#bois in love

[the-likesofus]

To Have And To Hold (What's Mine Is Yours)

AKA The Wedding Anniversary Fic

Buddie | 9-1-1 on Fox | 3329 words | fluff, boys in love, married buddie, christopher diaz has two dads

Eddie celebrates their first wedding anniversary (The 'Paper Anniversary') by officially gifting Buck the final piece of his heart, his son.

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Eddie and Shannon never really did anything for their anniversaries. They were always too busy or fighting or Eddie was deployed, or Shannon was gone. But Eddie wants to try harder now, be better. For Buck, for himself, for this relationship, this partnership, that means so much to him.

Bobby first explained the stages to him after he asked what Bobby had gotten Athena for their last wedding anniversary and Bobby had explained that as it was their fifth anniversary he had made her a new jewelry box to commemorate their 'wooden' anniversary. 

This will be Eddie and Buck’s first anniversary, the paper anniversary, and he has thrown himself into the deep end with the Go Big or Go Home tactic. The folder has been hidden in the very back of Christopher’s wardrobe for almost five months now. Technically it had been Christopher's idea in the first place so Eddie can't take all the credit, but he did have a very mature, sit-down chat with Christopher to confirm that he really did want this before Eddie even went to the courthouse. Evidently, Chris had been so excited he could barely contain himself when Eddie got home and showed him the paperwork and explained the forms to him. 

Regardless, Eddie has been stressing for weeks and he is almost certain that Buck has caught on. His best friend has always been too perceptive, even more so since they got married and have been living together officially. It is almost impossible to hide anything from him, so the fact that Eddie has managed to keep this under wraps for so long is a miracle. Still, everything is riding on this going well and Eddie wants it to be perfect. He is also (almost) certain that Buck won’t say no but he still worries. Worries that it’s too much, too soon and now, the date looming over them, a big red circle on their kitchen calendar, Eddie is getting cold feet. 

He has the whole day planned. It’s a Saturday so Chris doesn’t have school, and he and Buck get off shift in the early hours of the morning. The plan is to go home, get a couple of hours of sleep and then go pick Christopher up from Abeula's and go to the zoo for the afternoon. As much as it is Buck and Eddie's anniversary, it is an anniversary for Christopher too. The day their family was officially formed, there is no way they would spend any part of the day without him. 

Buck wakes him with coffee already sitting on the cabinet next to their bed and a gentle kiss. I love you 's are exchanged and Eddie drags Buck back in under the covers next to him, passing one of the mugs into Buck's waiting hands before picking up his own and tucking Buck in against his side as they lean back against the headboard and bask in the late morning sun. The morning is quiet and still around them and Buck’s arm is a heavy comfort around Eddie’s waist. He is still in awe of the fact that this is all his, that he gets to wake up next to his best friend and kiss him whenever he pleases and raise their son together, that soon that would be official as well. 

After a slow morning and an even slower crawl out of the house, courtesy of Buck dragging him back to the bedroom when they were not even two feet from the Jeep, they eventually make it to Abuela’s. Chris is bouncing on the doorstep when they pull up the driveway and Abuela smothers them both in hugs, kisses, and congratulations the moment they exit the vehicle. 

As Buck gathers up Chris’s belonging and loads him into the Jeep along with a container of Abuela’s tamales, Eddie stands in front of his grandmother while she cups his cheek in one gentle hand and just looks at him fondly. 

“I am so proud of you, Edmundo.” the sincerity dripping from her voice has Eddie struggling not to tear up and he has to glance away to try and retain his composure. However, his gaze catches Buck walking out of the house, Christopher clinging to his back, crutches in one hand and Christopher's bag in the other as he chats excitedly with his son about the new otter exhibit at the zoo. Eddies heart squeezes and almost doubles in size in an instant and a single traitorous tear slips out as a giddy smile starts to spread across his lips.

Abuela continues to smile softly as she wipes the tear away and kisses his cheek. 

