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Someone exclaims in the background, but Buck’s voice cuts through louder when he asks, “You… you want to borrow my…?”
“Flashlight,” Eddie supplies with patient emphasis. It is not, strictly speaking, a leap of faith to assume Buck of all people would have one, but he did move recently, so— who knows what’s still lost in Packed Box Limbo. “Please tell me you have one I can use.”
“I…” there’s a lengthy pause on the other end, Buck’s voice weak and tapering off at the end. “Y-Yeah, okay.”
Or: Eddie just needs to borrow some tools. Fleshlight, flashlight, what’s the difference? The distinction has never been more illuminating.
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14 Jun 2026
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude
Don’t 👍👍👍👍 meOr: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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14 Jun 2026
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And Buck’s there, face just inches from Eddie’s, forearm braced against Eddie’s sternum so that he feels it every time his ribs expand. It’s all heat and strength and that fizz below his skin that makes him feel like he might be losing his mind. They’re so close like this that for a second he actually thinks Buck might be about to kiss him.
Buck doesn’t say anything, just licks his lips, eyes trained on his mouth like he can’t meet his eye. Eddie waits a beat, then baits him, “Chain of command.”
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Eddie baits Buck into spanking him.
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14 Jun 2026
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The epiphany hit him like a stray bullet. No, literally, Eddie would know.
All the air got sucked from his lung, creating a vacuum that muffled and drowned out everything around and inside of him. His eyes fell on the only thing in bright, blinding focus, just as it had the day he was actually shot. The only thing in 4K edge cutting ultra high definition in a world running on a pixelate, black and white RCA Playmate, was Buck.
I am gay , Eddie´s mind simply stated into the deafening silence in his ears and his lips fell slack.
I am gay and in love with my best friend , Eddie thought gayly- he gayed thoughtly. Gayed gayly. Eddie was having a stroke. Gayly.
„Hey Eddie, you okay?“
„Gay!“ Eddie yelped, turning his head so quick it gave a crack. „Yes, okay, me okay. I am-“
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Eddie dreams of Buck and his entire world comes tumbling down around him
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12 Jun 2026
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And, here, looking at his best friend, he can see that something’s broken inside him, too. And, maybe it’s the therapy he’s had over the years, his sessions with Frank, but Eddie wants to talk to Buck. He wants Buck to talk to him. Buck, who just looks so fucking sad, still in his dress blues, one hand drinking the beer, the other coming up to loosen his tie.
This morning, Eddie had noticed Buck tying, untying, retying the tie with breaths of frustration, fingers shaking. “Eddie,” he’d said lowly from across the room, and Eddie wouldn’t have even heard him if he hadn’t been watching. “I, uh, can never – I can never get this right.”
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In the aftermath of Bobby’s death, Buck and Eddie need to learn to embrace change, settle into a new normal - a life without Bobby, and life navigating feelings for each other. A vision of what season 9 could be.
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