Idk if you're still doing this buuuuuut 51 and 54 for buddie? Love literally all of your writing btw
51. accidentally married & 54. secret relationship?
Being in a relationship with Buck, even secretly, was kind of the best. The last two months had been some of the best of Eddieās life - secret kisses shared in the car on the way to work, quiet conversations as they made dinner. It was nothing short of domestic bliss, if Eddie was being honest - they had settled into a relationship with a kind of ease that Eddie hadnāt expected.
Theyād still kept it secret, though. It was hard, for Eddie sometimes - having a sexuality crisis in your thirties was overwhelming enough, without starting a relationship with the love of your life (who happens to be a man) at the same time. Eddie knew no one would judge, and even if they did, they werenāt someone worth having in his life, but Eddie still wasnāt ready to let anyone else in on the secret.
Selfishly, he wanted to live in their blissful Buck and Eddie a little longer.
Until -
Well, until Chimneyās bachelor party.
It was Albertās fault, ultimately. Chimney hadnāt wanted a bachelor party, not a major one at least, but Albert had insisted it was an important rite of passage, and so they had ended up in Las Vegas for three days.
Three days, and still they managed to - well, do something completely insane.
Eddie groaned, as he woke up, his head feeling as though it had been through a blender as he struggled to open his eyes. He wasnāt sure heād ever been this hungover in his entire life - it felt as though he was about to puke every single one of his internal organs out of his body, and Eddie didnāt consider that a dramatic statement.
āBuck,ā he groaned, shoving at his boyfriend. They were sharing a room anyway, two twin beds, to keep their cover, and yet someone, they had ended up sharing one of them, every inch of their bodies pressed together.
As he moved, something caught a glimpse of something on his finger. It was - it was a gold band, Eddie realised, a wedding band, sitting there, clear as day on his left ring finger.
What - what the fuck?
āBuck,ā Eddie repeated, a little louder this time, panic setting in as he looked around the room. The hotel room was trashed, their clothes thrown everywhere, an empty bottle of champagne swimming in what Eddie assumed used to be a bucket full of ice. There was a marriage licence, sitting on the nightstand, their names written neatly in print, and signed in two very drunken, messy signatures.
They had gotten married?
Eddie wasnāt sure if it was the alcohol that made his stomach churn, or the shock of the situation, but it felt like his stomach was doing backflips all the same. āBuck,ā he called a third time, shoving Buck hard enough to send him flying off the bed.
Buck blinked owlishly at Eddie from his position on the floor, looking as rough as Eddie felt. āWhat was that for?ā he whined, always a pity when he was hungover. Buck didnāt deal well with hangovers. Eddie had known that long before they had gotten together, back when they were just friends.
Eddie waved his hand at Buck. āI think we got married last night.ā
Buckās eyes widened, looking down at his hands. āAre you - are you sure itās legal?ā
Eddie glared at his boyfriend. āI havenāt had time to verify that Buck, no, given I woke up five minutes ago, but thereās rings and a marriage licence. That - that seems pretty clear to me.ā
Buck groaned, pressing his face into the crumpled duvet. āWe got married.ā
āWe got married,ā Eddie echoed. āThe team donāt even know weāre dating, Buck, and I think we probably brought them all to our tacky Vegas wedding last night.ā
Buck snorted. āI canāt believe we had a tacky Vegas wedding, Eddie.ā
Eddie tossed a pillow at Buck's head. "We've got bigger problems than our tacky wedding Buck. Like the whole married part of it all!"
send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and Iāll describe how Iād combine them in the same story.