The drive to the zoo is full of animated chatter as Buck and Christopher fill the car with their excitement and Eddie switches his gaze from watching the street signs pass out the window to Buck’s hands tucked comfortably around the steering wheel. Buck catches his gaze and grins, slipping one hand off the wheel and onto Eddie’s knee. He squeezes softly before removing to change gears. Once his hand is free again Eddie grabs it with one of his own, lacing their fingers together and bringing it up the kiss the back of his hand before letting their interlinked hand rest in his lamp. He is blessed with watching a soft blush spread across Buck’s cheeks as he tries not to get distracted while dividing his attention between driving and Christopher’s endless questions, the boy completely oblivious to the exchange between Buck and his Dad. 

It is a Saturday so the zoo is packed, the new otter exhibit drawing crowds for its opening day, and Buck and Christopher drag Eddie halfway across the zoo with equal excitement to press their faces against the glass and gawk at the tiny creatures. Eddie is almost certain that Chris will be heading home with a new otter plush toy at the end of the trip, and even if he says no, Buck will sneak one into a backpack when Eddie isn't looking and then try to trick Eddie into believing it was always there when it turns up on Christoper’s bed halfway through the coming week. 

After the otters come the lions, then the tigers, another quick stop at the otters on the way back (“Just in case more came out of the sleeping holes, Dad!”), and then by midday, they are standing staring up at the giraffes. 

“Thanks, Buck,” Christopher grins as Buck hands him an ice cream cone. Buck smiles at him warmly and ruffles his curls.

“You’re welcome, Kiddo.”

It's stupid but sometimes Eddie still finds himself watching Buck, pining after him, only to then remember that he has him. That he doesn't have to wish he could walk up to Buck and kiss him, or hold his hand, he just can. So he does. 

As Buck straightens up, Eddie sidles up next to him and presses a soft kiss to his cheek, slipping his hand into his. It's a little bit sticky from the heat and from where the ice cream had dripped but Eddie doesn't let go. 

Buck smiles at him and kisses the side of Eddie's head before offering him his own ice cream. Eddie steals a quick lick before they follow Christopher through to the next exhibit. Eddie is content, his chest feels warm and fuzzy and full. Buck squeezes his hand as his fingers thread perfectly in between Eddies, like two puzzle pieces slotting together and Eddie squeezes back, ignoring the small niggle of anxiety knocking at the back of his mind. 

Abuela’s tamales pair nicely with the spaghetti that Buck makes for dinner, and even if they didn’t there was no way they would have lasted in the fridge overnight, not with the way both Eddie and Christopher had been eying up the container the whole drive home. 

So far Eddie’s plan has been going smoothly and yet he waits until Christopher is in his room getting ready for bed and waiting for Buck and Eddie to come and say goodnight before he brings out the big guns, the final bombshell. He wants to do it now so that Buck has a chance to say no without Christopher around. Not that Eddie thinks he will but that last little whisper of anxiety makes him hesitate. Either way, he doesn't want Buck to feel pressured. It is one thing to be named in Eddie’s will (a big thing admittedly) but it's another responsibility entirely to legally bind Eddie’s lifeblood and soul to Buck, to give and share so completely. 

“Buck?” Buck looks up from where he’s loading the last of the dishes onto the dishwasher.

“What’s up?” He calls back, half distracted.

“Can you come sit down?”

“Gimme a minute, I’m almost done here.”

“Please Buck.” Eddie’s voice slips into a more pleading tone than he intended and Buck looks up quickly, his eyes washing over Eddie’s face, quickly taking stock. Eddie can tell he’s already trying to figure out what’s going on, his mind running through every possible, terrible scenario. 

“Okay,” He responds cautiously. “Everything okay?” 

Buck quickly dries his hand and joins Eddie in the living room, rounding the sofa and taking a seat in front of where Eddie is standing.

“Eddie?” He looks up, eyes imploring. 

“Everything is fine, just wait here a minute please.” Buck has a watchful gaze trained on him but his knees are bouncing erratically. Without thinking, Eddie reaches out and rests his hand on Buck’s knee to ground him and Buck smiles at him softly, his hand reaching out to cover Eddie's.

