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you can call me honey if you want

prompt: honey (march 30th) for @buddiemicrofics

Summary: Eddie calls Buck honey for the first time.

word count: 380

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Buck finds a moment to himself to call Maddie. Hen is face timing Denny and Karen, Chimney is cooking and Eddie has gone out for a jog. Buck closes the door to the balcony and rings his sister. She’s the only person he can talk to about this. The only person he would trust with all his secrets.

She picks up quickly. “Buck!.” Her voice is sunny on the other end. Buck misses her too much, misses her face and her presence, and their late night talks about childhood and Maddie’s anecdotes of her co-workers.

“Hey, is this a bad time to talk?” He asks softly, staring at his shoes. Last thing he wants to do is worry his sister because of something as trivial as him having trouble sharing a bed with his best friend. Maddie worries easily though when it comes to him.

There’s shuffling on her end, like she’s preparing herself for what’s to come and then she answers “No, it’s fine to talk. Is everything alright?”

“It’s nothing important.” He dismisses, hears her huff.

“Spill it, Buckley.” She demands resolutely, Buck’s reluctancy is beat out of him quickly.

“I think Eddie knows.” He whispers into the phone even though he’s pretty sure Chimney and Hen can’t hear him through the glass door.

A beat of silence. “What do you mean he knows? Did you tell him?”

“No! But… Maddie, things are so… I feel like a teenager. Sharing a bed with him, it’s too much, I… I’m going crazy here. He smells so good, Maddie, I— Most of the time I— God, I just want one day of rest without dreaming of him while he’s right beside me…” He’s hyperventilating.

“Evan, Evan… breathe!” She interrupts. “Calm down. You’re alright.”

He complies, taking a long anxious inhale. “I don’t really want to talk about what exactly happened but… what if… what if he knows Maddie? I can’t shake this guilt. It’s eating away at me. What if he knows?”

“Yeah, what if?” She replies.

Buck pauses, blinks, scratches the side of his head. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Or worse, make him uncomfortable!”

“Does he look uncomfortable?” She asks.

Buck blinks, stunned again. “Well, no. Not really.”

“So you think he’s figured you out, this… attraction you have for him and that doesn’t make him uncomfortable. That’s a good thing, no?”

Buck rolls his eyes. “I— right.”

“Are you sure the feeling isn’t mutual?” She asks.

“I—“ He’s about to protest. His sister interrupts.

“I mean… it’s Eddie. You guys are so close already. Maybe this is just a natural progression of things. Maybe you should just let things flow, Buck. See what happens.” She says, her tone dripping with encouragement.

“I’m scared, Maddie.” Buck presses his palm over his lids, exhales sharply. “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Honey…” She whispers with a crack of worry in her voice.

From the corner of his eyes he catches his front door opening. Eddie’s back from his jog, a sweaty, flushed smile on his mouth. Their eyes catch through the window, Eddie stops in his tracks, smile diminishes and he blinks slowly. The sight of him takes Buck’s breath away, his heart does a thing, almost drops out of his chest to follow wherever Eddie goes.

“Chimney sent me this photo of you two the other day, did I tell you?” Maddie speaks, Buck nearly forgot he was on call with his sister.

Buck smiles back at Eddie and looks away, laughs about what Maddie just told him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Do you know which photo I’m referring to?”

Buck hums, confirming her suspicion.

“You’re going to be alright, hun. I promise.” His big sister—with all the maternal comforting she can muster through the phone—says.

Buck steals another glance at Eddie, he stealing a chunk of carrot that Chimney was cutting for dinner to pop it in his mouth. “Okay.” He replies. “I’ll try to believe you.”

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Buddie microfic - 300 prompt list - January 1st, 2025 - 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” - Word count: 699

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“Alright,” Eddie declares abruptly, slamming his locker shut and turning to face Buck. “That’s it.”

He hasn’t even put his shirt back on from where he’d showered of the grease and blood, the fabric hanging limp his hand.

Despite his tone, Buck swallows harshly, eyes unconsciously flicking over his toned stomach.

Eddie clears his throat loudly and raises his eyebrow when Buck startles and meets his gaze.

