sage i can't stop thinking about what you said...... she was in love with him. he wasn't, ultimately. the bucktaylor story. oughhhh
it hurts me!!!!!! it’s so sad, she was in LOVE with him and even if he maybe wanted to be he just wasn’t. and never was. and never was going to be. and he got together with her right after eddie got shot and how many nights do you think taylor has lain awake staring at the ceiling doing a post mortem on that relationship and thinking you stupid stupid idiot of COURSE that’s why he wanted to date you, he was panicking. which is maybe true and maybe not true but probably FEELS true when you’re in your dark bedroom after a couple glasses of wine. there’s a post somewhere that pointed out that buck is taylor’s abby and i am still just thousand yard staring about it. god.
29 and/or 30 and/or 31 for intimacy prompts? 👉🏻👈🏻 buddie of course. 🥹
kisses when they’re mad, being protective, and/or holding someone by the waist
"It's fine, Eddie," Buck says later, when they're in the locker room.
"It's not fine. You're bein' reckless again. You can't just--"
"Can we do this later? At home?" Buck snaps.
It's unlike him to bite like that, so Eddie nods. "Sure. I'll drive."
The drive is tense. Both of them are quiet, stewing in the aftermath of the rough shift. They'd managed to get everyone out of the apartment building, but it hadn't been easy. He and Buck had been on a rescue, evacuating a woman, when a ceiling beam had come down.
Buck, being Buck, had shoved Eddie and the woman out of the way, and managed to get himself stuck behind the burning beam of wood. They'd gotten him out, no injuries except some minor smoke inhalation, but Eddie's still smoldering, sure as the remains of the Venice apartment building they'd left behind.
They pull into the driveway, and Eddie kills the ignition of Buck's truck. Buck starts to get out, and Eddie stops him with a hand on his leg. Buck doesn't look at him.
"Buck," he says. "You're not getting out of this."
"I'm not-- I'm not trying to," Buck tells him, sighing. "I just-- I didn't have time to get out of the way, okay? I had-- I had to make a choice."
Eddie takes a deep breath in through his nose. "That's exactly what I'm talking about." He shakes his head, trying to get the words together. "You don't-- you can't not choose yourself."
"Then it's not even a choice," Buck says, finally looking at him. His eyes are so, so blue, brows knitted together.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demands.
"Between you or me? It's always gonna be you, Eddie. You-- you have Christopher, and I--"
"You what? What, Buck?" he asks. His voice is rising. "Buck, you think I could survive losing you? After-- after Bobby? Are you joking?"
Buck looks away from him then, and then does something Eddie doesn't expect at all: he runs.
Quickly, Buck's exiting the car, reaching for his keys, striding up the walkway to the house. Eddie follows him, not bothering to take off his shoes, too mad to care about their no shoes in the house rules. He can hear Buck in the kitchen, fiddling around with the coffee maker.
His back is to him when Eddie gets in there. For once, Eddie doesn't hesitate. He reaches out for him, grabbing him by the waist to turn him around. Buck goes, sighing, looking past his shoulder. Eddie settles both hands on the soft dips of Buck's waist, squeezing hard until Buck looks at him.
"Buck. You can't-- You gotta know," he pleads. "I don't--"
Buck lets out an angry sigh. "Eddie, I'm not--"
But Eddie doesn't want to hear what Buck thinks he isn't. He knows what Buck is, and what he is is everything to Eddie.
So he surges forward, pulling Buck in by the waist, and kisses him soundly.
Their first kiss is a vaguely angry one. Buck is all fired up, and Eddie is too, and he can taste soot on Buck's tongue and he knows without a doubt it's the best kiss he'll ever have. He squeezes at his waist again, pulling him flush against him, kissing him with all he's got.
Buck makes a little noise into his mouth, something soft. "Eddie..."
"Buck," Eddie says back. "I need you to come back to me. Every call. Okay?"
Buck is looking at him with something like wonder in his eyes. "I... Okay. But you can't just kiss me every time I'm mad-- Hhmph!"
Eddie kisses the words right from his mouth.
hello 👀♥️ for prompts, free choice out of the following (can be combined too): 3, 67, 68, 70
3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?” & 67. “Don’t look at me like that.”
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The sun hangs low in the sky, rays throwing shadows across the trees and vegetation in the field beyond the house. Buck’s beer sweats in the heat, condensation running from palm to elbow and staining the wood under his arm.
