Hi, for the intimacy prompts - 19 (maybe something along the lines of buck asking Eddie to teach him how to take care of his curls after he’s had years of perfecting Chris’ hair - but honestly take it in whichever direction you like!!)
Hi anon, no worries about the slight error - I got you! Hopefully you like what I came up with :)
41. washing each other’s hair
"Dammit!" Buck runs a hand through his hair, dishevelling his hair and leaving his curls in a complete dissaray.
Eddie appears in the doorway a moment later, concern splashed across his face, "Hey, what's going on?"
"Nothing." Buck grumbles, throwing his items back into his toiletries bag, "Don't worry about it."
"When has that ever worked?" Eddie steps into the bathroom behind Buck. Their gazes meet in the mirror. There's a bemused smile on Eddie's face. "New do?"
"Fuck off." Buck rolls his eyes, no real heat behind his words. "I just..." His shoulders slump, "It's stupid."
"No, it's not." Eddie's hand rubs up and down Buck's back, "Talk to me."
"I want..." Buck tilts his head down, staring at the sink, "I want to treat my curls right. I want to embrace them. I don't want to hide them anymore."
There's a heartbeat of silence before Eddie speaks. Buck realizes he was waiting to see if anything else was going to be said before replying. Considerate.
"That's not stupid, Buck." Eddie tells him, fingers curling around Buck's shoulder and squeezing, "I think that's fantastic."
"Except...I suck at it. I can't..." He gestures blindly at his head, "Look."
"Curls are tricky." Eddie hums, thumb moving along the top of Buck's spine. "Took me a while to learn how to take care of Christopher's."
Buck lifts his head, meeting Eddie's gaze shyly in the mirror, "W-will you help me?"
A soft smile blossoms on Eddie's lips, "I would love to help you."
Two hours later finds them back in the bathroom. They'd gone to Target where Eddie had pointed out products that worked for Chris and Buck looked up ones that would work for him. Just because he and Chris both have curls, doesn't mean their textures are the same. But eventually, products were selected and they went back to Eddie's place. Back home.
Buck is on his knees, a towel cushioned under them, braced on the shower chair Chris uses while Eddie adjusts the heat, testing the water spraying from the detachable head.
"Alright, ready?" Eddie asks and once Buck confirms, the spray soaks into his curls.
Buck closes his eyes and lets Eddie do his thing.
"Going to shampoo first." Eddie's voice is gentle amongst the spray of the water against the wall as he moves the head out of the way. Buck nods and then shivers when he feels fingers starting to scratch as his scalp.
Eddie's fingers, long and capable, work the special curl shampoo into Buck's hair, scritching along his scalp and causing goosebumps to appear along Buck's spine.
Once he's apparently satisfied, Eddie grabs the showerhead and starts the rinsing process, careful to remove all the product.
"Okay, conditioner..."
Eddie repeats the action and Buck finds himself sort of hazily drifting as those fingers return to his hair. The last person to wash his hair had been Maddie after Buck had his leg crashed and showering was too difficult on his own. But he'd been so bitter and angry at the world, feeling helpless and useless that he'd never relaxed. It's different now, with Eddie.
Buck knows this is how Eddie shows his love: taking care of those he cares about. And Buck definitely feels loved right now. Has from the moment Eddie appeared in the doorway, prepared to help Buck however he can.
Ridiculously, tears spring to Buck's eyes as Eddie starts to rinse out the conditioner, and he finds himself glad that his face is tucked away in his arms, hiding himself from Eddie.
"We're going to do this special mask now, to rejuvenate your curls, alright?"
Buck nods and lets Eddie keep going. God, how did he get so lucky to have someone like Eddie in his life? Buck doesn't quite feel deserving of it. But he's glad for Eddie regardless.
"Hey." The water has been turned off, and Eddie's damp hand rests against Buck's bare back, thumb moving along the skin there, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing."
