The Wrong Buckley. Part Four of Six. Ao3 Link. Part One. Two. Three.
They don’t talk about it.
Of course they don’t. Why would they?
They’re just… Buck and Eddie. That’s how they are, letting the lines blur sometimes, according to what other people might see as a stereotypical friendship.
But they’re doing… okay.
Well, Eddie has put up some type of wall so Buck can interpret even less of whatever has been going on inside his head recently. But from what he gets glimpses of, it seems like Eddie is panicking. Especially whenever he catches Buck watching him carefully.
It carries over into work a bit. Eddie falters around Buck, tripping over his feet, although he’s one of the least clumsy people Buck’s ever met, and dropping random things ranging from a carrot Buck hands him while prepping dinner to the jaws of life on a scene. Luckily, Buck has his back, so he’s able to scoop the equipment out of his hands before it can hit the ground.
Bobby gives the two of them a concerned look, and on the next scene, he assigns Eddie with Hen.
Buck tries not to act like a kicked puppy, but it’s hard when he doesn't have his partner with him.
“I will never understand how you two never get tired of each other,” Chimney comments as they move to a red car with the left doors crushed in.
Buck frowns. Is that what’s happening? Is Eddie getting tired of him? Without thinking, Buck asks, “Would you get tired of having Maddie around all the time?”
“No,” Chimney replies with a huge grin and no hesitation. “But I think she might lose her mind after a while.”
Buck smiles and glances Eddie’s way. He’s not sure if he could ever get tired of being around Eddie, but maybe he doesn’t feel the same way. He does tend to get under Eddie’s skin in a way not many people can do. But then Buck thinks of the whispered I missed you and his heart flutters.
He frowns when he comes back to reality, taking in the way Eddie is ranting to Hen, too far away to hear a word he’s saying, but by the tension in his shoulders and the furrow in his brow... it looks serious.
“Buck,” Chimney says.
Right. He’s at work. Not the time for Buck to stare at Eddie.
By the time they triage the patient and get him on a backboard, Buck nearly forgets about all the strangeness surrounding him and Eddie.
That is, until the patient being wheeled into the ambulance by Hen and Eddie points directly at Buck and asks, “Is that him?”
Eddie panics and shoves an oxygen mask in her face, giving Buck a nervous, tight smile before climbing into the back of the ambulance, nearly closing the doors on Hen in his rush.
Buck gives Chimney a look and is partially relieved when Chimney’s mirrored, confused look confirms his suspicions.
That was weird.
Surprisingly, the rest of the shift goes by quickly, and soon enough, they’re back in the locker room getting ready to go home.
Buck is trying not to stare at Eddie, who has yet to look at him. But maybe they don't usually make eye contact when they're changing.
Hen pats Eddie's shoulder on her way out, and Eddie is apparently fine to look at her as she asks, "I'll see you tomorrow night?"
Wait what?
Buck's full body turns to Eddie now that he has an excuse to stare. Eddie's spine straightens.
He looks at Buck out of the corner of his eye tentatively before smiling and nodding at Hen. “Yeah, I’ll see you then.”
Chimney leaves alongside Hen, leaving just Buck and Eddie in the silent room.
Buck waits for an explanation, but Eddie doesn’t give him one. Instead, he finishes lacing up his shoes and asks, “Ready?” leaving before Buck can give him an answer, and still not looking at him.
Buck scrambles to button his pants and hurries off after him. He waits until they get into the Jeep to ask, “So, what was that about?”
“What was what about?”
Buck makes sure Eddie’s buckled in before he drives off. “Your plans with Hen for tomorrow night.”
Eddie sighs, head lolling on the seat as he finally glances toward Buck. “She invited me to her and Karen’s wine night with the other wives. Athena can't make it, so I guess I'm taking her place,” he adds on the last part with a wince as if bracing for backlash from Buck.
And yeah, why wasn’t he also invited? Everyone knows they’re basically a package deal. They’re BuckandEddie.
But Buck is trying to be more supportive and less possessive of Eddie’s time. Secretly, he’s a bit relieved that it isn’t a solo Maddie and Eddie hangout, but he definitely doesn’t say that. Instead, alarm bells ring in his head, and he asks, “Wait, Maddie still does wine night?”
Eddie chuckles, “I asked the same thing.” Of course he did. “She drinks that sparkling grape juice stuff we give to Christopher on New Year’s Eve.”
“Oh.” That makes sense.