He doesn’t mind. It’s nice in the thick Texas heat, sweltering even this late in the day. Even better, Eddie is next to him, the two of them swaying on an actual porch swing that Buck helped him install only a few hours ago. He’d spent all day teasing him for being a cliche, but he can’t find it in himself to poke fun at him now. It’s nice, sitting on the porch after a hard days work, watching the sun set in shades of soft orange and brilliant pink — taking in the sounds of humming cicadas, the whoosh of cars passing by. The occasional horn blaring from the train a few miles from Eddie’s house.
And then there’s Eddie himself, lit up golden and beautiful in the sun, a contented smile curled on his face. If this were a movie, and if Buck wasn’t already painfully aware of his feelings for him, this would certainly seal his fate. The sight of Eddie at dusk is devastating, otherworldly.
Or maybe he’s just in love.
“Gotta say,” Buck says, breaking the comfortable silence at last. “I see the appeal now.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, smiling over his shoulder at Buck. He lifts his bottle to his lips, and Buck holds his breath watching him take a long pull.
“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “The splinters and bashed thumbnail were all worth it for this. Good old southern porch-sittin’.”
Eddie hums and glances down at Buck’s left hand. Buck watches him reach over and brush his own thumb over Buck’s bruised finger, and Buck has to remind himself to exhale.
“Still hurt?” Eddie asks, eyes fixed on his thumb pressing gently against Buck’s.
“Nah,” Buck says. He wonders if Eddie would keep touching him if he said yes. “Not so much anymore, the ice did the trick.”
“Don’t know why I assumed you’d be able to handle a hammer. Should’ve known after the bathroom sink incident,” Eddie teases, taking his hand away at last.
“That was a wrench, and it got the job done, didn’t it?” Buck says.
Eddie barks out a laugh. “If you say so. We’ll see how well it works when Chris brushes his teeth later.”
Buck snorts, and they share a look — of mingled relief and joy — that Chris is where he belongs, back in a familiar routine that they both helped establish.
Buck had booked a ticket almost the minute that Eddie told him he was back home — when it no longer felt like overstepping, when Chris had not-so-subtly hinted at missing him and Eddie had not-so-subtly mentioned that Southwest was having a sale. And Chris throwing himself into Buck’s arms at the airport after nearly a year apart definitely ranks among the top ten moments of his life.
“Sucks that tomorrow is my last day,” Buck says with a heavy sigh and a sip of beer. “Should’ve put this up day one. I’ll be missing out on some major porch time back home.”
“You could stay longer,” Eddie suggests with a half-smile aimed at his lap. He twirls his bottle around, presses it into the knee of his jeans until a ring of water appears in the fabric. “You’re welcome for as long as you want.”
“Yeah,” Buck says noncommittally.
He feels Eddie’s eyes on him, burning into his temple like a brand, and keeps his own trained on the horizon. He’s spent three perfect days here, full of home repairs and dinners and exploration of Eddie’s hometown; of movies and video games and a trip to the planetarium. He hasn’t wasted a moment, soaking up every second he has with Eddie and Chris while he can. The idea of having to board a plane roughly forty hours from now and leave them again makes him nauseous. Makes him want to fuse himself into the very foundations of the house so he can’t leave.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Buck says, eyes still fixed on the sky.
“Like what?” Eddie asks. Buck can feel him still looking.
Buck squints against the light of the dying sun, against the tears pricking at his eyes. “The way you’ve been looking all weekend. Like — like you want me to…”
“Want you to what?” Eddie asks, so soft he almost can’t hear him over the cicadas.
Buck drinks, to buy himself time. It isn’t enough.
“To stay.”
It stretches, the silence — taut like a rubber band ready to snap. Eddie watches him, and Buck watches the sun. He blinks and the imprint of light is still there, burning and blotting out Eddie from his peripheral, but he can still feel him.
It’s the way he’s looked at him since he arrived — he can feel it in the way his skin prickles with it. He’s felt Eddie’s eyes on him the entire weekend, and while Buck usually craves Eddie’s undivided attention, there’s something different about the way he does it now. A longing Buck recognizes from the mirror, from photos — the way he looks at Eddie reflected back at him. A curve to his smile that Buck rarely sees directed at anyone else; a warmth in his eyes that sets his blood on fire.
“I always want you to stay,” Eddie admits, hushed in the thick silence.
