#Buddie snippet

[the-little-nerd-princess]

My brain is writing fic snippets so here you go

Context: after dinner Eddie is dropping Pepa off at her house

Pepa: I’m glad evancito is putting that gorgeous kitchen to use

Eddie: yea he’s always been the cook. I’ve been trying to copy his recipes in Texas but Chris keeps saying I can’t get it right. I’ve tried everything down to FaceTiming Buck while I cook but nothing helps

P: haha… Eddie. You have to help Evan get better.

E: - I know. I just…I don’t know how when he won’t talk to me about what he’s thinking anymore. He’s so focused on my and everyone else’s grief to even begin processing his own.

P: You are his partner. You’ve never needed many words in the past, what’s changed?

E: I moved 800 miles away and left him. Like everyone else left him. And now his dad is dead and I got a job offer in El Paso and he wasn’t the first person I told and now nothing is the same anymore

P: have you tried talking to him about his grief?

E: Of course I have

P: Have you? From what I’m hearing, you have been dealing with your own and with Chris and it sounds like Evancito knows this and didn’t want to pile on any more grief and now you’re living at his house and he doesn’t really have a minute alone anymore. I’m not saying he’s blameless. He definitely should’ve handled it better himself instead of trying to focus on everyone else, but have you given him space to reach out to you?

E:… I- no. I don’t know how to talk to him when he always redirects it back to me. He’s normally will open up to me. He has to know he can open up to me…right?

P: From what I can tell this is his first major lost. We all cope with grief differently sobrino.

E: I miss the old Buck. Before Chris left and I followed and he started dating that jerk. When it was just us and movie nights and trips to the zoo and having each others backs.

P: I know Carino. And it won’t ever be exactly like that again, but it could be better.

(Pause as they pull up to her house)

P: do you remember when I said you need to find a partner? That Chris needs amother parent and you need someone to support you.

E: Yes?

P: You chose well. (Smug smile) Goodnight. Make sure Evancito gets more Cumin.

E: 😮

[diazsdimples]

Prompt: forehead kiss

😘

When Eddie gets home, he can tell something is wrong. Usually, if he has a shift without Buck, his boyfriend will be waiting for him at the door like an enthusiastic golden retriever. Today, however, the house is completely silent when Eddie opens the door.

Worried, Eddie puts his duffel down, kicks off his shoes, and pads down the hallway.

"Buck?" he calls out, listening for signs of life, with concern mounting when he hears none. "Baby, you home?"

Eddie turns the corner into the lounge and there he finds Buck, or what he assumes is Buck as all he can see is a mound of blankets on the couch. There's a small sniffle and the mound shakes, shifting as Buck turns and pokes his head out from his cocoon, revealing his bright red, tear streaked face, and mussed up blond curls.

Quick as a flash, Eddie rounds the couch, dropping to his knees so he's at eye level with Buck, and takes his boyfriends face in his hands.

"Mi amor, what happened? Are you okay?"

Buck sniffs pathetically, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fists, and drops his head back against the cushions. " 'M fine" he croaks, his voice cracked and raw from crying.

Eddie swipes his thumbs across Buck's cheeks, wiping away his tears, and taps his nose with his forefinger. Buck always looks so vulnerable when he cries, giving Eddie the overwhelming urge to wrap himself around Buck and snarl at anything that comes near. He's never been protective or possessive with past relationships before but with Buck, it's different. Buck has such light, such unadulterated joy that Eddie can't help but want to shield him from all that's bad, to be the armour that surrounds Buck, taking the blows instead.

"Sweetheart, you can talk to me. What's going on?" Eddie asks, dipping his head to keep Buck's gaze on him, forcing eye contact. "Please, I want to help."

"It's silly," Buck says with a shaky laugh. "Don't want you to laugh at me."

Eddie tucks a finger under Buck's chin, gently lifting his head upwards. "I would never laugh at you, I promise. Please, tell me?"

