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Buck likes to feed the ducks.
It’s a simple thing, really.
Quiet. Easy. Steady.
When he was little, Maddie would take him down to the lake with a paper bag full of bread, mostly the odds and ends no one wanted, crusts, heels, stale slices.
But to the ducks, it was a feast.
They’d sit on the worn wooden bench near the shore, shoes kicked off, toes curled into the grass, and tear the bread into tiny pieces, tossing it into the water one by one. The ducks would come paddling over in a flurry of feathers and excited quacking, pecking at the floating crumbs with enthusiastic energy.
Buck loved it.
He loved the way the water rippled out in rings, the soft sounds of beaks on water, and the way Maddie would smile at him like he was doing something important.
He was.
In his young mind, he wasn’t just feeding ducks, he was taking care of them.
Or; Over the course of his life, when things feel like too much, Buck finds a lake, feeds the ducks… and tells them all his secrets.
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24 Mar 2025
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The silence on the other end sharpens.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Buck snaps.
Eddie flinches. “Nothing. I—”
“No, come on, say it. What does that mean, Eddie?” Buck pushes, voice rising.
He feels trapped, like the walls are closing in, like he’s been backed into a corner with no way out. His palms feel sweaty, chest rising and falling too fast, too shallow, like there’s not enough air in the room.
He’s angry.
He’s hurt.
He’s confused.
He’s jealous.It’s too much all at once, emotion piling on top of emotion with nowhere to go.
And it keeps coming.
And. And. And.
His body is trembling under the weight of everything he can’t say, everything he didn’t know until now.
“I’m just saying,” Eddie starts, “it’s only been a couple of weeks and now you’re fucking Tommy Kinard in my bedroom—”
“It’s not your bedroom anymore,” Buck cuts in, his voice sharp. “You made sure of that, when you left.”
Or; 8x11 coda
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23 Mar 2025
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They don't talk about it. It just happens. And it's perfect.
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15 Nov 2024
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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am. Fuck. I am freaking out,” he agrees, lifting his head to look at Buck helplessly. “You’re in my lap.”
“I’m so extremely aware of that. You’re not wearing any pants,” Buck adds.
A smile tugs at the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “I am also very aware of that.”
Or, another take on what happened after the couch scene. Eddie *wants*. They're both brave about it.
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13 Nov 2024
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“Vidal,” Agnes says, twirling her stake between her fingers. Her voice carries over the empty cemetery, disturbing the chorus of crickets. “Don’t tell me you’re visiting your own grave. That’s just sad.”
Vidal grins. Her pointed teeth catch the moonlight. “Oh, please,” she says, brushing a bit of dirt from the name carved into the gravestone. “I wouldn’t be caught dead dying in this town. I’m just checking up on one of the locals.”
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Before guest-starring as Agent Vidal in Agatha's cop drama, Rio plays along for a few of Agatha's other TV-inspired delusions.
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21 Oct 2024