Fics like bedtimes stories will haunt ya'

“You did nothing wrong,” Eddie says, words firm but gentle. He needs Buck to know that, to understand nothing he did when he was four—god, he was four, so little and so new to the world and already having these terrible thoughts—would equate to his father’s attempt of murdering Buck for some twisted reason they may never know. “Absolutely nothing. God, Buck, no parents should hurt their kid, let alone try and kill them. You couldn’t have done anything wrong. You were four, Buck. Four." “I existed, Eddie,” Buck whispers, “That was enough for them to hate me; enough for my father to try and kill me. Because I existed.” - or; at a family bbq, buck cant resist getting one thing straight with his parents: they arent good parents. if things he's been hiding for nearly thirty years come to light, well, least it's not another hidden, dead sibling? or or; i hate bucks parents and make them worse for funsies!

Fics like bedtimes stories will haunt ya'

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