If there's nothing going on you wont mind if I asked [her/him] out? Prompt. If it inspires 😊
(kiss me) beneath the milky twilight
2.3k, T, ao3 link // jealous!buck chaperones christopher's planetarium field trip
Christopher’s been talking about the field trip for months, from the moment he first heard his class would be spending the night in the planetarium. He’d marked it on the calendar in big red letters, crossing off day after day until it finally loomed at the end of the week.
It’s all Buck’s been hearing about for months. So when one of the chaperones falls ill just a couple of days before and puts the whole field trip in jeopardy, he doesn’t hesitate to volunteer.
Christopher, of course, is overjoyed, and Buck is too—until he climbs aboard a school bus bright and early on a Friday morning and folds himself into a seat, Eddie slotting in right next to him, and realises exactly what he’s gotten himself into.
The bus bench is small—built for middle schoolers, not six-foot firefighters. With the two of them together like this there’s no extra room, no air between them. They’re pressed together, knee to hip to shoulder, elbows in each other’s laps. They probably shouldn’t be two to a seat like this, but Eddie had slid in next to him without hesitation.
And that’s the problem.
Eddie’s always right next to him, always in his space without thinking twice about it. He leans across Buck to reach the window, pushing it open with with his hand on Buck’s knee and his shoulder digging into Buck’s chest. The top of his head brushes Buck’s chin, and when he sits up again he grins at Buck, easy, like there’s nothing special about any of it.
And that’s the problem.
Because Buck’s breath catches every time Eddie touches him. Buck’s heart starts racing when their shoulders brush, electricity sparks under his skin when Eddie hands him something and their fingertips touch. Buck forgets how to breathe, sometimes, when Eddie stands too close to him, and Eddie—
Well, Eddie doesn’t even seem to notice. And there’s nothing about the planetarium that should make a difference, not really, but it always feels different outside of their Buck-Eddie-Christopher bubble like this. When it’s just the three of them at the Diaz house it doesn’t matter if Buck’s heart skips a couple of beats, if he stumbles over his words or over his feet sometimes. It doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day it’s still the three of them.
But out here, out in the real world—Buck’s seen the way people look at Eddie. He can’t blame them. And he’s seen the way Eddie looks back, sometimes, thoughtful, like maybe he’s considering it.
Buck’s not sure he wants a front-row seat to this show, but the bus is already moving and it’s too late to back out now.
It starts earlier than he’d expected. They’ve just barely gotten off the bus and stowed their belongings in a storeroom, and the kids are milling around waiting for the guide who’s going to give them a tour of the exhibits.
“Hey,” someone says behind Buck, and he turns to see one of the other chaperones, a dad he vaguely recognises as belonging to one of Christopher’s friends. “Buck, right?”
“Yeah,” Buck says. “And you’re—I’m so sorry, I’m completely blanking right now.”
The dad laughs. “No worries,” he says. “I’m Matt. Jenna’s dad.”
“Of course,” Buck says. “We just saw you at Chris’s birthday.”
“Yeah,” Matt says. “Thanks for the party, by the way. I’m pretty sure Jenna ran out without saying that.”
“Yeah, this age is like that,” Buck grins, glancing around the room to find Christopher, across the way with Eddie crouched in front of him, listening intently. Christopher looks to be explaining something, complete with hand gestures that threaten to clip Eddie in the nose every few seconds, but Eddie is grinning at his son.
Matt seems to follow his gaze, then clears his throat. “Actually—there’s something I was wondering.”
“Yeah?” Buck asks, still looking at Eddie, at the intent way he focuses on Christopher and the obvious joy and pride radiating from him.
“You and Eddie,” Matt says. “Are you two—”
Buck jolts, head whipping around to face Matt. “Are we—are we what?” His voice comes out a little hoarse.
“Together?” Matt asks. “I’ve been—it’s hard to get a read on you guys. Chris is always talking about you guys like you’re family, but then sometimes he says his dad is going on dates. So I just thought—”
“No,” Buck makes himself say, even as it scrapes his throat like shards of glass on its way out. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends.”
Matt frowns. “Are you sure?”
Buck swallows, closes his eyes for a second and tries to school his face into a smile. “I’m sure,” he says. “Nothing going on there.”
