Fics like nashville revelations

“We need to talk,” Buck says. He barrels straight past Eddie, who is very much still standing in the middle of the damn doorway. He turns to watch Buck pace into the room, door still open behind him. Mildly, Eddie says, “Okay. Can we do that in the morning?” “I have to— now. It’s urgent, Eddie. This is—this is serious, and I need to say it now, or I’m going to explode, and you’ll have to drive home alone and explain what happened to Maddie, and you’ll have to bury just—just chunks of me, Eddie. Buck chunks. It’ll be the most closed casket of all time. They’ll have to put my casket in another casket just to make sure no one ever sees me. It would—” “Okay, hey, slow your roll—” Eddie closes the door behind him, turning to watch as Buck stalks all the way inside like he owns the place. Or: Buck, after drinks with Dixie at the bar, is unable to go through with hooking up. He needs to tell Eddie why. Immediately.

Fics like nashville revelations

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