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Both? Both. Both is good.

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*Eddie adds Tommy to the husband group chat* Michael: Who is that? Bobby: Buck's new boyfriend. Eddie: Be nice. He's sorta my boyfriend too. David: Since when did that happen?! Chimney: I'm still wondering that myself. Tommy: I guess I should say hi...? Eddie: Before you ask, Buck's not in here cause the other chat collectively kidnapped him. Bobby: I still remember that war — Michael: What war? Athena decimated us.

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POV you’re christopher diaz and where do all these dads keep coming from??

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If someone followed my line of sight like this to force-keep the eye contact I'd kiss them just to force-break it jus sayin

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Absolutely them 🤭

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Eddie‘s gonna open that fridge and be like: buck why do you have champagne? And buck will be like: oh yea tommy brought that after we hooked up. And eddie will be like: He - what?! You hooked up with Tommy?! And he brought CHAMPAGNE?! AFTERWARDS?! Wait - you hooked up with him IN MY HOUSE?! Wait wait wait. He brought champagne and you didn‘t drink it an you aren‘t back together and - Buck, what the HELL happened here??

We don’t talk enough about the champagne Tommy puts in Bucks fridge actually

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How about buddie + 34 for the things you said prompts?

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Eddie’s breath tickles the side of Buck’s face when Eddie leans in to whisper, “I bet they think I’m whispering something dirty to you right now.”

A giggle escapes Buck’s lips before he thinks of pressing them together to muffle the sound. He can feel his already red cheeks —it’s a warm LA night, he’s been goofily dancing around for hours, and he’s already on his fourth drink— flushing even deeper, the color probably visible from Jupiter, Saturn, or some planet even further away than those. Like Pluto, even.

“Your blush is probably making them think it’s something really dirty,” Eddie keeps whispering, his words a hot breeze against Buck’s ear.

“Eddie,” Buck complains, pushing against Eddie’s shoulder in chastisement. Or well, Buck tries to complain. And he tries to push against Eddie’s shoulder. Really, what he does is more similar to whining Eddie’s name and brushing his fingertips against Eddie’s shoulder before he loses his balance a little, tripping over nothing and needing Eddie to wrap his arms around his waist to hold his weight up when Buck slumps against him.

“Oh, now they totally think we’re planning on finding some dark corner where we can have sex,” Eddie says, his lips buried against Buck’s neck, his words practically bitten into Buck’s jugular.

“Maybe we should.” Buck nuzzles his nose against Eddie’s shoulder, taking a deep inhale and letting the smell of Eddie’s good cologne wrap around every one of his cells.

“No, that isn’t how we’re having our first time,” Eddie says, pulling back from Buck’s neck so he can look him in the eye. One of his arms has untangled from Buck’s torso so he can use it to point his index finger at him. Maybe it’s supposed to be a warning, but Buck takes it as an invitation to lean forward and bite it. Unfortunately, his reflexes aren’t at their best, so he ends up just biting the air when Eddie moves his hand away from him.

“It would hardly be our first time.”

Eddie rolls his eyes used the same tantalizing finger to bop Buck on the nose. “You know what I mean, idiot. Our first time as a married couple.”

Married couple.

The two words send a shiver down Buck’s spine that has him lightly trembling in Eddie’s arms. The arm around Buck’s waist tightens minutely as Eddie’s other arm hand settles against the side of Buck’s face, his thumb resting on Buck’s bottom lip.

“Married couple,” Buck says, awe and incredulity and joy and giddiness and affection dripping from his voice.

Eddie taps his thumb against Buck’s bottom lip once.

“Married couple,” he echoes, awe and incredulity and joy and giddiness and affection dripping from his voice as well.

Buck has been dreaming about this day for so long —before he even truly consciously knew he was dreaming about it— that he’s a little bit afraid this is still part of that fantasy. That the whole ceremony —the walk down the aisle next to Maddie, hearing Bobby’s speeches as he officiated for them, exchanging their vows—, and the celebration —letting Chris be the one to cut the cake, performing the ridiculous dance they practiced for months in front of everyone, receiving so many hugs mixed with congratulations— have just been a figment of Buck’s overactive imagination. Perhaps a second go at a coma dream.

“We’re married,” Eddie says, using his grip on Buck’s face to bring it forth, resting their foreheads together.

And well, if Buck is dreaming, he couldn’t care less as long as no one ever wakes him up. He’ll be asleep forever and ever. They can give him some kind of cool nickname about it, like Snoozing Handsome. Or el Apuesto Mr. Siestas.