Buck shifts so he's sitting upright a bit more. "I was looking at a the card Chris made me when I passed my recertification test, you know, before I had the PE, and then I found the Father's Day card he made me this year and looking at them side by side, seeing how much his handwriting has changed and how he doesn't draw stick figures with ridiculously long legs anymore, but draws actual, real people, it just made me really emotional to think that he's not that tiny 7 year old you introduced me to anymore. Like I said, it's silly."

Eddie can't help but smile at his boyfriend's confession. He himself had been going through similar, mourning the loss of the little boy that would ask him about dogs knowing if they were dogs, and how he used to be able to carry him around all the time. His son is growing up, and it's taken him a moment to get used to it.

"Hey, that's not silly at all. It's an unfortunate part of being a parent, watching your baby grow up, and you mourn who they were when they were little but you also get to watch them flourish and become little adults." Eddie reaches forward and brushes a strand of hair from Buck's forehead. "This is a very normal part of parenting, amor."

"If it's normal then why does it suck so much?"

Eddie laughs as he scratches Buck's head, noting with satisfaction that Buck leans into the touch, his tears not coming as fast anymore.

"Life sucks sometimes," he says sagely, quoting Buck from not two nights prior when Christopher had asked them why he wasn't allowed a PS5 in his room. "But, we get through it together, right?"

Buck's lips quirk upwards in the ghost of a smile, and he nods. "Yeah, I'm glad I've got you, Eds."

Eddie leans forwards and kisses Buck's forehead, inhaling in the scent of the strawberry shampoo he insists on using, a scent that feels so perfect and so much like home to Eddie. "You've always got me," he murmurs, his lips brushing against Buck's forehead as he speaks.

He presses another tender kiss to Buck's forehead, then to his temple, the tip of his nose, and very gently to his lips. "I love you."

Buck nuzzles his nose against Eddie's, before tucking his face into Eddie's neck, circling his arms around his waist. "Love you too, Eds."

They stay like that for a while, tangled up in one another like they're two pieces of a puzzle, made to fit perfectly together. Eddie rubs his hand up and down Buck's back, feeling every bump of his spine, scratching between his shoulder blades, tracing his ears with the tip of his fingers. Buck relaxes in his arms, going soft and pliant as if his body is putty and Eddie's touch is moulding him, bringing him back to the shape of his regular self.

After a while Eddie pulls back and smooths his thumb over Buck's cheek. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I think I will," Buck replies, and Eddie knows, as long as they're together, they can face the world. And there's no one he would rather have at his side, than his Buck.

Fuck around with me and ask things!

[livinginsunnyhell]

⋆˚✿˖ִ✩Tuesday snippet*ੈ★₊˚

Thank you for the tag @leavesthatarebrown I always enjoy reading your work!! 💕💕💕

And I finally have something to share. I’m so excited lol.

This is the last part of White Lies (And Other Hidden Truths).

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I’ve got you.

That’s what Buck read when he took his ring off to examine the engraving this morning when they first woke up.

“I like what you wrote in mine,” Eddie said into Buck’s shoulder. His fingers trailed up and over his chest in some nonsensical pattern.

Buck smiled and turned his head a little to press a kiss to Eddie’s hair. It’s soft and smelled faintly of his shampoo and hair gel - spicy and sweet. Buck nosed the strands and closed his eyes.

“I’ve got your back,” Buck recited. “I do,” he emphasized.

“We did that part yesterday,” Eddie joked.

  “Ha-ha,” Buck said with an eyeroll. “I can’t believe I married you.” It came out fond, laced with disbelief and promises of a future as bright as the sun kissing water.

