#datenapped fic

'Til the End of the Night

Rating: T Relationships: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Word count: 8.5k

Eddie ends the call and forces himself to stand up again, even as he feels the beginnings of a panic attack prickling in his chest. Buck’s phone is here, meaning Buck was here – recently. But he’s not here now, and Eddie can’t think of any reasonable explanation for Buck’s phone being abandoned on the sidewalk. Buck, where the hell are you? BTHB: tied to a chair

Everyone is putting the fuck in Fuck It Friday but I'm full speed ahead on the whump train at the moment. I really wanted to finish asthma attack fic first because I got sent that prompt in November, but I seem to have the beans for datenapped fic instead

“Hey!” Instinct has Buck turning in the direction of the shout. Is he double-parked or something? Before he can figure out where the call came from or if he was the intended target of it, somebody knocks into him from behind. There’s a sharp pain in the side of his neck and then an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against a solid body.  “Whoa, buddy,” says a man’s voice.  “What are you –” Buck tries to shove the person holding him away, but suddenly it’s like his arms are made of lead. He can barely lift them above his waist. A bolt of panic hits him. Something isn’t right. What’s happening to him? The arm around his waist tightens. “Looks like you’ve had a little too much to drink.” “M’not…” Buck slurs, struggling weakly against the arms holding him. His phone slips out of his slack grip and clatters on the pavement. A foot kicks it into the gutter. One of his arms is pulled over someone’s shoulder and he sags into the person holding him against his will. It’s impossible to keep his eyes open but he tries as best he can, hoping he can make eye contact with someone and telegraph his distress.  “Don’t worry,” says the mockingly soothing voice, “I’m gonna get you home.”

[Eddie] ends the call and forces himself to stand up again, even as he feels the beginnings of a panic attack prickling in his chest. Buck’s phone is here, meaning Buck was here – recently. But he’s not here now, and Eddie can’t think of any reasonable explanation for Buck’s phone being abandoned on the sidewalk. Buck, where the hell are you? With a heavy rock of dread in his stomach, Eddie calls Athena.  She answers on the second ring. “Eddie? I thought you and Buck had your big date tonight?” “We did.” He forces himself to swallow down the sudden lump in his throat. “But, um, I think something might have happened to him.”

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More from the datenapped BTHB fic! The square for this one is "tied to a chair" >:)

Finally, Buck settles on a dark pink dress shirt that he knows will drive Eddie crazy because it will compliment his birthmark and lips. Eddie’s been annoyingly modest since they made their dinner reservations, teasing Buck with kisses to his cheek and forehead and always dodging Buck when he tries to go for Eddie’s mouth, saying that he wanted to save their first kiss for their first date. Last first date, last first kiss. It’s sickeningly romantic but Buck’s also going to start climbing the walls if he doesn’t get to make out with Eddie soon. Hence, drawing attention to his lips with his shirt choice in the hopes that Eddie will jump him as soon as they get back to Buck’s loft after dinner.

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Buck’s late, and Eddie’s trying not to freak out. He checks his phone again, hoping he’s somehow missed a message from Buck explaining where he is, even though Eddie knows damn well his phone has been still and silent for the last twenty minutes. Buck texted him forty-five minutes ago, just a little on my way :) that had Eddie’s heart fluttering excitedly. He knows it would have taken Buck just under half an hour to drive here from the loft, barring any unforeseen traffic issues. He also knows Buck would have called him to let him know if he was running late. Hence, attempting not to freak out. He’s trying to convince himself that Buck isn’t trapped in his crumpled Jeep after getting t-boned on the way here, but the longer he goes without hearing from Buck, the harder it gets to push the slowly building panic back down. (There’s a small, nasty voice in the back of his head whispering that Buck isn’t coming at all – that he’s decided this is a mistake and they’re better off pretending they never made plans in the first place. It’s the insecurity that will probably always be there, but Eddie’s getting better at not listening to that voice. He thinks back to his phone call with Buck earlier in the day, how breathlessly excited he sounded, how he joked about moving the date up because he couldn’t wait until dinner. That Buck wouldn’t just stand him up with no explanation.) So. Back to the worrying. Finally giving in to temptation, Eddie grabs his phone and types out a quick text. Eddie Please tell me you’re just running late and didn’t get into an accident

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This is only a couple days old, but it’s for “tied to a chair” and it’s my new little scenario I think about before bed (don’t judge me)