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(Oooooh Tommy as the bodyguard 👀)
make sylvie write!
💂♂️💂♂️💂♂️: bodyguard au
Buck's getting a new bodyguard today, and he has every intention of disliking him. Or her. Or them. He's not going to be sexist or homophobic or whatever about it. He's a modern, equal-opportunity hater. And really quite experienced at it, if he says so himself. And who can blame him, honestly? Bobby was the first bodyguard who has ever actually cared about Evan Buckley. The first person, period, since Maddie married Doug and his parents stopped speaking to her, or letting her speak to him. Everyone else only ever seemed to care about using him to somehow impressing Senator Phillip Buckley from Pennsylvania. Or avoiding a new embarassing tabloid story, in his mother and her people's case. Bobby's the entire reason Buck feels like a person at all, some days, instead of an insubstantial ghost that only becomes visible when he's the problematic wild child. And now Dad wants to replace him with some ex-Army vet. Buck's met the type before. Quite a lot of them, in fact. The thing about bodyguards is that they sound so nice, in theory. Someone who's literal job description is to be with you at all times and never abandon you, who's contractually obligated to care about your life. Except, it turns out, caring about his life and caring about him can be two completely separate things. Especially when his father's the one holding their contracts and signing their paychecks. It was almost funny if he didn’t think about it too hard, the way their faces folded into the exact same pinched look his dad likes to give him, like they took lessons from him in their spare time. That look was how he could always tell whose side the bodyguard was on. Before Bobby, he used to make a game out of how quickly he could push them into quitting. He’s a little rusty, after two whole blissful years with Bobby, but Buck gleefully plans to dust off those tricks again for the new guy. His previous record was six weeks, and he's rather determined--childishly so, his father would say--to beating it this time. He's pretty sure he can cut it down by half, if he really puts his heart into it. And then the bodyguard walks through the door of Dad’s stuffy office, and every scrap of his resolve dissolves like wet paper.















