

“Okay, so you’re not interested in a new boy,” Gator said with a nod. “I get it. He’s already broken in just the way you want him. But I can get you anything you want. Anything! Looks like you need some money for new shit, but if dumpster life is your style, then maybe you’re not interested in money. I’m not gonna judge. But I can get you guns. Lots of ‘em. Drugs maybe? What’s your thing?”

Hopper held up his right hand and extended his index finger. “Option one is I untie you and you take a shower willingly,” he said before extending his middle finger to join his index finger. “Option two is Billy and I strip you and scrub you clean ourselves.”

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

another snippet of the barbecue fic (aka another snippet of buck being horny for his boyfriend lmao I swear this is a wholesome fluffy family fic haha), this is my priority now, I wanna finish it soon so send all the motivation haha <3

prev snippet

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“Behave.” He scolds with no heat behind it.

“Mhm, yessir.” Buck purrs, his lips moving across Tommy’s bare shoulder. 

“Fuck.” Tommy breathes out and completely stills, and Buck can’t really see his face but he knows his boyfriend closed his eyes and is trying to calm down – which can’t be easy with Buck still plastered against his back. “This food is gonna burn if you keep this up. And we have guests to feed.” He adds, and as if to make a point, he flips a slightly overdone burger, Buck hindering his movements just a little bit.

Before he can respond, he hears another voice get through the chatter and music and reach his ears.

“Buck!” Chimney calls, and Buck looks over his shoulder to find everyone’s eyes on him, amused expressions on their faces. “Don’t distract our cook, we’re starving!”

“I’m just scolding him for taking his shirt off.” Buck says easily, then adds a little louder, to Tommy but making sure everyone hears, “Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself, you’re a firefighter, you should know better.” He shakes his head, and Tommy looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re gonna pretend like you don’t approve?”

“Oh, I so don’t, Tommy, at all.” Buck tries to keep a straight face, but a chuckle bubbles out of him anyway. “You’re such a distraction, this is dangerous for everyone here.”

“I think you’re the only one with that problem, Buckaroo.” Hen laughs, and only then Buck remembers everyone’s still paying attention to them. It’s so easy to get lost in Tommy, to feel like it’s just them, even in a crowd of people. So distracting. It’s a hazard, really. He should keep Tommy away from everyone, preferably locked in the bedroom with him, for everyone’s safety.

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[lonelychicago]

fuck it friday! 🩺🎥

tagged by the lovely @spotsandsocks

okay so im at the hospital right now and i remembered oliver stark worked as a medical actor for a bit so.... here's actor!buck and med student!eddie <333

idk if its gonna end up being anything or if that I'll continue it.... but yeah!

Buck pulls into the hospital parking lot, thinking that maybe he should've called off work today. The long scar on his leg— from an accident years before he suffered when riding his bike— throbs with pain.

He sighs as he signs into the hospital and walks through the halls, past a line of empty gurneys with messy bedding and into the elevator. When he gets to the fifth floor office, the secretary has him sign in again and gives him his card for the day. George Stark. High school music teacher. Single, no children. Seven on the pain scale.

Working as a medical actor for the Los Angeles General Hospital has never really been part of his plan— not that Buck ever truly had a plan for his life to begin with— and it's not the kind of conventional job that his parents wanted for him. But, it pays the bills, and he gets to see Maddie sometimes, if he's lucky, since she works at the same hospital as a nurse.

It's a fun job, too. He gets to improvise a bit and get creative with it— the doctors love that. (The med students not so much.) After a few minutes, a young medical student walks into the room alone, looks at Buck, and then at the camera with a tiny frown etching in between his brows. The dude us hot as fuck, Buck thinks. Which is probably not very professional of him, but whatever. “Hello, Mr. Stark. My name is Eddie Diaz and I'll be your doctor today.” The guy glances at the camera again and then back at Buck. He's clearly nervous about this test, and Buck can't help but find it kind of adorable.

“Hey, doc.”

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

fuck it friday

tagged by @hippolotamus

thank ya darlin! <3

some more big bang fic bc nothing else exists to me (except my little secret project but that's all hush hush for now)

Eddie tugs at the hem of Buck’s shirt with his other hand. “C’mon, c’mere, kiss me some more.”