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No Pressure Tagging would love to read whatever you share!: @dracculaura @elvensorceress @annansmith @daffi-990 @rainbowtitania @kwills91 and anyone else who wants to share what they’ve been working on! 🙂

[spotsandsocks]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🩷💔🩷

Tagged by amazing talented pocket pals

@honestlydarkprincess @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @tizniz @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck

I’ve done some more of my nameless dating fic so here you are

Shit he’s an idiot. A stupid masochistic idiot. What the hell was he thinking? This is torture, absolute torture. At least when Buck was dating Natalia he didn’t have to watch him with her. They’d been together a sufficiently short amount of time that he was able to avoid it. Now he’s got a front row seat to Buck 1.0 hitting on the ladies.

Also I’ve had an idea for a Highway man AU

Should I be encouraged or leave it be…

The door to the carriage opens and they both turn to face the man holding the gun. Tension makes his muscles tremble, he’s not scared he’s angry but Maddie’s hand on his leg is enough to hold him still. He’d do something but he can’t risk her. He’s heard about the gang of highway men that haunt these woods.

“Lady Kendall I assume, that’s a beautiful ring.”

The closer of the two men leans forward, hand extend towards his sister.

“It looks heavy, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t offer to carry it for you.” He slips the ring from Maddie’s finger and then kisses her hand.

The other man, the taller, younger one sighs and mutters something that sounds like “no hurry, take your time.”

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Lmk if anyone wants to be added or removed 💜

[watchyourbuck]

𖤓 Tease Tidbit Tuesday 𖤓

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley @jesuisici33 @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @wildlife4life @malewifediaz & @jeeyuns thank you!! I’ll read your works tonight💗

here’s more of the fic now called Dear Maddie. I’m sorry it’s so sad lmao, but it’s gonna get worse SHDJD

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Dear Maddie (...),

He made me feel new. He made me feel seen. Do you think Buck held the promise ring and briefly thought of me before the building collapsed? Chris said that the other day.

Anyway, after we became friends, my days were never whole again if I didn't get to spend time with him. Sometimes it was at work, sometimes over here. I genuinely believe Buck became a dad before he became my love. Maybe that’s one of the reasons he became my love. I could’ve never been with someone who didn’t love my kid as much as I love him. Sometimes I think Buck loved him in times where I didn't know how, since I could barely love myself.

He held me through the pain.

It's selfish and ridiculous to pin it on him, but he said he’d never become my pain. And now he has. I wish I wasn’t mad at him. I wish I could rationalize it and simply move on, or deal with grief the way every other human does, but how could I? He promised me forever. I promised him forever."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

tagging in return @lover-of-mine @bucksbirthmark @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @your-catfish-friend @buckleyobsessed @smilingbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @honestlyeddie @evanbegins @puppyboybuckley @thewolvesof1998 @fionaswhvre & @cal-daisies-and-briars (let me know if you wish to be removed from this AU’s snippets!)✨

[singitforthegirls]

I know I'm probably the wrong day for this or whatever, but I just wanted to share a snippet from my vampire!Eddie that @sunflower-eddiediaz is helping me with. It'll probably be the longest fic I've posted on AO3, lol.

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Buck was going to wake up. Eddie couldn't deal with anything else right now. He needed Buck to be okay for Eddie's and Christopher's sake. They both needed him.

Both their radios had been crushed in the fall, and neither of their phones had a signal, so they were totally cut off from the outside world.

Eddie rearranged himself to sit up against a part of a still-standing wall, but he was still cradling an unresponsive Buck. It had been at least ten minutes, and Eddie was really starting to fear he had been too late after all. The team would be met with Eddie and Buck's cold corpse once they made it through all the rubble to get to them. He couldn't deal with that.

"You need to wake up, Buck. I can't do this on my own. I don't want to do this on my own again. I've had enough of that. Come on." Eddie tells him as he plays with Buck's curls on top of his head.

After all this, they were both going to need a nice, hot shower to get rid of all the grime, dust, and- and blood.

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😁😁😁😁😌🙈

[starcorvid]

I think hatchy is the clinger

[vivalafxxku]

Run to Me

Buck spent his whole life running. Running after his parents' love, running away from home, running for a place to belong, running through the academy, running to the 118, running after every pretty thing that looked his away.

