Bitch, I might be

it would be so awesome

fun fact: I recently picked up one of my old Buddie WIPs that I think I've only told one person about and that was some time ago. so have a snippet of that today and let's all hold hands and pray I finish this at some point.

“I’ll get the discharge papers ready,” The doctor says, voice dropped a bit lower, “And then you can take your partner home.” Eddie can feel the way Buck tenses for a second at the implication of their relationship, but he’s just too tired to care or protest. So what if this doctor thinks they’re together? Eddie just wants to go home. “Th-thanks.” Buck stumbles over the word as the doctor takes their leave. Probably more instinct than anything, Buck adjusts his body to better support Eddie now that he doesn’t have to also talk to a person, and his other hand rests on one of Eddie’s knees. “You doing okay?” “No.” Buck’s chest rumbles with a low laugh, “You’re getting hangry.” “I just wanna go home.” Eddie knows he’s whining but decides it doesn’t matter. He’s hurt and in the hospital and hurts. “I want my bed.” “We’re going to be leaving soon. Then we’ll grab some burgers on the way home so you eat something before you crash in bed.” “...a milkshake too.” Buck’s hand moves up and down Eddie’s back slowly, “And a milkshake. Of course.” Eddie sighs once more, letting more of his weight lean into Buck’s. The other man has more or less taken up residence between Eddie’s knees, which are spread from how he’s sitting on the bed. But Buck is warm and familiar and he smells good. So, Eddie reasons this is allowed. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

(no. they are not dating.)

They mean EVERYTHING to me. 🧡🤍🩷 #ABCPride

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