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Fuck It Friday!!
Tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 both of whom shared fics I cannot wait to read!! (And probably cry through 😁) 🩵💜
I have three more kiss prompts I'm working on, but since I already posted two and another whole fic this week, I'm trying to pace myself lol. We're all back in our shooting era (I never left 😅) so I'm hoping to get Eddie's second oh moment finished soon. I wrote this last night half asleep. Does it make sense? You tell me:
Loving Buck grew over time, like a vine in his chest, curling around his ribs and beneath his sternum to cradle his heart.
The flowers bloomed before he even knew the vine was there.
And now that he knows, now that he wants to feel the softness of the petals every time Buck's shoulder brushes his own, or admire the bright blooms every time Buck smiles- now that he knows he loves Buck, he can't.
When he first met Buck, there might've been something there. Not exactly attraction, but… curiosity? Something about Buck made Eddie want to be close to him. And then they could've died together and Buck stepped into that ambulance with him without a second thought. Eddie was struggling to find help for Christopher, and too afraid to ask for it, but Buck brought him Carla without feeling like he had to ask.
Then Shannon came back, and the vine that had been in his chest since they were kids came back to life and bloomed into bright yellow flowers he wanted to nurture and protect forever.
Forever doesn't last long.
So much happened in such a short time after that. The bombing, a tsunami, Chris' nightmares, Eddie's bruises. And a lawsuit that kept Buck separated from them.
Maybe that's when the vine first started growing, trying to reach out of his chest in hopes of pulling Buck back. They had just lost Shannon, and the only other person Eddie wanted- needed- cut himself off.
When they finally mended fences, the vine started growing again, and bloomed with blue flowers as bright as Buck's eyes even as they were splashed with blood.
The shocked look on Buck's face flashes through Eddie's mind and he snaps his book shut as a reflex.
Hen looks over at him from where she's sprawled across the other armchair. “What's wrong?” she asks. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
Eddie glances around to see Buck and Chim both looking his way now.
Fuck.
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fuck it fridayyyyyyyyy
tagged by @dangerpronebuddie
oh you KNOW it's gotta be a snippet from don't just stand there. i'm hoping to have this totally finished by the time the next ep drops.
this is a bit from part four of the 5+1 eddie-keeps-walking-in-on-bucktommy-getting-nasty
He'd been thinking about the sex toy box all day. It had been a pretty slow shift, at least for the A-shift at the 118, and Tommy was on his two-off. When Bobby dismissed his team, Buck changed into his civvies fast enough to give himself whiplash, eager to spend the next twenty-four hours naked and satiated with his sweet, gentle, relentlessly seductive boyfriend.
He was so keyed up that he was the first one out the door, while Eddie and Chim were still in the showers; Tommy was already waiting in the Jeep, having moved to the passenger seat, because he knew Buck loved to drive and he was so fucking thoughtful.
Buck simply had to blow him about it.
"Jesus, Evan," Tommy gasped - Buck had barely closed the driver's side door behind him before he was licking into Tommy's mouth and fumbling at his fly. "Whatever happened to how was your day, sweetheart?"
"You can still talk with your dick in my mouth," Buck pointed out, pressing kisses along Tommy's jawline. He had a day's worth of stubble and it was driving Buck wild. "And my day was great, sweetheart, how was yours?"
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Fuck It Friday
I was tagged by @smallandalmosthonest who is trying to murder all of us with their "Eddie keeps walking in on Buck and Tommy having thee nastiest sex" fic.
I am in rarepair hell, I do admit, but I also hope to actually finish the two Buddie fics I've been promising so, have a snippet from The Gang Plays D&D*:
Of course, Atton’s an idiot, so it takes Chim’s character Hae-in pointing it out for Atton to realize he’s got a crush.
“So,” Hae-in says when Atton’s just stabbed a guy a few more times than necessary because the asshole jumped Imbolc, “are you ever going to tell him that you dream of kissing him under the moonlight or are poor underpaid knockoff assassins going to just keep suffering for your pent-up sexual frustration?”