He finally stopped running when he met Abby. He finally felt settled. She was it. She was supposed to be the one, so he waited.

And what a mistake that was. She left and he was left waiting.

So he's back to running. He's running after his sister, running after Ali, running through physical therapy, running from a fucking tsunami, running for Christopher, running for his job, running after Taylor, running to the hospital, running away from the hospital.

And he's so, so, so fucking tired.

He just wants to stop.

He says as much to Eddie after one too many beers.

He wants to stop running, he wants something — someone — to run to him, to stay. What was so wrong with him that he had to run after everything he wanted? Why was he always running? Chasing?

"Run to me." Is all Eddie says.

Buck blinks, choking mid-swig. "What?"

"Run one more time, run to me. Or wait for me and I'll catch up. I don't care, Evan. Just give yourself to me. I'm here if you'll have me."

(I just want someone to be chasing after Buck the way he deserves)

[phdmama]

HOLYYYYYYYY SHIT PAL!!!

Omg. You know I'm loving all these snips SO MUCH and I just. This is so poignant and hopeful but also from the outside we can see how it's just not realistic?? I CANNOT WAIT FOR THIS OMG

wip wednesday

Guess I'm tagging myself today, lol. Anyway, here's some barely edited Buck pov:

They look at three different places, and he really likes the loft apartment they looked at last. It feels like the apartment of a guy who has his life together in a way Buck has never really felt. Like an aspirational apartment. Like the sort of apartment Buck 2.0 would have, instead sharing a house a with 4 other guys in Arcadia like some post college frat house or wasting away like a ghost in his ex-girlfriend’s place or bunking with his older sister like the sad little brother that always needs taking care of that he is. But this place is in his budget and only a ten minute drive from the station (in good traffic) and Ali seems to love it, and she obviously knows what she’s talking about, so he signs the lease and suddenly it’s not aspirational, it’s his. It’s his life. And he’s really starting to feel like maybe he actually is an adult who has his shit together. He’s never felt like this before, had this before. He’s got his dream job. One that gives him purpose and lets him feel like he’s part of a team, a family. He’s got a great girlfriend. They just celebrated their sixth month anniversary a few weeks ago, and things are going great. And now they’ll only go greater with his awesome new apartment. They won’t have to always go to Ali’s place (who has a roommate of her own), or get a hotel room, or plan around Maddie’s work shifts just to get some alone time. And he can finally start doing things real adults do. Things like owning furniture and dishes, instead of being able to fit everything he has into his jeep because he doesn’t have an actual home.

No pressure tagging @glorious-spoon, @phdmama, @waywardmarbles, and anyone else who might want to share 💖

[elvensorceress]

saturday snippet of longing and pining and being completely unaware of your own feelings! (feelings are hard, okay)

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more of this 🥰

"I don’t know how anyone could not want you.”

Buck stares at him again with that piercing, soul-rending gaze that skewers directly through Eddie’s chest. But then Buck closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sardonic huff. “He’s straight. So. Doesn’t really work that way.”

Probably says something that Eddie’s first thought is, why not?

Why would it matter? Who would even care about sexuality if it were Buck offering his heart? Attraction is made up bullshit anyway. Who actually looks at someone and wants them when you know nothing about each other? Who wants to fuck just because they think someone is good looking? No one falls in love at first sight. It’s romanticized, telenovela fiction. And people lying to themselves because they’re lonely or want attention or orgasms or whatever. 

There’s a lot you can convince yourself of when you’re lonely, heartbroken, afraid you’ll die alone, afraid you’re a failure as a person, a husband, a partner. There’s a lot someone might do to be what other people want. There’s a lot that gets cut out and tucked away in order to be what you’re supposed to. 

All the more reason Eddie judges and dislikes anyone Buck dates. He’s totally justified. None of them get him and they don’t adequately appreciate him at all and Buck deserves all the love in the universe. At the very least, he deserves someone who will love him just as much and just as fiercely as Buck loves them. 