Buck can feel Eddie watching him as if he’s a ticking time bomb. But all Buck asks is, “So, do you want me to stay with Christopher while you’re out?”
He knows Eddie is surprised by the way his brown eyes widen as he says, “That… would be great.” His phone dings, and he looks away for a moment. “Actually, if you wanted to, you could bring him to Maddie and Chimney’s, where the rest of the kids will be staying for the night. Maddie says he’ll appreciate the help.”
Buck desperately wants to glance over at Eddie’s phone and read exactly what Maddie said to him when she found out he was going to be there. If she told him she was excited to hear from Hen that he was coming, or if Eddie texted her first, and she replied with a bunch of excited emojis.
He painstakingly keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “Yeah, that will be nice. Maybe I can ask them to help me bake something.”
Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have brought up his urge to bake because he can see Eddie’s sharp look out of the corner of his eye. “Buck–”
Buck waves a single hand at him. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” To emphasize how fine he is, he turns on the radio, ending the conversation.
It only takes two minutes for Eddie to reach out and turn the volume down. “I was going to get a ride from Maddie, but I was hoping you’d maybe drop me off?”
Buck risks a glance at Eddie when the car comes to a stop. He can see that Eddie’s trying to placate him with the offer.
And it’s unfortunately working.
Buck can never resist those pleading brown eyes.
A car honks behind him, and Buck focuses on the task of driving again, reluctantly drawing his eyes away from Eddie’s. He makes two turns before he answers, “That would be nice.”
Eddie leans forward and turns the music back up. But on the way back, his hand settles on the center console, palm up.
Buck glances at him, finding Eddie giving him a small smile. And what is he supposed to do other than take Eddie’s hand and hold it for the rest of the drive home?
He’s such a good best friend.
-:-:-:-:-:-
Whatever weirdness from the day before disappears on their day off, and Buck’s able to enjoy the mundaneness of a day of running errands with Eddie – not that he can truly call it “mundane” when he’s with Eddie, but that’s beside the point.
“We’re not going somewhere to get your oil changed,” Eddie says as they load the groceries into the back of Buck’s Jeep.
“You’re the one who volunteered to join me on my errands day, which happens to include an oil change and car wash.”
Eddie scoffs, “You’re really telling me you waste your money on those things?”
“You’ve never gotten an oil change?” Buck asks, fully turning to face Eddie.
Eddie rolls his eyes as he tosses the last bag in the back. He crosses his arms as he faces Buck. “Nope.”
“That’s literally not possible.”
“Yes, it is,” Eddie argues, nudging Buck back before he closes the door of the trunk.
“So, you kill all your cars?”
Eddie laughs and makes his way back to the passenger seat. Buck scrambles to get into the driver’s seat to continue the conversation, only to find Eddie digging through his glove box. He doesn’t even give Buck a guilty look when he catches him; if anything, he looks annoyed by the amount of stuff Buck has thrown in there.
“Uh,” Buck manages to get out when Eddie raises an eyebrow and pulls out a handful of ketchup packets. “Did you know someone survived on ketchup packets after getting trapped in their car?”
“I think you told me about that,” Eddie replies, still digging through, biceps flexing in a way that makes Buck feel a little light-headed. He needs to ban him from wearing those in public, they're entirely indecent.
Buck reluctantly pulls his eyes away from Eddie's arms to ask, “So, what are you looking for?”
“Your car manual.”
“Oh, it’s under your seat.”
Eddie gives him a look before reaching down and patting around a bit before he pulls it into his lap. He flips it open, and only then does Buck remember why he knows exactly where it is.
A full strip of condoms falls into Eddie’s lap.
Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, and Buck shrugs. “It’s always good to be prepared.”
“That's why you knew where it was,” Eddie says more so than asks with a sigh as he continues flipping through the manual.
Buck refuses to confirm that and instead asks, “What do you need in there?”
“Not a condom,” Eddie replies snarkily. Buck can feel his face heat up. “Here,” Eddie says, turning the little book toward him, pointing at something in the middle of the page.
It’s the section about oil changes, but specifically what oil he needs for his car.
Eddie starts typing something on his phone and puts it away after finding what he needs. He grabs the manual from Buck, slipping the condoms back in before stashing it beneath the front seat and climbing out of the car.
“Uh, w-where are you going?” Buck asks, opening his own door.
“They’ve got the oil you need in the store.”
The pinch between Buck’s brows deepens.
