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Theo plops himself onto the closed toilet seat, drowning in his Spider-Man robe while Eddie blow-dries his hair. He leans his face into Eddie’s stomach, humming to himself and fiddling with one of his bath toys that he’d rescued before being plucked from the water. The tub slowly drains, the bathroom is humid and nice-smelling, and there’s the weight of a toddler against him. Eddie isn’t just falling asleep, he can feel the stress of the day melting away.
He sighs. Theo tips his chin to look at him and sighs back, flaring his nostrils like they’re two tigers communicating in chuffs.
“I’m happy that you’re here, Eddie.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. He aims the blow dryer down the back of Theo’s robe, making him giggle. “Me too, kiddo.”
or, Buck needs some help putting Theo to bed. Eddie has his back.
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17 May 2026
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SO CUTE BUDDIETHEO WITH A SPRINKLE OF CHRIS AT THE END 😭😭😭
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A bunch of Ao3 Skins with flag pride colors!
Happy pride month!
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- Part 7 of CSS code scripts for Ao3
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She jerks back, ankle knocking against the corner of a barstool, causing her to wince.
Buck blinks, thrown, his hand dropping from her chin. “Hey—what? Did I—”
Shaking her head, she smiles. “No, just—later. I’m— Buck, I’m covered in someone else’s blood. Feels like a bad call for a first kiss.”
Buck stares at her blankly for a beat. Then, softly, he says, “Eddie.”
Her nose scrunches. “I know. It’s— second kiss. Technically. But—”
“Eddie,” he cuts in, “I brought up marriage five minutes into this date. I asked if you thought Bobby would officiate. I live in your house. I’m in your will, and have been for— half a decade.”
or: Buck and Eddie’s first date has gone a little sideways, but is far from ruined.
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Eddie should’ve closed the window.
They’d opened it the night before, letting cool air sweep through the house while they slept. Now, late morning heat saturated the room. Sweat gathered at the nape of Eddie’s neck, wetting the ends of her hair. Dripping tendrils curled around her ears, clinging to her skin.
Her hand was soaked, too—fingers and palm and around to the back of it.
A thought occurred to her. Lifting her hand, Eddie pressed the pads of her index and middle fingers to her thumb. She rubbed them together and felt the raised ridges catch.
Like sitting in bathwater too long, her fingertips were pruned from Buck’s cunt.
The absurdity of the comparison made Eddie smile.