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“You got a problem with my technique?” Cas was quiet while fluffy snowflakes landed on his hair, but his head slowly tilted. His eyes dropped to Dean’s lips. “No. I do not.”
The team is sequestered in the mountains, you know the scenery, and Dean isn't dealing with his feelings, go figure.
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She didn’t know what had gotten into him all of a sudden, but Rose Tyler had learned not to miss opportunities.
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“What’s day or night to us, anyway?” Post-Dalek, some time for earthly beauty and healing touch.
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"What do you want to live like, Doctor?" A story of cats and denial.
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Love Always, The Doctor by chiaroscuroverse, fleurdeneuf for SelenaTerna
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005)
23 Feb 2018
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Rose Tyler-Foreman has been running her cafe and taking care of her daughter, Susan, on her own since the death of her husband, and never thought she’d be in love again. But when Susan writes a letter to Father Christmas, that just might change everything.
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“Aren’t you gonna tell me all about the Mississippi river?” Eddie asks, his voice thick with warmth, almost tender.
Buck narrows his eyes. “Do you wanna hear facts about the river?”
“Buck, if you have things to say, I want to hear them.”
The sun doesn’t break through the clouds, but it’s like the sky brightens, for just a moment, burnishing highlights in Eddie’s hair and finding new flecks of color in his eyes. Buck feels heat travel down the back of his neck.
or: Two firefighters. Two thousand miles. One realization they probably should’ve had a long time ago.
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Eddie Diaz.
Ghosting bastard. Shirtless menace. Walking thirst trap.
Looks him dead in the eye and says “nice to meet you” like Buck doesn’t have the receipts. Like they didn’t match. Flirt. Make plans.
Like Buck didn’t get stood up in public, drink in hand, heart in pieces.Bookmarked by chiaroscuroverse
30 Mar 2026
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A person who listens to whatever inane, mundane shit Buck is incapable of not spouting? Actually listens, with interjected questions and regular mmhms of acknowledgement? Indulgent of every tangent, every spiel, unless Buck is actively sowing terror in the hearts of victims on calls with his worst-case scenario stories.
He has that person. Eddie. According to May, that makes Eddie his person, a thought that has a bloom of warmth unfurling in his chest.
It might not be romantic, but it’s—it’s something.
And it’s worth Buck trying to get back to who they were. When their shift is over, he follows Eddie home like he might’ve done a year ago.
or, buck learns about bird theory. eddie, unsurprisingly, is the only one who passes with flying colours
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“You were drunk. I know it didn’t mean anything. Everything’s alright.”
Buck visibly winces. “That’s not — Eddie.”
There’s a suspended moment where Buck looks torn, standing on the edge of something, eyes fixed on the horizon to avoid looking at the drop, the precipitous canyon below. But then Buck, who can’t lie, who would tear his own chest open to a complete stranger on the street because the truth of him spills so loudly out of every jagged edge, sighs out:
“It meant something.”
There’s a ringing sound somewhere in the distance, getting closer. “What are you…” Eddie trails off.
“I wasn’t — well, I was drunk. But that wasn’t what. Wasn’t why. Not entirely, or — god.” Buck shudders in a breath, steeling himself. “I have feelings for you.” He closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
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Buck confesses his feelings. Eddie’s straight. If he spends all his time thinking about Buck and looking at Buck and wanting to be around Buck, well, that’s just being a good friend, isn’t it? He’s being so normal about this, actually.
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“Look, you’re my family, a-and I want you guys to be on board with this.” Buck is tense, anxious. Eddie should really say something. Be supportive. “But it’s happening either way. So.”
Bobby leans over to clap Buck on the shoulder, staring him straight in the eye as he does. “I am happy for you, Buck. As long as you’re sure.”
Some of the tension falls away from Buck’s posture. He smiles. “I am. Sure. I’m super sure.”
“Alright then.” Bobby pats Buck’s shoulder once more before he pulls away. “Congratulations, kid.” Buck visibly exhales in relief, which Eddie finds solace in despite the fact that he’s currently being stabbed with a thousand tiny knives.
Or: Buck is getting married. He is.