#michelle does flufftober

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it hangs in the air like stars in the sky | buddie | getting together | 2.3k

written for @flufftober day 3: favourite scent!

“You smell different,” Buck blurts out before his brain can catch up. “What?” Eddie frowns. His cheeks darken, though, one of his biggest tells. Buck must be on to something, then. Buck leans forward, inhaling deeply. Among the smell of their food, he recognises something that suddenly seems familiar. A rich scent, sandalwood and leather, but something citrusy in there as well. It’s warm and inviting, and it’s not Eddie’s usual scent at all. That’s not to say that Buck doesn’t like the way Eddie usually smells, of course! He does, he definitely does. It’s just different, is all he’s saying. Fancier. More indulgent. And Eddie only ever smells like this for very specific reasons. “You're wearing cologne,” Buck says, still processing as he talks. “You’re- that’s your fancy stuff, isn’t it?”

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my wishes come true (whenever i'm with you) | buddie | only one bed | 3.6k

buck and eddie have to share a bed in a hotel. for @flufftober day 31, make a wish!

“You okay?” Buck whispers into the darkness. There's a pause before Eddie responds, his voice low and a bit hesitant. “Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m not really used to sharing a bed with someone anymore, you know? It’s been a while.” Buck’s heart skips a beat at the admission. He knew this, of course, but hearing Eddie say it out loud makes it more real somehow. He swallows hard, gathering his courage before speaking. “Yeah, I get that,” he says softly. “It’s been a while for me too. But it’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Having someone there?” “It is,” Eddie says. “I- I always liked that. With Shannon, sure, but also with you, during quarantine. It feels safer.” “I feel safer, too.” Buck’s voice drops down to a whisper. There's a moment of stillness, and then Eddie moves closer, his knee accidentally bumping against Buck’s thigh. “Sorry,” Eddie murmurs, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he stays there, the warmth of his body radiating through the thin barrier of their pants.

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in my heart and in our home | buddie | fluff | 1.3k

when buck comes over to look for one of his shirts, eddie has a realisation. written for @flufftober day 26: "i can't find it"!

“Hey,” Eddie says, looking up from his book with a frown. Buck is supposed to be heading over to Maddie’s for dinner and a poker game. As much as Eddie loves the sight of his boyfriend, he also knows that this isn’t where Buck should be right now. “Is everything okay?” “I can’t find it,” is all Buck says. He toes his shoes off and takes his shirt off in the same breath. Yeah, Eddie is confused. “You can’t find what?” Buck runs a hand through his hair, leaving it tousled and fluffy, just the way Eddie likes best. His blue eyes are wide with frustration as he meets Eddie's gaze. “That light brown button-up? The thick one? I wanted to wear it tonight.” Buck heads towards Eddie’s bedroom as he talks. Eddie places his book on the couch and gets up, following Buck. “I’ve looked everywhere in the loft,” Buck continues, his voice tinged with exasperation. “I’ve torn apart my closet, checked under the bed, even looked in the laundry hamper. It’s like it vanished into thin air. I mean, I did find three socks I’d been missing, and a bookmark, but still.” “And you’re hoping you left it here,” Eddie finishes Buck’s thought.

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[becausebuckley]

fuck it friday!

saying fuck it to friday on saturday morning sounds about right lol. thanks @inell for the tag! here’s a little bit from an upcoming flufftober fic <3

if you’re seeing this, you’re tagged!

As Eddie sits up, the covers fall away, revealing his body. Buck’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. Eddie is wearing a familiar navy blue hoodie, one that Buck had been searching for weeks. The soft, well-worn fabric hugs Eddie’s shoulders, its colour slightly faded from countless washes.

That’s Buck’s hoodie.

Buck’s mouth goes dry. This is his hoodie, the one he thought he’d lost ages ago. He remembers offering it to Eddie on a chilly evening, but when it hadn’t turned up in the drawer of clothes he keeps at Eddie’s place, he figured he’d been mistaken and had lost it somewhere. But here it is, right in the Diaz house. Right here, on Eddie’s body.

Eddie, clearly oblivious to Buck’s realisation, stretches his arms above his head, yawning. The sight sends a warm flutter through Buck’s chest. The hoodie is slightly too big on Eddie, the sleeves falling past his wrists and the hem bunching around his waist. It’s a bit oversized on Buck, after all, and though they’re pretty much the same height, Buck’s chest and shoulders are broader. It looks impossibly soft, lived-in, as if the mere fact that Eddie is wearing it transforms it into the ultimate comfort object. Buck is struck by the sudden urge to fall into his best friend’s arms and rub his cheek against the fabric. And then maybe against Eddie’s skin.

Huh.

That’s new.

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forever and ever (all of that and more) | buddie | proposal | 1.6k

after a long day, eddie takes care of buck. for @flufftober day 30, “forever?”!

