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Pretty please?
Sorry for taking so long for this one! Hope you enjoy :)
From this 'make me write' post.
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“Everything okay with Buck?” The question is out of his mouth before he’s even conscious of it, his stomach churning as thoughts of Buck somehow injuring himself worse run through his mind. Why else would Maddie be at his door? “What? Oh, yeah, he’s fine,” Maddie says, before waving a paper bag in his face, “Mind if I come in? I brought cookies.” “Uh, sure?” Eddie says, more of a question than an answer as he steps aside. Scratching his head, Eddie shuts the door behind her and follows her. “Great British Bake Off! Love that show,” she comments as they pass by the living room television on the way to the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s um, good background noise while cleaning.” Maddie raises an eyebrow with a knowing look, like she doesn’t buy it for a second. Which means that Buck is never going to shut up about it if she ever tells him. Eddie is suddenly certain there’s an apron in his future along with some complicated recipe that Buck will insist on trying despite Eddie’s inability to so much as boil water without fucking it up somehow. Resigned to his fate, Eddie sighs and sits across from Maddie at his dining room table.
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Between licks of ice cream, Chris explains how the female moths of this species have red forewings instead of the yellow of their male counterparts. While Chris speaks, Buck suddenly feels a bubbly warmth coming from Eddie. This was a new one that he didn’t recognize, though as he turns to Eddie and sees the turned-up corner of his mouth, the slight shaking of his shoulders as he suppresses his laughter, Buck decides to label this one mirth. “Wha–” “You have some…” Eddie trails off, gesturing to his face. “Oh, ice cream?” Buck asks, wiping at his face. Fucking adorable. Buck goes still, confused, because that sounded like Eddie but— “Here, let me,” Eddie says, shaking his head as he grabs a napkin from the table and leans forward. “You’re just spreading it around.” As Eddie’s hand brushes his face, Buck suddenly has a strong image of Eddie leaning forward all of the way and capturing Buck’s lips with his own. It’s so strong that it almost feels real, and a shiver run down his spine as the image takes hold. “There, it’s gone,” Eddie says with a wink. Did Eddie just imagine kissing him?

















