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Chris shakes his head. "Can I…talk to you?"
"Y-yeah, Chris. Of course. Any time."
"Any time?" Chris repeats, sounding a little skeptical as he peers over the top of his glasses right at Buck.
"Yeah, Chris. Any time. You could call me at 3 AM and I'd jump out of bed to answer your call."
Chris just blinks at him. That was too much. That was too much. That was definitely too much, he tells himself. He and Chris aren't like that. He's just his dad's dumb friend.
"You're really not bothered about your parents divorcing?" Chris says instead.
Or: Buck and Chris talk about divorce and then Buck and Eddie talk about…not that.
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- Part 38 of Buddie Fics
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12 Mar 2026
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"Eddie leaned against the door, watching him for a moment, taking in everything. From the dust stuck in his curls to the little bit of engine grease smudged next to his birthmark. His t-shirt had ridden up when he flopped over, a small sliver of pale skin peaking out alongside the waistband of his boxers. The newer tattoo he’d gotten a few months ago was like a beacon against his skin, the dark lines curving over his hip bone and disappearing right alongside the smattering of hair at the base of his stomach. Eddie tore his eyes away as quickly as he could, focusing on the small table, trying not to be obvious."
Or, when Buck's truck breaks down on their way back for Nashville, Eddie realizes the things he's been hiding won't be able to stay that way for much longer. Especially when they realize there's only enough cash for a room with one bed.
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- Part 21 of Soup's 911 S9 Specs
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12 Mar 2026
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He's going back to the aquarium.
Not for Buck. Obviously, categorically, definitively not for Buck.
For Christopher, who loved it.
For a new sticker, because the old one is gone and he needs a replacement the way you'd replace a toothbrush or a phone charger, because it's a functional object that serves a functional purpose in his life.
If Buck happens to be there, then fine, great. Eddie can say hi, because there's nothing weird about wanting to see someone again. People revisit people. That's a normal thing to do. It doesn't have to mean anything. Besides, Chris loved Buck, so really, he only hopes Buck is there so Chris can see him again.
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Eddie and his totally normal obsession with the aquarium. Which definitely has nothing to do with a certain employee named Buck.Part 2 to 'i'll take sexuality crisis at the aquarium for $108, Alex'
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- Part 2 of remnants of ordinary days
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11 Mar 2026
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The boyfriend looks at Eddie's arm, looks at Eddie's face, does whatever math drunk people do when they're deciding whether a fight is worth it, and somehow arrives at the correct answer. He grabs maybe-horse-Ashley by the elbow and pulls her away, muttering something about firefighters that Buck doesn't catch because he's too busy trying not to pass out.
Eddie turns around. His hand is still on Buck's chest.
"Seriously?" One eyebrow up. Not angry yet, but getting there. "We've been here an hour."
"He came at me!" Buck throws his hands up. Outraged. Innocent. An absolute victim of circumstance and nothing more. "I was just talking to her."
"You were practically on top of her."
"That's just how I talk to people, Eddie. I'm a leaner. It's my thing."
Eddie stares at him for a second. His hand drops from Buck's chest and he shakes his head, turning back to the bar.
"Get yourself a drink," Eddie says over his shoulder. "And stay out of trouble for five minutes."
He makes it roughly eleven minutes before he does something stupid again.
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Buck is completely normal about Eddie shoving Blue to defend his honor. Really. He is.Bookmarked by oleyandro
11 Mar 2026
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Eddie’s massage therapist is Briana.
He confirmed this six times: twice on the website, once during a phone call he made from his truck in the grocery store parking lot like it was a covert operation, three more times in the confirmation email.
"Eddie?"
He looks up.
That is not Briana.
The guy standing in the hallway entrance is tall and built like someone whose job description wildly undersold the physical reality. There's a birthmark above his eye that shouldn't work but does, way too much, and his scrubs fit him well. They — okay. They fit him obscenely well, actually.
His arms. God, his arms. They're just arms. Everyone has arms.
Eddie is suddenly, involuntarily, thinking about what it would feel like to have those arms braced on either side of him. Or around him. Or holding him down.
Which is not a thought he's ever had about a man's arms before. He's pretty sure. He's almost sure. He's going to move on from this.
He is going to stop looking at the arms.
Any second now.
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It's just a massage. Eddie can survive that. Right?Bookmarked by oleyandro
08 Mar 2026