“Okay,” Matt says. He’s quiet for another second, then—“So if there’s nothing going on, you wouldn’t mind if I asked him out? I mean—he dates men, right? I’m sure I’ve heard Chris saying that.”
Silently, Buck counts to ten in his mind, then forces out another smile. “He does, yeah. Sometimes.”
He dates men, just not Buck. It had been the final nail in the coffin of his dreams—Eddie had come out, started dipping his toes in the expanded dating pool newly available to him, and still never so much as looked in Buck’s direction.
“Okay then,” Matt says. “Well, uh—thanks, I guess. For, uh—for the information.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, his smile growing increasingly tighter. “No problem.”
Eddie finds him later, when they’re all settling into their seats for the film screening. He drops into the chair next to Buck, leaning back as far as the chair goes and tipping his head back. He’s quiet for long enough that Buck knows he’s building up to something, but he doesn’t realise what it is until Eddie opens his mouth.
“So, uh—Jenna’s dad asked me out,” he says. “Matt. He’s—” Eddie sits up and cranes his head, like he’s trying to find Matt to point him out.
“Yeah, I know Matt,” Buck says. “He works fast.”
Eddie turns to look at Buck, frowning. “What do you mean?”
Buck shrugs, as nonchalant as he knows how, and tips back in his chair. “He was asking about you earlier.”
“Asking about me how?”
“Oh, you know,” Buck says, trying to keep his voice light. “Wanted to make sure there isn’t anything between you and me. That the coast is clear.”
“Huh,” Eddie says. “What did—what did you tell him?”
“He asked you, didn’t he?” Buck says. “Did you say yes?”
“I—yeah,” Eddie says. “I mean, I didn’t really have a reason not to. At least—I don’t think I do.”
“Yeah,” Buck says. “Just like I told him.” He tries not to let the bitterness seep in, but he’s not so sure he’s successful.
Eddie shifts in his seat, turns almost all the way towards Buck and back again. He turns a third time and opens his mouth, but just then the planetarium guide stands up at the front of the room and starts telling them about the film they’re going to see.
“Buck—” Eddie tries to say when the film begins, but Buck cuts him off.
“Shh. I’m trying to watch the Big Bang.”
When the film ends Eddie turns to him again, blinking in the sudden light. “Buck—” he says, reaching for Buck’s arm. “About this Matt thing—”
Buck pulls his arm away. “What about it?”
“It’s not—I don’t have to go,” Eddie says, staring at Buck’s arm where he’s crossed it against his stomach.
“Don’t be stupid,” Buck says, forcing a laugh. “He seems nice enough. And it’s not like there’s anyone else you’re interested in, right?”
Eddie’s quiet for a long moment, his eyes still fixed on Buck’s arm, before he replies. “Right.”
Buck avoids Eddie for the rest of the evening. He busies himself helping the other chaperones set out a picnic under the stars projected onto the curved dome of the planetarium ceiling, and sits with Christopher and a few of his friends swapping constellation facts until their eyes start to droop.
The planetarium has provided air mattresses, and Buck and the other chaperones spread them out, passing out pillows and sleeping bags and making sure everyone brushes their teeth.
Finally, when he can’t put it off anymore, Buck grabs a sleeping bag for himself and heads over to an empty mattress a little ways away from the half-asleep kids. He crawls into the sleeping bag and wriggles onto his back, clasping his hands across his stomach.
It barely takes two minutes for Eddie to appear, dragging his mattress over. Buck listens to the mattress squeak as Eddie gets settled, then to the silence as Eddie tries to get his words together.
Buck’s not expecting the words Eddie ends up saying, though.
“Tell me not to go out with Matt,” Eddie says into the silence between them, hoarse and a little ragged.
“Eddie—” Buck turns his head, his breath catching when he sees the intensity in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth, worrying back and forth like he does when he’s nervous about something, and Buck wants nothing more than to reach out and smooth it out with his thumb.
“I’ve been telling myself that you don’t—” Eddie starts, heaving a sigh. His eyes dart around, from Buck’s face to their sleeping bags to the constellations dancing across the ceiling. “I thought you didn’t, but then—” He meets Buck’s eyes again, drawing a shaky breath. “Tell me.”