Eddie kisses his forehead and watches the apprehension drain away from Buck’s face. He barely waits for Buck’s cautious Okay before he ducks out of the room to retrieve the folder from its hiding place. 

He sneaks down the hallway and into Christopher’s room. Chris looks up from his book when he comes in and tracks Eddie’s movement across to the wardrobe where he finds the manila folder carefully tucked in behind the shoe boxes on the top shelf. Christopher gives him a slow, nervous smile when he sees it in his Dad’s hands and Eddie kisses his forehead as well, squeezing his shoulder as he leaves the room.

Eddie's heart is thumping in his chest, but it's not a panic attack he realizes, it's excitement. He wants this, he wants everything with Buck and in his hands, he holds the final piece of the puzzle.

As soon as he comes back into the living room before he can change his mind, Eddie thrusts the folder straight into Buck's hands, crouching down in front of his husband. Buck stares at the folder before slowly prying up the seal and slipping the papers out and into his lap. 

“You have time to think about it.” Eddie quickly rushes to say, “We don’t have to do right now, we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to. And it’s okay if you don’t want to. Everything is perfect as it is now. Christopher loves you for everything you already are to him and a piece of paper doesn’t change that but I just thought-”

Eddie stops rambling the moment that he glances up to find quiet tears rolling down Buck's cheeks as he stares at the paperwork in his hands.

Supreme Court of California: Adoption Order

Name of Adopting Parent: Evan Buckley-Diaz

Name of Child: Christopher Diaz 

Name Change of Child (*optional): Christopher Buckley-Diaz

Eddie watches as Buck stares blankly at the piece of paper held so delicately in his hands. His fingers barely hold the edges, a kind of reverence to his touch as if the paper may crumble under his fingertip if he holds it too tightly. Eddie can see the cogs turning behind Buck's eyes as he tries to make sense of what Eddie has given him.

Eddie's heart squeezes painfully but he waits, as he gives Buck time. He would give Buck all the time in the world if he could, he would give him everything. He is trying to give Buck everything. 

“He’d really be mine, too?” Buck's voice catches in his throat as it works its way around his tears. Eddie’s heart jumps up into his throat and his lungs spasm in his chest as the vulnerability in Buck’s voice slices through him, the way he shakes around every word. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie cups his face between his hands and carefully wipes at his cheeks. He makes sure to hold Buck’s watery gaze before he continues, “He is already yours. He always has been."

Buck's shoulders heave as he lets out another hopeless sob and Eddie slides one hand around the back of Buck's head, threading his fingers through his soft hair and tugging him forward to rest his forehead against Eddie's shoulder. Without hesitation, Buck buries himself in Eddie’s arms and knots his fingers into the front of Eddie’s sweatshirt (Buck’s sweatshirt actually but, semantics). 

Suddenly Buck rips himself out of Eddie’s hold and frantically gestures towards the part of the page where Christopher's last name has been changed as if he can’t find the words to ask what it means.

"Christopher Buckley-Diaz," Eddie confirms, looking directly into Buck's eyes. The words are printed so plainly on the page as if they aren't the pretty little ribbon that is tying up the last of Eddie's loose ends in this new life he gets to call his own. "He actually asked me the day we got married if that was his last name now too. You will not believe the sour look he gave me when I said it wasn't. This whole thing was mostly his idea, you know that right? My kid- our kid, loves you so much, Buck. He wants this just as much as I do."

Buck's eyes well with tears again and he chokes out a laugh and reaches up to roughly wipe his tears away. Eddie pushes Buck's hands from his cheeks and wipes the tears himself, pressing kisses to the outer corners of his eyes.

"I love him too." Buck bleats out, "God, I love him, Eds."

"I know," Eddie replies confidently, he has never once questioned the way that Buck loves Christopher. He is sure that his smile is embarrassingly sweet but Buck is looking at him like all his prayers have just been answered and Eddie can’t help but feel like his have been too.

