mery

I can’t even with the fans😭 I really wanna know how the conversation went.

“Um, so, yeah, Ryan? Can you grab Oliver’s tit for this one? thanks:)”

So... some things happened at the DutchCon

tia pepa came in to babysit while eddie and buck is going out

she ask eddie: "¿compraste condones?" (did you buy condoms?)

eddie goes red. "abuela! solo es la cena." (its just dinner)

tia pepa is callin bullshit on that while buck is just '??why is eddie angy???'

or

chris, buck, and eddie are playing a video game

chris goes "¡papá, va a ganar! ¡distráele!" (dad, he's going to win! distract him!)

eddie like "¿y dejarte ganar?" (and let you win?)

"¿quieres que el gane cuatro veces seguidas?" (do you want him to win four times in a row?)

buck quickly says "hey! hey! no cheating!!"

eddie quickly acted with the first thought and that was to kiss buck which got buck to lose the game

chris and him cheers at that small victory

buck pouts and says "thats not fair"

or eddie just mumble stuff in spanish to buck, whether he's mad or just full in love with this dumbass

like eddie just admiring buck one morning, lookin beautiful in the lighten and so comfortable. and he's like "¿cómo es que he tenido tanta suerte?" (how did i get so lucky?)

here’s from a 5+1 fic i am supposed to be working on :) (eddie helping buck with theo!)

Buck is silent as he tilts his head to the side, letting Eddie grasp his head and check the side he hit when he fell on the floor. Eddie holds his head firmly in place with one hand and uses the other to examine. He tries not to focus on how close they are.

"I haven't heard him in a while. Maybe he's finally lost some of that energy." Eddie knows he's not convincing either of them, but speaking is the only way he can think of to ignore the feeling of Buck's soft strands under his hand and the warmth emanating from his body.

"I don't know. I've learned silence is usually a bad sign with him," Buck mumbles, wincing when Eddie's fingers grasp at the sore spot he's been searching for. Eddie softly apologizes under his breath, the scent of Buck overwhelming his senses.

"Yeah, well, guess it's a Buckley thing, then."

That earns a soft and tired laugh out of Buck.

"He's not mine, y'know," Buck points out.

"Yours biologically," Eddie responds with a shrug while he finishes inspecting Buck's head, deeming it fine and just slightly sore from the fall. He mourns Buck's warmth the second he pulls his hands away. He goes to look at Buck only to find that Buck's already looking, his eyes shifting and searching.

Buck shakes his head to compose himself, shifting away from Eddie slightly.

"Hey, Buck?" Eddie says after a bit, waiting for Buck to look at him again, and when he does, he continues. "You're doing good. I know you think you're not just because he's not exactly the most compliant kid in the world—which, neither are you, don't give me that look—but at least he feels safe enough to express himself here, right? He feels safe enough to play 'dinosaur eats caveman' with you and to make gross mud pie—still gonna need the story for that, by the way. That's about all you can ask of him right now, especially after all he's lost."

Buck nods, not even bothering to hide his tears, letting them fall freely. Eddie smiles, standing up while Buck sniffles and wipes his tears away.

(x) When the night was full of terrors and your eyes were filled with tears.

Bloodier version under the cut.