Eddie waits for him to get whatever it is, and when he doesn’t, he finally explains, “I’m changing your oil.”
Buck can feel his entire body light up as he gets it. “That’s why you’ve never gotten your oil changed.”
Eddie shakes his head and chuckles as he closes his door.
“Wait,” Buck says as he meets Eddie outside the car. “What about the car wash?”
Eddie claps his back and casually says, “I can wash it for you, too.”
And as he walks away, Buck's eyes flicker down to take in the way Eddie's jeans fit him just right. Buck swallows heavily, wondering if this is going to be a huge mistake.
-:-:-:-:-:-
Here’s the thing…
Buck knows Eddie is attractive.
Anyone who has ever laid eyes on him knows that.
But Eddie wearing a different sleeveless shirt worn with time and various grease and oil stains, sweat clinging to that single strand of hair on his forehead as he suds up Buck’s beloved Jeep after changing the oil with practiced ease… It’s sinful.
And Buck doesn’t know if he’s going to survive.
He’s gone inside three times already with various excuses. Bathroom, lemonade, bathroom again. He’s running out of excuses fast. And every time he comes back outside, Eddie manages to look more and more tantalizingly unkempt, and Buck wonders at what point he can excuse himself to take a cold shower.
“You’re sure I can’t help you?” Buck asks as he leans against the side of the house, watching.
“Yeah, man. Can’t risk us both needing to shower and being late to pick up Chris. Your company is great.”
Except Buck’s company isn’t great. They have barely said a word to each other since Eddie finished explaining step by step the oil change process, and it was truly in one ear and out the other for Buck because Eddie had also decided to wear shorts, which is something he never does. So, of course, Buck is going to take the opportunity to memorize every muscle. That's just what best friends do.
Buck risks a glance at his phone to check the time when it sinks in that they need to leave soon. “Hey–” he completely stops breathing when he sees Eddie, turned away from him, bent over to rewet his rag.
When he straightens up, he looks over his shoulder with a small smile. “Did you say something?”
Did he? Was there something he wanted to say to him?
His phone alarm goes off. Shit. “Uh, yeah! We need to pick up Chris. Well… I can pick him up if you don’t mind me taking your car.”
Eddie smiles at him, those sharp canines that drive Buck a little crazy fully on display. “Of course, Buck. What’s mine is yours. I’ll finish up here and jump in the shower.”
Buck nods and heads inside, trying not to get stuck on what’s mine is yours.
He grabs Eddie’s keys quickly and gives him a brief goodbye, trying not to look at him directly, or he’s going to end up staying until he’s done. And not only does he not want to deal with the sarcastic comments from a moody teenage Chris, but he also really doesn’t want to spend any more time thirsting after his straight best friend.
The traffic isn’t bad, and other than something spoken under Chris’s breath after Buck explains why his dad isn’t there, the ride back is lovely. He hasn’t spent too much alone time with Chris since he’s gotten back, and really, although he’s experiencing a bit of fomo about wine night, he’s glad he’s hanging out with Chris and the other kids tonight.
“Hey, Chris, how do you feel about ordering that weird pineapple pizza along with the cheese and pepperoni for tonight?”
“You mean the one my dad hates?”
Buck nods.
“Hell yeah.”
“Language,” Buck tries to say somewhat sternly, but his big smile doesn’t help anything.
“Okay, Dad,” Chris mumbles under his breath again.
Buck tries not to think about why it sounds so right the entire ride home.
-:-:-:-:-:-
It’s not long until Chris and Buck are back in the car, dropping a freshly showered Eddie off.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” Buck calls out.
“That’s not exactly a long list, Buck,” Eddie replies, getting a laugh out of Chris. He gets out of the car and turns back to say, “You take care of him, okay?”
“I will,” Chris and Buck both reply at the same time.
Eddie gives Buck a wink and a wave goodbye. Buck watches until he gets into the house, getting a big hug from Karen before he’s pulled inside. Even after, he waits a few moments, already missing him.
“Pizza?” Chris asks.
Buck reaches back to give him a fist bump. “Pizza.”
The rest of the night goes by faster than Buck wants it to. They have a heated discussion about pineapple on pizza, choosing either “Eddie’s right” or “Buck’s right.” But only Chimney chooses “Chimney’s right” about pineapple only pairing well with anchovies. Which then dissolves into a discussion about the history of anchovies, and the next time they can all go to the aquarium.
