to people who are me I do think if eddie actually came out to buck, buck would make a move. not immediately, like i'd give him 2-5 business days of spiraling, but i do think buck isn't the type to sit around and pine when he knows there's a chance, and he's emotionally intelligent enough to know that there IS a chance here. if anything i think the main spiral isn't 'do I ask him out' so much as it's 'how do i ask him out in the bestest most worthy way possible.'
the first thought that buck has when eddie comes out to him is: i have to tell him.
the second is: wait, what?
which is how the third thought that buck has upon his best friend exposing a vulnerable part of himself to buck is the suddenly thuddingly obvious fact that he is, in fact, in love with eddie.
"buck?" eddie says, effectively interrupting his fourth thought ('oh, fuck.'). his eyes are big and brown and vulnerable. buck shoves the thoughts to the back of his mind. there are more important things to deal with right now.
"oh, eddie," he says, pulling eddie into a hug. eddie melts against him, all warmth. buck's stupid, recently oblivious heart thuds. "thanks for telling me, man."
eddie sniffles a little into his chest. buck tells himself strictly: you will not make this weird.
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buck makes things weird.
the thing is, buck knows now, right? the barrier between the part of buck that is in love with his best friend and the part of buck that is maintaining his perfectly platonic relationship with his best friend has officially shattered, good job, gang, you've broken a perfectly good glass closet. now, all that's standing between buck and acting upon his feelings for his best friend is his ability not to take a leap of faith based on this knowledge.
buck, historically, has not done great at not acting on his knowledge.
to be fair to him, he tries. to be less fair, the attempts are, well--
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"nice flowers."
buck blinks down at the bouquet in his arms. "shit," he says, eloquently.
ravi raises an eyebrow at him. "what?"
"i...bought flowers."
a slow nod. "you did," ravi says. "did you...not mean to?"
"no, i meant to." just not consciously.
"is it...for someone?"
buck, with his newfound knowledge, can now read the stupid implication in ravi's eyes, the way they dart to the station doors, where eddie thankfully has not driven in yet. buck takes a few steps forward, dumps the bouquet in ravi's arms.
"it's for the loft," he says. "spruce up the station, a little. it's looking a bit drab around here. can you put those in a vase for me?"
before ravi can reply, he runs to the locker room. as he does, he can hear ravi's voice muttering: "what vase?"
later, as eddie comes up the staircase: "ooh, are those irises? i love irises."
ravi stares at buck. buck does not stare back.
---
"huh," eddie says, looking around. "they gave us a nice table."
buck winces. the reservation confirmation text burns a hole in his pants pocket.
"ha ha, yeah, what a nice coincidence," buck says, as if he didn't put 'window seat, nice view, good for a first date' in the request section when he was making the reservation. he thinks he blacked out a little.
a server comes over, and buck reflexively orders both of their favorites, and the exact menu items that made him think of eddie when he saw the place online. eddie raises an eyebrow at him. buck coughs.
"did your research, huh, bud?"
"uh, yeah," buck says. is he sweating? he's sweating. fuck. fuck. abort. "did you know that axolotls ingest small stones to break down their food?"
a beat. then eddie smiles his indulgent smile, and buck thanks every deity and also bobby for his longstanding and totally unsuspicious tendency to bring up random facts at inopportune times.
at the end of the night, buck pays the bill. he tries not to think about his credit score.
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the third time is when the jig, as they say, is up.
it's stupidly normal, is the thing. buck and eddie are sitting on the couch together, chris asleep in buck's guest room that he insists is not secretly just christopher's room wearing a fake mustache. there's a basketball game playing on tv, which means that buck is not at his best, cognitively speaking.
he blames this for what happens when eddie, perfectly oblivious and beautiful and on buck's couch, says: "hey buck, can you get me another beer?"
and buck, without thinking, says: "sure, babe."
the room pauses. some guy throws a ball to another guy on the television screen. eddie, uncharacteristically, is not looking at the sweaty men run into each other. he's looking at buck.
buck, who's mouth keeps running without his permission.