It happens on a Wednesday. It’s a normal Wednesday, really. Buck and Eddie finished a shift in the morning, caught up on some sleep throughout the day. Christopher had school, then science club. Buck and Eddie picked him up together, groceries in the back of the car. Then it was time for homework and cooking, Buck and Eddie dancing around each other in the kitchen while they worked. And now, they’re at the kitchen table together, eating and talking about their day. As Buck reaches for the salt, his hand brushes against Eddie’s, and a familiar spark of electricity courses through him. It's nothing new, of course. Each touch has felt electric for a long time, for as long as they’ve known each other. That has only multiplied now that they’re together, have been for months. Eddie isn’t sure what does it. If it’s the touch, or the lasagna Buck’s perfected, or the way he’s listening attentively to Christopher. Or maybe it’s all of it, all of it mingling together with his love for Buck and building up the only way it can. “Marry me,” he blurts out.

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let me wash it all away | buddie | showering together | 2k

after a long day, eddie takes care of buck. for @flufftober alternate prompt 1, “i've got you”!

Buck nods, leaning into Eddie’s touch as he helps him remove his clothes. Eddie’s fingers are gentle as they unbutton Buck’s shirt, carefully sliding it off his broad shoulders. He kneels down to untie Buck’s shoes, helping him step out of them before working on his belt and jeans, then socks and underwear. Buck shivers as the cool air hits his bare skin, goosebumps rising on his arms and chest. “Almost there,” Eddie murmurs, guiding Buck towards the shower. He helps Buck step under the warm spray, watching as his eyes close in relief, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease. Water cascades down Buck’s body, plastering his curls to his forehead and tracing rivulets along the planes of his muscles. Eddie quickly strips off his own clothes, leaving them in a heap on the bathroom floor next to Buck’s. A problem for future him, he thinks. He steps into the shower behind Buck, wrapping his arms around his back, letting Buck rest his weight on him. Buck keeps his head tilted to the spray, sighing contently. Eddie begins to rub his hands up and down Buck’s arms and chest, helping him warm up and relax just a little more. “Feels good,” Buck says, voice rough. His eyes are still closed, head falling down to rest on Eddie’s shoulder, exposing the line of his throat.

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have my hoodie (have all of me) | buddie | sharing clothes | 3k

written for @flufftober day 7: hoodie weather!

As Eddie sits up, the covers fall away, revealing his body. Buck’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight before him. Eddie is wearing a familiar navy blue hoodie, one that Buck had been searching for weeks. The soft, well-worn fabric hugs Eddie’s shoulders, its colour slightly faded from countless washes. That’s Buck’s hoodie. Buck’s mouth goes dry. This is his hoodie, the one he thought he’d lost ages ago. He remembers offering it to Eddie on a chilly evening, but when it hadn’t turned up in the drawer of clothes he keeps at Eddie’s place, he figured he’d been mistaken and had lost it somewhere. But here it is, in the Diaz house. Right here, on Eddie’s body. Eddie, clearly oblivious to Buck’s realisation, stretches his arms above his head, yawning. The sight sends a warm flutter through Buck’s chest. The hoodie is slightly too big on Eddie, the sleeves falling past his wrists and the hem bunching around his waist. It’s a bit oversized on Buck, after all, and though they’re pretty much the same height, Buck’s chest and shoulders are broader. It looks impossibly soft, lived-in, as if the mere fact that Eddie is wearing it transforms it into the ultimate comfort object. Buck is struck by the sudden urge to fall into his best friend’s arms and rub his cheek against the fabric. And then maybe against Eddie’s skin. Huh. That’s new.

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we have each other | buddie | getting together | 1.7k

buck and eddie, waking up after they confessed their love for each other

written for @flufftober alternate prompt 2: rainy day!

Buck wakes up to the sound of rain falling down. The gentle pitter-patter on the roof grows louder, a rhythmic symphony that draws Buck from his slumber. His eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. The rain’s melody beckons him, whispering promises of puddles to splash in and petrichor-scented air to breathe deeply. Buck loves the rain. He always has. As a kid, he loved going outside and jumping in puddles, stomping around in his little rain boots. It used to infuriate his parents to no end, at least until Maddie took over doing Buck’s laundry and their parents no longer had to deal with his wet, dirty clothes. Now, too, Buck loves the rain. He loves lazing around when it rains, loves going for jogs in the drizzle. If there’s not too much wind, he likes to open his balcony doors, let the smell and sound drift into his loft. His muscles twitch with the urge to climb out of bed and press his nose against cool glass, to watch droplets race down the windowpane and see the world washed anew. Maybe he’ll go downstairs, open those balcony doors. But as he shifts, he becomes aware of a warm weight across his torso. Eddie’s arm, strong and protective, holds him close. Eddie’s arm. Eddie, still asleep. Eddie, in bed with Buck, because Buck isn’t in the loft at all.

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