Edigo
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“Eds,” Buck sounds half exasperated with him, and half interested and that’s enough to make Eddie want to push on with the plan. “It would have to be someone who knew me so well that everyone would believe we were married. No one could know the truth and who would be willing to do that? I couldn’t ask anyone and I…”
“You don’t have to ask,” Eddie says it quickly, before Buck can say anything to make his tenuous grasp of his self confidence vanish. “I’ll do it.”
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Buck needs help; to get his inheritance money he has to be married. Eddie offers to help, because that’s what best friends do, right? He can pretend he’s not woefully in love with Buck, surely?
Or the fake marriage AU that no one asked for but got in my head.
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So maybe Buck actually is in love with his straight best friend. It's cool, though. He knows Eddie gets it, even if Maddie doesn't.
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“I guess I’m having a crisis.”
“What kind of crisis? Should I be concerned?”
“You know, juice,” says Eddie.
Juice? Is that code for something?
“This priest told me that all this time I’ve been picking water over juice,” Eddie clarifies. “Not because I don’t like juice. I actually love juice. Crave it. But I pick water over it because it’s safer.”
“I don’t understand. Is it because water’s cheaper?”
“No, not that. I guess I’ve just been trying to– You know, lean into my desire for juice. Except, I tried, tonight, and while I did enjoy it, it still wasn’t– Exactly the kind of juice I’m looking for.”
Buck is so, so lost.
“Maybe you should consider a different brand?”
“What?”
“Like, say you love juice with pulp,” Buck carries on. “But so far, you’ve only tried clear, liquid juice. Maybe you tasted juice with pulp when you were a kid, and have been looking for it since. Maybe you’re looking for something, I don’t know, familiar? Maybe it’s been right in front of you, but you keep walking past it.”
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OR A ghost is indeed haunting Buck's new house. Except, it's not the person he expects. -
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“Which do you think makes you feel most loved?”
Eddie thought for a long moment. Too long, maybe. Then he shrugged, “Honestly, Buck? I have no idea.”
Buck’s brows pinched up. “What do you mean? When have you felt the most loved?”
“Don’t make a big thing of this, Buck. Promise?”
Buck made a show of crossing his heart, brows still raised curiously.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever… really felt loved in a relationship? I’m not convinced that I know what makes me feel loved…”
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After finding out that Eddie doesn't know what his love language is, Buck sets about finding out for him. He begins a five week experiment, one for each love language, to figure out which will make Eddie feel the most loved.
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Buck’s vision was starting to blur at the edges, a dark vignette creeping in like smoke. His hand fumbled for Eddie’s sleeve but didn’t quite make contact. He slumped further down, back pressing against the base of the table, trying to stay quiet. Trying not to make this worse.
His fingers came away from his chest, soaked in red.
No one had seen it yet.
And Buck couldn’t find the air to call out.
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The 118 only meant to attend a gala—but by the end of the night, Buck was shot, and nothing was ever the same again.