Buck swallows. “Eddie, what are you—”
“Cards on the table,” Eddie says. “I’m just gonna—just put it out there. I don’t want to date Matt. I don’t want to date anyone. Except you.”
“But I thought—” Buck whispers. “When you came out, I thought you might—but then you—”
“I thought you might,” Eddie says. “But you never did.”
“I wanted to give you time,” Buck says. “I didn’t want to pressure you. But I wanted—I still want—”
“Tell me,” Eddie says again, reaching across the narrow gap between their mattresses. Buck reaches out, too, clasping Eddie’s hand when they meet.
“Don’t go out with Matt,” Buck murmurs. “Don’t go out with anyone. Except me.”
Eddie’s face slips into a grin. “Are you asking?”
“Maybe I’m telling,” Buck says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Buck says, bringing their hands up and pressing his lips to their joint knuckles. “Tomorrow, when we get out here, we’re going to drop Christopher at Pepa’s and I’m going to take you on the best date of your life.”
“It will be,” Eddie says. “If it’s with you.”
Buck huffs a laugh. “But no pressure or anything.”
“Hey,” Eddie murmurs. “Come here.” He tugs on Buck’s hand, and when Buck leans forward on the sagging air mattress gravity does the rest of the work for him, propelling him down and into Eddie’s side. He lands half on top of Eddie, an arm thrown across Eddie’s chest and his head resting on Eddie’s shoulder, their faces barely heartbeats apart.
“Hi,” Buck whispers, the only warning he gives before he leans in, closes the gap, completes the circuit that’s been sparking between himself and Eddie for longer than he even knows how to count.
Eddie’s mouth is soft beneath his, pliant, opening for him the moment their lips meet. They fit together like it’s what they’d been built to do, and Eddie’s arms come up around him, cradling the back of his head and pulling him close.
Buck tries to shift closer, on top of Eddie, and the mattress below them squeaks loudly in protest.
“Okay,” Eddie says, breath already coming a little heavier. “Okay, maybe—I want to, but maybe we shouldn’t be—”
“Making out while surrounded by preteens?” Buck suggests, and Eddie snorts.
“Yeah, that,” he says, ducking his head to press a kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. “Especially since that includes our preteen.”
Buck’s pulse jumps at that, and he’s sure Eddie feels it but he doesn’t say anything, just keeps holding Buck close.
“If we can’t make out,” Buck eventually says, “Which, by the way, is a crying shame, I have another idea.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks.
“Shove over a little,” Buck says, shifting until he’s on his back next to Eddie, tucked against his side. Buck’s head rest on Eddie’s shoulder, and they’re looking up at the ceiling, at the thousands of stars projected on the curving dome. “See over there?” Buck asks, pointing at a tiny constellation near the middle of the room. “That’s Sagitta. There’s a couple of different stories, but I like to think of it as Cupid’s arrow.”
“That’s fitting,” Eddie murmurs, so close to Buck his lips brush against his cheek with every syllable. “Tell me more?”
So Buck does, recounting names of constellations and the stories to go along with them at just above a whisper as kids drop off to sleep around them, conversations winding to a halt and soft snuffles filling the room. Buck starts drifting off, too, but Eddie slips a hand under Buck’s t-shirt and splays it across his stomach, and the warmth of his skin jolts him awake and makes anticipation sing under his skin.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers in his ear. “Want to go on an adventure?”
“What did you have in mind?” Buck asks.
Eddie reaches for Buck’s chin, turning Buck’s head to face him again. He leans in for a kiss, careful turning quickly to hungry as he licks into Buck’s mouth. “I bet if we explored a little we could find an empty office or a storage closet or—”
“Some other kind of room not filled with preteens?” Buck grins, and Eddie nods.
Anonymous asked: oooh, Buck/Eddie + L. A stolen kiss?
ahh this was a fun one to write!! thank you both for prompting it 💖
also @mellaithwen tagged me in seven sentence sunday and this is much more than seven sentences but it's also the last thing i wrote so akjsdhf enjoy!!!
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The thing is, Eddie’s pretty useless in the mornings.
He knows how to function – he has to when he has a kid to feed and send off to school – and thanks to the army and his job he knows how to do so on very little sleep. But just because he knows how to function doesn’t mean he’s actually awake. The Eddie Diaz that exists before 8:30am exists exclusively on autopilot.
