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[eddiestightywhities]

it's the whole knowing down to the fucking second thing that really messes me up

[elquackitism]

¡Me Gustas Tanto!

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Dawg the past 12 hours have been insane and I just got home and haven't slept it was very fun and also awww my baby kitten her meow so sweet I missed her she missed me qww

[eddiestightywhities]

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“So, I overheard this guy in the line at the coffee shop this morning talking about name meanings—”

“Of course you did,” Eddie interjects, not unkindly.

Buck turned up with beers about a half hour ago, and has had his head in his phone for the last, what, twenty minutes? Something like that.

This is the first thing he's said since Eddie let him in and he sat his ass down on the couch in silence, looking like he needed Eddie to just allow him to.

Eddie did.

“—and I thought I'd look up ours.”

He's chewing on his bottom lip like it tastes good.

Eddie surprises himself by wondering if it does.

“I'm guessing you already know what Christopher means.”

Thinking back to when Shannon asked if he liked the name, Eddie smiles.

“Means 'Bearer of Christ', or something, right? We chose it because was Shannon's grandfather's name, though. He was Greek, and she adored him.”

Searching fingers instinctively find his pendant. It's positioned to the left, sitting right over his heart.

He misses his son like he'd miss a lung.

Buck looks up at him and smiles back, and Eddie feels glad the release he'd found dancing 'round his living room earlier isn't going to suddenly disappear down the bathroom sinkhole, along with his moustache.

“So, tell me, what does Edmundo mean, oh scholarly one?”

Buck's eyebrows try to meet his hairline.

“You don't know?”

Eddie tips his head back against the couch and scrunches his mouth up into nose.

“I have sisters, man, of course I know what it means. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to tell me.”

Buck seems somewhat happy with that.

“Well, it's a derivative of the Old English name Edmund, which is a combination of the words ēad and mund. The first part means prosperity, or riches, which is a bit of a bust, sorry man,” and he tries for a grin. It almost hits.

“But the the mund part means protector—which is pretty spot on, I reckon.”

Buck's eyelashes are kind of blonde, and kind of pretty. Eddie's thought it before, but there's just something about them in this light, in Eddie's house, on Eddie's couch.

“It's actually a real pretty name, Edmundo. Don't know if I've ever told you I think that.”

“Don't think I've ever told you your eyelashes are kind of pretty, so that makes us even, I guess.”

Eddie smiles at Buck, big and genuine, and somehow it's so easy.

Buck smiles back. Looks a little confused, or pleased, or both. Eddie's not sure, but either is okay with him.

“Um, thanks?”

Eddie bites his tongue between his teeth in a poor effort to stop his grin turning positively goofy.

Buck takes it for what it is, and bats his eyelashes at Eddie, silly, and laughs.

His whole demeanor then changes as he finally settles properly into the couch and gifts his lungs with what might be the first proper breath he's taken since he arrived.

“Anyway, Evan is the worst of the three. It means yew, like the tree? Which is—it symbolises, like, spirituality, and rebirth and shit like that. 'S not really, uh, me, you know?”

“You mean like Evan isn't really you?”

Buck bites at his red, red lip again.

Eddie decides it'd taste like cherry Chupa Chups.

“Yeah. But it's—my name.”

“Except it isn't though, it's it?” Eddie reminds him. “You're name is Buck, Buck. You decided that.”

“I don't know why he always insisted on calling me Evan. Or why I just—let him. It was kind of weird.”

Tommy.

"Called? Past tense?” Eddie flips his tongue in his mouth. Breathes a little more deliberately.

Buck looks at his phone again before he's slowly placing it down on the couch between them.

His fingers are touching the outside of Eddie's thigh, and Eddie's suddenly acutely aware that he still isn't wearing any pants.

Buck leaves his hand where it is.

“He, uh, he dumped me. Because I—”

Buck sucks in oxygen, a lot of it, and holds it in his lungs before puffing out his cheeks as he makes a show of blowing it back out again.

“I asked him to move in with me.”

Eddie was not expecting either of those statements.

"Ouch.”

Buck's fingers twitch against Eddie's skin, and Eddie feels it travel right down his leg and into his toes, which curl involuntarily into the carpet.

“You wanna talk about it?” he offers, kind of knowing Buck doesn't. He will when he's ready.

“Not really.”

Eddie licks at his lips. They taste like beer, and a little like confidence.

“How about Buck?”

Buck looks at him, perplexed.

Eddie's leg is starting to cramp a bit.

He doesn't move it.

“A Buck is another name for a stag, right?” he continues. “And the stag symbolises strength and purity—

“Don't forget fertility” Buck is looking at Eddie, and it feels like something.

Eddie snorts. “'Course, don't wanna forget fertility.”

Buck smiles the first proper Buck smile of the evening, and Eddie's feels it in his chest.

“Hey, hang on, how come you know so much about stags, Edmundo?”

“You did that project with Chris about the forest.”

Buck blinks at him.

“Dude that was, like, years ago. And, as you said, I was the one learning all about the woodland creatures and different types berries and toadstools, so how do you—”

“Because you told me,” Eddie shrugs a shoulder.

Buck blinks some more.

“And you—remembered that?” he asks.

In this moment, Eddie couldn't blink, nor look away from Buck, even if somebody were to pay him.

“I remember everything you tell me.”

It's weird but it's like the air itself is crackling as they sit here, just staring at each other.

They look at each other for what feels like a long time. Or maybe it's just a single heartbeat, Eddie can't really be sure.

He watches as Buck swallows, his Adam's apple a calling card.

Eddie isn't entirely sure of why he thinks of that.

Until he is.

