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36 "Does he know about the baby?" For the ask game please

Hello my dear :) Lets do some pining Eddie while Buck is still with a certain person, shall we? Hehe

The question has been burning in the back of Eddie's mind for a while now. Almost six months he's been wondering. Buck hasn't brought it up though. Of course he doesn't. He barely talks to Eddie about his relationship, despite it being new and different. Eddie tries to not think too hard on why Buck doesn't talk to him about it. He hears Buck telling Hen about it - the dates and new experiences. Hears about the way Buck laughs off the way he's treated, even if it grates against Eddie's skin uncomfortably. Buck should be treated like the precious thing that he is. Not like he's a speck of dirt on your shoe. But maybe Eddie is biased. He's probably biased. Oh well. "So," Eddie takes a sip of his beer, staring at the screen where a movie is playing. He has no idea what it is. Buck selected it. Eddie has been thinking about the question on the tip of his tongue. It's bursting out of him tonight. "Does he know about the baby?" Buck freezes next to him, pizza halfway to his mouth. His eyes go wide, slightly confused. Eddie keeps staring at the TV. "Baby?" "Yeah." His chest is tight. "The one you helped deliver on that ugly ass couch." "That couch was ugly, wasn't it." Buck frowns, pizza back on his plate, forgotten, "My mother has horrible taste." He's deflecting. Avoiding. Eddie waits. "You mean Tommy." Buck finally says, practically whispering his boyfriend's name. He never says it around Eddie. Insisted that Eddie stay friends with Tommy, that it was all misplaced jealousy, but Eddie can't be friends with Tommy. Not when he has what Eddie wants. "Yup." "Uhm," Buck is picking at his pizza on his plate now, "No. He...he doesn't." "Why not?" Eddie knows Buck isn't ashamed of it. There's conflicting feelings sure - Buck was not meant to have a child and then never be in its life - but he's not hiding it. Plus, he'd been with Tommy for about six months now. Is this not something that would have been shared? Buck shifts in his seat, "He...he doesn't want kids." Eddie's head snaps over to look at Buck, "What?" "It's fine," Buck shrugs; he's the one not looking now, avoiding Eddie's stunned gaze. "I mean, I g-get it. He's older. And we're...it's a bit late for us, isn't it?" He laughs nervously, "Plus, it's o-only been six months." "Buck." Eddie can't stay quiet. He just can't. "You were meant to be a dad. You are a dad." "I'm not in that baby's life, Eds." Buck sighs, "I'm not a dad." "What? No," Eddie shakes his head, "Not the baby. I mean Chris. You're Christopher's other dad. And if Tommy doesn't want children, then I don't know if you should be with him, because you are a dad and him depriving you of that for some stupid, pathetic excuses is bullshit." Eddie snaps out the last words, standing and snatching up the empty pizza boxes before stalking into the kitchen. Well. Now he doesn't need to wonder about the question. Instead he needs to wonder if he just completely fucked things up between himself and Buck.

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[hedgiwithapen]

Captain Cold, Sara Lance and "You PROMISED!" For Dammit Hedgi Day.

Sara Lance fought her bonds, more blood staining her white suit. “No. We were a team. You--” “We were never a team,” Snart shrugged one shoulder, speaking slowly, lowly. “Mick and I were barely that. What, pulling a few jobs together makes someone a team? No.” She huffed, staring back at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face and maybe cut off his head along with it-- well, maybe one thing more. She wanted to end every single one of these Time-dictator-master-whatevers, shove them all into a volcano at the dawn of time, something. They were going to just let Savage take over, just let all those children, all those good people--her friends, her family---and she and Rip and the team were supposed to stop them. They’d been going to stop them, everything had been going to plan, until… “You PROMISED,” she snarled, kicking the time-asshole that had tried to pin her hard. He dropped her, and she rolled as best she could with her arms trapped behind her. Snart shook his head. “I lied,” he said, voice full of casual contempt. “It’s what I do. Didn’t you think to ask your friends about me? The one who made you that suit? They’d have warned you.” “I don’t believe that,” Sara said sharply rolling up to her knees, spitting blood. “ you almost died with me. I know you better--” “Oh, of course, better than I know myself--” “Better than a couple of people you tortured in one night.” she finished. “Then you know why I’m doing this. You and I both know we didn’t stand a snowball’s chance. I saw an opportunity to get what I wanted out of this and I took it. That’s what I’m here for. To take things. Not my fault you decided to trust me.” “What could they possibly have offered you?” Sara demanded. “You saw what they did to Mick. They were going to kill--” “They’re going to keep my sister safe,” Snart shrugged. “Maybe you should make them the same deal.”

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You can do a lot of stuff with it, but with this killervibe group therapy server, it will be a bunch of us in the same chatroom, discussing about our lovely idiots.

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[elrhiarhodan]

Made up Fic title: A Taste of Sin (you paid for)

Ooooh, very nice!

This calls to me a Kingsman sexworker fic, but with a twist.  Usually, we see Eggsy as the rentboy, but I think in this case, it’s going to be a Merlahad story.

  Harry is wealthy and noble and unmarried and in the social circles he moves it, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to avoid the snares of women out to snag themselves a wealthy husband who’ll look the other way.  So Harry decides to hire a “walker” - a paid companion for social events (and a well accepted practice for women whose husband don’t/won’t accompany them or who don’t have socially acceptable partners).  He ends up hiring Merlin, because Merlin (1) looks fantastic in a tux and (2) looks extremely intimidating, (3) is Scottish and Harry has a kink for the accent.

