Saw this @evanbuckley-dumbasser and wasnāt sure what you wanted but I went into Eddieās head? Perhaps I was gratuitous with those repressed bisexual feelings...bare with. This features Ana, which Iām so sorry for but come on, just take the crack ride...š
Thatās the outfit he chooses to wear right now. The white button down that barely buttons across his chest. Theyāre just asking to be broken. Nope, stow that shit Diaz. You just booked a date with a beautiful woman. Donāt look at him. Whatever you do donāt look at him. Oh you looked. Laugh. Stick your hands in your pockets...thatāll make it better. Sure, why not.
Deep breath. Damn, those buttons. Yeah, Iām not telling him shit now. He probably already sees Iām not in civvies yet so assumes I wonāt be coming to breakfast or I will be joining them later. Yeah, no I got plans, Cap. Oh, you saw Buckās confused face. Donāt pretend you didnāt. Yeah, well, you know what take yourself and those buttons to breakfast. Get them out of my face. Great, Diaz, now you gotta go psych yourself up again for this date. Donāt think about how easy itād be tear that shirt open...just stop.
Eddie composed himself as he headed back to the locker room to dress for his date. Buck looking all dressed up wasnāt something he expected to see. Then again Buck looks good in anything...in nothing...oh, for the love of- Eddie bangs his head on the locker. It garnered the attention of a passing co-worker. He just shook his head and gave an Iām fine sort of nod. They didnāt ask questions. Eddie faced the mirror as he looked at his outfit. Simple. Clean. Effective. No buttons. Yeah, weāre good. Maybe. Eddie tried to put the image of Buck stretching the button down shirt to its capacity out of mind. It didnāt work the whole truck ride. It didnāt work as he sat the table. It didnāt even work when he saw Ana approaching the table. He only now had two extremes in his head. That skirt working those legs. The white button down featured from lips, to chin, to neck-Eddie shook his head as Ana sank into the chair. Did time stop? Was she already there wondering about my dorky face? Probably. Smile, you idiot.
This is besides the point but if you want this to have a title:
Yes, this whole conversation is the title because Eddie Diaz is having a chaotic, embarrassing argument with himself and feeling like an idiot. An idiot who realizes heās in love with his best friend, but we canāt go down that road. Surely, thereād be no coming back if we āruined the friendship.ā Well, mister busting out of my shirt, maybe we should...nope, Diaz you shut that shit down. Shut it down. Focus.
Weāre here. She has buttons on her shirt too? Yeah. Cool. Smile. Nod. Am I squinting too much? Is this believable? Buttons. Thatās such a trivial thing. Diaz, youāre the man under pressure and yes she makes you just as nervous, but...come on get it together. Youāre not supposed to be thinking of Buck.
āWould you like coffee?ā The server snaps Eddie back to attention.
āNo!ā He and Ana say in unison.
āJinx,ā Eddie laughs it off. Then his mind wanders for a single moment...
Oh great here we go again.
Okay, op this is salty. Fic mixed withļæ¼ meta? But the whole puffed chest and hands in pocket thing makes me go hmm...and so maybe Eddie wasnāt thinking about Buck during the date š but still...is this repressed bisexual Eddie who doesnāt know heās in love or he totally realizes his feelings but right now he canāt entertain the possibility of āruining a friendship?ā