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clusterbuck · 2 months

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hiatus codas: 2x07 haunted

(this is only a 2x07 coda in a well, technically sense of the term)

“this is never going to fit,” eddie grumbles, dropping his head into his hands.

there’s footsteps behind him, and he hears buck’s low laugh. “having fun without me, gorgeous?”

eddie rolls his eyes, but he can’t stop the laugh that escapes him. “the wedding won’t fit,” he says, gesturing at the pieces of paper strewn across the kitchen table. “we’ve cut the guest list three times, and there’s still way too many people. we’re gonna end up with people standing in the aisle.”

“and we definitely can’t do that?” buck asks. eddie tilts his head to look up at his fiancé, squinting to see him in the strong backlight of the midday sun.

“how are you gonna walk down the aisle if people are standing in it?” he asks.

“i’m walking down the aisle now?” buck asks. “i thought we landed on neither of us?”

eddie turns back to face the table and groans. “we did,” he says. “but then—i kind of thought—it might be nice. maybe we both could.”

buck leans down to press a kiss to his shoulder, just above the collar of his t-shirt. he grabs a chair and scoots it over, as close to eddie’s as he can get. he props his feet up on the stretcher and tucks his knees against eddie’s thigh, leans over and kisses the corner of eddie’s jaw.

“yeah, we could,” buck says. “we can do whatever we want.” he grins, and it travels through eddie, still sparking like lighting in his veins though he sees it just about every day now.

“well, almost whatever we want,” buck amends, and eddie doesn’t even have time to frown before buck adds, “we can do anything except invite this many people to our current venue.”

despite himself, eddie laughs.

“okay, so. we need to cut some people,” he says, then looks at buck. “do we have to invite my parents?”

“no,” buck says. “but you did tell me not to let you uninvite them.”

“did i?” eddie tries, and buck looks unimpressed. he digs in his pocket for his phone.

“want me to play the voice memo?”

eddie lets his mouth twist into a pout, and buck just laughs and reaches for him, one hand landing on his jaw to pull him closer for a kiss.

“fine, my parents stay,” eddie says. “but we do have to kick somebody out.”

buck leans over to look at the guest list, one hand on eddie’s thigh for balance. “well, here’s one,” he says. “why is abby on the list?”

“i thought you added her,” eddie says. “aren’t you supposed to invite exes to weddings?”

“you would know,” buck says. “you’re the one that’s had a wedding before.”

eddie snorts. “yeah, but at that point exes would have been like… junior year prom dates. that’s a little different.”

“yeah, okay,” buck concedes. “but we can still take abby off the list.”

“you sure you don’t want to invite her?” eddie asks. he puts his hand over buck’s, still resting on his thigh. “i mean—you can, if you want. i don’t mind.”

“not afraid she’s going to steal me away?” buck asks, and eddie hears the teasing note in his voice but lets just a hint of possession slip into his own anyway.

“i know she wouldn’t,” he says, and buck squeezes his thigh, face twisting into a smirk as he leans in to kiss him.

“she couldn’t,” he murmurs, lips brushing eddie’s with every word. “no one could.”

“even though she made you the man you are today?” eddie asks, and buck rolls his eyes.

“i never said that,” he says. “i said she made me a better man. which—is true, god, you never met buck 1.0 so you don’t know this—but then i met you.”

“maybe we should invite her to the wedding,” eddie muses. “i should thank her for fuddling you.”

buck bursts out laughing. “baby,” he says, fitting his hand to eddie’s cheek. “do you mean fumbling?”

eddie sighs and leans into buck’s hand. “is that what the kids are saying?”

“have been,” buck confirms, running his thumb along eddie’s cheekbone. “for several years now.”

“well, you know what i mean,” eddie grumbles, grabs buck’s wrist and turns to press a kiss to his palm. “but i guess we don’t need to invite her just for that. i can send her a fruit basket.”

buck’s laughter echoes through the kitchen, bright and clear.

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