“I don’t have any pent-up sexual frustration,” Atton replies, stabbing the corpse one more time just for the hell of it.
“Sure you don’t, buddy.”
I can’t believe it took Atton that long to realize, Eddie texts Buck later on, clearly amused.
Yeah, Buck texts back, his stomach weirdly in knots. What can I say, the guy’s high Intelligence and low Wisdom.
Who the hell is even writing. Um. @buckttommy and @princessfbi catch! *throws the hot potato at you*
*not the actual title, actual title pending
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I really hate to post something like this but lately my chest has really been bothering me so I'd like to get a binder but money is incredibly tight for my whole family rn so I don't have any chance to save up for something like this for myself as I have bills and groceries to contribute to with the small amount of money I'm able to make
So if anyone is able to support my binder goal even just a little bit it would be hugely appreciated I could even draw a little goober like this for you of any person or character if you'd like
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Thank you for even just reading this post, hope you have a lovely day!
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So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw
"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"
"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"
"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"
"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."
"… Maddie?"
"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."
There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"
"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.
"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"
Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.
"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."
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Fuck It Friday!
Thank you @tizniz and @bidisasterevankinard for tagging me!
Here's a little something from the next chapter of change the prophecy!
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“Do you ever feel like you’re living through other people?” He asks her, a couple of days after his conversation with Evan. They’re eating lunch at her place, just the two of them.
“What do you mean by that?” Maddie asks, sprinkling dressing on her salad.
“Like, you only really exist for the people around you.” Daniel tries to explain. “And you aren’t really living your own life?”
Maddie frowns. “I think I felt like that a lot when I was married to Doug.”
Daniel nods. Right, that makes sense. Of course she would have felt something like that during that time. But… But maybe this is different?
“But you still had a life,” he tries to clarify. “Just one that that piece of shit was actively making miserable.”
Maddie narrows her eyes. “Okay, so what are we comparing that to, then? Someone who genuinely doesn’t have a life? A dead person?”
“Well, obviously not a dead person,” Daniel exhales. “I don’t feel like I’m dead.”
“Glad to hear it. So what do you mean?”
Daniel exhales heavily. He doesn’t know how to explain without sounding absolutely insane.
“Sometimes it feels like, outside you guys, and my job, I don’t really exist.”
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Ship/line ask: Bobby/Athena, “What do you think you’re doing?”
Hey Ren! Thanks for the ask!
I’ve never written for Bobby/Athena but I hope you like it! ☺️
“What do you think you’re doing?” Athena spat as she came around the corner to where Bobby was standing in the dark having just come in the door, car keys in his hand, drenched from the rare LA storm. His back turned to Athena as he was just closing the door.
Bobby immediately froze and his whole body tensed up. Shit. He’d been caught.
Lightning flickered through the windows and thunder roared as Bobby’s breath quickened. He heard his late wife’s voice echoing in his ears as he stood there with his eyes closed. Memories flashing through his eyes. Of that night. The fire. Losing the kids. The anger. The helplessness. Everything. Bobby felt tears prickling in his eyes before he was brought back to the present by Athena’s voice, which was much softer now.
“Baby? Are you okay?”
He felt Athena put her hand on his shoulder and he turned around to face her.
He took a deep breath. This was not like all the other times. No no no no, this was not like all the other times. He wasn’t relapsing. He had a reason to be out this time.
Another flash of lightning flashed through the windows, lighting up Bobby’s face, his eyes glazed over as he looked at her mournfully, water dripping down his face, his hair soaked, clinging to his forehead.
Athena looked into Bobby’s eyes and she put her hand on his cheek. Her face soft and eyes glistening as the successive flashes of lightning illuminated the room.
“Where were you? Why did you leave in the middle of the night?” She asked softly, her voice gentle almost as if she was talking to a spooked animal.