And that’s exactly the excuse he’s going to go to his grave with to explain why he does what he does on one fateful Friday morning.
Buck had stayed over the previous night, not for any reason other than the fact neither of them had really wanted him to go home after dinner.
(And like always, it had been easy to use Christopher as the scapegoat when he’d turned to Buck with hopeful eyes on his way to bed and asked, “Will you be here in the morning too?”)
The mornings somehow always seem to run that tiniest bit smoother with Buck there. He butters the toast while Eddie gets the coffee machine going and intermittently checks to make sure Christopher is actually getting ready and not just lazing on his bed like he’s taken to doing recently.
It’s not until they’re about to head out the door that Eddie temporarily loses his mind.
They’d lost track of time over breakfast, too busy discussing weekend plans – the zoo versus aquarium debate took a long time – which means he has to rush Christopher to brush his teeth so they can still leave on time.
“You take him to school,” Buck says, putting their dirty dishes in the sink while Eddie hovers around uselessly. “I can clean up here and meet you at the station.”
And it’s a small thing, really, because Carla wouldn’t actually mind tidying up the kitchen when she brings Chris home later but it’s the fact that Buck knows Eddie hates leaving a mess for her – knows he hates leaving a mess in general. So Eddie stills and asks a slightly awed, “Are you sure?” while slinging Christopher’s backpack over his shoulder.
Buck nods right as Chris yells, “Dad, I’m ready!” from the hallway and Eddie lets out a breath.
“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you at work.” And then he promptly, rounds the kitchen table, presses a chaste kiss to Buck’s lips and darts out to the hallway to bustle Chris out the front door.
It isn’t until he’s sitting behind the wheel of his truck that he realises what he’s done.
“Oh my god.”
“Dad,” Chris huffs from the back. “What’s wrong? Won’t the car start?”
Eddie shakes his head, turning the key in the ignition and just about managing not to scream. “No, sorry, bud. I just got distracted there for a sec.”
Christopher gives a vague hum in reply, clearly not interested now that Eddie’s finally pulling out of the driveway. And it’s fine. Eddie’s completely fine except for the fact he just fucking kissed his best friend on the mouth like he was-
Like he’s-
Well.
Like they’re married.
Jesus Christ.
And now he has to go work a twenty-four hour shift with Buck.
Buck, who has never been able to let anything go in his life ever.
Buck, who will most certainly mock him for this for the rest of his life.
Maybe he’ll offer Eddie some courtesy by at least not mentioning it in front of Chimney.
God, what the fuck was he thinking?
He looks at the time on his dashboard and suppresses a groan.
It’s too early in the morning for this.
~
“And then I just kissed him.”
Karen’s laughter rebounds throughout his car and Eddie bangs his head on the steering wheel. He’s currently sitting in the parking lot outside the station. Buck’s jeep is already parked up next to his and Eddie is so not ready to face him yet.
“What were you thinking?!” Karen hiccups, still cackling while she waits for Eddie to reply.
“I don’t know!” he exclaims, dragging a hand down his face. “I wasn’t thinking at all. We were just doing our regular, normal routine. It just felt-“
“Normal?” Karen supplies and he doesn’t need to be in the same room with her to know what face she’s making. It’s the same face she makes when she looks at him over the rim of her wine glass with a faint, knowing smirk.
He hates that face.
“Shut up,” he mutters, slumping in his seat and looking in the direction of the truck bay. He’s really only got another two minutes before he’s officially late and Bobby will kick his ass if he finds out he’d just been lurking in the parking lot the whole time. “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Then don’t make me say it,” she retorts. “Eddie. Do you want to know what I did this morning?”
He’s not quite sure what noise he makes in response but Karen clearly takes it as encouragement to continue.
“I made breakfast while my wife helped our kid get ready for school. And then we all sat down together and ate. And right before I left with Denny to take him to school, do you know what I did?”
“I hate you.”
“I kissed my wife goodbye,” she concludes, ignoring him completely. “See what I’m getting at?”
“I really hate you,” he repeats. Except he doesn’t. Because Karen is the confidant he never expected to have and probably his favourite person to text besides Buck.
“I’d ask you over for a wine night this weekend to unpack all of this but I think you’ll be otherwise engaged. I want updates though, Diaz. Don’t leave me hanging.”