A faint hint of a laugh bursts in between them, the heft of it having mostly disintegrated somewhere in Buck’s lungs before making it out of his mouth, and it peeters out quickly, overtaken by Buck’s eagerness to comply with Eddie's request.

“This is really good,” Buck says with deep, rumbling keens in between biting kisses, his fingers curling around the hinge of Eddie’s jaw. “Why haven’t we always been doing this?”

“Dunno. Don’t care. Just keep kissing me.”

“God you’re so bossy.”

Eddie mouths at Buck’s slightly stubbly chin and slides his pinky and ring finger past the waistband of Buck’s sweats. “I think you like it.”

“Never said I didn’t,” Buck replies quickly, nipping at Eddie’s bottom lip and pulling at it until it starts to throb.

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[sibylsleaves]

fuck it friday

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz @daffi-990 & @clusterbuck. Working on a little something for this week's @summerofbuddie prompt!!!

“I…I just…You and Tommy were so—and I-I got jealous, and I know it was—stupid, and childish. I acted like a complete idiot. But you’re my best friend, Eddie, and it felt like, like Tommy was…” He can’t even say it, because he knows how pathetic it is. But as always, Eddie’s already there with him. “What, gonna replace you?” Buck nods miserably. Eddie laughs. The sound is bright, shimmering in the air between them. “Buck, you’re—” He stops, shaking his head with a frustrated sigh. “Come here.” Buck obeys, lurching over to him before he’s even thought about it. Eddie calls, Buck comes. “You’re not replaceable,” Eddie says. In his voice, Buck hears the echo of another conversation. Another proclamation of his place in Eddie’s life. You act like you’re expendable. But you’re wrong. “I—I know,” Buck stutters. “Do you?” Eddie asks. He’s looking up at Buck, his brown eyes intent and luminous in the glow of the lamplight. “Really?” If Buck felt peeled apart by Eddie’s attention before, he’s got no words for how he feels now. Eddie’s only looking at him, but it feels like he’s reached out to touch that raw, shivering fist that beats in his chest. Buck—Buck wants to collapse to the floor. Curl up at his feet. Tell him—tell him he’ll be good from now on, if only Eddie will let him.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Fuck It Friday!

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz, @lonelychicago, @fruchtfliege, @diazheartsbuckley, @hemlocksandfoxgloves, @theotherbuckley !!!

so i still haven't been writing much, the drawing haze is real man but here have some of the fwb buddie fic that i'm pretty sure i've already shared so weee! see it again!

Buck did a double take when he saw the pancake mix and said, “Absolutely not. I don’t even know why you have that, Eddie. If we’re making pancakes we’re doing it the proper way, from scratch.”

“But that’ll take longer,” Eddie groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Good things take time,” Buck scolded, before pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

Now that the coffee had been poured Eddie took over, making them exactly like they liked them. Wordlessly he passed Buck his coffee and Buck hummed in thanks. Eddie took a seat the table and sipped his coffee while he watched Buck move around his kitchen with ease. God, this all felt so fucking domestic and Eddie loved it.

In no time Buck had whipped up enough pancakes for the two of them and they sat down to breakfast. “So, what do you want to do today?” Eddie asked. “I have to pick up Christopher from his friend’s tonight but we have the whole day.”

“That sounds good— oh shit, I just remembered I promised Maddie we would go to lunch,” Buck said apologetically, looking at Eddie with a pout on his lips. “We’ve been so busy lately I haven’t really seen her.”

“Oh,” Eddie tried not to let any of his disappointment show. “That’s okay! You guys have fun.”

“Do you want to come?” Buck asked, pulling out his phone. “I can check with Mads to see if that’s okay.”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” Eddie waved him off. “You two need some sibling time together.”

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[theotherbuckley]

Fuck it Friday 📝

The beans have not been beaning lately but I managed to write a little bit of the dad!Buck teacher!Tommy fic so here’s a little of that :)

Buck has not been dreading parent-teacher interviews. He has not.