"Do you think he's still awake? Can I-?" Buck gestures towards the hallway and Eddie rubs his hands down Buck's arms, giving him a squeeze just above his elbows as he nods towards Christopher's room. 

"Go," He continues smiling at Buck widely, and presses a kiss to his forehead. "I know he's waiting for you. There is no way he was going to go to sleep before he got to see your reaction."

"Okay, okay." Buck nods firmly, then, on shaky legs, he stands up. His hands grip the bottom of his t-shirt as he tries to calm the swell of emotions within him. 

Eddie waits just a moment and watches him go before following a few steps behind him. 

Christopher is sitting up on his bed, his book still tucked in his lap and a cautious smile on his face when he sees Buck standing in his doorway with Eddie peering over his shoulder. 

"Buck?" 

"Hey, Buddy." Buck's voice is thick again and Eddie can see him take a deep, shaky breath.

"Did- did Dad give you your present yet?" Christopher's words are slow and cautious like he's unsure how to interpret Buck's damp cheeks and red-tinged eyes. Maybe he's worried that Buck has come to let him down gently.

Eddie knows there is no way that Buck would ever let Christopher think such a thing and within seconds Buck is across the room with his arms wrapped around Christopher's shoulders and his nose tucked into the top of his head.

"I love you, little man." He whispers reverently and Eddie can feel his own eyes welling up with tears. "I love you so much. I am so grateful for you, and for your Dad. You mean the absolute world to me."

"Does that mean that you'll be my Dad now too?" Buck pulls away and cups Christopher's cheeks between his palms. He squishes Christopher’s cheeks together like a fish until he gets a giggle out of him.

"It would be an honor, Christopher," Buck says reverently, looking right into small, round eyes behind red frames.

Christopher's book topples to the floor and lands with the pages askew and likely bent as he lunges himself at Buck and wraps his arms tightly around Buck's neck. Eddie's heart squeezes painfully and he has to restrain himself from pulling his phone out to take a photo of his two favorite boys so wholly wrapped up in each other.

Buck has tucked his nose into Christopher's neck and he presses the boy tightly against his chest and breaths him in. Christopher slumps down in Buck's arms, obviously content on staying there for the moment. Buck slowly leans forward and tips them over so that he's lying beside Christopher, the boy still tucked under the covers from his waist down but now resting comfortably against Buck's side, his forehead pressed into the divet of his shoulder. 

Buck glances up and meets Eddie's gaze and Eddie doesn't even try to mask the fond expression he can't keep off his face. Buck still looks close to tears but they're happy ones and Eddie smiles at him reassuringly as Buck tucks himself closely around Christopher. The boy has been growing like a weed these last few months but right now he looks so small, cocooned in Buck's arms. 

Eddie crosses the room and picks up Christopher’s book, placing it lightly on the bedside table and kissing both boys’ cheeks. He turns out the light and leaves the door open a crack behind as he goes back to the kitchen and finishes the last of the dishes that Buck had been pulled away from. 

It's almost an hour later as he's finishing tidying up the kitchen of the last of the mess from cooking dinner that he hears socked footsteps padding down the hallway and feels Buck wrap himself around him from behind, his arms around Eddie's waist and his forehead pressed into the space between his shoulder blades.

"Thank you." His lips brush against the cotton of Eddie's t-shirt, earnest, sincere, and content.

Eddie drops one hand to squeeze Buck's forearms and tips his head back to rest against the top of Buck's. It's a slightly uncomfortable angle but Eddie is too happy to move just yet. 

“Is he asleep?”

“Yeah,” Buck whispers softly, nosing at Eddie’s collar and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.

They stand there, wrapped up in each other for what could be minutes, could be seconds. Eventually, Eddie turns around in the circle of Buck's arms and holds his face between the palms of his hands. 