He hums in agreement, looking at the time again. He really needs to get out of the car. “I can’t avoid him anymore. I need to head inside.”
“Good luck!” Karen calls and then she’s hanging up, leaving Eddie to deal with his fate alone.
Here goes nothing.
~
Eddie steels himself as he walks up the stairs to the loft. Everyone is milling around, moving between the dining table and the couches with plates of breakfast food or cups of coffee. No one immediately turns to point and laugh at him when he reaches the top step though so he assumes Buck hasn’t said anything yet.
Buck, who looks up like a deer caught in the headlights when Eddie glances in his direction.
They stare at each other for an indeterminable number of seconds and just as Buck opens his mouth to say something, the bell rings.
Eddie doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.
~
The rest of the morning is populated with back to back calls, leaving absolutely no room for Buck to confront him unless he intends to invite the entire firehouse into their business. Which- wouldn’t be the first time.
They work together as well as ever but every time their hands or shoulders brush Eddie thinks he might just about crawl out of his skin.
By the time they finally get back to the station and stay there, it’s long past lunch time. Bobby heads straight for the stairs, calling over his shoulder that he’s taken them offline for an hour so they can eat and clean up. (The last rescue was…messy.)
Eddie manages to sneak off to the shower before Buck can catch him. They’ve probably said all of ten words to each other between calls and he knows Buck is only going to let this go on for so long but he’d very much like to live in denial for as long as possible, thanks.
He thinks he’s in the clear when he’s out of the shower, assuming Buck’s still in there. It isn’t until he’s on his way to the laundry room to dump the towel he’d been using to dry his hair that he’s ambushed.
A hand grabs hold of his arm and then he’s being unceremoniously dragged behind the ladder truck.
Buck lets him go as soon as they’re both out of sight of the general firehouse, eyes wide and chest heaving with what can’t be exertion so must be…nerves?
“You haven’t talked to me all morning,” he says without preamble and Eddie tries not to cringe.
“I’ve spoken to you today,” he mutters, staring at the space on the floor between their shoes and twisting his towel from one hand to the other.
“’Pass the jaws, Buck,’ doesn’t count.” The exasperation in his voice is enough to make Eddie look up again and there’s something there behind his eyes. Something a little desperate. A little hopeful.
Taking a breath, he forces his voice to remain steady when he meets Buck’s gaze head on. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Buck’s expression shutters but recovers almost just as quickly. “What d’you mean?”
Eddie sighs. “I mean I did it without thinking! I was just- we were having breakfast and making weekend plans and- and I was getting Chris ready for school and you were cleaning the kitchen and it just. It felt…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence. Doesn’t know how he could. Because telling Karen and telling Buck are two completely different things.
Buck’s jaw works and Eddie can tell he’s deciding what to say, if he’s going to say what’s really on his mind or smile and shrug it off. Eddie’s not sure which he’d prefer right now.
Finally, after what feels like far too long, Buck takes one deliberate step forward, puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and leans in to brush their lips together.
It happens so fast Eddie doesn’t have time to react, save for the dazed way he looks at Buck when he pulls back.
“That was on purpose,” Buck says and Eddie-
Eddie laughs, heart beating wildly in his chest, and quickly drops his towel in favour of hauling Buck in for a real kiss. Buck grins against his mouth, hands curling over Eddie’s shoulders, and slowly backs them up against the side of the truck.
And they’ve got approximately twenty seconds before someone finds them and completely ruins the moment but for right now, Eddie wants to bask in this.
Because maybe it’s a feeling he’s always known without thinking about it but now that he’s allowed to think about it, now that he’s allowed to feel it on purpose, he thinks nothing could possibly feel better than being in love with Evan Buckley.
The thing is, Eddie doesn’t believe in magic.
Even now, he’s still not completely sure what he’s going through isn’t just some delusion of grandeur. And if he were a little braver, he’d probably go straight to a psychiatrist to make sure. That said, he’s not a little braver, so instead he deals with this – this—
Abuela used to tell him about the Diaz Family Curse: if you don’t kiss your One True Love by thirty, the spirits grant you magic to help things along for you. Or something. Eddie’s never really understood the logic behind calling it a “curse” but then also calling it “helpful” – maybe the spirits got lost in translation, or something.
