buck 2.0

INDIE EVAN BUCKLEY | LOW ACTIVITY | LOVED BY BARB | RULES | HEAD CANONS

not really? if anything i've grown to like things that i wasn't a big fan of in the past.

I guess this is more about twitter. i just don't understand why people can't just ship and let ship. harassing fans that disagree with them about ships is honestly childish and i see people going out of their way to do it ALL the time.

Honestly I really didn't like the lawsuit. I understand why it happened and why it went down the way it did, but I'm really glad it didn't last long. Even if it did give us some buddie angst.

Buck grows quiet at Eddie's question, teeth sinking into his lower lip, biting back his first response, the one that always seems to be on the tip of his tongue these days. It would be easy to shrug it off as them being each other's best friend. It's true, they are, but at some point, they'd crossed a line, something that went beyond just simple friendship. They're family. Again, an easy explanation, given how much time Buck spent with Eddie, it wasn't a stretch. But why did he have the same impulse to call Eddie? If something good happened, he was the first person he wanted to tell. And at the end of the night, when Buck headed back to his empty apartment, it was getting harder and harder to leave. Let alone all the other things he's thought about that he won't let his mind wander to at the moment. "I don't know." Buck answers after the silence stretched on, his breath catching a little before he prods. "Why do you think you call me?"

Buck's not sure if it's the way she reaches out her arms or the gentle words, but something inside him breaks. She's much smaller than him, but, somehow, he feels little in her arms, eyes glassy with tears as he rests his brow against her shoulder. "I'm sorry." He whispers, unsure of whether he's apologizing for breaking down like this or for getting her cardigan wet with his tears.

He knows it should feel strange laying with Buck like this, that this isn't something friends typically did together. A few years ago, Eddie wouldn't have allowed anyone to hold him like this. It doesn't feel that strange. Does Buck feel the way his heart is still pounding? Can he hear the hitch in his breathing when Buck whispers soothingly to him? He glances down at their hands, resisting the urge to brushing his fingers along Buck's skin. It's warm against him, as is his best friend's chest, his own body relaxing under his grip. "Never been the little spoon before." Eddie tries to joke, his voice tentative as he glances back at him. The corner of his lip twitches in a nervous smile.

Buck's more exhausted than usual, thanks to the never-ending calls that the 118 had gotten today. With the bell going off at such frequent intervals, he'd barely been able to sneak in a cat nap here and there during his twenty-four-hour shift. Still, he doesn't doze just yet, instead, he enjoys the feel of Leia in his arms, lips pressed to her neck as he breathes her in. "I'm okay," Buck murmurs back, squeezing her hand with a sigh. "Few tough calls. Mostly just exhausted, though. Someone used the Q word." He adds, releasing a soft huff. "Apparently, not everyone believes in curses." If they didn't before, they certainly do now. "What about you? Couldn't sleep?"