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i haven’t reeeeally started writing anything other than planning this out broadly because it’s very plot heavy but got a little lost thinkin about the intimacy of shaving the other day so this is from x files au in some shitty shared motel room while they’re cryptid hunting or chasing aliens idk we’ll figure it out
When he emerges, hair towelled dry and in clean clothes, Eddie frowns at him.
“What?” he asks. “Promise I didn’t finish all the hot water.”
“No, you just look—” Eddie gestures at Buck’s face, “—scruffier than usual.”
“Oh,” Buck says, running a hand over his day-four stubble. “I forgot my razor.”
“Oh,” Eddie’s face clears, “just use mine.”
Buck swallows. “Um. Okay. Thanks.”
Eddie nods at him and goes back to squinting at his phone, so Buck about-faces and re-enters the bathroom.
It’s not a big deal, he tells himself as he foams up his face. It’s like—like sharing a hairbrush. Intimate, sure, not something you’d tend to do with people you don’t know well, but it’s not a big deal.
He wets the razor and brings it to his throat, heart hammering there so violently it feels like his Adam’s apple is trying to get out. If his hand doesn’t stop trembling he’s going to nick himself, and God, he is being absolutely fucking ridiculous.
Deep breath. The razor glides over the thin skin of his throat, muscle memory even as he stares at himself in the mirror. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this every morning, using this very razor. Blade edge kissing his jaw the same way it kisses Eddie’s. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this for him, hand holding his chin as he shaves Buck carefully, grip firm when he turns Buck’s face this way and that. Doesn’t think about Eddie kissing where the blade kissed him first.
Doesn’t think about any of that when he rinses the razor clean and slots it back into the travel mug, where Buck’s toothbrush rests against Eddie’s with such easy familiarity it’s about to spark a whole new crisis.
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It's been a month without Mav, here is a jumble of thoughts about it, in no particular order:
Mav was the coolest dog in the world
He was also pretty high-maintenance (in terms of exercise specifically); my exercise has plummeted without him. I have a lot more free time and I'm not really sure what to do with myself.
It was really, really fun to dabble in sports with Mav, but the titles don't really mean anything to me now. I love thinking back at the trial experiences (specifically the mishaps - alerting on cheese, visiting the judges, stealing toys) but I don't really care about the letters or certificates anymore.
In contrast, the Top CKC Rally Brittany brings me a lot of comfort. I like that Mav will be recorded in the brittany spaniel archives. I'll be really sad when we get usurped.
I'm glad I found a good group of people for dog sports. I could have gone so many different directions, and I'm so glad I went with the "be kind to your dog above all else" and I think a huge part of that was the community I found irl.
Mav's breeder is a gem, she has checked in with me so many times and I appreciate that so much.
I wish I had known more about training and handling before I got Mav. I'm sad for the gaps in his foundations and I wish I had known more to set him up better from the beginning.
I'm so happy he got to have so many adventures - big ones and little ones. I could have done more, but I think he got a lot.
I'm pretty sure his last thought was about a cookie, which doesn't really matter, but feels very on brand for him.
I can't remember the last time I smooched his head and that makes me kind of sad. Doubtless it was at the vet's but I can't remember for sure.
I spread his ashes in the area where he most liked hiking, and every time I've gone hiking there since then, I've thought of it as visiting Mav.
I still haven't thrown out his gross kitty cat stuffy, it's still sitting on top of his crate.
I'm really grateful for the people I got to meet through Mav.
I'm really happy I was so consistent about posting on Tumblr, I have such a good archive of his whole life and I love that.
just remembered a wip i had which was jay at uni meeting normal people and desperately trying to act cool and normal whilst internally screaming about being in a whole new place with all new people and not having his gang with him