Or maybe they’re right and it is a curse, being able to hear anyone’s thoughts when you touch them, because, listen. It gets distracting. He’s a firefighter, and sometimes listening to people’s internal thoughts when they think they’re about to die, or when they’re sure they’re not but they’re having very disturbing and quite frankly inappropriately-timed Thoughts about his arms, is a little – grim. And disheartening. The latter, mostly.
But all of that is nothing compared to the way he’s had to avoid touching Buck, of all people. And the way it’s become – quite obvious, too.
Buck is – they’ve always had an openly affectionate friendship, him and Buck. They’ll find each other’s touch almost instinctively at any given point in time – when they’ve found humor in something, or when they’re looking for quiet comfort, or even when they’re just walking past the other: it’s just normal, for them, it always has been.
But now – now Eddie can hear Buck’s thoughts if he so much as grazes his fingers against Buck’s arm, and that’s – that’s a no-go. It’s a no-go because one, Buck is dating Taylor Kelly and God, he would love to spare himself those thoughts, please and thank you, he’ll go to church again if he has to, Jesus, and two – the more important reason it’s not something he wants to do, ever – Buck, for as open and honest as he can be, is his best friend, and Eddie doesn’t want to hear anything Buck doesn’t want him to hear. That’s – an invasion of privacy, and after last time he accidentally heard Chim thinking about who he and Maddie were going to get to babysit next time to try their new sex toy, Eddie is so good on the “reading thoughts” part of his friendships.
Accidents with Hen and Chim (invasive, sex-life thoughts aside) he can handle. But Buck? After all the trust they’ve built over the years? The weight of what’s literally remained unspoken between them, if they can help it?
Yeah, he can’t.
Which makes it all the more devastating when Buck goes down during a call and Eddie, having no choice but to reach down for his partner, hears a quiet and distraught voice in his head that sounds like Buck’s: a fleeting thought, one he doesn’t even think Buck catches, because he’s back to business in less than a second, but Eddie’s thinking about it even now, in the quiet of the night, eyes glued to his ceiling:
I knew he wouldn’t leave me behind.
And Eddie wonders if that means Buck had thought, even for a second, that Eddie would have, and if so, if it has anything to do with the lack of contact as of late, the constant avoidance on Eddie’s part fueled by his anxiety that he might one day know things Buck doesn’t want him to know, and he—
He thinks it may be time to come clean.
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Corner gas is a beautiful Canadian fever dream that I happened upon one night many years ago on the weird channel that we used to get that was sometimes Canadian and sometimes other things?
It is an absolutely absurd comedy set in a very tiny town in Saskatchewan and centered on the characters who work in the Corner Gas station and Ruby’s Diner next door and their family and friends.
Low-stakes town drama, sarcasm, and possibly the invention of the word “staycation”
GIFs are in short supply alas, but I love it dearly.
Buck as the wrench!!! THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE??? That would actually really help with the idea that buck needs to be the one who ends the relationship and make that decision himself!
That’s what I’m saying!
It’s self sabotage and Buck’s been headed down that road for a while. He’s already thinking “the past is prologue” and tried leaning into his idea of being a good boyfriend by chasing Taylor to Oklahoma which got him an “I love you” that felt weird and a sweater. Then Eddie left.
Let’s lean the other way. Lucy arrives and shows Buck a part of himself that’s been missing the past few months, thrill— at work and at home. The thing with Taylor seems too even, flat. There’s no excitement. Eddie putting Buck in his will removes the element of taking chances because what if, but if Eddie is now at the call center, that takes away the need for Buck to be safe. Lucy comes in with the opportunity for Buck to throw himself at danger. He hasn’t felt anything for months.
Bringing the push and pull together internally, with his abandonment and self worth issues, he’s still waiting for something to happen with Taylor. He’s waiting to fuck it up. Obsessing and testing the boundaries constantly. Buck is the best boyfriend, she doesn’t leave like Abby did. What’s the opposite? Buck being reckless. That’s what happened with Ali, his dangerous life as a firefighter scared her. So take chances and push that boundary, shove Taylor up against it (metaphorically) and see if she stays.
Buck is the wrench. Because somebody has to make a move and evidently it’s not Taylor.