Buck gets some help with his chocolate chip cookies in between rounds of Super Smash Bros, but the kids are mainly distracted by how comedically bad Chimney is at the game.
When the cookies are done, they all vote on watching Finding Nemo after their lively fish discussion – and at the insistence of Jee, who no one can truly argue with. By the time the movie is done, Buck and Chimney very regrettably have to inform the kids that it’s still a school night, which means bedtime and time for Buck and Chris to head home.
After many hugs and with a small container of baked goods in hand, Buck heads out the door, checking his phone for the hundredth time for a text from Eddie, but… apparently, they take their wine night seriously.
When they get back home, Buck nearly gets bribed into watching the first episode of some show Chris started in Texas, but Buck talks him out of it when he thinks of the look of betrayal from Eddie when he finds out they started without him.
So, with the promise of pancakes in the morning, Buck wishes Chris goodnight and stares at his phone.
An hour later, it pings with a text from Eddie.
readyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️
Buck raises his eyebrows. That’s… interesting. He sends a quick response that he’s on his way before rushing to the car.
The drive over is boring and uneventful on his own, but as soon as he parks in front of the house, he can sense that's about to change.
The Wilson house door swings open when Buck is halfway down the yard.
“Buck!” Eddie calls out. He takes a few unsteady steps forward until Maddie appears behind him and wraps an arm around his waist to steady him.
Buck picks up his pace until he’s right in front of Eddie smiling at him like he’s the greatest thing he’s ever seen. “Hi.”
“Hi,” Eddie says back with a damn giggle before he stumbles into Buck’s arms.
Maddie gives him a knowing look when Buck tucks his head over Eddie’s shoulder. Buck furrows his brows at her and glances toward the closed door behind her. “Where are Hen and Karen?”
Before she can answer, Eddie cuts in, “Hen put Karen to bed before bad things could happen out here.”
“Okay,” Maddie says with a pat to Eddie’s back, eyes wide, “Let’s get you home.”
Eddie holds onto Buck a little tighter. “Wanna stay here.”
Buck’s heart melts a little.
“I’m sure Buck will let you hug him for as long as you want when you two get home,” Maddie says.
Buck gives her a look.
Maddie gives him one back.
“Maddie,” Eddie says, pulling away from Buck, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Buck freezes while Maddie laughs. It’s like time slows down as Buck watches Eddie turn to Maddie, eyes lighting up before he takes a swaying step forward, bending down to plant a firm kiss against Maddie’s temple.
And then there’s the way that Maddie laughs, carefree, so full of joy that her smile is nearly blinding.
“I love you, too, Eddie,” Maddie says so sincerely that Buck feels like she’s plunged a knife straight through his heart. “Now let’s get you to the car.”
Buck takes Eddie’s right side, and Maddie takes the left as they make their way to the Jeep.
When they get Eddie inside, Maddie gives Buck a brief hug, laughing as Eddie pouts at them through the window. “We should do that dinner with you two soon? Double date?”
“Very funny,” Buck manages to get out, trying to sound appropriately put off, but it comes out all strangled and wrong.
Maddie stares at him. “What’s wrong?”
Buck shakes his head. “Uh, nothing. Just didn’t sleep much last night.”
He knows that she sees right through the lie, but she doesn’t push. “Okay, but… You know you can always talk to me, right?”
“Yeah,” he lies again. “Oh, Jee helped me make some cookies. There should be some left for you.”
Maddie squeezes his arm, eyes soft as she says, “I love you, too.”
Despite everything, Buck can’t help but smile at his sister. “Goodnight, Maddie.”
“Goodnight, Evan. Good luck with him.”
Buck glances back at the window where Eddie is drawing a heart in the condensation on the glass. How much wine did he drink?
When Buck gets into the car, Eddie asks, “Have I ever told you how amazing your sister is?”
This is going to be a long drive home.
“Uh, yeah. I may have overheard a thing or two,” Buck confesses.
Eddie drunkenly hums, head lolling to the side when he looks at Buck. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
Buck laughs as he drives off. “No, I don’t think you have.”
“Couldn’t shut up about you tonight. Karen made a rule that anytime I brought you up, we would take a drink,” Eddie laughs and leans over the console, whispering, “We had to open another bottle.”
So, two glasses of water on the nightstand tonight and a pain killer type of drunk. “All good things?” Buck hopes aloud.
“Always a good thing talking about you.” Eddie pauses. “Unless you’re Maddie because she did not want to hear some of the things I had to say.”