"Buck." Eddie says softly and then he's guiding Buck into an upright position, sitting back on his heels and blinking tearily over at Eddie. "Oh, honey..." He wraps Buck in a hug, uncaring of the water dripping down Buck's shoulder. "You're okay. You're alright."
"Th-th-thank you." Buck hiccups into Eddie's shoulder. "For h-helping me."
"Always." Eddie turns and presses a kiss to Buck's neck. "I will always help you, Buck."
Buck sniffs and nods, tucking himself a little closer to Eddie. There's a few more steps to do, some more things Eddie needs to show him, but Buck thinks that can wait for a moment.
One day, a couple months after Bobby dies, Buck gets a notification in his phone that Bruce Springsteen is touring again and there’s going to be a date in LA.
And he’s torn, because, on one hand, the idea going to a Springsteen concert without Bobby brings up this fresh, awful kind of grief, and why did he forget to unsubscribe from that mailing list anyways, and it’s just another reminder of Bobby is dead, and things will never be the same.
And on the other hand, the thought of not going feels awful in a different kind of way, because he knows that Bobby would have loved to go to this, and he would have wanted Buck to go, and, who knows, maybe Bruce Springsteen will decide that he’s officially done touring for real this time, and Buck will have missed out on his last chance to see him in concert one last time, which would mean missing out on this one last chance to connect with Bobby in this way, even if just in spirit.
So he buys two tickets, because he knows that he can’t not go, but he can’t go alone. But he can’t go with Maddie, because she doesn’t like Springsteen, and he can’t go with Eddie, because he’d just be worried about how Buck is doing the whole time, and he can’t go with anyone else, really, because it just wouldn’t be the same, and there’s really only one person who he can even imagine bringing.
So yeah, he brings Chris to his first Springsteen concert. This is an activity for a father and his son, after all.
They have abandonment issues. They hate change. They fear what they can not control. They like to fix things and help people. They look really fucking good in pink. They're kinda the same.
oops, i buddie'd a bit too close to the sun and barfed up 3.4k words woo!
by all means
buddie | T | 3,497 words | on AO3
this is set during/post S6 E11 "In Another Life" so spoiler warning!
God, he’s never going to look at a hospital the same way again.
Buck shakes off the thought; weird, admittedly kinda scary, ComaBobby’s simple “Go.” echoing in his head, the sight of Maddie’s arm, the rosary beads clutched in real Bobby’s hands keeping him running down another endless hallway.
Running, running, running. Methodically checking himself as he goes, lest his dumb real-him lungs start to give out.
He finally makes it to the next tee, and is about to take off down the hall to the left when,
“Can you help me find my dad?”
Oh no
No no no nonono he cannot see what his brain will cook up with that one.
“Sorry, you’re not real and I have to leave.” Buck tells Chris right to his adorable little face.
He looks away, muttering “Always gonna feel guilty about that one…” and takes off down the hall.
Finally, finally, he makes it; the door out to his world, the real world, only millimeters from his fingers when it’s tugged inward out of reach.
“Daniel?”
“Evan.” his brother says coolly, closing the door behind him.
“You’re not leaving, are you?”
“I have to.” Buck says, smiling, “My life isn’t here. It’s there."
“What about me?”
Something cold and dread-flavored drops into his stomach.
“You’re not just gonna leave me here. Alone.” Daniel continues as if he couldn't, won’t imagine Buck leaving without him.
“Daniel, this is hard for me, don’t make it harder.” he pleads to Daniel’s unwavering expression. “I–I finally know what it would have been like to have an older brother and I love you.. But you’re not real. None of this is.”
Again, Buck reaches for the door, but is blocked by Daniel’s hand.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t I deserve to live? What if I want to exist, hm?
“Out there, I don’t. Out there, I’m barely a memory. Out there, I am nothing.
“The real world sucks, that’s the beauty of this place, It can be anything you want it to be.” he grins, “You could have it all, here.
“Like the family you never had.”
Buck opens his mouth to protest; he already has the family he needs. His real family who need him when suddenly, a third figure lopes into their stretch of the hallway; stopping himself short from his half-panicked jog.