Bobby sighed and paused before he spoke, “it’s Buck. Ever since he told me about his coma dream we’ve developed a habit of texting each other good morning and goodnight. A reassurance of sorts for him” Bobby chuckled softly “ and me too, I guess. That the kid isn’t still attached up to that ECMO machine in the hospital or dangling from that ladder”
Athena was absentmindedly stroking Bobby’s hand with her thumb as she waited for him to continue.
Rain was pattering softly against the window now as Bobby continued, “I was having a nightmare about Buck, that-that we didn't get to him in time and his body was just hanging there, a corpse all the life sucked out of him by the lightning. And-and I was woken up by the thunder and lightning and my first thought was-"
"Buck" Athena finished for him as Bobby looked up from his gaze which was focused downward on athena's hand now cupping his own. The two locked eyes as he nodded.
"So I fumbled for my phone and texted him, because I know he's usually up during thunderstorms-I know because I am too. But he didn't respond. So I called him and he didn't pick up. twice. Now Athena, I know he was probably asleep but my brain was running a million miles a minute. I had to go check on him and make sure he was okay. that was he was here. and breathing. and alive."
Bobby looked at Athena curiously, expecting her to be angry like his late wife that night-no this wasn't that night, he wasn't relapsing-or at least respond with her usual fiery attitude, but she didn't say anything-the silence deafening to Bobby.
Athena seemed to notice the worry crossing Bobby's face as she hummed and she squeezed Bobby's hand. bring him back to the present. a reminder that he was here. and safe and that she wasn't going anywhere. She brought Bobby's hand to her lips and kissed it gently, never letting go of his hand, before she asked softly asked, "so what happened when you got there? How was Buck?"
A twinkle of fondness appeared in Bobby's eyes and he softly smiled as he relived the memory, "Well, I got inside with my key, and I was just going to peak in Buck's bedroom to make sure he was in fact asleep, and if he was up I was going to talk to him for awhile before coming back. And when I looked in Buck's bedroom, Buck was in fact asleep, in Eddie's arms. Eddie must've come over because he knows how much Buck hates storms since the lightning."
Athena chuckled lightly at that, "Those two really care about each, other, don't they?"
The two gave each other a knowing look before Athena continued,
"Well, it seems like Buck is doing just fine tonight, and he has Eddie to take care of him, so now, let me take care of you. Why don't we get you out of these wet clothes and into some dry ones before we head back to bed, baby. We've still got a couple of hours before we need to be up"
Bobby nodded in agreement as he shivered, finally realizing how cold he was from the wet clothes that were clinging to his skin, making him feel damp and drafty, even in the warmth of the hallway. He looked down and discovered he was standing in a puddle of water.
As the two began walking toward the bedroom, Bobby spoke,
"Thanks Athena, for you know, not being mad about me sneaking out"
Athena looked at him curiously before it registered what he was referring to.
"Baby, I understand why you were out. It's not that often we get thunderstorms, and I know how much you care about Buck"
Bobby smiled at that, "Yeah I do"
She kissed his cheek as she motioned for him to follow her toward the bedroom, "Let's go get you cleaned up, and head back to bed, okay?"
As she led him into the bedroom, his hand still cupped in hers, Bobby exhaled and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding,
Yes, he wasn't relapsing, and things would be alright, even if just for tonight. Buck had someone keeping watch for him, to comfort him throughout any nightmares that came up during the rest of the storm, and Bobby did too, his beautiful wife, gosh he didn't know what to do to deserve her sometimes.
Athena turned around now in the doorway while Bobby was still at its edge, "well are you coming or are you just going to stand there?"
Bobby smiled, "I'm coming my wife, let's go back to bed"
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wip wednesday
tagged by the lovely @tizniz, @bidisasterevankinard <3 <3 <3
this week has sucked ass and it’s only wednesday. anyways, I was inspired by a post from @djdangerlove (I cannot find the original post im so sorry) about buck calling Tommy “Thomas” so here’s a little something from that:
“Do you want me to call you Buck?”
