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I have to briefly pause pole dancer!Buck for something else I need to finish, but have this lil snippet (prev snippet here) a bit of foreshadowing that mirrors a canon event 😏
When she swivels away again, he notices her pulling at the sleeves of her cover up, trying to tug them down further.
“Hey. Are you good?”
“Yeah,” she answers dismissively. “Just some creep out there, being a dick and acting like he’s god’s gift to women. You know, the usual.”
An ugly protective sensation curls in his gut. “Did he try something? If he did I can-”
“Buck. While I appreciate the whole white knight routine, I’m a big girl who can take care of herself. Besides, security’s always right there if I need them.”
She’s right, of course. There are bouncers spread throughout the club keeping a watchful eye on everyone and everything. Some of them appear less imposing, but they’re all capable of doing serious damage. And while the situations at the club rarely become that intense, Buck’s still seen enough to know he never wants to be on the receiving end.
Additionally, none of that means shit can’t still happen before security gets it under control.
“I guess you’re right,” he concedes, not feeling the least bit comforted. “Just say the word, yeah?”
based on this prompt: Eddie's parents come to visit unexpectedly. They barge into his bedroom as parents often do and are stunned to see Eddie, Buck, and Chris together holding each other in bed. They're about to freak out when they notice that Buck is bruised and bandaged, Chris is clinging to him and Eddie is super protective. Eddie's parents are floored when Eddie explains that some evil bastard tried to attack Chris with a bat and Buck shielded him, getting beat to hell. It's clear Eddie won't let Buck go
It’s supposed to be a surprise. A fun surprise—planned by Helena, of course, Ramon isn’t really the type to act on a whim, but Helena loves the impulsiveness of it all, and he loves her and so here they are.
It’s late at night now, because their flight was delayed by a couple of hours, but thankfully today is a Friday, which means Christopher doesn’t have school in the morning. Helena feels a little less guilty about barging in so late, knowing her grand kid can sleep in the next day while she makes his favorite blueberry waffles.
“It’s almost ten o’clock.” Ramon says, glancing worriedly at his wrist watch as his wife digs into her purse for their copy of Eddie’s house keys. “Maybe this should wait til morning, no?”
Helena triumphantly retrieves the keys and grins. “Shh, it’s fine. It has to be today.” she half whispers, opening the door, trying to make as little noise as humanly possible. She’s only got two more hours to wish her son a happy birthday, after all, before it passes. It’s ninety percent of the reason they’re even here!
If Ramon and Helena weren’t so focused on being sneaky, on making sure their steps are light as can be, they might have noticed the fact that roughly two weeks ago their son invited a third person to come live with him. But they’re too busy shushing one another, so they ignore all the traces of an unfamiliar occupant in the house.
Helena has the decency to knock on her son’s door, giving him just a few seconds of notice before throwing it open and shouting “Surprise!”
The surprise is all hers, however, as the door swings open to reveal her grandson crammed in the bed, between Eddie and…his coworker?
Ramon blinks, shocked, “What the hell is going on—”
Eddie is out of bed and practically shoving his parents out of the room within seconds, shielding his boys out of view and slamming the door shut behind him. “What are you guys even doing here right now?” he demands to know, forcibly leading them away from his bedroom and towards the end of the hall.
Helena shakes her head. “We came to surprise you, Edmundo, for your birthday. But what is going on? Was that Buck in there? Your coworker? Why was he in bed with you and Christopher? Eddie that’s not–”
“Not any of your business.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw ticking. Helena can see that her son is itching to run back to his boys. She can see that the standoffish attitude is actually defensiveness, and she wonders why.
Ramon, who’s just as stubborn as their son, if not more so, immediately goes on the offense. “Don’t talk to your mother like that! Now tell me why–”
The bedroom door creaks open and Ramon sucks in a harsh breath when he sees the state of his son’s coworker. Buck is leaning precariously against the door frame, and now that he’s not under the covers, Ramon and Helena can see the brutal extent of the young mans injuries.
He’s wearing a pair of pajama pants and what looks to be one of Eddie’s sleeveless, oversized workout shirts. They can see the gauze wrapped around his chest, peeking through the holes of the sides of the shirt. There’s nasty bruising going all the way up from his clavicle to the nape of his neck. His right arm is black and blue, from his forearm down to his wrist, and the most alarming injury yet: the white gauze going around his head, stained red in the middle.
As awful as he looks, he’s still somehow standing, though just barely.
“Eddie, c’mon, don’t fight, it’s not a big deal, I can go, I’ll be fine.” Buck says, trying to disperse some of the tension in the air, among the Diaz family.
“Buck, no, there’s no way you’re leaving!” Eddie starts to say, clearly panicking, when Christopher interrupts, coming out of the room and clinging to Buck’s leg with all his might.
“Bucky no! Please! You can’t go!” he starts to cry, his little shoulders shaking.
Buck looks down, dismayed—he hates to see Christopher like this, but he’s only causing trouble right now, “It’s ok buddy, I promise, I’ll be fine, but it’s probably best if I go–”
“You will go.” Ramon says, his voice booming and authoritative. He can see his son start to argue with him, and even his wife begins to counter him, when Ramon finishes with, “Straight back to bed, young man. Vamos. You don’t look like you’re in any state to be going anywhere right now.”
Eddie blinks, shocked when both his parents start corralling Buck and Christopher back to his room. Helena stops just at the threshold and watches Ramon very carefully help a slightly dazed Buck back into bed. She turns back to her son and silently gestures for him to follow her into the kitchen, where they can speak privately.
