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Mystery Work
Part of rtfanfic
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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01 Jul 2025
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Buck doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t warn him—just lifts his hand and pricks the needle into the back of it.
Eddie barely has time to register the movement before a sudden sting blooms across his skin. His body jerks in an instinctive flinch, breath hitching as he stares down at the back of his hand in disbelief. A tiny bead of blood wells up, vivid against his skin.
What the fuck?
His head snaps up to the screen, heart hammering. Buck is ghost-pale, his breathing uneven, wide eyes locked onto Eddie’s reaction. There’s a flicker of shock, then something like confirmation.
Buck lifts his own hand, a matching red bead of blood on the back of it. The pieces slot into place.
Eddie swallows hard, his pulse pounding in his ears. Buck looks scared.
“Eddie—our bodies are linked.”
or: the one where buck and eddie's bodies are linked
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01 Jul 2025
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He’s so close. But Buck’s face sways even closer, eyes laser-focused on Eddie’s mouth, like he wants to ensure that what he whispers next make its way inside:
“The quiet, closeted catastrophe of Edmundo Diaz—performed nightly for an audience of none.”
Eddie flinches like the words hit skin. For a second, all the noise in his head goes silent, leaving gaping awareness and the awful, naked feeling of being seen.
“W-what—” Eddie’s voice cracks and he’s trying to frown, trying to be mad, but he feels exposed, so his words come out broken, quiet and confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
or: buck fights back during the kitchen scene in 8x17 and it sends eddie spiralling
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30 Jun 2025
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After a while, he whispers it, barely louder than the rustle of his sheets.
A wish, a prayer, maybe it’s a plea.
“I want to know everything.”
It spills out of him in the stillness that follows, not loud, not dramatic, just the quiet truth of it.
“I wish you’d let me know you. I wish you trusted me with the parts you never show. The fears you don’t name. The secrets you keep buried so deep even you don’t look at them for long.
I wish I’d known you before life made you flinch. Before war and heartbreak, before your smile got quieter. I wish I’d seen the kid you were, so I could understand how you became the man I’m—
Buck pauses, the words catching in his throat.
—the man I’ve fallen in love with, without a shred of logic or timing or self-preservation.
I wish you’d let me know you.”
Or; Buck makes a wish and it comes true. So he spends the following twenty four hours with Eddie aging up three years every time he falls asleep.
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12 Jun 2025
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"Buck actually doesn't even know why he's here tonight. It had seemed fun at the start. Go with a friend, drink a bit, maybe get lucky. But, as he surveys the very shady and very much illegal fight club gathered around him, he has to wonder if this is really his scene or if he'd much rather stick to his seedy local bar and dating apps. At least there he knows what he’ll find and he’s ready for whatever gets thrown his way. Yea, it’s not the safest option for hookups but he knows this can’t be much better."
Or, Buck 1.0 meets fight club era Eddie. That's it. That's the fic.
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- Part 4 of Soup's Buddie Smut Fics
Bookmarked by cherry5683
07 Jun 2025