Hello!!! I would love to read a drabble of buddie and beard burns and/or hickeys being the reason everyone knows they’re finally … something
okay, more of a ficlet than a drabble, hope you enjoy!!
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It's Buck's fault, really. Two weeks into it—this thing they've been keeping just between them for now—he wanders out of the bathroom when they're supposed to be at work in an hour wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips, water droplets still gleaming on his rosy skin, and, well. Eddie is only a man.
They end up running late, is the thing. Late enough that Buck doesn't glance in the mirror after yanking on a t-shirt, late enough that Eddie is juggling two travel mugs and his keys as they scramble out the door and doesn't notice the row of damning purple bite-marks visible above Buck's collar until Ravi wanders into the locker room, does a visible double-take, opens his mouth, then shuts it again.
"What?" Buck asks, knocking his locker door shut.
"Nothing!" Ravi says, fast. Then he makes a face like he's regretting every choice he's made in his life to get him to this point, sighs, and adds, "You got a little—uh," and waves at his own throat.
"Oh, wow," Harry adds, helpfully, from the doorway.
"What?" Buck repeats, half annoyed, half laughing, and Eddie is frozen like a prey animal.
"Um," he says out loud, clumsy and way too late. "Hickeys."
Buck blinks at him. Then he touches his throat, where Eddie battened on less than an hour ago, pinning him to the wall outside the bathroom with a hand on his cock and Buck making beautiful desperate noises in his ear, and then he goes bright red all at once.
"Oh," he says. "I, uh."
"Yeah," Eddie adds helpfully, then wishes he could tape his mouth shut, because Ravi is looking back and forth between them now with an expression of dawning comprehension on his face.
They haven't talked about telling anyone yet. He thought they'd talk about it first.
"Wow," Hen says from the door.
"It cannot possibly be that bad," Buck says, still blushing but smiling about it. "Come on."
"Have you looked in a mirror?" she says, hauling her bag through the door to drop it on the bench. "It's pretty bad."
"You look like you went on a date with a vampire," Ravi adds.
"Oh my god, you guys."
"Looks like it was a fun date, anyway," Hen says, smirking, as she sits down to put her boots on. There's a warmth to it, though, when she glances at Buck, when she glances back at Eddie. Maybe they haven't been as discreet as he thought after all. "This vampire date have a name?"
Buck's eyes find Eddie's again. He's still red, but there's a softness in his face, an unspoken question there.
Eddie takes a deep breath, nods, and steps closer to Buck. Watches the expression of sudden, startled delight on Buck's face, and it warms him enough that his voice comes out steady when he says, "Yeah. Yeah, he does."
😇☺️ happy writing! Hope you had a wonderful vacation!!!
at this point the dick pics are clearly just an excuse to put earlier-season versions of eddie through the closet torture nexus
He knows exactly what he thinks the problem is. He’s also starting to sweat through his uniform despite the chill of the A/C. On the upside, it doesn’t feel like another panic attack and nowadays Eddie will take his wins wherever he can find them.
Eddie:
You do know size isn’t everything, right?
Buck:
Wow.
Says the guy from Texas.
I will block you, Eddie replies immediately, knowing full well it’s an empty threat. The laughing emoji reaction he gets back really makes him feel like he’s been convincing. He casts a beseeching gaze heavenward, not that help ever comes from that direction, and then bites the bullet (ha) and just goes for it.
Eddie:
I’m not the one holding my dick up to the camera lens like I want someone to measure it.
Just. Back off a little.
Give it room to breathe.
Against his better judgment, or perhaps a little too intentionally, for reasons Eddie will not elaborate upon, he adds: Or her, I guess.
Buck:
Oh my god.
Eddie. That is a horrible way to compliment me on my size.
Eddie goes hot from head to toe. It’s a blatantly terrible joke, but the knowledge that Buck is overtly fucking with him on purpose does nothing to quell the way he suddenly wants to leap out of his skin.
Re the key exchange. In my head, I’ve always thought Buck gave Eddie the key shortly after the earthquake quoting back to Eddie what Hen said about her and Bobby exchanging keys: in case one of us doesn’t make it home that day. Hen and Bobby weren’t that close back then and they still did it. To me, Buck used that as justification, even though he and Eddie already shook on it.
Yesssss, I'm picturing Buck blurting it out like 'give me the key to your place - I mean, we both should - spare keys? In case of emergency?' minutes after the ambulance grenade, because he has imprinted on Eddie so hard and fast (😏)
Okay make you write you ask? How about 🐢? I am intrigued! 😘💜
hello dee!! thank u my dear <3
📆🐢- 5 sentences for paper calendar, Harry POV!
Harry leaps out of the Uber when it pulls up to the Bedford street house, barely managing to thank the driver before he’s sprinting to catch Buck, who has his back turned to the road locking his door before heading out on a run.
“Buck!” Harry calls. Buck doesn’t respond; he’s got giant headphones balanced on top of his head. “Buck! Hey, man!”
Buck turns around and spots Harry before he jumps up on the porch. He lowers his headphones and clicks some button on the side to pause whatever he was listening to, a puzzled look forming on his face as Harry reaches him.
“Harry? What are you doing here?”
Ough okay i must say The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells, because I read it at least once a year!! My emotional support android flesh construct with gun arms <3
🦉 Favorite author?
Martha Wells, obviously, but I love Leigh Bardugo and Nghi Vo!! Nghi Vo actually wrote my second favorite ongoing series, The Singing Hills Cycle so, yanno, queen!
Now I'm thinking about Buck putting his bloody shirt in the same spot as the stolen tank top, possibly a garment bag, so no one sees it of course, not to try and preserve the smell or anything, because he's normal and fine. So now he has Eddie's sweat and Eddie's blood, and well, guess he'll need to steal the shirt Eddie has on when he's jacking off all impatient after a long shift, even if that means Buck has to time his arrival just right to get there after Eddie finishes but not before he starts the laundry. It would only make sense to have a trifecta.
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but the thing is he didnt consider having to look at his bestfriend still red faced and a little out of breath and glassy eyed with rumpled hastily thrown on clothes trying to act like he wasnt just jerking off so he fails this task twice over before hes able to Secure The Goods
Yay happy rpf Sundays / summer! I first thought about this since the interviews were announced but your foreplay comment/ask reminded me. Part of me is wondering if they agreed to some pact once they knew buddie was happening this season to keep everything strictly on screen. So all the time spent between takes, running lines, genuinely hanging out on long shoot days, are just building and building with tension that they can’t do anything about. And like then tension in the kitchen fight is !!!!!! Because it’ll help the tension on screen feel more authentic (or some actor argument they come up with) until they finalllyyy got to shoot 818. IF anything even happens happens in 818. And then it’s the pr runs and official break but they still can’t do anything because buckandeddie haven’t done anything yet… and it turns into who is gonna break first longest foreplay of their livesss
auuughhhhhhh coming back from the midseason hiatus and starting a game of chicken. unbearable building tension + feeling like all their bones are about to crack from holding themselves back + mutual longing that makes them feel fucking crazy because they're both right there. and are not their characters. but buck and eddie are separated right now and so they're feeling all those feelings too. letting it all snap out of them at once when they finally open the pressure valve and then sliding right into a pseudo-honeymoon phase of drawn out press tours