Maddie would disagree. She’s been on the receiving end of far too many rants about a specific teacher who’s “so strong, like why is a teacher that built?” Maddie does not understand how that's relevant to a conversation about her 5 year-old niece’s education.

Regardless of what his sister would say, Buck actually feels completely indifferent towards seeing Bella’s teacher. He only changes his shirt thrice, and does up his hair to make a good impression because he wants to show that he’s a competent single-dad. No ulterior motive.

Eddie gives him a funny look when he gets into the Jeep, giving him a quick once over and raising an eyebrow. Buck chooses to ignore him.

Getting to the school, Buck keeps telling himself that it’s all okay, he’s going to be perfectly normal, why wouldn’t he? It’s just her teacher. That everyone seems to love for perfectly valid reasons no reason at all.

He says goodbye to Eddie at the gate, finding his way through the school until he finds the familiar door with the massive number 5 painted on the outside. He sits on one of the little chairs outside, making small talk with one of the other parents. Everything is okay. And Buck is so perfectly normal about it all. He’s just going to go in, listen to this man talk about how great his daughter is (how could he not?) and that will be all, Buck is not going to be weird at all.

That all goes straight out the window as soon as Mr. K opens the door and says “Mr. Buckley, come right on through.”

First, Buck almost trips over his own feet as he stands up from the all too small chairs, blushing as Mr. K watches but says nothing. And then, and then he gets into the room, shakes his hand and stumbles over his own damn name.

“Buck— err— Ev-Evan Buckley?” He coughs. “Um, you can call me Evan.” Call me Evan?? Who calls him Evan? What is going on with him? So much for being normal.

Mr. K gives him an amused smile, still shaking his hand that Buck no realises has been going on for far too long. “Tommy,” the man replies.

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[devirnis]

Fuck It Friday

tagged by @glorious-spoon @daffi-990 @tizniz @princessfbi

more from the polyfire cnc fic, this will be my kinktober offering this year :3

Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option.  “I can hear you thinking,” Eddie mumbles, and pinches Buck’s hip lightly.  Buck flinches, and Tommy grunts out an annoyed noise at being jostled. “Sorry,” Buck says, rubbing Tommy’s back in apology. “Just… thinking about something I want to try.” Tommy lifts his head off Buck’s chest and gives him a slightly incredulous look. “You’re already thinking about next time?” “Didn’t you just call him insatiable?” Eddie pipes up, fondness evident in his tone. “Just a little insulted that he can form a coherent thought after all that,” Tommy retorts.

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[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday

Whoa baby, it has been a few weeks since I shared anything I've written. Not going to lie, real life has been busy, but on top of that I mostly haven't been super inspired to write lately because some parts of the fandom are/were, frankly, exhausting. So I took a step back like the adult I am and was focusing on some real life projects.

Anyway! Here's a snippet from a longer Buddie fic I'm working on. Not going to share too much from this fic since I don't want to spoil it :) just know it was inspired by seeing the pictures of the Diaz parents, Buck, Eddie, and Chris all at the hospital.

It isn’t Buck who finds Eddie, which is maybe for the best because Buck is pretty sure if he’d been the one to find Eddie he would have forgotten all of the important life-saving skills he knows and instead would have lost his mind. By the time Buck makes it to Eddie, the paramedics from the 133 are administering care and it takes both Bobby and Hen to hold him back. “There’s nothing more we can do,” Hen says as Buck’s knees give out from under him. “We need to let them work and get him to the hospital.” Eddie looks dead. He looks broken. He looks like that because he felt the floor starting to go and he pushed Buck to safety instead of trying to save himself.  “He’s alive,” Chimney appears out of nowhere, or maybe he’d been there all along and Buck had been so lost in watching them carefully transfer Eddie onto a backboard that he hadn’t noticed him. “Unconscious but breathing.” “What hospital?” Hen asks the question that Buck can’t seem to get out.  “Cedars.” “We’ll go back to the station to change and then I’ll drive you to the hospital,” Bobby says, leaving no room for argument. 

