#sigghhhhh

1.9k words, G for General, Tags include: Eddie Diaz has anxiety, Eddie loves Buck, Buck loves Eddie, hurt comfort, dead bobby but only for angst reasons (#aloby), the weight of being around the one person who understands you

The offer is said with a smile, like a self deprecating joke, but Eddie is looking at him, wide-eyed and desperate looking. He's asking Buck to come over, but not for Buck’s sake. Eddie needs the closeness. And Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t need it too. After a day like today, the thought of going home to his empty, un-inviting, un-appealing, quiet house leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He needs Eddie to hold him, a physical reassurance. He needs as much as he is needed; two haves to a whole, Buck-and-Eddie.   Buck also tries not to think about how something warms in his chest at the feeling of being needed.  “Sure.” Buck says, more nonchalant than he feels. “Let’s go home.”  Or: Buck almost dies, like twice. The sky is falling. Eddie is crashing out. We all find our way eventually. (a 9x03 coda?)

Read on ao3

this fic is entirely based on this post i made after 9x02. it's a little late, but I've decided to post it anyways. i love it so much you guys.

Also nee hyperfixation, edgar electric dreams my beloved❤️❤️❤️❤️