Oh Jesus Christ.
“Buck! There you are Cariño,” Eddie sighs, striding the couple steps more to cup Buck’s face in both hands, those dark eyes of his studying every minuscule inch of his face. “Are you okay? Have you seen Christopher?”
“Eddie, wha—“
“It’s okay, querido, we can look for him together,” Eddie’s hands slide from his cheeks and down his arms, grabbing tight to Buck’s fingers and tugging him back the way he came.
Cariño, querido.. He may not be fluent, but he knows these. Buck 1.0’s attempts to broaden his horizons into LA’s much more common romantic language for the sake of getting his dick wet.
“No, no Eddie wait,” Buck manages to pull one of his hands free, “I have to—” he looks back at Daniel, “What is happening?”
“This is your mind, Evan, there’s nothing you can deny or hide or brush off like it’s nothing. Including your feelings for your best friend.” Daniel says, while Eddie keeps trying to guide him away from the window, smiling emptily up at him, “You could have him here. He could be yours, here.”
Buck freezes completely. Eddie– ComaEddie holds tight to him.
“Eddie,” he gulps, “Eddie, sweetheart, I’ll come with you in just a minute, I have to talk to Daniel.”
Heartbreak shifts in where emptiness was. “But Chris—”
“Chris is fine baby, I left him with Hen and Chim down at the Nurses’ Station on this floor.”
ComaEddie sighs in relief, “Okay good, I’ll meet you there mi vida,”
Buck’s heart stutters once at the name, then once again before rabbiting into high gear when Eddie steps into his space and kisses him.
It was barely a peck. A chaste, normal, we do this every day kiss, but it sends Buck reeling all the same.
His fingers are released, and Eddie disappears down the hall.
For a few heartbreaking seconds, Buck actually considers following.
Here he can have, already has, the domesticity he’s longed for with Eddie since even before the tsunami.
Here he doesn’t have to panic about what having feelings for his best friend and partner would do to the station, to Chris, to him if it ever went wrong.
Evan is only a teacher here. And Eddie can be his here.
“I do have a family.” Buck says, simply. “Not the same one that I have here, but one that needs me.”
He shoves past Daniel and into the room beyond, but his brother stays on his heels as he crosses to the window, dull light glowing out from between shelves of orange prescription bottles.
“Do They?”
“Daniel, stop doing this, okay? I have to get back before it’s too late.” Again, ComaHen and ComaChim’s words swirl through his head. Even just a cursory glance through the glass tell him all he needs to know.
Bobby still sitting there, rosary in one hand, Athena’s in his other.
His real parents hovering over the other side of the bed.
Maddie standing in the corner, like she can’t bear to be any closer.
The white coat standing over him and unhooking—
What?
“It’s already too late.” Daniel says as Buck focuses more clearly on the scene in front of him “Your real family? They’re already pulling the plug, Evan.”
“No. No, that’s not what’s happening.”
“Oh,” he coos condescendingly, “They’re just waiting for you to die so they can move on with their lives. Without you.”
“They wouldn’t do that.”
“And yet.”
Buck looks back out at himself.
Lying there in that bed.
He knows enough not to believe Daniel. They’re probably watching, waiting like he is now, for him to take a breath on his own.
Without the machine.
“They don’t care about you. Why would they? You’re never good enough, never have been. The only reason you were even born was for spare parts and they weren't even effective.
“That wasn’t my fault.”
“We both know you don’t really believe that.”
Buck turns, and Daniel is no longer there.
His own face glares back at him, standing between him and the real world.
“Just stay, Evan. You know you want this.”
Between one blink and the next, HisDanielFace shifts into Eddie’s.
Something burns behind his ribs.
He’s right.
He does.
He wants the real Eddie.
The real Chris
The real Bobby
His family.
A weight settles into his palm.
“I do.” buck says, smiling.
FakeEddie smiles back.
Then Buck swings the axe.
Waking up in that bed, staring across the room at a wall where there should have been a shattered window trips him up the first time he really can register it.
