"please. please just listen to me." for the prompts ♥️
hi simi ❤️ i wrote part of this while standing in the cold at work trying to hide from my responsibilities (there just wasn't anything to do but i didn't want to be caught doing nothing and being on my phone). anyway, hope you enjoy!
Today is the day.
Buck feels nervous to the point of nausea, nerves twisting in his stomach in a way that is mostly unpleasant.
He's been trying to talk himself out of it, but Buck is nothing if not stubborn, to the point that even convincing himself that something isn't a good idea is a feat.
And oh boy is this a bad idea. Buck knows that it's a bad idea. Because telling your best friend you're in love with them doesn't generally have the best success rate. Like, fifty-fifty at most, it seems from the stories on the internet.
Buck isn't sure if he likes those odds.
But he also knows that he can't keep this inside any longer. And God, it's probably going to hurt, but he knows that Eddie cares about him. Buck needs to take this chance, or he'll always be thinking about the possibilities.
Because Eddie isn't straight.
Eddie isn't straight, and he dropped that casually in conversation while they were at a bar with the team, nonchalant like it didn't just shift Buck's entire worldview.
Buck needs to get rid of the idea that he has a chance - and the best way to do that is by having Eddie say it to his face. He thinks, at least.
He's got to be realistic - maybe even pessimistic. No expectations mean there is less chance of disappointed, he tells himself.
The knock on his door startles him - he invited Eddie over to the loft, feeling like it would be best if Eddie was the one with the option to leave - and he rushes over, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to clam himself down. It takes long enough that Eddie knocks again.
Eddie frowns as Buck lets him in, probably at Buck's shiftiness, but he when Buck tells him to take a seat at the table, he does so. Buck sits down opposite of him.
It takes him a few minutes before he even thinks he's ready to form words. Eddie is looking at him curiously, but he's waiting patiently for Buck to say what he needs to say. He'd made sure that Eddie knew there was something Buck wanted to talk about when he got here
Their eyes meet over the table, and Buck thinks- he thinks that maybe he should just get it over with.
"I'm in love with you," he blurts out, and before Eddie can react in any way, he keeps on rambling. "Which, I know that's probably not what you were expecting, and I totally get it if it makes you uncomfortable, but I really couldn't keep it in any longer because-"
"Buck."
"Because you have no idea how easy it is to love you, I feel, you and Christopher both, and I just need you to tell me I don't have a chance so my stupid head can stop-"
"Buck!"
"Stop thinking that maybe I have a change, you know? Because I know you don't feel that way about me, and I'm okay with that, so-"
"Buck, I swear to god," Eddie bites out, practically lunging over the table to grab Buck by the collar. Buck looks at him with wide eyes. "Please, please just listen to me."
After his whole rant, Buck is at a loss for words, and he blinks a little stupidly.
"Uhm?"
Eddie seems to realize what he's doing, and his fingers slowly uncurl from Buck's shirt as he takes a deep breath.
"There really is no way to stop you when you've got yourself going, is there?" Eddie asks, but he's smiling fondly, and that has to be a good thing, right? "If you gave me literally a single second to process, you wouldn't have had to given that whole rant."
More blinking from Buck. He's all out of words, it seems. Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head a little.
"I'm in love with you, too, you idiot."
At least he gives Buck the time to process and yeah, that does seem much better, even if all Buck manages by the end of it is a soft "oh". He wasn't prepared for this option.
Eddie is looking at him expectantly, and he raises an eyebrow.
"Are you gonna come over here and kiss me, or do I need to make the first move this time?"
Buck didn't even know he could move this fast. He hits his hip on the corner of the table in his haste, but the bruise is worth it for the way Eddie's lips feel against his.
from the romantic confession dialog prompts