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Eddie rounds the corner, and sure enough, lying on the hardwood is Buck, forearm draped quite cinematically across his forehead in an Oh, Woe is Me imitation. His ungainly limbs are sprawled all across the floor—an aggrieved starfish.
He looks up at Eddie from beneath furrowed brows. “I’ve been wounded,” he grumbles.
“Oh, my God, Buck.” Eddie’s instantly on his knees. He’s pretty sure something pops on his way down. “What happened? Where does it hurt? Talk to me.” The line of questioning might be overkill, but he’s gathering clues.
His eyes dart around the space and take stock of their surroundings, trying to ascertain the source of the injury. He spies a faint red spot on the dining room’s doorjamb. About four feet below it is Theo. One fist is pressed guiltily over the toddler’s mouth, and his bottom lip wobbles perilously. He’s twisting the toe of one of his Paw Patrol sneakers into the other.
or: Buck runs face-first into a wall and Eddie cleans a wound.
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Eddie’s snapped back to the present by a thunderous cackle and a subsequent stupefied splutter. Theo’s just blown flour right into Buck’s face.
Eddie’s grin only grows when he sees Christopher slap a palm over his mouth, sniggering at Buck’s expense.
“Morning, gang,” he greets, keen to jump into the mayhem.
Buck pivots abruptly and drops the whisk with a clank. Eddie thinks he’d be raising two hands in surrender if not for them being occupied with gathering Theo up in both arms, powdered face fish-mouthing as he registers Eddie’s presence.
Theo’s eyes widen comically. “Teddy!” he screeches, immediately making grabby hands.
“Shit,” Buck gripes.
“Swear jar,” Chris contributes smugly, tilting the crown of his head back into Eddie’s sternum as he squeezes his teenager’s shoulders and drops a kiss to his forehead. “Happy birthday, Dad.”
or: Eddie turns thirty-four.
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“I can’t keep doing this, Eddie. Your sweatpants are in my dresser. You buy the right spices at the farmer’s market for my recipes. You wear the monstrosities I knit for you. You hold my kid’s hand when we’re crossing the street.”
Eddie’s lips are at the hinge of his jaw, like he’s testing the waters. It makes Buck brave enough to bring a numb hand up to one of the belt loops on Eddie’s darkwash jeans, thumbing there restlessly—sliding the tips of his fingers under the hem of his obsidian button-down. The skin-to-skin contact is all at once relieving.
“I think we’ve both known what we are for a while now,” Buck goads, hushed; tilting to arch his neck back against the wall, granting Eddie unlimited access, praying he takes the explicit invitation. “You’re my best friend. But this isn’t sustainable.”
or: Buck's sick of pretending.
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The cat's description reads:
"Meet Perdita, not for the faint of heart. LIKES: staring into your soul all day, the song Cat’s in the Cradle, the movie Pet Sematary (Church is her hero), jump scares (her specialty), lurking in dark corners, being queen of ALL territories, outranking her subjects, fooling shelter staff into thinking she’s sick (vet agrees… she’s just a diva) DISLIKES: the color yellow, rainbows, kittens (yuck they are so chipper), dogs, vacuums, Christmas, and last but NOT least... dogs.”
“I… can also appreciate Pet Sematary?” Buck contributes valiantly. He’s scared of Perdita. Perdita knows things. She’s seen things. She’s also, through a phone screen, managed to remind Buck of every single person in this room excluding himself with looks and posture alone. He supposes that’s talent. “Geez, she looks like sunshine incarnate, Eddie. You really know how to pick 'em. Well done, five stars.”
or: Buck adopts a cat. She might be the thing he never knew he always needed.
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Buck is slipping. The world narrows to the roar in his ears, and the hand squeezing his own, and something warm and tart flooding his mouth.
“Maddie knows. She knows,” he sucks in a breath. “It was always you, it never could be anyone else.” Buck’s voice is barely above a breath. He’s not sure he’s still making any sound – or sense – at all. “When I’m – ah. Take care of him, okay?”
His teeth, his lips are coated with something thick and sticky. He swallows what he can, but it pools under his tongue again quickly, salt and iron, and he has to swallow again.
“Buck.”
“You have to promise – you’re his Teddy.”or,
another buddie trapped in a collapse together fic, but this time Buck has Theo.
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- Part 8 of buddie nde fest
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27 Jul 2026
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“So, what if he kisses me and I have bad breath! There’s no coming back from bad breath on a first date, Eddie!”
Eddie rolls his eyes, clearly not grasping the gravity of the situation.
“Can you check?” Buck asks, a little desperately.
“Check… your breath?” Eddie sounds amused. He’s definitely not grasping the gravity of the situation.
Buck nods. Eddie rolls his eyes again but beckons Buck to lean in. Buck does, slowly, Eddie’s warm brown eyes on his as he does. At a respectable but effective distance, he pauses.
“Do your worst, dragon breath,” Eddie says softly.
or, buck asks eddie to check if he’s got bad breath before a date. eddie checks. thoroughly.
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25 Jul 2026
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This is what has been on Buck’s mind all summer, the thing that he has not allowed himself to want or to think about. Initially it had been not wanting to linger too hard on something that didn’t seem possible. Then– like he’d said to Chris– the fear of inadequacy that still pulses beneath his chest now, beneath Theo’s weight. For all of these reasons, even as recently as a couple of days ago, he’d pushed the thought aside. It was stored deep in the boxes at the back of his mind, in an inaccessible place.
Now, it’s hanging right in front of him and Theo is wrapped up against him, clinging to him, and–
“I’ll take him,” Buck says.
or: the buckley-diaz summer, between the stabbing and buck fostering theo.
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24 Jul 2026
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His reflection is pallid, eyes dull. He’s lost weight, and somehow didn’t notice it until he looked in this mirror eight hundred miles away from the one he’s looked in every day for months. He notes that he’s split his lip open chewing on it, but his body doesn’t move to wipe that blood away. He shaved with Buck’s razor this afternoon before he put his funeral suit on, the one Buck bought for him despite his admittedly weak protestations, and he nicked the wing of his jaw. He was right earlier. The circles beneath his eyes are dark as plumbs.
There is something wrong with him.
Eddie tugs the sleeves of Buck’s sweatshirt down over his stiff hands before he goes back to bed, so at least if he starts bleeding again he won’t ruin Buck’s nice soft sheets.
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Eddie develops stigmata.
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14 Jul 2026
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Theo jumps happily across the sand, never landing on his fourth hop because Eddie scoops him up mid-air with one deft movement. One strong arm loops around Theo’s torso, holding him securely as Eddie dangles him on his side. He bends his head, sunglasses knocking to the side as he pretends to take a chomp out of Theo’s belly, blowing a big raspberry against his sandy skin.
“You can’t eat me,” Theo shrieks, legs kicking outwards with a vigor that comes only from the confidence of knowing Eddie will never drop him.
“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, grinning crookedly.
“Yes,” Theo says, already taking the moment of reprieve to heave himself up onto Eddie’s shoulders, comfortably settling all of his weight there.
a han-buckley-diaz beach trip
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13 Jul 2026