Wracking his brain for any memories, he registers that the ones he has from Before come in dull snippets, then the sharp contrasted color of his Coma World, then back to fuzzy half-remembered moments of waking up, of asking for water, for Bobby.
And now, Maddie smiles down at him while he munches away on some peanut butter and cheese crackers. “First thing I’m gonna do when I get outta here,” he says around a still-too-dry and still-too-sore throat, “Buy a pizza. I’m so done with hospital food.”
“You should buy a lottery ticket.” Maddie says, passing him his water, “You’re the luckiest man in the world right now.”
Buck opens his mouth to respond when there’s a short knock on the door. “Surprise!”
Chim and Bobby are the first through the door, followed by Hen. Someone calls him “The firehouse lightning rod.”, Hugs are exchanged, kisses plastered to his cheeks, a bony eleven year old hiked up into his arms (and his dad’s protests and concerns about all Buck’s tubing ignored by both son and Buck).
(Looking down at Chris at his side shoots a bolt of unease (hah) through him; the Chris his brain invented was much smaller than this one is. Did his brain present him with the Chris he knew from a few years ago to try and get him to stay??)
Buck’s doctor comes in a few minutes after the hoard did, the sea parting for her to check on him as she needed.
“How long’ll he be out, Doc?” Chim asks as the noise and chatter settle down around them.
“Few weeks; no strenuous activity, and no heavy lifting.”
“Damn.. Better call Bosko, Cap.” Hen says, to the others’ enjoyment, and Chim continues, “So, how was it? Do you remember anything?”
Buck can feel the others that were there still.
“About what, my near death expirience?”
“Any of it; the call? The fall? Though I wouldn’t call it an NDE..”
“Oh yeah? What would you call it, smartass?” Eddie quips, a crooked smile on his face.
“Well.. it’s not a near death experience if you actually did die, right?”
The gathered masses start booing and hissing at him, saying “Too soon, Chim.”, and “That is terrible!”, but Buck can only laugh at his continued defence of the topic.
“What?! I’m curious if my close-to-deaths were anything like his actual one!”
Eventually the hospital staff comes by to chide the hoard for being too many, too long, and the group starts to peter out with promises to return the next day.
Hen, Karen, and Denny are the first to take their leave, having to get going for a big field trip Denny is taking in the morning, Chim and Maddie are next, a long tight hug from Maddie before they and Phillip and Margaret head back to the apartment for the night.
Eddie and Chris slip out to grab Chris some dinner from the hospital food court, and Athena follows, promising to bring back pizza for him if they find it.
Which leaves Bobby.
“You really gave us a scare, Kid.” he says, settling down in what Buck only knows as his chair. “Thought I’d lost you.”
“Worried about me, Pops?” Buck tries to joke. His voice catches on the name. He has to clear his throat.
“I was.” Bobby states, “Very worried.”
“I know,” Buck nods, “You had to break out the rosary and everything.”
Bobby stills in his chair, “How’d you know that?”
Buck’s stomach, wheezing emptily around only those few crackers he’d had earlier, squeezes with nerves. He wants to tell Bobby everything, wants to tell him it really was him who’d helped him get out, but he’s not sure if he should.
“You were there.” He croaks, voice and throat even more sore now with all the talking he’d been doing, “I could see you while I was under, both out here and In There.”
“Where is There?”
“In the other world.”
Bobby continues to gaze steadily at him. There’s something there, behind his eyes, that echoes the crazed, purgatory version of him.
“It was like an alternate universe in there. In my head. I was a teacher Bobby.”
That loosens him up a little, “What kind of teacher?”
“I dunno, never made it into the classroom.”
He finally laughs, a soft Dad-like chuckle, and Buck pushes on. “Everything was all wrong, but it.. Wasn’t? My brain was trying to show me everything it thought I wanted but it was.. Cock-eyed? Like, Maddie was there, but so was Doug. My parents were there, all loving and stuff, but so was Daniel.”