Merlin, for his part, hasn’t been a “walker” for a few years - he’s a writer with a dozen best-selling science fiction novels to his (pen)name - but his agent tells him he’s becoming a bit stale and maybe needs to get out in the world a bit more.  Merlin doesn’t have friends, he doesn’t do relationships, being a walker is a way to get out, socialize, and have no strings at the end of the evening.

But he finds Harry Hart charming and adorable and makes the mistake of telling Harry that he’s available for the rest of the social season.

Harry, for his part, finds himself falling in love with this rather fearsome looking paid companion who’s actually a bit of a marshmallow.  They end up going to folk music concerts and bingeing on junk food (KFC and Twinkies, of course) and when they finally sleep together, Harry makes a terrible mistake and offers to pay Merlin for his time.

Merlin gets furious - at both Harry and at himself and storms off.  He immediately regrets his anger but can’t bring himself to apologize.  Instead, Merlin ends up writing a contemporary romance about what happened, except he gives it a happy ending.  Harry comes looking for him and asks him if they could, perhaps, rewrite the ending to their own relationship.

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For the ask game: I've been on a Leverage kick of late. May I offer this exchange as a prompt:

You just kill a guy with an appetizer?

I don't know. Maybe.

Ahhhhhh, Leverage!!! MY BABIES!!! My OG OTP3!!!!! I think it's time for my...5th or 6th rewatch. Ugh. Love this show. So this idea is inspired by the universe Maggie and I have lowkey developed together where Eddie is essentially a secret agent/thief. It works so well with the quote.

One of the things Buck has learned since discovering that the man he is dating is a secret agent spy ('I'm not a spy, Buck!' 'Thief, then.' 'You're insufferable.') is that there are going to be situations he walks in on that are best not to question. Even if he really, really wants to question. Like now, for instance. Eddie had been directed to scope out a place for a potential lift and since it was hosting a fancy event - an engagement party of the wealthy - Buck had been roped into coming as Eddie's date. He says roped, but Eddie had mentioned needing to go somewhere and Buck had immediately asked to come along. When Boss had learned of that, Eddie had been forced to take Buck. It's a good cover, Boss had said. Eddie had scowled and threatened to quit. Again. It's a weekly occurrence. Boss always laughs. So Buck is attending this fancy engagement party but his boyfriend is missing. Naturally he goes on the hunt for Eddie, only to walk into the kitchen to discover Eddie standing over an unconcious man, holding a serving tray, a scattering of appetizers on the floor around the man. Buck pauses, looks between Eddie and the man and then back at Eddie. "Did you just kill a guy with an appetizer?" He has to ask some questions. "I don't know." Eddie huffs, depositing the tray onto the counter with a clatter, "Maybe." "Eddie!" Buck scolds, stepping around his boyfriend to kneel beside the man, pressing his fingers to the man's throat. "I was defending myself!" "You know the rules. Don't kill anyone!" Eddie's face twists into a scowl. One Buck recognizes as Eddie's Boss just said something annoying in my ear piece face. Buck grins as he stands, "Boss agrees with me, doesn't he?" "I regret the two of you ever meeting." Eddie pouts, "He alive?" "Yeah, but he's knocked out good." "Enough time for us to get out then." Eddie drags a hand through his hair. Buck looks down at the floor, frowning sadly at the wasted appetizers. "What?" "The food..." Buck explains, gesturing at it. Eddie's mouth falls open, "Buck, baby, he was planning on killing you! He was actively trying to kill me! I was defending myself!" "I mean, yeah," Buck shifts his weight from foot to foot, "But someone worked hard on those. And they look like they would have been really delicious." Eddie's eye twitches but there's also fondness in his gaze. "I love you but I'd still choose knocking him out with the tray over saving the food." Buck pouts further, "Can we at least ask the chef for the recipe?" "Oh my god!" Eddie groans, grabbing Buck's hand and dragging him from the kitchen.

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10 little ghosties to chase away the dark clouds

I am so full. There was so much good food at this potluck. I had to lay down on the floor for like 5 mins. I confused one of the managers haha

But let's write some more! Also, I love that you chose the most angsty story to chase away the dark clouds 😂

He’s been forced to shove aside his own grief, go against Eddie’s parents who didn’t even seem to have grief, and he’s been fighting tooth and nail the entire time. Due to the will being legally binding, while the fight is ongoing, Chris has been placed in Buck’s care. Thank fuck for that. Chris has been having a rough time, understandably. He’s lost both parents. He’s an orphan. And now he’s got his grandparents wanting to steal him away from the last place his father existed, the last fraction of Eddie to exist in the world. He’s clung to Buck a lot in the last month, crying and grieving. Buck has held him and offered whatever comfort he can. One month since Eddie died on a call. His body hadn’t been able to be recovered from the fire, the blaze turning into an inferno that they had to let burn. Buck had scoured every inch of the charred remains, desperate to find a piece of Eddie. A melted helmet with 118 printed on it and a familiar silver chain were all that remained. Buck had shut down in that moment, collapsing to his knees in the soot, clutching the chain so tightly that there were indents in his skin for an hour after. He hasn’t removed the St Christopher medal since.

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