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[dangerpronebuddie]

Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @inell @hippolotamus who all shared BRILLIANT stuff y'all should absolutely show some love!! 🩷🩵

I still have a few more asks for Make Me Write (and feel free to keep em coming, it's been fun today 🥰), but I wanted to share something for today too. Clipboard Buck is finally flowing again... for now. So have a little bit of that:

Eddie sighs and leans back in his chair. “I don't know. I mean- I thought Shannon was pretty before I knew her. Doesn't really sound like I'm demisexual, does it?” “What was your first thought when you saw her?” Bobby asks. Eddie smiles at the memory. He remembers standing guard near the ice chest, handing out drinks from the 30 pack he stole from his tio’s garage fridge (he replaced it of course), and making sure his friend Elijah didn't get too shit faced, when Shannon walked up to him. Her smile was bright, and she had such a beautiful laugh. Her friends had talked her into getting them some drinks, and Eddie just wanted to keep hearing her laugh, her voice. “I just wanted to be near her,” Eddie says, his voice thick with emotion. He clears his throat. “I… didn’t have a crush on her, I don’t think. Not for a while.” Bobby nods slowly. “What about Ana? Or Marisol?” Eddie shrugs. He… doesn’t know. “It never felt like Shannon with them. They were pretty, I really enjoyed being with them, but… I don’t think I loved either of them.” “Do you equate having a crush to being in love with someone?” “No,” Eddie says automatically. Crushes and falling in love are two different things. That's what everybody says anyway. Something about that makes him pause. He loved Shannon. He wanted to be near her. Dating Ana was more about pressure from those around him. Marisol was… a desperate attempt to prove to himself he wasn’t broken. He can’t think of any other woman he’s ever truly wanted to be with besides Shannon. “Fuck,” Eddie hisses, putting his head in his hands. “I don’t know. What am I? Is there…” He stops himself. Bobby places a hand on his back. “I think there’s something wrong with me,” Eddie admits in a whisper. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Eddie,” Bobby says. “How you love and who you love isn’t wrong. Your idea of what that should feel like and who that should look like might be wrong for you though.”

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[loucifersbitch]

tagged by @smallandalmosthonest @bucksbignaturals and @bidisasterevankinard 💚 a little bit more of the chef AU today

Evan grins and allows himself to be pulled along. They do their final checks for the night as they go and turn off the lights before spilling out to the parking lot. Tommy turns toward his truck but pauses when he notices that Evan’s Jeep is conspicuously absent.  He must notice Tommy looking because he says, “I came in an Uber tonight. Didn’t feel like driving.” “I’m glad,” Tommy says, and Evan raises a skeptical eyebrow. “I mean it. You were clearly in a bad place emotionally, and I’m happy you didn’t push yourself. Plus that just means I get to drive you now.” “Oh.” Evan ducks his head as he says it, the shy smile that Tommy’s starting to love coming back. Tommy opens the passenger door, holding on to Evan’s hand until the last second. He walks quickly around the front of his truck to the driver’s side and grabs Evan’s hand again as soon as he’s sitting. He’s feeling clingy tonight, but Evan doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he squeezes Tommy’s hand, looking pleased. “Are you always this tactile? Physically affectionate, I mean,” Evan asks quietly. He sounds…fond? Tommy can’t be sure. “Hmm, sometimes? Only when I’m really comfortable with someone.” He stiffens as the words leave his mouth. Why does he keep saying things that reveal entirely too much? He’s not normally the kind of guy to give out information about his feelings so freely, too afraid the man he’s with won’t take it well. But Evan has always had that effect on him, drawing out his true feelings and emotions. “Good, Tommy. That - that’s good,” Evan says, gently squeezing his hand again. Tommy feels himself relax. Maybe Evan won’t be so easily scared off. The drive to his house doesn’t take long at all with minimal traffic this time of night. Evan holds his hand the entire way, chatting about different topics as they come up. It’s nice and it’s easy, and Tommy doesn’t remember the last time he was this content.

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@loveyouanyway @nelsonsmynickname @bi-buckrights if they want

[mayalaen]

fuck it friday wips #2

CONventional Psychopathy snippet for this one! It's from Part 4 during Cas' recovery from everything that happened in Part 3.

Cas and Dean are in Gad's loft.