“Your brother being there was a bad thing?”
“I’m sure it wouldn’t actually have been, but my brain was telling me that he was there and because he was, I shouldn’t have been. And also he was a huge dick to me there at the end.”
Bobby chuckles again, and Buck can see the gears turning in his head.
“Hen and Chim were there too, they were trying to help as best they could, but you were the one to really give me that push.. So, thanks.”
“You’re very welcome, kiddo.” Bobby’s eyes crinkle up at the corners, then, they fall on something outside his door.
“You get only a single slice of cheese, Buckley. And no complaints.” Athena says, striding in with a triangular to-go box in one hand, and Chris’ in the other.
“I got two pieces!” he calls triumphantly.
“And I’m sure I won’t live to regret that.” Eddie mutters, a smile on his lips.
Chris hands his box back to his dad and proceeds to do his damndest to get back up on the bed with Buck, who reaches down to help, only for Bobby to beat him to the punch.
“Be careful, mijo.”
“I will dad,” Chris sighs, holding out a hand again for his pizza which Eddie passes over.
The five of them chat for about an hour more when Athena stands, puts Buck’s now empty box on his table, and leans in for a hug, “So glad you’re okay, Buckaroo.”
Bobby comes around to give him a hug too, “We’ll see you back when you’re all healed up, are we clear?”
Buck laughs, “Yes, dad.”
The two take their leave, and Buck turns to ask Chris something, when a soft snore snuffles out his mouth.
“Well, so much for asking him about his science club.”
Eddie laughs, looking over at Chris from his chair at Buck’s side. “Don’t worry, he’ll use that as an excuse to skip school and come back tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing my two favorite Diazes again so soon.” he says, glancing down at Chris’ slack-jawed face.
“I hope I’m one of the two.”
Buck’s stomach flips, “No, you’re number three, actually, your abuela is number two. Her sopes are to die for.”
Buck chuckles at his own joke, glancing down again to make sure he didn’t jostle Chris too much, but pauses, and looks back up when he doesn’t hear Eddie laughing along.
Eddie’s face is tense, “Eddie, I was kidding, okay? You’re number tw–”
“Three minutes and 17 seconds.”
“What?”
“That’s how long your heart stopped beating.”
Buck blinks at him, then down at his knees.
“You died Buck, and I couldn’t— I tried— You were hanging there and—”
Buck’s eyes widen; Eddie was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t calm down soon,
He grabs onto Eddie’s wrist, “Eddie, Eddie! Eddie, sweetheart, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m fine, see?” he squeezes his friend’s arm, “I’m right here, I don’t blame you, no one does.”
Eddie slides his arm through Buck’s grip and holds tight to his fingers instead. “I had to– Chim and I were doing CPR the whole way.”
“And I’m alive because of it.” he and Eddie both knew that wasn’t all the way true, but he pushed on. “You guys brought me back, you brought me back.”
Eddie just gazes at him; through the grip he has on Buck’s hand, he can feel how high Eddie’s pulse still is, so Buck keeps talking.
“Out here, and in here,” he points to his head, “My brain was trying to tell me all sorts of stuff to keep me from coming back to you.” He pointedly ignored the fact he forgot the ‘guys.’ there at the end, and secretly hoped Eddie would too. “But the thought of the real you, the real Chris, my real family got me out of my own head.”
Eddie’s pulse was much slower now.
“All that stuff about Chris and I being your real family and I’m still the number three Diaz.”
Oh thank god, he’s making jokes again.
Buck breathes a sigh of relief, laughing along, and continuing to hold tight to Eddie’s hand.
It was time. He could do this.
It had been a month.
Buck was going back to work the next time they were on shift, but right now? The rest of the 118 were nearing the end of their 96 off, he had it on good authority that Chris was not at home (science camp), and Buck was slipping on his shoes to drive over to his favorite place in the whole world.
He’d told Maddie about ComaEddie, the only one he had told, and she encouraged him to say something, if this was really something he wanted.
