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sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol
just to be clear, im still 10000% about buddie but im gonna enjoy this while it lasts bc I feel like this is exactly what buck needs rn lol I just wanna write him be giddy and stupid and flustered about a boy even if that's not eddie haha (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)
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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?
“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.
“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”
“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.
“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”
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How would the RO's react to MC biting them out of nowhere (affectionately)?
LOL ah, of course, the universal neurodivergent sign of affection
A. Bellefleur; confused at first, assumes they've done something to upset you. once you explain they chuckled fondly and lightly bite your shoulder in return ("I want to tell you that I love you in every language," they explain matter-of-factly)
K. Valiev; they barely flinch, smiling confusedly at you. once you explain they nod in understanding, you notice that they aren't wearing their heavy armour around you if they can possibly help it (they wear their light armour, the material softer on your mouth and teeth)
A. Caras; they grumble at you, asking what the hell that was for. once you explain, you find that they start doing the same to you every so often, their teeth grazing your shoulder or arm before they go back to whatever they were doing
T. Bellefleur; laughs, asking you what you think you're doing. once you explain, they laugh delightedly, pressing a light kiss to your cheek ("in that case, firecracker, you can bite me whenever you want," they grin proudly, overjoyed at your alternate method of affection)
M. Serrel; they gently flick your nose, asking you why you'd bite them. once you explain, they press a purposely loud kiss to your lips ('mwah' sound and all) and coo how cute you are for that, you find they do it every now and again with a giggle before going back to whatever they were doing
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IS "CHAPTER SEVEN: QUESTION...?" FOR MAROON OMG
yuup! so, song reveal for chapter seven, i guess? we've got everything this chapter: miscommunication, public fights, screaming matches, and... drunk interrogations of each other?
snippet below the cut <3
“Hello, how can I transfer your call-”
The line goes dead, cut off by a ringed finger jabbing down on the receiver.
And oh, fury doesn’t even begin to cover what you feel as you look up to see a just as furious Eddie.
“What the hell do you think you’re-” you begin to hiss, not hesitating as you reach out to yank his hand away from the phone by his wrist.
He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, “I have called you seven times.”
You don’t flinch. After all, this is one of the outcomes you’d secretly hoped for when you’d turned your phone off this morning – for him to have finally texted, maybe even called, only to get your voicemail.
Probably fucked up, but it clearly worked.
But now that it’s worked, the reality is crashing down. Eddie is here, in the middle of your office, full of coworkers who know who he is. Every eye is on the two of you as you tamp down all that rile in you prepared to fight.
You signed an NDA. They can’t know he’s your client.
“Mr. Munson-”
“Don’t give me that bullshit,” he snaps, “I called you seven times and got voicemail every single time. Sent you-”
“Eddie,” you fight back with more urgency, leaning forward to match his glare, all those eyes burning on you two, “Conference room. Now.”
He opens his mouth, probably to keep arguing, until he watches your eyes dart about the crowded room. Slowly, he meets the curious gaze of every single one of your coworkers, and finally gets the message.
“Right,” he breathes out, still sounding every bit pissed off as he looks, but standing up straight from where he’d leaned over your desk, “Conference room. Lead the way, Sugar.”
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