“What the hell is your problem, man?”

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Hello :) this is my first attempt at micro (or any) fic writing! Hope y'all enjoy my little buddie drabble inspired somewhat by the jinx ep but set in s7/early s8.

breeze | December 1 | buddie | @taylorswiftmicrofic | words: 644

“Man, that call was a breeze, today has been really quiet hasn’t it?” Eddie flops down on the couch beside Buck, resting his head on his lap. They had just returned from a collision involving a drunk driver, yet there were no casualties, so they didn’t have much to do. Not that Eddie was complaining, despite it being his job, he’d rather not have to see any more injured people than he has to.

He looks up at Buck, who has just put down his mug of coffee and is currently staring back at him. Much to Eddie’s confusion, the smile on Buck’s face drains as he stares at Eddie in horror.

“Buck? Are you alright? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Eddie laughs awkwardly at him, sitting up. Eddie hadn’t considered that since Buck had started dating Tommy, he might not be as comfortable with the platonic touching that he and Eddie had adopted since Buck had been struck by lightning.

The first night after Buck got out of the hospital, Buck had stayed at Eddies, not wanting to be alone. The two watched whatever trashy reality show was on that night, accompanied by a six-pack Eddie found in his fridge, and fell asleep on the couch together. Since then, it had become a habit that the two would lounge together at each other's apartments and even sometimes after calls.

What he’s trying to say is that lying on the couch together wasn’t necessarily a new thing, and Eddie was confused as to why Buck was suddenly so against it. He felt the force of a brick to his face when he realised, oh, it was because of Tommy. Buck didn’t feel comfortable with Eddie anymore now that he was in a relationship again. Eddie couldn’t help the pout on his face.

“You did not just do that,” he exclaims, pushing Eddie off, getting up, and running to Hen, who had, until now, been polishing the ambulance. Eddie jumps off the couch and basically runs to the railing to look down at the two. “Eddieeeeeee.” Hen groans. Eddie jumps at the uncharacteristic anger in her voice, deciding best not to anger her further, joining them at the ambulance.

“Look Buck, I’m sorry about the couch thing, I thought you were okay with it but I understand if you don’t want to anymore because of Tommy, please don’t be mad at me.” Eddie laughs awkwardly, brushing his upper arm with his hand. His confusion was only growing, shrouded by a growing concern that he had done something to upset Buck.

“Eddie, what? No, this isn’t about Tommy you idiot, you said the forbidden word.” Buck laughs, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“The what? All I managed to say to you before you ran away from me was that the shift had been qu-”

“NO!” Buck jumps forward to force his hand over Eddie’s mouth. “Don’t say it again, you’re going to curse us.” Eddie was suddenly conscious of how close Buck’s face was to his, a strange warmth spreading through him from the contact between his hand and Eddie’s face, before looking back up at Buck. Buck pulls his hand away quickly, looking down at the floor.

Eddie does not think about how Buck's eyes had drifted briefly down before darting Buck up again and pulling away. He definitely doesn't think about how he longed for the touch again once Buck had pulled away, and he certainly doesn't think about how much he had wished Buck had kissed him to shut him up instead of using his hand. Eddie shakes his head, focusing back on the situation at hand. “Buck you’re ridiculous, there’s no such thing as curses. Look! Today has been a quiet shift.” Eddie declares and pauses for dramatic effect. “See, nothing ha-”

The siren rings.

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the sweetest thing

prompt: candy (february 1st) for @buddiemicrofics

Summary: Buck surprises Eddie on Valentine's Day with a little gesture.

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staring at the bedroom ceiling with you

microfic: During quarantine Buck and Eddie are left to share his bed. Buck is silently pining for his best friend and sharing a bed is not exactly helping. Chaos ensues.

It has to be all a figment of Buck’s imagination. The way Eddie’s brown eyes turn big as dinner plates, pupils shot twice their size as he eyes down Buck’s chest, follows the line to his navel, the little trail of hair until the white towel wrapped around his hips cuts off the view.