When Buck moves his hand, it's to slide it fully onto Eddie's thigh to just sit there, right at home.

Eddie's suddenly blinking so much he's a little worried he might be stroking.

He doesn't mean to say, “Can you smell toast?” but finds himself saying it anyway.

Buck smile is both crooked and adorable.

“You worried you're having a stroke, old man?”

“We'd have been at the same school at the same time, Buck. I'm not that much older than you.”

“You are old and I am young and everyone and the universe knows this,” Buck claims, cocky and sure of himself once more.

Eddie licks at his lips again.

“I, uh, I think I finally believe you.”

Buck now mirrors him, licking his own lips.

Cherry Chupa Chups.

“You mean about the universe?” he's asking, like he doesn't almost always knew what Eddie means.

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.

Buck waits.

Just as Eddie is thinking he really should go put some on some sweats or something, Buck must get impatient because he replies, “I think it always wanted you to believe.”

Eddie doesn't have a clue what time it is, or whether he had dinner or not, or how he got so damn lucky.

“I'm gonna choose to believe, because you believe—and I believe in you, Buck” he says, somehow both sure and unsure of absolutely everything that is to come.

At long last, he finds he is totally okay with that.

“Anyways, I can hear it now,” he tells Buck, “and I'm listening.”

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unedited; pls be kind!

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edited version now found HERE on ao3 if you'd like to pop across and leave me a comment xp

[eddiestightywhities]

Buck lets out a breath—one he hadn't quite realised he'd been holding in for as long as he obviously has—and the whole of his body sags with sheer relief the second he rounds that hospital door frame and Eddie is there, reassuring Buck with his small smile.

“Hey, Buck,” might just be the most beautiful thing Buck has ever heard in his life.

Buck is nodding to himself, then, allowing himself to fully believe that Eddie is still here. Only now that he is seeing Eddie again, with his own two eyes at long fucking last, can Buck start to think about relaxing.

He's repeating these words in his head:

It's alright, Buck. He's alright. Eddie is still here and he's doing okay and he's gonna be fine, just fine, because you're gonna make damn sure of it.

Although, actually, he's also repeating the internal mantra for the benefit of the universe, too, because he's willing the universe to just get it already. Buck is urging the powers that be, pretty fucking desperately now, to understand just how much he needs this man in his life.

Please, please don't take him away from me. Not ever. You just have to do this one thing for me. Please.

Buck would give anything. Anything at all.

Everything.

And only after Buck has squared all of this away with himself, and the universe, can he finally smile again; smile back at Eddie—his Eddie.

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[eddiestightywhities]

mates lol

buck and eddie kinda give off the vibe of those people who pretend to be wolves. but it’s not even on purpose they’re just like that

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qww

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"Yeah help yourself~! No need to hold back, really. This was also all his idea~" At that he lightly smacks Yamatonokami's back--for some reason he's subtly doing his best not to refer him as 'Yasusada' like he usually does, knowing well there's, well two Yasusada swords right now.

Yamatonokami gets a bit flustered at the mention. "Y-Yeah I mean...I-I just think it'd be real nice to have everybody again like before so..."

But then he turns to Taikyuu with a genuinely grateful smile. "I'm actually really glad you decided to join this time, Taikyuu. 'course it's not gonna be often, but once in a while it'd be real nice, y'know..."

"We like ya, Taikyuu, for real. Like we see you in battle more times than we can count and you're actually real cool out there. One of these days I gotta challenge ya to a spar or somethin!"

The only person that hasn't said anything is Nagasone, who prefers to keep quiet for a moment. But it's evident in the little smile on his chiseled face that he's also, for what it's worth, rather happy that Taikyuu has decided to join in the little gathering.

He only pours the sake for all six of them as they're talking (and Yamatonokami dragging Taikyuu to sit together with him), still remembering the last exchange he had during their little meeting at the Yorozuya.

(And still wondering if he still had those sour bombs from last time...)

Taikyuu just grumbles as Yamatonokami pulls him up. He's wondering if he made a mistake in agreeing to join-- it's not the easiest for him to slide into the mood for merriment, after all. But it's hard to really protest when he'd already agreed, and his brother is tugging him along.

Then they mention their saniwa's cookies, and... he gets the feeling that maybe that didn't happen to be a coincidence. And he thinks about his recent talks with Saseki, and as much as it makes him want to leave even more, he decides then and there that he's going to stick it out.

"You guys went all out," he remarks. "Or I guess aruji did. Good, cause... I'm hungry."

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🔸𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧    ▫️Balcony railings-railings+glass    ▫️Bigger windows    ▫️Sky promenade    ▫️Sky lounge    ▫️Coworking space    ▫️Rideshare     ▫️100% back-up power     ▫️Mobile app    ▫️Community internet    ▫️Garbage chute

🔸𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭    ▫️Values are usually upward trend     ▫️Tangible asset    ▫️Flexible (End use or for investment)    ▫️Trusted developer-tracj record of quality    ▫️Payment terms & promos

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ✔️𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤: https://lnkd.in/dHFE-qwW ✔️2 Valid ID's and Tax Identification Number (TIN) ✔️Latest proof of billing address (electric, water, internet or card bill) ✔️Unit reservation: 20K  ✔️Parking: 10K

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 📩 𝗠𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: 𝟎𝟗𝟔𝟔 𝟗𝟗𝟏 𝟖𝟕𝟔𝟑

𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑢𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒, 𝐵𝑢𝑦 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑊𝑎𝑖𝑡.

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[eddiestightywhities]

Eddie: Dom or sub?

Buck: Uhhh, Domino's? I guess? I'm not really that into Subway.

Eddie: Cariño, you are so damn lucky that I'm into you.

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