Evan’s nose scrunches up, lips pursing as he slits his eyes open to look at Tommy, slivers of electric blue in the dim light of the bedroom. “Mm–mm.” He snuffles into the pillow, sagging against the bed.
Tommy thinks that’s the end of the conversation, Evan finally passing over the threshold into sleep. But Evan mumbles something else, the sound of it soaked up by his pillow and too quiet for Tommy to hear.
“What?” Tommy asks with a quiet laugh.
Evan huffs, annoyed that his sleep keeps getting thwarted. But he turns his face, unburying it from the pillow.
“Like the way you say my name.”
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @wikiangela
So this is a direct continuation of my tease tidbit tuesday post from yesterday (sorry if i got anyone too excited for an upcoming buddietommy threesome, that’s not happening in this fic. But there will (probably) be a foursome.)
The difference between Buck and Eddie is when Buck tells a lie he immediately feels crushing guilt and has to tell the truth as immediately as possible. Meanwhile Eddie… Eddie has to double down.
The craziest thing is, Eddie actually considers it. Eddie’s pretty sure Josh fucked any remains of his weird little crush on Tommy out last night, but he’s self aware enough now to know he still finds him and his frankly obnoxious muscles and casual confidence very attractive. And Buck is- uh, Buck is objectively hot as well. Josh’s little comment on wanting to watch them in the bedroom was proof enough of that. It would probably be a fun time. An extremely hot time.
But just the idea of actually saying yes makes something in his chest tighten and curl up. So Eddie says the only thing that comes to mind.
“I can’t. I have a boyfriend.”
Josh is going to kill him.
It takes a second for Buck to process what Eddie just said, but after a moment, Buck’s eyes bulge and his mouth falls open. “You- wait- Josh?”
It’s too late for Eddie to back down. The only thing he can do is double down with a firm nod.
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Thank you to @tizniz @aroeddiediaz and @bidisasterevankinard for tagging me!
Here is a snippet from the upcoming chapter of Cowboy With A One Track Mind.
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“Evan,” Eddie calls, beaming still.
Evan struggles to catch his breath, despite standing completely still and not having recently exerted himself at all.
“H-hey.”
He forces his legs to carry him forward, across the parking lot, eliminating the final feet of distance between himself and Eddie. When he reaches him, he freezes, unsure of what to do next.
“Took me a second to recognize you with the facial hair,” Eddie teases.
A little self-consciously, Evan touches his face. The other guy had left him not quite clean shaved, but less bearded, and more just scruffy. Evan has kept up a beard of decent fullness, but no length, more or less since he lost his sister.
“It looks good,” Eddie adds quickly.
Evan smiles. “Uh, thanks. Yeah, I… I, uh, don’t know how to act right now, honestly.”
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@epicbuddieficrecs @fortheloveofbuddie @your-catfish-friend @watchyourbuck @buddieswhvre
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Q: When you first met that character, and you seemed a little standoffish and maybe threatened, and not a big fan. Do you think it's because deep down you had these... something there brewing, but you didn't know what it was?
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I think- I think you might be my person.
Buddie or BuckTommy if it sparks joy 💞🦛
Oh, we're going for the feels today huh? Have some Buddie feels, just for you my love 🥰🫶
"I think - I think you might be person."
The words hang heavy between them, thick with unspoken meaning. There's yearning behind them, years of bitten back "I love you" and "don't leave me" and "please stay, I need you." But finally, Buck will speak them, no longer afraid of the consequences. He's ready. They're ready.
Eddie looks a little stunned, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looks at Buck, takes in the open vulnerability of his expression. They're so close, just a couple more steps and they'll be there. Buck waits with bated breath, praying Eddie will take the cue and take Buck's tender, open heart delicately in his hands.
"I- we're best friends, Buck, I should hope I'm your person."
He's deflecting, Buck can tell. Eddie's had years of repression and Catholicism that've taught him to box away all his feelings and not allow himself to be authentically him.