Buck’s heart stutters. Is Maddie jealous of his and Eddie’s relationship? Does she want to be the one spending all of their time with Eddie instead?
“I was told not to talk,” Eddie says suddenly, pantomiming zipping his lips closed and tossing the key.
Wait, do Hen and Karen know? “Uh, why’s that?”
When they get to another stop, Eddie pretends to unlock his mouth. “Because I need to not confess anything to you when drunk.”
There it is. The truth about what he and Maddie really are to each other. Buck can read between the lines. He's not an idiot.
“There’s something we can do that doesn’t involve talking,” Eddie says in a low tone Buck has only heard a handful of times. Before he knows it, Eddie is reaching under his seat for the second time this day.
“Eddie-”
Eddie’s loud laugh cuts him off as he pulls the condoms out of the manual with a flourish. “Can’t believe you have these under this seat. How many times have I sat here without knowing about these?”
“God, you are drunk," Buck says, not entirely focusing on what he's saying for his own sanity.
“Are these an extra-large?”
Buck turns red as he snatches the strip and tosses it under his seat, hoping to end this mortifying one-sided conversation.
A few moments pass before Eddie fucking giggles, “Firehose.”
Buck groans and puts his hand over Eddie’s mouth. He’s expecting him to do something dumb like lick his hand, but Eddie just grabs his hand and lays it palm up in his hand. He studies it as if it’s the most important thing in the world, fingers tracing over calluses and sensitive skin.
It seems to keep him occupied for most of the drive home. On the last street, Eddie quietly tangles their fingers together, pressing his cheek against Buck’s hand as he stares at him.
Buck doesn’t dare look over.
He lets go of Eddie’s hand with the promise of letting Eddie hold it when he gets him out of the car. And Eddie does just that.
When they get inside the front door, Buck whispers, “Remember to be quiet while Christopher is sleeping.”
“Yeah?” Eddie whispers loudly, leaning back against the front door. “We can be quiet.”
He says it so suggestively that Buck has to take a step away in hopes that Eddie will remember it’s him. Not one of the girls he’s dated. Or worse… Maddie. “Let’s get ready to go to bed.”
Eddie winks at him, finger coming up to his lips, silently gushing him.
Buck turns away, trying not to let the sight affect him as he pulls Eddie down the hall. Maybe he should sleep on the couch tonight.
Luckily, they make it to the bathroom with minimal stumbling or talking. When Buck suggests Eddie take his turn in the bathroom, Eddie insists he just needs to brush his teeth, which they can do together.
Eddie’s arm nudges against Buck's the entire time. He apologizes with a squint of his eyes as he smiles at Buck in the mirror.
When they’re done, Buck leads them back to their room with no issues. But when the door closes, Eddie’s hand drops from Buck’s in favor of stripping his shirt off, but he gets stuck midway through. Buck tries not to laugh. “Need a hand?”
Eddie sighs dramatically, “No.”
Buck helps him anyway and tosses the shirt into their laundry basket.
“Do you need help with yours?” Eddie asks with a slight quiver in his voice.
Buck shakes his head. “I’m okay. Let’s focus on you right now.”
Eddie smiles at Buck, hands cupping his face, thumbs running gently over his stubble as he says, “My Buckley.”
Buck’s heart plummets to the ground. Eddie thinks he’s Maddie.
He grabs Eddie’s hands and pulls them away from his face slowly, using them to guide Eddie to the dresser where he keeps his sweatpants. When Eddie refuses to let go of his hand, Buck manages to use their joined hands to not only open the drawer for the grey sweats but also pull out a pair before going to Eddie’s side of the bed.
“You’re going to have to let go to get these on, Eds.”
With much hesitation, Eddie slides his hands away from Buck’s.
Buck makes the mistake of taking a step back, and Eddie immediately latches back on.
“Hey, hey,” Buck says gently, ducking his head to get eye level with him, “I’m just getting your water, okay?”
Eddie nods and squeezes his hands. “You’re the best. I love you.”
Buck swallows hard.
That’s something best friends say to each other. All the time. It’s normal.
Except for Buck and Eddie, who just… haven’t said those words to each other. They’ve always shown their love in other ways, and there was never a need to say it outright. For some reason, it just never felt right.
Eddie must not sense Buck’s panic because he starts tugging at the button on his pants, and Buck takes it as his sign to excuse himself.