“Weren’t you ‘straight’ until Tommy?” Eddie asks. “Or— not that it was dependent on him, not that he did anything— but you thought you were straight until you realized you liked him. Right?” 

Buck looks at him, stares too hard at him for far too long and it makes goosebumps wash all over Eddie’s skin. The hair on the back of his neck prickles and swishing, churning flips through his stomach. 

“Yeah,” Buck answers quietly. “I don’t think that’s the case here though. Doesn’t matter. It’s not— It’s late. Too late. It’s really too late. We should sleep.”

Yeah. They should. Eddie has a long day of more packing to do tomorrow and another long distance tour with the realtor. Even if thoughts are whirling in his head. Too many thoughts. 

How does Buck know it’s unrequited? How does he know what he’s feeling now if he didn’t before? Did something change? How the hell would Tommy supposedly know if Buck didn’t know? 

How does Buck feel when he likes someone? 

How does anyone feel when they like someone? How do you know if you do? Is there supposed to be something you feel when you’re looking at someone beautiful? How would you know they’re beautiful if all you know about them is how they look? 

How do you feel anything for someone? Especially if you don’t know them? People say sex is better with someone you love, but is that more romanticized bullshit? Probably. Sex is overrated honestly. It’s fine. Mostly. Just. Not what everyone seems to say it is. Nothing earth shattering or life changing. Nothing all that intimate either. Not technically. It’s just distant, avoidant, using each other for a moment of relief. He and Shannon did it so they didn’t have to talk. When they didn’t want to talk or actually be close. They didn’t have to go on dates or bare their souls or anything. They could just take off some clothes. 

Isn’t that what everyone does? Isn’t that the difference between dating someone versus being friends with them? 

Is it supposed to be different? Is that why people like sex? Because it’s different for them? 

Does anyone actually feel the kinds of intense, fervent, passionate emotions that people make up stories about? Isn’t romance just another fantasy? Like fairy tale magic and otherworldly phenomena? Like dragons and unicorns and mythical creatures? It’s a nice fantasy, but still a fantasy. None of it is real. 

Love isn’t sex or attraction or beautiful people being beautiful. None of that is love. 

Love is sacrifice. Connection. It’s blood and battle and being torn apart. Giving up everything because there’s no alternative. Because you’re not whole anymore without the person you love. They’re part of you. So losing them is losing yourself. 

Is that all love is? Loss? 

Eddie reaches out and holds onto Buck’s shoulder. They should sleep. He’s tired, too. But there’s heaviness in his chest and a swirl of despair whirlpooling inside him. It’s small now, but it’s been growing and he needs to hold onto Buck. 

When it’s not enough to just grip his shoulder, Eddie lets his hand slide down until it’s again resting on Buck’s chest and he can gently rub back and forth a few times. He hopes it’s comforting. He hopes Buck knows he’s not alone. Eddie won’t let him be alone. Someone will love Buck the way he should be. 

A wave of envious aching crashes through Eddie’s chest and he swallows hard. Buck should be loved. Buck is loved. Maybe not the way he wants. But Eddie loves him. Every beat, every breath, every single shred of his soul holds love for Buck. It might not be enough, but it is there. Eddie would love him until Buck finds someone he wants who loves him properly. 

Eddie would love him after that, too. Even when Buck is happy and settled and doesn’t need him anymore. 

Buck takes Eddie’s hand and holds it tightly as he closes his eyes. He doesn’t turn back around. And he doesn’t let go. 

Eddie just wants to inch closer and hold tighter. 

There’s something faded, slipping away like tides and wet sand through his fingers. 

Why can’t he keep this?

Why can’t this be the answer? Why can’t Eddie love him the way he wants? Why can’t Buck love Eddie this way? Why can’t they be in love with each other? 

