HometownLiars
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Eddie is all fucking over him.
He falls asleep with his body sprawled over the broad expanse of Buck’s chest and wakes up with his face buried into the skin of his neck. They watch a movie together on Eddie’s couch and Eddie practically sits in his lap, head tucked under Buck’s chin as he blinks at the screen. When they’re alone, Eddie can’t stop himself from peppering kisses to Buck’s lips and his cheeks and his forehead as Buck giggles and pretends to try and duck. Under the dinner table every night, Eddie will hook his foot around Buck’s ankle and make Buck duck his head into a flushed smile. And Eddie is always, always holding Buck’s hand—running errands and in their own bed and at the grocery store and across the console while Buck’s driving them to work.
Maybe he’s just in the honeymoon stage. Or maybe this is how he’ll always feel—like every second he’s not touching Buck is a second wasted.
in which eddie is in love and a bit clingy about it.
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03 Sep 2025
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“Seriously, the second I get back, you’re the one running off?” Eddie asks as he steps up to Buck. Their shoulders bumps together and Buck does his best not to flinch, from the words or the sudden contact. He’s unused to having Eddie around. The months of distance seems to have overwritten the years of familiarity. “You couldn’t have given me a settling in period?”
Buck should joke back. That’s what he does, matched Eddie, because the two of them have been in sync for years. He can’t though, because Buck has been knocked off the track, spiraling out of Eddie’s gravitational pull, and he’s not sure how to get back on. If he even wants to get back on.
Buck transfers out of the 118, gets a new apartment, and tries to pretend he isn't in love with his best friend.
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17 Jul 2025
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The purpose of a parasite is to feed off another, to extract parts of a living host to the parasite’s benefit. It is dependent on taking, selfishly depleting one’s life source in order for itself to live. Something to be squashed, removed, and cured from.
Guilt coats his skin, and Eddie fears he will never be clean no matter how much he scrapes himself away. He will always just be a parasite, useless and diseased with something nonhuman and evil.
Or, Eddie is greed incarnate.
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09 Jul 2025
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“My dick is gone,” Eddie says, hushed but frantic.
Buck splutters, wide unblinking eyes still glued to Eddie’s crotch, eyebrows knit together harshly and dragging high on his forehead. Eddie would laugh at his ridiculous face if he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up. “It’s not gone, you have a—”
“Don’t say it,” Eddie warns weakly.
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Eddie wakes up with the wrong equipment. Buck is actually pretty normal about it, until he isn't.- Language:
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09 Jul 2025
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“God, you’d probably make a good writer for an advice column. You’re so earnest and optimistic, and you want to help people literally all the time.”
Buck blinks at her, frozen with his beer halfway to his lips. His stomach does this thing, an excited little lurch that happens when he gets ahead of himself, but he can’t help it. He clears his throat and manages to ask, “Uh, really?”
“Buck,” Taylor starts in that hold on a minute voice that Buck is intimately familiar with because everyone in his life has used it on him at one time or another, but then her eyes light up and she leans forward, wine almost sloshing out of her glass. “Buck.”
The lurch turns into a wave that floods into his chest. “I can’t write an advice column,” he begins, but he’s leaning forward, too. “Can I?"
Or, Buck starts writing an advice column while on medical leave.
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17 Jun 2025