WIP Wednesday
haven't done one of these in a hot minute but I actually was planning to do one today and then I saw @queerstark unofficially tag folks so here this is. New fic for Year of Eddie!
"Have you been here before?"
"Once," Buck admits, looking up from the paper map he'd swiped at the ticket counter. "Way back when I first moved here. Took a date here, but it was so hot and I was sweating so much that it's more like a fever dream than a memory."
Eddie tries to conjure up Buck as he was back that, twiggy and douche-baggy slicked back hair, kind of an idiot, trying to impress some faceless girl by taking her here. It stings, weirdly. He doesn't like the idea at all. Not as his eyes land on Buck as he is now, settled in his body, broad and loose with his curls unrestrained. Eddie has the sense that this is the real Buck, that Eddie has the privilege to know this version.
"Sounds like a disaster," Eddie says, nonchalant. He's so, so, so nonchalant. The most nonchalant you can imagine.
"Guess it all worked out in the end, anyway," Buck shrugs. "I still randomly follow her on Instagram. She got married recently. On the beach. It was pretty."
Oh god. Buck sounds wistful. Does Eddie need to marry Buck on the beach? Wait. What?