[spotsandsocks]

Honestly so many of them I wanna know about it was hard to pick 😅 but can I inquire about “for science” and “exposure therapy” please

Aww you’re too kind I’ll do for science here look out for exposure therapy too cos someone else asked and I’ll answer later

For science

Chris thinks Eddie and Buck should just kiss and start dating… Eddie suggests they try kissing once just to tell Chris it’s a silly idea… but in order to be a valid experiment you need to have at least a few trials

Here’s a bit 😘😘😘

“We could you know.”

It takes a lot to leave Buck speechless but that did it. He stares and Eddie fumbles on, edging closer on the couch.

“Start kissing, or at least try it. Once.”

“Once? Buck echos not entirely convinced he’s not dreaming.

Eddie’s stopped looking at him now, his fingernails seem to be fascinating him.

“Yeah, for research. Like a science project.”

“Uhhuh.” It’s not the most eloquent of responses Buck could give but it’s all he’s got,

“So we can tell Chris how silly he’s being.” Eddie’s eyelashes flutter, why are they so long anyway, as he justifies his science experiment.

“For science?”

Eddie’s tongue traces his lip just before he bites it nervously.

“Yeah cos us kissing it’s just silly right?”

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

OMFG. What could this mean? Especially putting the quote with that Buddie pic…

[livesincerely]

Eddie leaves and Buck bites his lip until it’s bloody, holding back every single question that wants to burst out of him.

Doesn’t ask if he’s gotten any offers on his house here in LA, if there’s already a new family waiting to move their things into all the nooks and crannies he knows like the back of his hand. Doesn’t ask if Eddie’s already been assigned a station in El Paso, or if he’ll be on the roster as a floater, or if he’s going to take the opportunity to work on his Paramedic Certification.

Doesn’t ask him if he’s really, definitely, absolutely sure about this.

Because he’s learned—finally, finally, learned, like that saying about dogs and tricks, like a number that’s finally up, like seven years of borrowed time that’s finally run out—that it’s not his place to ask.

Maybe it’s for the best, since he’s not sure he can bear to hear the answers.

Instead he plasters on a smile and tells him to drive safe.

“I’ll call you when I get to the hotel for the night,” Eddie says.

Will you? Buck wants to ask.

Don’t, he thinks. Don’t drag this out. Don’t make this any harder than it already is.

Call me when you cross the state line, he wants to plead. Call me at every gas station and drive-thru, call me every hour, call me the moment you pull away from the curb and just leave me on speaker the entire way. We don’t even have to talk, I’ll just listen to your terrible oldies playlist in the background and the whisper of your breath and pretend I’m sitting there with you.

Block my number, he begs. Block my number because I’ll never be able to block yours, and I don’t know how to let you go without a clean break. Maybe not even then.

“Sure,” he responds aloud.

He can’t resist one last hug, but he makes himself pull away first. Lets himself wave goodbye but doesn’t stay to watch Eddie’s tail lights fade as he turns the corner.

He doesn’t turn back to look, no matter how much he wants to.

Eddie leaves.

Eddie’s gone.

And Buck bends at the waist and hurls directly into the bushes in front of Eddie’s house.

No, Eddie’s old house. Eddie’s old house, from Eddie’s old life.

The thought almost doesn’t hurt, funnily enough: like tissue so scarred that the nerves don’t register pain anymore.

Numb and sensationless.

Buck wipes his mouth. Takes a shuddering breath.

He’s always known that Eddie isn’t someone he’s allowed to have, allowed to keep. He knows he has to let him go.

So he does.

And whether Eddie knows it or not, Buck’s heart goes with him.