Buck swallows hard and doesn’t reply. He takes another sip of beer, lukewarm now and bitter on his tongue.
“Buck. Look at me?”
Buck sighs. He closes his eyes briefly, and the light sticks behind his eyelids. It’s still there when he looks at Eddie, distorting his features into something unreadable.
“Hi,” Eddie says when their eyes meet, and Buck smiles despite himself.
“Hi,” he echoes.
Eddie’s mouth twists, then relaxes. He asks, “What are you thinking?”
Buck’s eyes clear, and he can see the same smile that he has privately come to think of as his. A piece of Eddie that belonged only to him. The one that sparks a dangerous flicker of hope in his chest.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I asked, didn’t I?” Eddie says, knocking his bare shoulder against Buck’s. He keeps it there, presses their over-warm skin together. It sticks slightly in the humidity, and he has the insane urge to superglue himself to Eddie’s side.
“I’m thinking it’s hot as shit out here,” Buck says, and Eddie huffs out a laugh.
“It’s only April, this is nothing. You’ve been in Cali too long.”
“Maybe.”
“What else?”
Eddie nudges him again as he speaks and takes a swig of his beer. Buck watches his throat as he swallows, watches the droplets drip down his fingers and feels too warm. A drop of sweat trickles down his temple and Eddie’s eyes catch it, follow it down until it disappears in the neck of Buck’s tank.
“I’m thinking I don’t want to leave,” Buck admits, and Eddie’s eyes snap back up to his. “I’m thinking none of this is fucking fair, and that I must have pissed someone important off.”
Eddie smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His voice is hoarse when he says, “Yeah. They’re not too happy with me either, I think.”
Eddie looks down at their laps, hand reaching out to touch Buck’s injured finger. He wraps his fingers around the digit, pushes gently at the bruise, barely enough to hurt. The throb of it ricochets up his arm and into his ribs anyway, makes him reckless.
“And I’m thinking — I’m thinking about how badly I want to kiss you.”
Eddie pauses, goes completely still. He glances up, eyes falling to Buck’s mouth for a split second before meeting his eye, and Buck knows he isn’t misreading this. His heart sits like a stone in his throat anyway.
“But I’m also thinking that I can’t lose you. Not again.”
“You won’t lose me,” Eddie is quick to say. His fingers twine with Buck’s, squeeze hard. “You haven’t lost me. I’m right here.”
“For now.”
Eddie exhales shakily, the warmth of it hitting Buck’s cheek, and he just looks at Buck — the same way he has all weekend, the same way he has for years. The same way that Buck knows he looks at him, has always looked at him. The way that they were both too scared or too deep in denial to face until separation forced their hand.
“Buck are you,” Eddie starts, stops. He lifts his chin and looks Buck square in the eye. “Could you be happy, here? With me?”
“That’s — Eddie, I can’t,” Buck says. It feels like gravel in an open wound, like razors in his throat. “Don’t ask me that.”
“Why? You don’t have a monopoly on big sweeping confessions, you know.”
“Is that what this is?” Buck asks. He’s dizzy, even sitting down — lightheaded from the heat and the alcohol and Eddie, always Eddie.
In response, Eddie tilts forward and brushes his lips over Buck’s. A ghost of a kiss, the briefest taste of tangy sweat and beer and skin before Eddie pulls away, too soon for Buck’s heart to even finish skipping in his chest.
“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly, still close enough Buck can almost feel the vibration of it against his mouth.
Buck drops his chin, presses forehead against Eddie’s. He tucks the empty beer bottle between his legs and cradles Eddie’s face in his hands, thumbs skating along his jaw. Eddie shivers at the shock of his cold fingertips, slants his chin up, and then Buck is kissing him properly.
He takes his time, savoring each drag of Eddie’s lips, the way he twists closer and brushes their noses together. Eddie lifts his own chilled hand to Buck’s neck, sends a cold shock into his heated skin, then trails it down to fist in Buck’s shirt. Buck nips at his lower lip, soothes over it with his tongue, and Eddie makes a soft sound that Buck knows he’ll hear in his dreams.
Buck pulls away to breathe before they end up flipping the swing over — he’s not sure he trusts his handiwork well enough to support climbing into Eddie’s lap. Eddie has a faint flush on his cheeks, eyes tracking over Buck’s face before meeting his eyes.
