wish you would write a fic where buck and eddie are silly and married <3
Eddie’s alone in the grocery store. Well really, he’s alone in the pasta aisle where Buck left him, somewhere between the rigatoni and mostaccioli.
They’ve been married for a year, he really shouldn’t be surprised by this anymore.
Here’s how it goes: Buck spots an ingredient that reminds him of a recipe, and he takes off to find everything else he needs before he forgets. Which would be fine if he ever told Eddie where he was going. It gets worse when they’re shopping with Christopher, because he always wanders off with Buck, leaving Eddie to guess where they’re going.
And he loves his husband, so, so dearly, but shopping with him is a nightmare. He makes lists with no intention of following them, wanders off, and throws chip bags down the aisle trying to land them in the cart (his aim is awful, but at least Eddie’s good at catching).
Eddie debates leaving the aisle to find Buck, but knowing him, he’s shopping at a superhuman speed and will most definitely come back looking for him with some random assortment of items in hand. It’s almost a game, trying to look at Buck’s handful of groceries and follow his train of thought.
“Anything I can help you with?” he hears at the end of the aisle. “You seem a little lost.”
“Oh, I’m just looking for my husband—” Buck says, scanning over her head. His face softens when he spots Eddie, “—who I just found.”
Eddie smiles back, taking a few steps forward to grab the onion slipping from Buck’s hand.
“Hi,” Eddie laughs. “Where’d you go?”
“Well we were getting pasta, and I saw the macaroni and I decided I wanted to make mac and cheese, but we don’t have any cheese so I had to go grab that before I forgot,” he points around at all the ingredients in the cart, “and—oh and breadcrumbs—I had to grab those too and I couldn’t decide between Italian and Panko so I just got both and then I couldn’t remember if we were out of butter—”
“Good, because it was buy one get one, so I had to get two boxes.”
Buck stares into the cart, trying to follow his own thought process on that. “Is it on the list?”
“No,” he says, “but I’m sure we’ll find a use for it.”
“I’ll use it for the cheese sauce?”
And Eddie could pull out Buck’s list, make fun of him for writing it even if he never follows it (though Eddie’s not much better about following his own lists), but it’s endearing how he gets so excited about something as simple as a pasta dish, and even after years of home cooked meals from Buck, his chest still aches at the smell of garlic and onion on the stove.
At this point, they’re loitering in the pasta aisle, and blocking, well, everything, but Buck’s still smiling at him in the gentle way that makes his eyes crinkle at the corner, and Eddie never stood a chance really. He kisses his husband, short and sweet, takes him by the hand, and pulls them on to the next aisle.
“Next time you wander off, tell me where you’re going.”
“I’ll just take you with me,” Buck squeezes his hand.
tell me what fic you wish i'd write, and i'll tell you how i'd write it