But not anymore. They're allowed to be happy. They're allowed to have this, to have each other. Buck just needs to take that step that Eddie can't do himself, because Eddie will never let himself have something if he doesn't think Buck will want it too.
"No, Eddie. That's not what I mean, I'm not-" he sighs, mentally weighing up his options. He could back out now, pretend he was just talking about their friendship. But then they'd be back in that revolving door of bad decisions and unspoken words and Buck can't do that anymore. He won't.
"Fuck it. Eddie, you're my person because you're the most important thing in my life. You and Christopher. You're my best friend, yeah, but it's more than that, right? Every day I wake up and you're the first thing I think about. When we're not together, I feel empty, but when you're by my side it's like I'm whole, like a piece of me has been returned to my body. You're my person because there is no one else in this world I would rather spend every day with than you. I trust you with my life."
Eddie's eyes are soft and they shine with unshed tears. He's biting his lip and Buck wants nothing more than to run his thumb over it and release it from his teeth, and tenderly capture his lips with Buck's own. But he needs to finish what he's saying. Eddie has to hear it.
"Eddie I can't imagine a life without you. The sun rises and sets on you, the world revolves around you and I-" his voice breaks and he ducks his head. He can't go on, he can't say it, he's not strong enough, he's not-
Eddie's fingers curl under his chin and slowly, gently, he raises Buck's head so their eyes meet. God he's so beautiful. He's truly the most beautiful person Buck has ever seen.
"Go on," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw with emotion. "Please."
Buck sucks in a breath. It's now or never.
"I love you."
It's like the air has been knocked out of Eddie and his breath hisses from him. Buck can't breathe. The oxygen has been sucked from the room, and he can't breathe, not until Eddie speaks. Until he confirms that Buck hasn't fucked this up and read all the signals wrong.
"Please say something," he begs.
Eddie takes a step closer, his fingers never leaving Buck's chin. The gap between them closes until they're chest to chest, nose to nose, close than they've ever been before. Eddie's lips ghost against his, a tentative brush, as though he's testing the waters. Buck tilts his head ever so slightly and, emboldened, Eddie kisses Buck properly this time, their lips moving in sync with one another and oh, this is what's been missing from Buck's life.
It's like the world has a new meaning now because hold fuck, Eddie is kissing him. His best friend, the love of his life, the man he'd almost convinced himself he would never be allowed to have, is kissing him back as though he feels the same. There's such tenderness and emotion with the way Eddie kisses him, as though they were born for this. As though they were made for one another. Two halves of a whole, destined to be with one another regardless of circumstance.
Eddie pulls away from him and rests his forehead against Buck's, his lips pressed tightly together. He's breathing heavily and fast, as though he's moments away from a panic attack.
Buck gently touches Eddie's arm, just above the elbow. Eddie doesn't pull away, staying completely still.
"Eds?" Buck says, voice quiet and full of choked up emotion.
Eddie licks his lips and takes a deep breath, as though steeling himself, and Buck feels sick. He's going to say he doesn't feel it, that Buck is alone in this journey, that they're just friends and Buck has misread the signs. Eddie can't, he won't, won't ever-
"I love you too."
Send me a ship and a sentence and I'll finish it!!
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for a moment i knew cosmic love (i might just not get up)
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buddie / "will you go to a cooking class with me?" (feel free to switch up the wording) (i imagine it's like one of them acquired a free cooking class in some random way like a raffle or something and invites the other)
“Will you go to a cooking class with me?”
It’s the first thing Buck’s said in at least an hour, which is strange in itself. That the invitation’s low and hoarse like it’s been forcibly squeezed out of his throat makes Eddie lift a confused brow, once he glances up and realizes Buck is indeed talking to him—and blushing, and white-knuckling his phone in both hands.
Eddie can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Buck blush. He’s not sure if it’s concerning or suspicious or both. Neither concern nor suspicion would be enough to make him disagree anyway, so he just shrugs. “Sure. When?” he asks.