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Gadreel turned around and rolled the cart up to the table, coming to stand by Cas’ right elbow. “What goes on the hard-no list? What are you allowed to ask for?”

Cas’ eyes were glued to whatever he didn’t like on the cart. “Those things need to go on the list!”

Dean took another look at the cart, but he didn’t see anything other than a bottle of dark liquid, some cotton balls, the box of latex gloves, and a blue sterilization package with some kind of long metal instrument in it. Dean didn’t recognize it, and he didn’t know what the fuck it was used for. If that’s what Cas was upset about, Dean kind of didn’t want to know what it did.

Gadreel reached out and took hold of Cas’ chin, forcing him to look up at him instead of the cart. “Give me a good reason why they should be added to the hard-no list.”

Cas was already panting. He was shaky and flushed and looked as though he was about to fucking lose it. “Because I said so!” Cas blurted.

“Cuff his right ankle,” Gadreel said to Dean.

“No!” Cas yelled before Dean could move. Cas pulled his chin away from Gadreel’s hand and kicked at Dean. 

Dean avoided the kick easily, but it surprised him that Cas tried to kick him in the first place. Gadreel warned him, but they hadn’t even done anything to Cas yet. Why was he this upset? Dean backed away a little, keeping clear of Cas’ socked foot.

Cas turned his glare on Dean. “Get the cuffs off!” he yelled, that glare so intense that Dean forgot to breathe for a moment. “Get the fucking cuffs off me! Now!”

Dean had seen Cas get aggressive with Cain, but not like this. No wonder Gad warned him. If Cas wasn’t cuffed, Dean would be shitting hit pants and running. He looked up at Gad, but the man wasn’t flustered at all, so Dean reassured himself that everything was okay.

[elvensorceress]

Very late fuck it Friday where it’s barely even Friday for me here.

Little update in case anyone ( @sibylsleaves 😘) is interested. This thing, which henceforth shall be known as, If I Should Fall, is now over 14K and is likely to be posted sometime this weekend. I’m just editing it now.

Here’s another snippet just for funs 💕

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When it’s too quiet and too cold from the hospital air conditioning and the fact that Buck’s been sitting here for hours, he holds Eddie’s hand and rests his head on the bed beside him. It’s not close enough. Eddie’s here but he’s not really here and Buck can only feel absence. Maybe Eddie’s lost somewhere and trying to find his way back. Maybe he’s in his own weird coma world where he’s arguing with himself and nothing makes sense.

No matter what is going on or where he is, Buck wants to be here. Holding on. He can be the anchor, the tether, the one who grounds the other. They’re partners. That’s what they do for each other.

Sometimes, Buck manages to sleep. Like he could only sleep if he’s listening to Eddie breathing. Even if it’s fake, manufactured breathing. It’s still air in his lungs and oxygen through his blood and life in his body. It’s there even if it’s faint. So, Buck rests some. A couple hours here and there.

He’s resting like this one day, his head beside Eddie’s shoulder and his hand wrapped tightly around the hand that doesn’t move or hold his in return, when someone touches his back. At first he pictures Death itself appearing behind him to finally claim Eddie, and Buck rushes to his feet, ready to fight. He would fight Death and all of Hell if he had to.

But the person, the people who are standing in front of him are far more of a surprise than even a personification of mortality.

Eddie’s parents. They’re here. He knows Bobby called them and Buck also talked to them a little. As much as he sort of could after it happened. They talked with Chris. And of course they’d want to be here for the same reason anyone might want to be here.

Because Eddie is dying.

He’s dying and he’ll probably never wake up to even say goodbye. But for now he’s holding on. They all are. So. They’re here.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

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“Uh, Eddie, what are you doing?” Buck asks, a sort of terror Eddie hasn’t seen often flickering across his face.

“What’s it look like?”

Buck says nothing so Eddie continues to arrange them, placing Buck’s hand on his shoulder and shyly settling his own hand on Buck’s waist, fingers pressing in to dimple the fat and muscle there. So soft and warm. He wonders what it would look and feel like under his teeth.