He makes his way to the kitchen and fills up two glasses, wondering if the words were meant for Maddie again. He knows Eddie said they weren’t having an affair, and they have a no lying rule in the house, but… he confessed it in the car, right?
He sighs and shakes his head, grabbing the bottle of pain meds on the way back to the room. He wonders if he should ask Eddie about everything while he’s drunk, but that would be too deceptive.
When he opens the door, he’s met with the sight of Eddie only in his boxers, the sweatpants knocked off the bed, snoring away into his pillow.
Buck grabs a spare blanket from the closet and drapes it over him, not wanting to disturb his sleep too much.
As he grabs the pants off the floor, Eddie’s phone lights up in the dark room.
A text from Maddie.
Buck looks at Eddie. He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t.
Buck puts away the sweatpants and makes it to his side of the bed. But he doesn’t get in it.
Instead, he makes his way over to Eddie’s side, grabbing Eddie’s phone off the nightstand.
Buck climbs into his side of the bed, glancing at Eddie facing the opposite wall. He really shouldn't do this.
He turns on the phone, typing in Eddie’s six-digit password he’s had for years – Chris’s birthday.
He opens his messages, taking a deep breath before opening the ones from Maddie.
Hc where Diego's S/O gets massively drunk and he has to take them home with them uttering how much they love him
[ In a nice AU where everyone is happy and Diego is alive.]✖ DIEGO BRANDO ✖- It was the after party marking the final end of the Steel Ball Run, of course you being The S/O of the now world famous Diego Brando, had a whole bunch of drinks being constantly offered to you in congratulations of his win.- You thought you understood your limit well enough, the answer was no, not when every 5 steps you took both you and Diego get offered more alcoholic drinks in celebration.- Diego however, knew how to hold his liquor well so that boy now has to deal with your slowly increasing lack of personal space with regards to him and your slowly fading consciousness as the party dragged on.- Later into the party he begun to decline the drinks for you, talking about how it was “ Rude for you to offer drinks to my maiden!” before he scoffed and dragged you away, taking your shot of the drinks for himself.- Soon enough, the party ended late into the night and there you were, never having left his side the entire time but now dead drunk. Your face flushed and your body warm from the alcohol pumping through your veins. - Diego was slightly irritated by your lack of conduct but he isn’t complaining, even in your dead drunk state, all you could talk about was him. The only person you spoke to was him and your arms were still only draped around him. With all that attention and proof of your loyalty, how Could he get angry with you.- It was time to go home, and thank god you were staying with Diego in the same hotel this time for he could simply bring you back to somewhere safe in his general proximity.- Of course, Silver Bullet being left in the stables nearby was roused from his sleep and mounted by Diego with you sitting on his lap.- As the two of you rode off from the Town Hall towards your hotel your arms were just around his waist, with your head resting against his chest you constantly told him how much you loved him, in all sincerity, each sentence a different metaphor and each confession filled with pure passion as your arms tightened around him.- “ S/O…you’re dead drunk, you reek of alcohol now shut up.” His face too was red from embarassment as he refused to look into your eyes, albiet afraid to see how much you meant it when you told him You Loved Him.- When you both finally reached your hotel for the night, you would both dismount, with Diego catching you in your drunkard stumble. As you fall into his arms you’d give him the most genuine smile, thanking him for choosing you even though now he could almost have any girl he wanted, he still chose you.- “ S/O stop spouting nonsense! Of course I’d stay by you.” He’d force out the last sentence as you under the influence of alcohol suddenly tiptoed and pressed your lips against his, daring enough to proclaim your undying love.- This time, now that it was just the two of you and Silver Bullet , he’d kiss you back just as hard. “ Just this once, if you forget I’m not going to repeat it your hear me!” After you nodded at him, curious what he was going to say. Diego would then pick you up, kissing your forehead before whispering to you “ I love you too.”- Then you’d wake up the next morning with Diego still sleeping beside you with no memory of everything that happened last night, or at least, that’s what he hoped.- What happened to Silver Bullet, it being the good horse it is, waited for his master to carry you into your Suite before Diego came back to drag it back to its stable.
I decided–since I decided to transcribe the ritual portion of last week’s episode– that I might just as well do the whole thing. It is now half one, I am beyond tired, and I’m not even 30 minutes into the episode. And the first 10 minutes was fanart.
At least I’m nearing the ritual portion where I have previously transcribed.
I regret everything. I am in pain. But I want to see this through. This is what happens when I have some form of free time.