[definitelynotshouting]

Hunger!Pearl ficlet.. stares with big eyes

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SNILES AT YOU SO SNEETLY<3 HELLO TEA ANON BELOVEDDDD

Okay so this ficlet is the result of several people in my inbox realizing that Pearl has seen Grian healthy before, back when he was a Player on Evo. So naturally instead of being normal and responding like a person i decided i HAD to write out my answer as a ficlet. Predictably this has been in wip hell for a little bit (sorry all the anons who asked abt this-- thats why i havent answered that yet 😭😭😭😭), but i have such a clear vision in my head of what i want for it, all i need is a scrap of motivation to finish it off and add it to the collection

But in the meantime!! Here is a rough little snippet :]

Is that why you didn’t call me? Helplessness has never been a good look on her, but it seethes through her now, a wretched snake hissing in her ear and turning her limbs to lead. Did something happen? Goodness sakes, Griba… you could’ve rang! It’s as if she’s spoken out loud— Grian reels backward as if struck, those dark, obsidian eyes flying toward her; instinct has her grasping for the familiar, but— she can’t recognize them. They hold none of the previous emotion she remembers them having; it’s as if he’s a stranger, wrapped in the familiar tatters of her Playerhood friend.

[actuallyrandompersondaily]

The first time Eddie saw Buck take care of Jee-Yun, he slightly lost his mind.

It shouldn't have been a surprise. He knew Buck was good with kids — he was Christopher's best friend for a reason — and had seen Buck handling babies and toddlers plenty of times on the job. But something about seeing him with a baby that he didn't have to immediately hand off reached deep within Eddie's psyche and made it clear that yeah, he was definitely interested in guys.

Buck hadn't noticed, thank god. Eddie wasn't sure how. He didn't think he'd been particularly subtle about his reaction to the sight of a small baby cradled within Buck's (unfairly large) arms. And he definitely wasn't subtle about practically swallowing his own tongue the first time he entered the loft to find Buck rolling around the floor with her, nor the bright grin Buck had shot his way as Jee babbled a hello.

"Gotta beat Albert for that 'favourite uncle' title somehow, right?" Buck had said, still grinning, and Eddie could only nod in response.

[lookforanewangle]

tidbit tuesday

tagged by the wonderful @sofa-king-lame! here's a snippet from my orpheus & eurydice!buddie fic that will also deal with getting chris back from texas :]

“Eddie?” Helena says, startled. “What are you doing here? What happened?” “Nothing’s wrong,” Eddie says, fingers fidgeting with the ziploc Buck had sent him with. Only a few cookies are missing; Eddie hadn’t been able to choke down more than two or three before he felt like he was going to hurl. It's not the cookies themselves—cookies are one thing Buck has always had a handle on—but nerves and doubt had whipped his stomach into a frenzy. He’s starving now, hours after they’d worked their way through his system, but his sole thought had been get to Chris. “I just—I need to talk to Chris,” he explains. “These video calls haven’t been enough; I want to see him.” “Eddie,” she sighs, “you can’t just show up out of the blue and expect—” “What, like you did?” he bites. Helena frowns. “I’m sorry,” he says softer, “I don’t want to fight. I just need to speak with him, Mom.” “Even if I wanted to let you in, he’s not here,” she says. “He’s out with Ramon and won’t be back for another hour or so.” “I can stay,” he pushes. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.” “Seeing you that late…especially unannounced? It’s just going to upset him, Eddie. Maybe we can try on…on Wednesday?” “Wednesday?” Eddie echoes weakly. “That’s…that’s two days away.” “Chris has chess club tomorrow after school and we have dinner with a friend. Yes, I think Wednesday would be best. You could stay for dinner. But Chris might be able to spare a few minutes tonight once he’s done with homework before bed, if you wanted to give him a call.” “I can’t even tell my own son goodnight?” he asks, bewildered. “Eddie, you know that’s not what I mean,” she says with a huff. “You’re more than welcome to call him—” “But I’m here now, in person, to see him. I could just stay—” “And you are going to upset him,” she interjects sternly. “There’s a reason he hasn’t asked to come home yet, Eddie.”

no pressure tagging @fastcardotmp3 @eddiebabygirldiaz @boasamishipper @sharpbutsoft @wordsonamission and anyone else who wants to play! if you see this, consider yourself tagged ;)