Once they are positioned as correctly as they are gonna get, Eddie looks at Buck head on and smiles with a bravery that he doesn’t actually feel but is desperate to exude. “I’m dancing with you,” he says because Buck still looks confused.

Buck makes some sort of choking sound.

Eddie decides to ignore it and takes a bold step forward, leaving Buck with no option other than to step back.

It’s halting and unsteady and Buck is entirely too stiff though really Eddie isn’t doing all that much better because this is a type of close he’s flirted with before, tempting himself and fate so many times as he kept their bodies so very near each other but not near enough to be too dangerous, and he’s utterly unequipped to handle it.

“Buck,” Eddie says in complaint, laughing as the last syllable exits his mouth because Buck’s mouth always needs to be said with either a smile or a laugh. Ideally both.

“You don’t have to,” Buck says as if he’s actually worried Eddie feels obligated. “That wasn’t–I wasn’t–”

“Since when do I do things I don’t want to do?”

“Uh. Pretty much all of the time, Eddie. It’s kind of a staple of your personality.”

“Okay. One, ouch. Two, point. But shut up. It’s you, okay? So I want to.”

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[sibylsleaves]

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wrapping up some things fall today!!! This is now my longest fic to date and i'm very excited to share the conclusion with you all, hopefully either sometime tonight or tomorrow morning.

Eddie busies himself by the coffee pot and tries his best to tune into Hen and Chim’s conversation about the honeymoon. In his head, he’s just ticking down the seconds until Maddie answers the text. He’s already grabbed a second mug to pour another cup when he remembers Buck isn’t there to drink it. He puts the mug back in the cabinet and rests his head there for a second instead of doing what he really wants to do—brain himself against the door. A phone buzzes. Eddie spins around. Chim’s phone is lying on the counter between him and Hen. “That Maddie?” Eddie asks casually, sipping his coffee. Chim, already in the middle of a story about a pair of geese he and Maddie had had the misfortune of meeting in Vancouver, glances down. “Huh, yeah.” He glances at the phone, and then snorts. “Well, mystery solved. Looks like Buckaroo is playing hooky so he can go hook up.” Eddie almost spits out of his coffee. “What?” “He’s with Tommy,” Chimney explains. Eddie’s chest twists. Of course. Of course Buck is with Tommy. He probably went straight over there after he and Eddie talked so he could clear the air. So he could tell Tommy in no uncertain terms that he is the one Buck wants to be with. That it’s not, and never was, Eddie.  And now they’re probably—what, three days into an impromptu sex staycation? Or taking some romantic, last-minute helicopter ride to Catalina Island? The coffee in Eddie’s stomach is starting to feel sour and curdled. Why is he surprised? Why is he hurt? Wasn’t that the whole point? He told Buck the truth so that Buck and Tommy could walk forward into their future without the shadow of Eddie’s feelings hanging over them. Eddie, once again, just the collateral damage in their love story. It’s good. This is good. This is—this is what has to happen, for everyone to move on.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

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some more of the airplane au<3

“Thanks again for letting him have the window,” The man beside him murmured to Buck, reaching his hand to shake. It was awkward because of the limited space but Buck eagerly clasped hands with the man, marvelling at the warm skin that felt just so right against his own. “I’m Eddie,” The man— Eddie— continued, before nodding towards his son. “This is Christopher.”

“Eddie,” Buck rolled the name on his tongue, liking the way it felt. “Nice to meet you, I’m Buck.” He looked over to Christopher who was looking at them both curiously. “Very nice to meet you, little man. How old are you?”

“I’m seven!” Christopher gave him a toothy grin. “Is Buck your real name?”

“Chris,” Eddie admonished, giving Buck an apologetic look.

Buck shook his head slightly with a grin, letting Eddie know it was okay. “No, technically my real name is Evan, but all my friends call me Buck.”

“So dad and I are your friends?” Christopher looked excited at the prospect.

“You can be, if you want to,” Buck offered, giving Chris a soft look. This kid was probably the cutest kid he’d ever met.

Christopher cheered. “Dad, we already have a friend!”

“Yes, we do, buddy,” Eddie agreed, reaching out to ruffle Christopher’s hair. “I told you this move was a good idea.”

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