“Yes,” Buck answers him. Eddie furrows his brows, question long forgotten, and Buck can’t help but chuckle. “Yes, Eddie. I could be happy with you anywhere.”
Eddie smiles and tucks his hand back in Buck’s. “But.”
“But,” Buck echoes, and says nothing else. Eddie already knows.
Eddie nods and rests his head on Buck’s shoulder, a comforting weight that settles his racing heart. They watch the sun sink lower, Eddie’s thumb tracing patterns on the inside of Buck’s wrist. His hair sticks to Buck’s sweaty neck, and they listen to the music of the fading day.
“I can’t promise anything,” Eddie says when the sun has almost disappeared. “It’s — it’s delicate, right now. With Chris. I think he’s ready to come home, but until he says something…”
El Paso is beautiful in twilight; the heat starts to give way to the evening chill at last. Buck shivers and presses a kiss to Eddie’s hair. “I know. I can’t either.”
“I know.”
“I love you.”
Eddie looks up, and Buck swears his heart stops at the way Eddie smiles at him — arresting even from the weird angle.
“Buck, I—”
“Don’t say it back,” Buck says. Eddie frowns and straightens up to face him properly, and then Buck is laughing at the look on his face.
“Don’t say it back yet,” Buck corrects, smoothing over a frown line with his thumb. “Not until — until this can be real.”
“But I do,” Eddie says, a bit petulant, and Buck gets honest to god butterflies about it. “And this is real. To me, anyway. You’re not just — some fling.”
“I know. It is to me too, baby, trust me,” Buck says, and Eddie visibly softens. “But I’ve wanted you for so long, I just — I can’t have you halfway. You’re forever for me, and I want — I have to do this right. And if you can’t come to me, if this place is your new forever, then — then wait for me. Please.”
Eddie stares for a long time, expression unreadable. Buck’s heart beats wildly, irregular enough that he might need Eddie’s defibrillator to shock it back into rhythm.
And then Eddie sighs and drops his forehead to Buck’s shoulder. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
Eddie squeezes his hand. “Of course. As long as it takes, I — yes.”
“Okay,” Buck says, and drops a kiss to Eddie’s brow.
“I do, though.”
Buck huffs, smiling against Eddie’s skin. “I know.”
“Don’t make me wait forever, Buckley.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Eddie lifts his head, presses a soft kiss to Buck’s mouth, and says, “We still have tomorrow.”
Eddie settles back into the crook of his neck, and Buck wraps an arm around his shoulders, tugs him close.
i think you should write more werewolfddie or bpreg. or both 🙂↕️🐺 or something about eddie's giant meat.
I have been stewing on this Kasia because you’re soooo right.
I think it would be werewolf Eddie knocking up Buck with his giant massive monster cock. Buck gets pregnant through sheer determination and willpower, because I am really into Buck not being a werewolf and is human at this time. So maybe the magic extends to him via being mated to a werewolf.
And so maybe it’s around the full moon, and Buck is just crazy horny and he’s begging Eddie to fuck him harder and deeper and longer. And Eddie, moon drunk, obliges him. And it’s nasty and rough and he’s like half shifted for it. And it’s just not enough for Buck. And he keeps demanding for mroe and more, half crazed for it.
Regardless to say he gets pregnant, and they’re both shocked by it because they didn’t know this was possible. But Eddie starts smelling a change on him but can’t place it and Buck is sick on and off. And they’re like what could it be…..
chaaaaaar!!! happy, HAPPIEST of birthdays! 🥰🎈🎉🎂🥂 i hope you have a wonderful day today, and that everything goes well for you in your new year of life! 💐 thanks for being a delight and a great writer and an awesome gossip companion 🙂↕️ HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY again, i really hope it's a good one for you! 💓
Kasia beloved thank you!!!!❣️ I’m having an blast being in this fandom with you 🥰🥰 you’re always so lovely and encouraging whether it’s about the highs or the lows of American network TV!! I have already eaten so much cake today and there’s more to come later so pretty great birthday so far 🫶🫶
Laurennnnnn! happy, HAPPY birthday!!!!! 💞💞💞🥳 i hope you have a wonderful day, and that your new year of life is GOOD to you and your entire family 🫂💕 wishing you health, and peace, and heaps of joy!!!!! i'm always cheering for you and your loved ones 🥰 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🍾🎉🎂🎈🤗
Thank you, Kasia! This was lovely to see first thing this morning. I’m keeping your other message 🥰
