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“It’s a bit .. Eh. Inappropriate.”

Maddie raises an eyebrow at Buck, “Inappropriate how?”

“I don’t even know how to—I mean—“ He clears his throat, just saying it all in one go, “Eddiewon’tletmetouchhimduringsex.”

“Eddie won’t let you what?”

Buck is a thrill-seeker; he has been since he was a kid, hopping off trees and skateboarding until his chin met the pavement, leading to many hospital visits and lectures from his parents who tended to be more worried of the financial costs they'd gain from each injury he gave himself then the actual physical well-being of their child.

But as he stands on the grounds of the annual state carnival holding a mostly disintegrated and devoured stick of cotton candy in his hand and stares up at the Skylauncher 3000, a drop tower ride with bright flashing neon lights contrasting against the night sky with deafening generic pop music playing from its speakers, he starts to wonder if maybe he's outgrown the thrill-seeker title altogether.

Christopher wants to go on a carnival drop tower ride. Buck has his reservations.

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His eyes softened, and he reached out to grab Maddie’s hand, “Mads, the last name doesn’t matter to me. You can be a Buckley, Han, or whatever, and you’d still always be my big sister. You aren’t abandoning me by changing it.”

Maddie let out a breath of relief, smiling, “Thank you, I just, I didn’t want to blindside you. In case that’s how you felt.” She paused, before adding, “Also, don’t know how that became an option, but I’m not becoming Maddie Whatever anytime soon.”

Buck snatched his hand back, “Very funny.”

How Maddie and Buck each changed their last name.

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And maybe Eddie should’ve listened to his Abuela’s warnings (“Always lock your doors, Edmundo, and never go out in the dark at night,” she’d told him, “Los que tienen hambre no pueden ser melindrosos. If it wants to eat, it will.”) but he’d just been a kid, naive and clueless and ever so skeptical. Even present-day—as he came home from a long day of Uber-ing from dawn to dusk, stripping his clothes off and walking into the shower ready for the soothing hot water only to find it freezing cold, going outside of his fixer-upper of a house to go to the back and check if there was a problem with his haphazardly installed water heater with the only external light source being the phone that he held in his hand—he was naive.

So maybe he should’ve listened, but he hadn’t. And he wasn’t able to get the chance to regret that fact before getting bitten and dragged off by a growling creature on all fours.

Eddie gets bitten and infected by a chupacabra, Buck has to use his powers as a witch to help him.

written as a gift for @BucksCollarbones on twitter as part of the bb&b monsterfucker fic exchange!

“Move in with me?” He asks, leaning in closer to Buck so he can hear him over the sound of the fireworks and Chimney’s nonsensical yelling over whatever topic the group is currently debating.

Buck turns towards him, skin flushed from the drinks he’s had so far and colorful from the red, white, and blue filling the sky at the moment, and asks, “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“What are you—“ And then Eddie remembers that it’s a Fourth of July party they’re currently having, “Oh, right. For the record, I am not.”

Buck has the idea that having relationship milestones on important dates is the worst possible thing that a pairing can do. Eddie has the bad habit of doing exactly that.

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“Buck, I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“I’m not offended.” Buck lies, “What gave you the impression that I was offended?”

He takes a deep breath, one that has Buck split between fear and anger, and massages the bridge of his nose, “Because you’re huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf over a joke I made.”

“So you think I’m being ridiculous?”

“I never said you were being ridicu —“

Spitefully, Buck rushes to turn on the stand-mixer at the highest speed possible with an unnecessary amount of force, the loud whir of the machine drowning out Eddie’s voice. Which, if he wasn’t being ridiculous before, he certainly is now. Eddie throws his hands up in the air then lowers them straight back down, because not even he can believe Buck’s audacity.

Buck gets offended, breaks a stand-mixer, and has a mental breakdown all in the span of two minutes. Eddie is the witness and catalyst to this sequence of events.

cw: tommy kinard bashing

Hen watches as her wife starts to stomp around the living room, fluffing pillows and rearranging photographs like she does whenever she feels particularly passionate — or in this case, displeased — about something. Karen pitches her voice higher, “Oh, I have a medal, oh I’m Tommy and I can’t take a conversation seriously and I still haven’t apologized for being a fucking racist misogynistic freak —“

Hen and Karen debrief after their conversation with Tommy at the Medal of Valor ceremony.

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Eddie rolls his eyes, “You’re just pissy that they crushed you at poker last week.”

“Hey, can you blame me? That cut of wagyu looked like it cost about—“

“You went to the poker game?” Buck blurts out, interrupting the two’s back and forth. “With Eddie?”

“Yeah man, Tim’s a killer at poker. Just got dealt a bad hand last time,” Eddie explains, “Happens to the best of us.”

The pit is growing even larger, and Buck laughs, aiming for a sound of pleasant surprise and instead sounding deranged to his own ears. So what if Eddie’s invited Tim to the ultra top secret poker games presumably multiple times, even though he only invited Buck as a once off deal because of his temporary lightning math powers, who even cares? Not Buck! Because Buck is normal. He is.

Buck get jealous of another one of Eddie’s first responder friends. The consequences are a bit different this time around.