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chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky · 2 years

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Hoping to get the breakdown!fic today or tomorrow out, but it's being emotionally taxing. I need to go back to writing about food as a love language.

Buck shuts his eyes, resisting the urge to press his forehead against the damp floor to ground himself. He has to add more glue, he has to add more tape. Because Buck, at his core, is selfish. Selfish to want things he knows he doesn’t deserve. He wants Hen’s love, he wants Bobby’s parental guidance, he wants Eddie…

He wants and wants and wants.

Except he knows it’s not fair.

It’s not fair to go up to these people, broken pieces of the man he became pouring through his hands, pleading “Love me anyway?”

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chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky · 2 years

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Just for fun, have another segment of the breakdown!fic! It's long, so it's taking a bit of time :) ft. supportive Hen and classic himbo!Buck.

“Buck?” The gentle voice is back and Buck is wild. He tries to stitch himself back together before anyone turns the corner, but he’s drenched, he can’t catch his breath, and he’s on the ground.

“Jesus, Buck, this water is freezing.” Hen breathes when she crouches next to him. Buck absently watches as the water soaks her pants, the woman reaching up to the faucet to turn the water off.

Buck can’t focus on her too much because the loss of the water is making him feel adrift once more. Blinking up at Hen, he says the only thing that comes to mind. “This is the men’s locker room.” He manages to croak out, shivering.

Hen rolls her eyes. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Buck’s brain is fuzzy and there’s a lot happening, which is why he says, “But you’re, like, a lesbian.”

Hen laughs. Like, really laughs in that marvelous, startled way that usually is only retrieved from Chimney. “You’re correct. I am a lesbian.”

“Then… why?”

“Because you men are so stingy with your penises.”

It’s Buck’s turn to laugh. It’s a shock to his system and it doesn’t even sound human, but he laughs and he lets his hand on the wall slowly slide down. Shifting, he moves so he’s sitting on the ground of the showers, his uniform sticking to him like a film of ice. Hen doesn’t say anything. She merely sits next to him and places a hand on his back, and he’s filled with a love for the woman that he isn’t entirely sure how to put into words.

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