It’s just his imagination. The little hunger—could he dare say lust?—present in his stare when he sees Buck’s naked torso. So, the heat this look gives Buck, traveling down his spine, pooling in the pit of his stomach, is inconsequential.

To be honest, it’s hard to analyze it. It happens in a matter of seconds. It’s just before their shoulders nearly brush past one another as Buck walks out of the steaming bathroom that Eddie walks into.

“No, I just forgot my clothes. Don’t go in yet—”

“You can get dressed in the bedroom. Chimney and Hen aren’t going to try and peek up at your naked ass.” Eddie dismisses him with his brown eyes glued to the floor before he closes the bathroom door in Buck's previously mentioned ass.

The stupid comment puts a dopey smile on Buck’s face, the whole interaction stirring something in him—a slight twitch in his dick and the skin on his neck flushed—unfinished business, something, a tension brewing between them that Buck doesn't know what to do with.

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Eddie’s not wearing a shirt when Buck comes to bed after his shower.

He’s been learning. He makes a habit of showering right before bed like Eddie does.

Except Buck has a very specific purpose in mind. Jerking off. Once, twice if his refractory period is kind to him, all so he can fall asleep easily even with Eddie in the same bed as him.

But tonight Eddie’s not wearing a shirt. His torso lean, defined, lit by the little bedside lamp on his side of the bed. He's wearing black boxers and nothing else for goodness sakes. His back rests on the bed frame as Eddie reads the book Buck lent him with piercing concentration. Buck pulls back his side of the bedsheets, clears his throat, pushing to the back of his mind all the shameful thoughts he has of licking Eddie.

Eddie looks up with an apologetic squint in his eyes like he knows Buck is bothered by his state of undress. "Your loft is too warm." He mumbles as Buck slides into bed.

“Buck, lights.” Hen’s voice sounds from downstairs.

“In a second.” Eddie answers for him.

Buck adjusts his pillow with his hands, gets comfortable in his lying position carefully not to brush any part of his body against Eddie's skin, like it would be an abuse to do so when his mouth is watering... because of Eddie.

Buck and Eddie, when next to each other, laugh, joke, bump shoulders, make eye contact, are an insufferable pair to anyone who happens to land beside them. It’s how they’ve always been.

Not now, not while sharing a bed.

Chimney’s even commented on how silent they get before sleep. “You two just take bedtime very seriously. It’s sweet, really.” Chim had laughed with Hen while Eddie stayed deadly quiet, back turned to all of them while he tossed a salad. Buck just blushed and shriveled up.

He can’t help it. And now Eddie doesn’t have his shirt on. He’s going to sleep in a bed with Buck without his shirt on.

And Buck keeps his eyes fixed on the ceiling, feeling his medicine for insomnia grow useless. It’s going to be a long night. He shuffles until his back is to Eddie and he closes his eyes.

He hears as Eddie clicks the switch of the lamp off and shuffles too. Then it’s quiet.

Cars passing by in the streets, roar in the distance. Hen and Chimney breathing downstairs. Eddie breathing beside him, behind him.

“Buck?” Eddie softly says, low tone, beside him.

Buck looks over his shoulder, only an outline of Eddie’s face, his shoulder, in the dark of the apartment. “Hmm?”

A beat. “Good night.” He mumbles before turning his back to Buck too.

“Good night.”

After a long hour and another small adventure in the bathroom Buck actually falls asleep without too much stir. Eddie’s asleep by the time Buck comes back to bed.

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There’s giggling as his lids, heavy with sleep, blink open. He’s not sure where it’s coming from. His brows shrug as his hands stretch, feel for things in his bed, to stop the noise so he can fall back to sleep.

He can barely move and quickly witnesses what’s keeping him in place. It’s Eddie, wrapped around Buck.

They’re so warm, just a tangle of limbs, torsos lined up together.

Buck’s face is on Eddie’s hair and he breathes him in—a reflex really. Until from the corner of his eyes he sees two figures, the two other idiots sharing his apartment with them. Chimney has his phone out, Buck thinks he might’ve seen a flash.