"bbbbbbbest friend. i meant best friend. my best friend eddie. my. my cool bud. my totally normal--"
"buck?"
eddie's voice is soft, and when buck takes a break from word-vomiting to look at him, his eyes are big and brown and awed, shining. buck's heart thumps again. okay. fuck. fine.
"i was gonna ease you into it," buck complains, throwing his head back.
eddie's mouth twitches a little. his eyes are so, so bright. "into...babe territory?"
"into-- you know, eddie," buck pouts at him, and eddie actually giggles.
"i don't know that i do, babe," eddie beams at him. "it looks like you're trying to backdoor me into a relationship, buck."
buck splutters. "i'm-- that's-- i'm doing the opposite of that! i'm front-dooring you! i was-- i was trying to wait a reasonable amount of time before asking you out on a date! it's rude if i just--"
"reserved one of the hottest restaurants in LA and got us date night seats without telling me?" eddie finishes, teasing.
"that was an accident."
eddie snorts, and it is unfortunately very charming. "you asked me out by accident?"
buck flaps his hands helplessly. "i was trying to be normal! but-- i just-- i can't help it!" he insists. "what-- am i supposed to just-- know that you're an option, and just-- not go for it? do you know me?"
that makes eddie laugh fully, head tilted back, hair falling loose over his forehead. buck sways into his orbit, caught the way he always is. eddie tugs at the hem of his shirt, and buck pouts as he crawls over eddie, knees bracketing his hips.
"i do you know, baby," eddie says, all warmth. "which is why i was hoping you'd make the first move."
buck's mouth falls open. "you--" he accuses. "you manipulator."
eddie shrugs. "you're the one who takes the leap," he says, cupping buck's face. it is, unfortunately, impossible to stay mad at eddie ever, let alone when he's holding buck. "i'm the one that has your back, remember?"
buck blinks rapidly. "fuck," he says. "i love you so much." immediately after, he exhales. "oh my god. you have no idea how much of a relief it is to finally say it. i thought i was gonna explode."
eddie giggles, drags him in for a kiss. "thank you for trying your best, sweetheart," he says, pressing his smiling mouth to buck's jaw. "you're a very nice boyfriend."
buck hums with satisfaction. "i am, aren't i?"
"even when you refuse to actually let me know that you're being my boyfriend."
man probie buck is so precious to me. this half-feral kid who's overly competent at some things (ready for calls in any weather, can identify every insect species native to LA and then some, drives the rig at the end of long shifts when everyone else is dead on their feet) and sometimes slinks into the loft with wide eyes asking if someone can explain what their health benefits are and what star trek is and if you can put your address on record if you technically haven't signed a lease but a guy you met at the bar when you first came to LA totally said that you could crash at his bros' place for as long as you want. this kid who looks at all of you like you're the coolest people ever and who deflects any question about himself into getting your life story somehow and gets his first ever credit card four months into his placement and insists on getting the entire station coffee on him, so proud of himself. who lives and breathes this job but also doesn't seem to have any concept of what it takes to actually stay here, who gets his shield with a kind of startled delight, like he never actually thought he'd make it.
killed off one of your titleship characters because you didn't wanted to pay the actor more money using the excuse of realism but starts the next season with a costly cgi-heavy storyline because you sent your emergency service characters to literally space. implied one man might be in love with another for fun and profit and then you decide to sideline their entire friendship in the next season because now there's an elephant every time they're in the same room and you don't want to add more gay people to your show. also, it can't focus on romance! except we're going to make a het couple who never interacted before canon. speaking about that: lets return two child characters as now adults except the brother gets the main character treatment and 50% of new storylines and the main sister only gets brought in when her brother or boyfriend are jealous. inumerable hiatuses throughout the episodes killing any type of consistency or momentum in the storylines. the big finale of the season, which, again, started in space, is about the russian mob. a main character gets a son in the last two episodes. he also was struggling with addiction like two episodes ago, but it's all right now. and one of the other main characters also had a chronic illness. but she's also alright now! don't you like our character heavy ensemble show :)
Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
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