“Uh, Saturday.”
“Yeah, all right. I think I’m fr—“
“You are,” Buck interrupts. “I—I checked your calendar.”
Right. Probably when he came over yesterday. They tried watching a movie but Buck fell asleep halfway through it, drooled all over Eddie’s shoulder. “We’re not cooking something weird, right?”
“It’s peas.”
“What?”
“It’s—cooking with peas.”
“Okay.” Eddie’s mystified and has definitely tipped over into concern, trying to decipher whatever this is.
Buck, for his part, is still going: “Yeah. Peas and other seasonal produce, like—onions and, uh, I—I think rhubarb.”
“You like all those things,” Eddie says.
“I—I do.” Buck ducks his chin. Eddie sits back, eyes narrowed.
“Buck,” he urges. “What’s wrong, man?”
“The class is for two people,” Buck says.
“Yeah, I got that.”
“Eddie.” He sounds strangled and appears desperate, possibly a little nauseous.
Eddie doesn’t understand until Buck takes this big, resigned breath and looks up at him from beneath his lashes. His heart lurches. It’s for two people. It’s a couples’ cooking class, and Buck wants him to go. “Oh,” he says, smiling, and Buck brightens.
“It’s a farm-to-table thing,” he says.
“That’s what I’m usually thinking about on a date,” Eddie says, hooking his ankle around Buck’s beneath the table. “Where the peas come from.”
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wip wednesday
tagged by @tizniz 💖
more of the will talk fic bc they're finally talking about it and this is so close to being done! (hopefully🤞 as always it's getting longer than expected haha)
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"(...) He- he didn’t even tell me until like a year later, when he-” Buck takes a sharp breath, an even more unpleasant memory replacing the previous one. Suddenly he can feel the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, and the rough asphalt scraping his hands, and he needs to take a deep breath. Tommy tightens his arm around him, maybe he can feel Buck tensing up, can sense that whatever he's about to say is upsetting. “After he got shot.” Buck finally whispers.
“You know,” Tommy starts, his tone bright and casual but gentle, clearly wanting to lighten the mood, always just knowing what Buck needs, and Buck’s so grateful. He doesn’t want to talk about all those traumatic things now, that’s a whole other topic, that they scratched the surface of already, and soon they’d go deeper, but not today. Today it’s just for context for the other important conversation they’re having. “I’m starting to think I lucked out that I left the 118. You guys seem to be cursed or something.” he teases, pressing a gentle kiss to Buck’s temple, and an easy, breathy laugh bubbles out of Buck, tension leaving his body, as he melts against his boyfriend.
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Tease tidbit Tuesday
Tagged by @your-catfish-friend @cal-daisies-and-briars @wikiangela
Prayer circle for me to actually finish the first chapter of the jeddie ewb fic sometime this week 🙏. In the meantime, here’s a scene of what should be a very nice and heartfelt coming out moment going completely off the rails 🤭🤭🤭.
(Also I am taking suggestions for names for this fic. Currently i threw some random Taylor Swift lyrics on there for a title but i could do with something more accurate)
Eddie stares. He can’t have heard that right. “Are you-” He cuts himself off, and quickly turns his head side to side to check for anyone who might be listening in. The gym’s empty though. Thank god. “Are you offering me a threesome with you and Tommy?” he hisses.
Buck flushes bright red, but he doesn’t back down. “It’s not that crazy!” He insists. “I mean- Tommy’s a, uh, a really good teacher, and it, it wouldn’t be the first time. For, um, for us.”
Eddie didn’t need to know this. He can’t believe this is happening. What the fuck.
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Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕
Buddie fic title:
If only I knew you had electric fingerprints
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Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛
After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.
He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.
Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!
Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?
And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.
When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.
Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading then to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.
"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.
"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."
"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.
And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.
How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.
He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.
But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.
Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-
Dear Christopher.
He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.
As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.
In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.
It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.
He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.
Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.
He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.
Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.
"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.
He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.
“Hey, buddy…”
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