Hen slaps the back of her hand on Chimney’s shoulder repeatedly, like a warning, her eyes wide as saucers. They’re turning and running down the stairs as Buck yells, “What the hell are you two doing?” like he actually needs it answered.

Eddie wakes up, precisely because Buck yelled. He's trying to untangle himself without waking Eddie up—he really doesn’t need to see how Buck’s body found Eddie’s in the deep of slumber and wrapped itself so tightly, like he was claiming him. They usually don’t wake up like this.

Still Eddie wakes up, startled. He looks between them, a little noise comes from the back of his throat. “Huh—“

“Gotta hurry. Don’t want to be late.” Buck says, panic set in his stomach. He runs into the bathroom, practically trips on his feet and falls over.

After the morning briefing, already at the station, Hen and Chimney are in the loft showing something to Bobby on one of their phones.

“Ah, that is really very sweet.” Cap says with a glint in his eye as Buck gets coffee for him and Eddie.

“It is! So sweet, Buck.” Hen teases with a hint of sincerity in the scrunch of her eyebrows.

“I know what you’re looking at.” Buck warns.

“What are they looking at?” Eddie walks over. Buck hands him the mug, black with two sugars, how Eddie likes it.

Chimney aims the phone's screen in Buck and Eddie’s general direction. Buck’s breath hitches in his throat. It’s just a little photo but the sight makes his heart clench. In white sheets, in Eddie’s arms is Buck, in peaceful slumber. Buck’s face is buried on the crook of Eddie’s neck until all you can really see is his birthmark.

They look like… a couple. They look like a couple taking a nap together.

Buck’s blushing. Certainly. His face is on fire. God fucking dammit— He tries his best to breathe, not run away and hide his face in his hands.

“Keep mocking. Best sleep of my life next to this one, honestly.” Eddie shrugs with a pat on Buck’s back. He smiles before taking a sip off his mug, walking back to the couch.

When they're alone Eddie cowers away from the subject but in front of everyone he just... Buck blinks away the adoration in his eyes, while the other three stare at him with raised eyebrows and tiny knowing smiles. He rolls his eyes and joins Eddie on the couch.

He wants to ask Eddie if he means it. If it's really the best sleep he's gotten but he has a feeling it means much more to Buck than it does to Eddie so he stays quiet.

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There’s shuffling on her end, like she’s preparing herself for what’s to come and then she answers “No, it’s fine to talk. Is everything alright?”

“It’s nothing important.” He dismisses, hears her huff.

“Spill it, Buckley.” She demands resolutely, Buck’s reluctancy is beat out of him quickly.

“I think Eddie knows.” He whispers into the phone even though he’s pretty sure Chimney and Hen can’t hear him through the glass door.

A beat of silence. “What do you mean he knows? Did you tell him?”

“Evan, Evan… breathe!” She interrupts. “Calm down. You’re alright.”

“Yeah, what if?” She replies.

Buck pauses, blinks, scratches the side of his head. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Or worse, make him uncomfortable!”

“Does he look uncomfortable?” She asks.

Buck blinks, stunned again. “Well, no. Not really.”

“So you think he’s figured you out, this… attraction you have for him and that doesn’t make him uncomfortable. That’s a good thing, no?”

Buck rolls his eyes. “I— right.”

“Are you sure the feeling isn’t mutual?” She asks.

“I—“ He’s about to protest. His sister interrupts.

“I’m scared, Maddie.” Buck presses his palm over his lids, exhales sharply. “I don’t want to lose him.”

“Honey…” She whispers with a crack of worry in her voice.

“Chimney sent me this photo of you two the other day, did I tell you?” Maddie speaks, Buck nearly forgot he was on call with his sister.

Buck smiles back at Eddie and looks away, laughs about what Maddie just told him. “No, you didn’t.”

“Do you know which photo I’m referring to?”

Buck hums, confirming her suspicion.

“You’re going to be alright, hun. I promise.” His big sister—with all the maternal comforting she can muster through the phone—says.

Buck steals another glance at Eddie, he stealing a chunk of carrot that Chimney was cutting for dinner to pop it in his mouth. “Okay.” He replies. “I’ll try to believe you.”

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