Fics like pillow talk

Buck is a lot. Eddie knows Buck is a lot. Buck knows Buck is a lot. But every single person who ever said that to Buck said it like a warning. Like a disclaimer, a heads-up, a you-should-know-what-you're-getting-into before getting too close so they can't say they weren't told. And Eddie has never, not once, wanted Buck to be less. The surplus, the overflow, the fourth tangent on a story that started somewhere else entirely — that's not the price of Buck. That is Buck. And more of Buck has only ever meant more to love, and Eddie spent enough years running on empty to know what it means when someone fills up every room they walk into so completely that Eddie is overflowing with it most days. "Eddie. Are you listening?" Eddie nods. "Gym Katie is alone at the gym and she's upset." Buck blinks. His mouth is still open from the sentence he was about to say, his hands still mid-gesture, and he looks genuinely thrown, like he expected to catch Eddie zoning out and instead got caught himself. Caught being heard. "You were listening," Buck says, a little breathlessly. Eddie smiles. "I'm always listening." Or, Eddie finds beauty in the mundane.

Fics like pillow talk

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