look, coma kid

“Okay,” Buck says, collapsing beside Eddie on the sofa with a glint in his eyes that almost definitely means trouble, “before you say no, remember that I already said yes for both of us, so you don’t actually have a choice.” The TV in the loft is soft and fuzzy like all things are in the early hours before dawn, infomercials playing quietly on a loop. Eddie mutes it halfway through a Shamwow commercial and turns to face Buck, who shoots him a nervous grin.  “What did you do?” “What makes you think I did anything?” Buck huffs, leaning in to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. The tips of his hair tickle the underside of Eddie’s jaw, allowing Eddie to catch a whiff of whatever conditioner he’s currently using - coconut, apparently. Buck cycles through hair products like other people do relationships. “I mean, I did, but it’s not just for me. Or even us. It’s for the good of the firehouse.” “The good of the firehouse.” “Yeah,” Buck grins up at him, brilliant. “And also for a hundred grand.”

or: Buck and Eddie agree to fake date to win a reality TV show. It goes... well, pretty much exactly how you'd expect.

written for @gayravi for the love letters fic exchange <3

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