Ironsavior
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Eddie leans back a little, his arms locked tightly around Buck’s waist. “I said I wanted a hug.”
“Is this not what we’re doing right now?”
“'s not a good hug.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope. It’s not how I want it, so it’s not a good hug,” Eddie says resolutely, looking at Buck like he should know this.
“Okay, and how do you want it?”
“I want you to hold me.” Buck’s heart jumps at the words.
“I am holding you.”
“Well, hold me harder,” Eddie demands, his cold nose finding its way into Buck’s neck.
Buck suppresses a gasp as his arms tighten helplessly around Eddie. He pulls him closer to his body, pressing his nose into soft, messy hair. A happy sigh leaves Eddie’s mouth while he relaxes into Buck’s hold.
There's a good chance that Buck is dreaming right now but he decides to just enjoy the moment for what it is because he might not get the chance to embrace Eddie like this ever again. It will go back to normal once his best friend is sober again. He's sure of that.
Or, Eddie appears on Buck's doorstep, clingy and clearly drunk, demands cuddles, crawls into Buck's hoodie, and accidentally confesses his love. It changes everything.
Bookmarked by Ironsavior
12 Jun 2026
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“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
Or: Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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11 Jun 2026
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“He—He had a nightmare,” Buck says. Eddie can tell he’s tugging at his hair. “He was asleep for barely an hour, and now he won’t stop crying. The thunder scares him.”
Before Eddie can ever answer, Theo’s cries interrupt him. His voice wails out a sad, “EDDIE!”
Eddie pauses. “Did he just say my name?”
On the other line, Buck’s breath hitches. Eddie pulls the comforter off himself, already springing into action to find his shoes and car keys.
Still, Buck doesn’t reply. Theo’s sobs are even more earsplitting through the phone. “I want EDDIE!”
“He’s—” Buck sucks in a breath. “He’s asking for you.”
OR: Theo can’t sleep because of the storm. Buck calls Eddie and Christopher for their help.
Bookmarked by Ironsavior
10 Jun 2026
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“...My husband here is always talking about coming to this restaurant.” Buck holds his breath while waiting for Eddie’s response.
Eddie blushes immediately, “Yeah, I just love the food…” he says, nodding. Buck’s heart skips. He thinks Eddie will leave it at that, but he adds to the lie, “See, we’re celebrating our wedding anniversary tonight.”
(Or, Buck and Eddie keep referring to each other as husbands, it’s undoubtedly nice… They’re not together, no. It’s a best friend thing.)
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10 Jun 2026
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"Oh my god," Eddie's voice came out cracking. "Are you hard right now?"
"No." Buck spoke up almost immediately, looking up to meet Eddie's eyes and- oh, bad idea.
"You are." Eddie chuckled and Buck frowned, looking back at Eddie. Huh? "Dude, out of all the things I've ever worn," Eddie continued, opening the fridge's door to get himself a beer. "I just have to show my forearm to get you hard?" He finally said, smiling like the fact of Buck being hard was amusing.
What the hell was going on?
Or, Eddie yells at Buck and Buck gets hard about it.
Bookmarked by Ironsavior
10 Jun 2026