Princessfbi | She/Her | Ko-Fi | I do not write for characters played by minors | Will remain insufferable about the fact that she called Buck and Tommy getting together in March 2020
“Buck,” he said, too quiet to be anything but a whisper and Eddie’s chest went tight with want that he almost couldn’t breathe again.
Two, glassy blue eyes blinked at him. Two, swollen pink lips puckered on a failed attempt at his name. Two hands twitched in the shadows and Eddie was dragged back down into the stunning crash of reality as he took Buck in. The red rimmed around his eyes was still there but there was something else too. Something beyond the dark shadows cutting deep circles under his eyes. Something lost and alone and a little broken swimming beneath tears that were welling up in them but not quite falling past the lash line.
“Make me stop, Eddie,” Buck said, his voice cracking on his name like it was a desperate prayer. “P-Please make me stop.”
Eddie didn’t know what he meant. He didn’t even know if he was hallucinating or not. But then Buck held up his hands and Eddie saw in the light how violently they were shaking.
aka Eddie realizes a few things after Buck runs off to Big Bear to save Maddie in 2x11
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I desperately need a Mucinex but it makes me hella dizzy and I really want to finish this fic to get it posted and if that's not love then I don't know what is!
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buddie | 2k | teen
established (early) relationship, hurt/comfort, buck's insecurities, buck being crazy stupid obsessed with eddie
Eddie's head tilts. But what?
But Buck figured it out. He knows he's in love with Eddie. He doesn't have to be this fucking crazy about it anymore. It shouldn't be like it used to be—this huge, scary, overwhelming thing inside of him, only getting bigger, only getting scarier, still impossible to put a name to after everything; standing frozen in the middle of the street without a single thought in his head except for Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
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.)
np tagging: @actualalligator, @redrosydiaz, @devirnis, @allisonrw96, @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove, @semperama, @princessfbi, @playinginthunderstorms, and just anyone who wants to post, I'm tagging you for any fandom 🩵
picking an appropriate snippet from my medieval au! (which has somehow added another chapter after me thinking this was just going to be a oneshot)
Tommy continues stroking Evan's hair, but he knows the silence won't last much longer. His lord's mind rarely quiets for long except for after a good fuck.
Sure enough, Evan soon starts fidgeting. "What did Chim want with you earlier?" he asks.
"Your father needs him to visit some of your vassals, and he asked me to accompany them."
Evan's head pops up abruptly, dislodging Tommy's hand. "What? Why? You're my bodyguard; why is he asking you?"
Tommy relays what Chimney had told him, figuring that Evan is more acquainted with the politics of the noble houses and will better understand the situation.
"I didn't think Gerrard posed that much of a threat to my father," Evan says with grudging discernment. "I suppose I can understand Chim's caution. When are you leaving?"
"In the morning, I'm afraid."
Evan frowns. "And how long is this trip supposed to take?"
"Chimney thinks we'll be away for a week, possibly a fortnight."
"A fortnight?" Evan echoes, dismayed.
"That's no time at all. You'll hardly notice I'm gone."
Evan's frown deepens. "I'll notice, Tommy. I'll miss you terribly. Won't you miss me?"
"Of course I'll miss you," Tommy says, drawing Evan into a soft kiss. "Forgive me. I was only trying to make it seem easier."
Evan clutches tightly at his tunic. "Promise you'll come back as swiftly as possible."
"I believe our schedule is in Chimney's hands, not mine."
"Then you need to ride in front and set the pace. Chim rides like an old woman."
Huffing out a laugh, Tommy presses a consoling kiss to Evan's forehead. "I promise I'll return as fast as I'm able."
"You better," Evan grumbles into his chest.
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listen, sooooooo i've not been doing much writing this week because work has gone kind of nuts. i'm pretty much getting home and shutting off my brain until i have to go back to work again bUT i've been tagged by a bunch of people this week so even though i don't have any writing juice to write anything for any of my thousand WIPs i did a lil free write exercise then tidied it up into a little something something
tagged by @diazboys @eddiesstabwound @circledwithaheart @sunflowerbuckleys over the last week, consider this a tag back 😉
Buck was hogging the firehouse couch.
It was cheeky really, they didn’t have much comfortable relaxing space in the firehouse loft, just the three recliners and the sofa, so usually he wouldn’t monopolise it like this, but right now everyone else was either holed up in the bunk room or busy showering so he was trying not to think about it too hard. He’d move if anyone came up.
The last call had been long and tiring and difficult in all the wrong ways, and now Buck’s mind was running too fast to sleep. If he went into the bunkroom he would inevitably annoy Hen into banishing him away again anyway, so he was doing the rest of the team a kindness and letting his brain wind down before bedding down for the night.
He was typing his disordered thoughts out into his Notes in an effort to calm down when a familiar hand batted his arm out of the way, long fingers and calluses on every edge, followed by the heavy weight of a body laying down on top of him and curling into him.
“Uh, Eddie?”
Eddie huffed, eyes closed already. “You didn’t come to bed,” was murmured into his shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Buck heart clenched. He’d carried a little girl no older than six out of the apartment building. She’d succumbed to smoke inhalation before the ambulance could set off. They couldn't bring her back.
“No, I– I know,” Buck replied. “I just– I’m not ready to sleep yet. Need to think it through, I guess.”
Eddie hummed, and the vibration warmed Buck’s chest. He shuffled slightly so that Eddie was cradled on top of him.
“Okay. You can carry on, I’ll just… be here a minute,” Eddie said as he slid his leg between Buck’s for stability and buried his face into Buck’s neck. Barely ten seconds later his breathing evened out as he drifted off to sleep.
Buck gently hooked his arms around Eddie’s sleeping body and carried on typing, warm and a hell of a lot more settled than he had been before Eddie arrived.
An hour later, Henrietta Wilson shook awake from a nightmare, desperate for company and a glass of water. Heading through the common area, she was greeted with the sight of Buck snoring lightly into Eddie’s hair, cuddled into each other, dead asleep, and completely and entirely hogging the couch.
She grabbed a drink and padded quietly up to the roof space, settling in on the deck chair next to Chim. He clinked his glass on hers. She looked up at the star-less Los Angeles sky, considering.
“D’you think they know?”
Chim scoffed, “No. I think one of them might actually have to die for them to figure it out.”
“You would think that.”
Chimney laughed, “Hey,” he shrugged, cheery grin across his face, “It worked with you and Karen.”
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