"Thank you , for everything." Buck's eyes are so blue that Eddie could drown in them. He holds his husband's line of sight and wills his words to reach the depths of every insecurity Eddie hasn't been able to help him overcome yet. Every hopeless, self-diminishing little voice that has ever caused Buck to question his place in Eddie's life, in Christopher's, in this family. To doubt the worth that he holds and the love and the laughter that he brings to them daily. "Thank you for loving my son. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for letting us love you ." 

"I love you." Buck is getting all choked up again, Eddie can hear it in the way his voice catches in his throat, his eyes shifting and shiny and he loves him .

"Happy Anniversary, Baby." Eddie kisses him soundly and Buck surges in to meet him. 

[lilislegacy]

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

[eemamminy-art]

I love that they added these new bits of dialog about how much he likes eggs—

I'M SORRY????

[wasabi-gumdrop]

local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

[mebssann]

Sir Pentious has my whole heart and he deserves nothing but good things for the rest of his (2nd) afterlife

[ciearcab]

how do you live?

[koyuxim]

" Care to stay for a drink? " 🥂✨

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[the-likesofus]

Everything Is Going Wrong (But We're So Happy)

Buddie | 9-1-1 on Fox | Mature Rated for Implied Sexual Content

2112 words | car breakdown, stranded, bickering, domestic fluff, making out

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"Where is your sense of adventure, Eds?"

"This is not an adventure, Buck. This is a disaster." Eddie's chest is burning with heaving breaths and the dust scratching at the back of his throat, making their trek along the roadside almost unbearable. The California heat is unforgiving and Eddie can feel it scorching across his back, and although it isn't dark yet, at the rate that they're traveling, it will be before they reach the motel. 

Buck shucked off his over shirt a mile or so back, leaving his ridiculous arms on full display in just his singlet. Look, Eddie is only one man. One recently reformed and previously severely repressed man, and now that his brain knows that looking isn't a bad thing, all he can do is look. 

And what a beautiful view it is. 

"Come on, old man." Buck laughs, bright and easy as he walks ahead of Eddie. He has his own duffle bag slug comfortably over one shoulder while Eddie's is gripped in his opposite hand. Buck only had it because Eddie complained once about how annoying carrying it was and Buck had taken it off him and refused to give it back. "It's only a couple more miles."

"A couple more miles, he says," Eddie mutters under his breath, and Buck giggles at him like a gleeful child.

"Oh, quit your complaining." Buck glances back to catch Eddie's eye. He stops for a moment and waits for him to fall into step beside him before they keep walking, their strides matched and arms swinging side by side. 

He knows he's being whiny. Thank God Christopher isn't here to see his Dad make a fuss over a bit of dust and a long walk, but this was supposed to be a fun weekend. A break they both desperately needed after the turbulent year they had had. Karen and Hen had offered to take Christopher from Friday till Sunday night and Bobby had shuffled the roster around to give them both the same weekend free.

"Hiking was your idea." Buck reminds him and Eddie levels him with an unimpressed glare.

"This is not quite what I had in mind and you know it." An accusatory finger is pointed in Buck's direction and he just grins in response. Eddie rolls his eyes in exasperation. "The Hike was supposed to be a nice sheltered trail, some trees, a nice view even. Not five miles along the highway in the middle of the afternoon!"

"Did you put sunscreen on this morning?"

Again, the flat look is directed at Buck but Eddie is thrown by the genuinely concerned expression on Buck's face and he relents a little bit, his shoulders sagging.

"Yes, I put sunscreen on, Buck. You only reminded me about fourteen times." Eddie's smile is more fond than he wants it to be but he really can't help it, it's Buck, who really is the most genuinely compassionate person Eddie has ever met. "Still, this was not the plan." 

"I know." Buck glances away, adjusting the way his bag hangs across his shoulders and Eddie tries not to gawk at the way the muscles of his shoulders shift beneath his skin. "I'm sorry, really. I was so sure that we had enough gas. I swear I checked it."

"I know, Buck." Eddie tries to reach out and grab his bag from Buck's grasp but Buck just swings it out of reach and switches it to his other hand where Eddie can't get to it.