“Knowing all the baggage that comes with someone is a big deal, but you know all Eddie’s.”
“I’d carry all of it for him if he’d let me.”
“..Okay, that’s not the point of the baggage, but good start.”
So here he is, on his wa— okay, not on his way, he is pulling into the driveway now.
Holy shit this was happening wasn’t it?
He pulls up behind Eddie’s truck.
He gets out.
He walks the short path to the door.
He rings the doorbell.
Eddie opens the door.
“Buck? Hey man, why’d you– you know you have a key, right?”
Oh yeah. He does, doesn’t he?
“Oh yeah, I do, don’t I?”
Eddie just gives him a look and moves out of the way for him to enter.
“Not that I’m not glad to see you,” he starts, “But what are you doing here?”
“I uh, I knew Chris’d be gone, wondered if you wanted some company?”
Eddie nods, “Yeah, sure, what do you wan—”
“Okay, I lied, that’s not why I’m here.”
“Oh..kay?”
“You were in my coma and Daniel tried to tempt me and I almost wanted to, but I didn’t! I knew it was fake, I knew you were out here, y’know?”
“Sure–”
“But what if I told you how I felt and you didn’t reciprocate? I mean, it’s new for me too, the whole liking guys too thing, what if you think I’m disgusting and weird and I can never see Chris again?”
“Buck, wha–”
“But I had to take the chance,” he says, finally actually turning back to look at Eddie again and stop. Pacing. “You mean so much to me and now that I’ve let myself think about it, I feel like I should probably have said something to you sooner?”
“Said what Buck? What are you trying to say?”
For a moment, Buck just looks at him. Maybe for the last time. Then,
“I love you, Eddie.” Eddie sucks in a breath. “I’m in love with you. I had to tell you, okay? I had to make sure you knew in case something happens to me. Please, you don’t have to feel the same way, you don’t, really, I just– you got shot, the tsunami, the well—”
“Cariño,”
The rest of the air that was left in his lungs for wherever his brain was gonna go next wooshes out of him. “...Huh?”
Eddie finally moves, striding over to him and taking his hands, “Buck, Evan, mi amor, mi vida,” Buck’s insides melt into goo., “You are my everything. You are Chris’ everything.”
“I am?”
Eddie scoffs out a laugh, “I put you into my will. To take care of my son if something happened to me.”
“...What else are best friends for?”
“You dragged me out of the street, out of my own blood to get me to safety.”
“..We’re partners..?”
Eddie laughs again, “Why are you trying to poke holes in me loving you back.”
“...I didn’t think I’d get this far, to be completely honest.” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck continues on with, “Well then why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
Sighing, Eddie pulls them down to sit on the couch. “I was selfish,” He holds up a finger to stop Buck from cutting in, “I was selfish; you had done so much for me and for Chris and never asked for anything in return. You supported us, you saved my life, you made it so I could come home to him. I, selfishly, did not want that support to go away. I didn’t want to scare you away.”
Buck squeezes Eddie’s hands, “Would you believe me if I told you I had the same reasons?” Eddie only smiles and shakes his head. “Whenever it was that I had fallen for you, Edmundo Diaz–”
He pulls a face, “Urgh, don't say that..”
“---I knew that if I told you and it all went wrong, I’d never see my Superman again.”
“He’d be pretty pissed at me if he could never see you again.” Eddie confesses in a low voice, as if someone would hear them.
Buck smiles, and after a moment, says, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Eddie smirks at him, releasing his hands to lean back into the couch cushions with them behind his head instead; He gestures with one to his face, “By all means..”
Rolling his eyes, but not letting the moment (or any moments that may or may not follow) go to waste, Buck leans up, hooks a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck, and pulls him in for a kiss.
i've probably read a grand total of five (5) buddie fics so..... hope you like! 😅
i just got home from the grocery store and in unpacking my bags i found a little bag of four avocados — which i did NOT buy. i only bought two. so now i have SIX djsjsk. which means the cashier must have accidentally put someone else's avocados in my lane instead of the people behind me's, rip to them. but. i can't stop thinking about this happening to BUCK and how EXCITED he would be to have four extra avocados fjsksk
day 94 of the @118dailydrabble
word: precise | pairing: buddie | rating: e
"Buck," Eddie croaks — pitched low and rough. Breathy, with the promise of a whine behind it.
