grocery-store-fight eddie and kitchen-fight eddie having that same vibe of 'you are buck and buck always knows what i need when everything is falling apart but you didn't this time and now i'm mad both because you couldn't read my mind and because i probably on some level recognize i shouldn't be expecting you to read my mind' opens up a very fun door for eddie making the Big Step of Coming Out and, once again, expecting that buck will know what response he wants out of that (asking eddie out on a date, kissing him, confessing his love to him etc etc), and so when buck is instead just very quietly contained in his supportive ally mode, eddie gets scowly-pissed at him about it <3 yay <3
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YOU 🫵 ARE CREATING A FANDOM SPACE BY EXISTING AROUND AND ENCOURAGING CONTENT CREATION
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AU where Shane and Ilya don't hook up or have a decades-long secret. They don't really know each other at all, except to play each other.
Shane comes out of the closet sometime after Scott does, and in some random, lighthearted interview, they ask him what he's looking for in a man. And Shane's just, off-hand like, "Well, he'd have to have at least one Stanley Cup. Obviously." And when he gets a good reaction from that, he keeps going, like "Needs to be amazing at hockey. Definitely needs to be at least an All-Star, if not a captain. Hot too. If he can't bench-press me, I'm not interested."
And it's all in fun, except two days after the interview prints, Ilya Rozanov shows up at his door like "knock, knock. I am here to apply for boyfriend position. Do you need resume? I brought my Stanley Cup ring, just in case."
“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, chest rumbling, and he shifts himself around until he can get a knee on either side of Buck’s lap, looping his arms around his neck for balance.
“Y-yeah, Eds?” Buck asks, in what’s possibly the world’s worst attempt at a nonchalant voice. Eddie’s gonna gnaw on him like a fucking chew toy. “What’s up?”
He nuzzles at the hinge of Buck’s jaw, letting his teeth drag against the sensitive skin there. “Need you.”
Buck swallows hard, the bob of his throat brushing against the tip of Eddie’s nose. His scent deepens into something even more mouthwatering, and Eddie notices something hard and thick pressing up against the underside of his thigh, an undeniable bulge.
And there’s no mistaking Eddie’s meaning, but he plays dumb anyway. “I’m right here.”
“No,” Eddie insists, grinding down pointedly. Buck sucks in a sharp breath, his hands flying to Eddie’s waist. “Need you.”
“Eddie,” Buck says, slightly strangled. Straddling him like this, Eddie’s the taller one for once—Buck looks up at him with water beaded in the gold of his lashes, his gaze hooded and heavy, apprehension and anticipation warring across his features. “This is like, the dictionary definition of a bad idea, man.”
“‘Dunno,” Eddie says, rocking down again. The space between his thighs is growing slicker by the second, his dick hard and leaking at the tip. “Seems like a pretty good one to me.”
“Jesus, Eddie,” Buck groans. His hands slide over his body like he’s not sure what to do with them—over the dip in his waist, back around to palm briefly at his ass—then settle firmly around his hips, the muscles in his biceps twitching like he’s not sure whether to pull Eddie closer or push him away. “This is— Baby, this is fucking crazy, you know that, right?”
“Is it?” Eddie asks, and he’s nosing along Buck’s hairline, panting against his temple. “Is it really so crazy?”
marriage of convenience buddie you are so dear to me and now you're almost canonically within my reach... eddie is not a step dad, he's the dad who stepped up -> married his best friend, platonically, because buck's odds of adopting theo the orphan would be way higher if he's coupled up. hence, the marriage. teamwork! i don't know how the american legal system works. anyway, they all move in together. chris allows it to happen because his room at buck's house is bigger than his old one. theo is delighted (even though his parents are dead) because he thinks eddie is the best thing since strawberry sour patch kids. buck has to share his bed with his pretend husband who's actually his real husband and he dies a thousand deaths every night. eddie's the happiest he's ever been because he got to lock buck down without having to confess ANYTHING. life is beautiful
everyone forgets that buck is a TWO-TIME college dropout. he was kicked out of an unspecified college before he got kicked out of community college for spending his tuition on a motorbike. we stan an undiagnosed king <3
@semperama NAVY SEAL BUCK AUS MY BELOATHED. like buck spent so much of his late teens/early 20s being a chameleon trying on new identities in an effort to square peg himself into a round hole of belonging (as it were) and the seals was the one attempt that he learnt something CRUCIAL from, i.e. that he didn't like it
ok I am so giddy with jetlag rn as i got noooo sleep on my flight home and now I'm chugging iced coffee at 7am/internally 2am but there are so many delightful tags here I'm having a brainwave
@fraddit @tweetsongs @bugbugly @theflatman et al WHAT IF I filled a wheel with suggestions for jobs buck might have had in his vagabond years and then there was a little ficfest where folks spin the wheel and write something inspired by the random buck job
“Buck,” Eddie murmurs, chest rumbling, and he shifts himself around until he can get a knee on either side of Buck’s lap, looping his arms around his neck for balance.
“Y-yeah, Eds?” Buck asks, in what’s possibly the world’s worst attempt at a nonchalant voice. Eddie’s gonna gnaw on him like a fucking chew toy. “What’s up?”
He nuzzles at the hinge of Buck’s jaw, letting his teeth drag against the sensitive skin there. “Need you.”
Buck swallows hard, the bob of his throat brushing against the tip of Eddie’s nose. His scent deepens into something even more mouthwatering, and Eddie notices something hard and thick pressing up against the underside of his thigh, an undeniable bulge.
And there’s no mistaking Eddie’s meaning, but he plays dumb anyway. “I’m right here.”
“No,” Eddie insists, grinding down pointedly. Buck sucks in a sharp breath, his hands flying to Eddie’s waist. “Need you.”
“Eddie,” Buck says, slightly strangled. Straddling him like this, Eddie’s the taller one for once—Buck looks up at him with water beaded in the gold of his lashes, his gaze hooded and heavy, apprehension and anticipation warring across his features. “This is like, the dictionary definition of a bad idea, man.”
“‘Dunno,” Eddie says, rocking down again. The space between his thighs is growing slicker by the second, his dick hard and leaking at the tip. “Seems like a pretty good one to me.”
“Jesus, Eddie,” Buck groans. His hands slide over his body like he’s not sure what to do with them—over the dip in his waist, back around to palm briefly at his ass—then settle firmly around his hips, the muscles in his biceps twitching like he’s not sure whether to pull Eddie closer or push him away. “This is— Baby, this is fucking crazy, you know that, right?”
“Is it?” Eddie asks, and he’s nosing along Buck’s hairline, panting against his temple. “Is it really so crazy?”
The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
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