Unable to resist for one second longer, Buck crashes his mouth against Eddie’s. It’s not a very elegant move but it’s effective, as it gets Buck’s tongue in Eddie’s mouth and Eddie’s tongue in his.

Cheers erupt all around them. Boos also erupt all around them. Buck relishes in both, feeling just as loved hearing the rejoicing as he does suffering through the teasing.

Way too soon, Eddie pulls away from the kiss, but he does not go far. He pulls Buck closer, hugging him so tightly it feels like he’s trying to fit his ribs in between Buck’s own.

Turning his head just an inch, Eddie whispers in Buck’s ear, “I love you so fucking much.”

Buck giggles, his heart doing somersaults inside his chest.

“Also, I am going to fuck you so hard tonight you won’t remember anything but your new name, Mr. Diaz.”

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buck should be BOUNCING on it he should be panting and moaning and sobbing on it babbling about how eddie is so big and so deep he can feel him in his belly in fact probably he could put a baby in there right now if he wanted to, do you want to eddie? and eddie slides his hand down from where it's pressed against buck's tit drags his knuckles over buck's belly like, that what you want? want me to knock you up? and that IS what buck wants, yes. please. please eddie. will you? please. and eddie's like, yeah, buck. nearly there. fuck. tell me again. tell me. and buck's like, knock me up, eddie. please. do it. please. i want your baby in me. and eddie grabs at buck's hips and pulls him down hard and comes and buck's whole body lights up, and he's like, yeah, that's it. eddie. fuck, i can feel it. and comes all over his belly at the thought of eddie putting a baby in it. then he nuzzles into eddie's neck, catches his breath, lets eddie catch his, mumbles, do you think it worked? and eddie's like, yeah, i think we just made a baby. and buck breathes out a soft, happy laugh and slides his mouth from eddie's neck to his lips and kisses him and says, think you should stay in me for a bit. make sure it takes. and eddie's smiling, cheeks pink and happy, like, yeah, you're right, then murmurs, i love you, and presses kisses all over buck's birthmark. woohoo yippeeeeee.

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We don’t talk enough about the champagne Tommy puts in Bucks fridge actually

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Why THE FUCK did Tommy not kiss Buck on the kitchen counter WHY DID HE ABSTAIN his babyboy brat wanted kissies THOMAS COME BACK AND GIVE HIM KISSIES

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Wdym queerbaiting he‘s literally queer

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“I’m bisexual, right?”

Hen whips her head around her locker door.

“I mean, we’ve had this talk, right? If I told you something in confidence, it wouldn’t be – like –“

“It would not surprise me,” Hen cuts him off, mercifully. Chim can’t seem to look her in the eye so she follows his eyeline to the gym. Eddie’s the only thing there, pumping a couple hundred pounds of iron in a dark gray tank top. “Oh,” she slams her locker door shut. “I do not want to hear this.”

“I – wha’!” He scoffs, turning fully to her with his arms out in shock. “Hen! You’re being totally homophobic right now!”

Hen turns towards the door, palm up behind her. “I’m not doing this with you right now, Howie!”

“Bi-phobic!” Chim counters, a finger in the air between them. “You can’t stand the idea of me appreciating a hot guy then going home to my smokin’ wife!”

“I don’t know what spell that man has cast on you all,” she says with a small laugh, waving her hand and chancing a look back at Chim. He’s dropped like a sad puppy, eyebrows turned inward and his mouth pinched in a half-frown half-angry grimace.

Chim scuffs his shoe on the floor. “I think it’s the mustache, Hen.”

“Hm,” she hums. “It’s bewitched you.”

“Body and soul,” he whispers, looking down at his palms.

Hen hitches her bag up her shoulder and sighs. “Karen said the same thing. Both of you are unbelievable.”

“Come on, Hen - I mean, the werewolf costume?” He glances around, lowers his voice. “Did you even see?”

“See what?” Buck pops up behind Chim, warm from the showers.

Scares the shit out of Chim, who scrambles a bit away and starts working on the buttons of his shirt in the world’s lamest attempt at escaping the conversation at hand. “Nothing! Just – taxes!”

“He’s in here waxing poetry about Eddie in his werewolf costume.” Hen rolls her eyes and gestures to Chim, ends with a little smack on her thigh and one low laugh-huff.

“Oh.” Buck replies – then – he’s quiet. They both look up to see a blush on his cheeks, face turned away and seemingly lost in thought.

Hen swings open the locker room door. “Goodbye!”

“So,” Chim starts after a lengthy, purposeful silence. “I told you I’m bisexual too, right?”

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