It sends a shudder down Buck's spine, and he squeezes his eyes shut, briefly, to collect himself. To tell himself, this is real.
Eddie's thigh, shoving its way between Buck's legs, is what pulls him back into the moment. Is what spurs him back into action.
Their movements are not precise — far from it, actually. The jerking grind of Buck's hips against Eddie's thigh doesn't match the fluid roll of Eddie's up into Buck's fist, which doesn't match the stuttering speed of Buck's hand, tight around Eddie's dick.
It's arhythmic, erratic. Messy, and perhaps a bit juvenile.
They say that lightning never strikes the same place twice.
But Buck doesn't know how else to explain it — the buzz that's coursing through his veins, the tingling down to his toes, the thrumming under his skin. His racing heart, his spinning head.
He feels — electrified.
Lit up and galvanized.
They say that lightning never strikes the same place twice, and Buck thinks they must be right, actually, because standing here, outside in the rain, with tender arms around his waist and a passionate kiss pressed to his lips, Buck has never felt more alive.
It's a feeling that not even the most powerful of strikes could have given him.
Eddie laughs softly, just a gentle rumble of his chest as he trails his fingertips, featherlight, up the small of Buck's back, over the knobs of his spine. "Y'know, sometimes—" a flash of a smile, teeth bright in the otherwise dim bedroom around them, "— sometimes I think you're my soulmate."
Buck's breath catches in his throat, his own aimless hand stilling in the center of Eddie's sternum. He tips his chin up, tucks it into the dip of Eddie's armpit. "I thought you didn't believe in that kind of thing," he says lightly. Shifts his palm lower, over Eddie's ribs. Lets himself feel the steady rise and fall of his chest.
In and out. In and out.
Eddie's hand crests up between Buck's shoulderblades. "I don't," he answers simply.
In and out.
His head ducks, his own chin pressing to his chest so he can meet Buck's eyes. "But I believe in you."
day 37 of the @118dailydrabble
word: bewilder | pairing: buddie | rating: g
"Cursed? Really? You're insufferable," Eddie groans around a laugh, tipping his head back to redirect his fond smile. "I can't believe I'm in love with you."
It takes Eddie a half-second to realize why the chatter suddenly stopped. Oh, jesus, maybe they are cursed. He hadn't meant to say that.
"No," Buck contends, vehement.
Eddie blinks, bewildered. "No?" He can't mask the hurt.
Buck's mouth twists. "Wait, no, not— not no," he rushes out, "just— not now. Please, Eddie, please."
It hits Eddie. "Oh my god," he exhales. "Because of the curse?"
Buck nods. "Yes. You have to— to wait, okay? Just— save it," he pleads.
"Alright," Eddie muses, because, god, he loves this ridiculous man, "I'll wait."
day 18 of @118dailydrabble word: monologue | Gen: Eddie and Chris Diaz | rating: G
"I'm so glad you're home," Eddie says, leaning in the doorframe of his son's room, where Christopher sits at his computer with a headset on. "I missed you so much."
"Can you spare me the monologue, Dad?" Christopher says, rolling his eyes, but there is a hint of smile playing there and his cheeks are pink with embarrassment. Eddie hadn't realize how much he'd missed his son's teenage snark. "I'm just about to start a game."
"I'm not sure I can—I'm never going to stop telling you how much I love you, buddy."
"Ugh, you are still so weird."
Eddie nods, looks at Chris fondly, and thinks of his solo Risky Business Dance.
My gut is telling me not to count your sister out just yet. Maddie didn't just rebuild her life. She rebuilt herself. Doug may have her, but I don't think he has any idea who he's dealing with now.
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