The Jeep had run out of gas, that was the first of their issues, the second being that they were stranded on one of the less populated highways between Los Angeles and their destination, almost exactly halfway between their accommodation and the nearest gas station. After much debate, the decision was made that they would walk to the accommodation rather than back to the gas station and then try and get a lift back to the Jeep in the morning.

"Would it make you feel better if I held your hand?" Buck reaches his now empty hand towards Eddie's, cheeky grin firmly in place but Eddie quickly swings his hand away and crosses his arms in front of himself.

"Don't even think about it!" Just the thought of how sweaty and gritty their hands must be right now made Eddie's stomach roll.

"Oh, babe," Buck laughs, his hand now pressed against his chest as if Eddie's rejection had physically wounded him. "I am hurt." 

Eddie tries to roll his eyes again but just finds himself grinning back at Buck, both of them staring into each other's eyes and smiling like idiots. It is sickeningly sweet really, especially now that they really are together in all the ways that they have been teased to be over the years, inseparable and living in each other's pockets, acceptingly codependent and no longer oblivious to the less than platonic nature of their friendship turned relationship. It's barely been two months and yet Eddie still can't quite believe that he gets to have this, to have Buck, in the way that he never thought he would have another person again. Eddie can see that Buck is thinking along the same lines if the way his eyes soften is any indication. 

The moment is broken when Buck trips over a rock and almost goes tumbling down into the dirt beneath the weight of their luggage. Once Eddie has finished laughing his ass off, he finally manages to convince Buck to return his bag to him, lest they actually end up with one of them injured and unable to make the rest of the trip. 

They do eventually arrive at the motel, a tiny roadside joint with peeling paint and a neon sign that is missing half of its bulbs. They had picked it because of its proximity to the trails, but in the soft glow of the sunset and with the forest stretching up into the mountains beyond, even as underwhelming as the motel is, it manages to look picturesque. Postcard perfect to Eddie's aching feet.

After checking into their room Buck gifts Eddie the first shower in his umpteenth attempt to apologize for causing their predicament. Eddie has already told him that he forgives him every time but he certainly won't say no to the shower when his shirt is sticking uncomfortably to his back and he can feel the grit of the Californian desert behind his teeth.

When he steps back out into the main room, towel wrapped around his waist he is greeted by the sight of Buck lounging out across this bed with his phone in hand. Eddie has a good mind to tell him off for dirtying their sheets with his own dusty clothes but the giggling sounding from the speaker of Buck's phone and the wide grin on his boyfriend's ( boyfriend!) face as he chats away to Christopher distracts him enough to let it be for now. 

He at least has the good mind to throw on a t-shirt before perching himself on the edge of the bed next to Buck and watching the way his son's grin only grows when Eddie appears next to him on the camera.

"Hi, Dad!" 

"Hey, Buddy." And God does Eddie's heart melt at the sight of his son, and the fact that not even six hours after they left Los Angeles, Buck felt the need to call Eddie's son and check in on him. He takes the phone when Buck hands it to him but makes sure the angle is right so that Christopher can still see them both. "Are you and Denny having fun?"

Christopher's glasses almost slip off his nose with the force of his nodding as he excitedly starts to tell him and Buck about the blanket fort he and Denny had spent the afternoon building and the popcorn Karen had made for them to eat while watching a movie in their new structure. 

"Hen even said we could have ice cream after dinner! But only if Denny eats all of his broccoli." 

"Sounds like you've had a lot more fun than your Buck and I have!" Eddie elbows Buck's shoulder only to get a returning elbow to his ribs as Buck steals the phone back off Eddie and turns it so that only he is in the frame and he levels Christopher with a very serious look.

"Don't listen to your Dad, Bud. He's just grumpy because his old man legs aren't up to walking that far anymore." 

Eddie can't see his son's face anymore but he can imagine his gleeful expression as he laughs brightly again, a matching grin spreading across Buck's face which he points cheekily at Eddie. Eddie pinches Buck's thigh but smiles too.

Buck does turn the camera back to get them both in the frame so that they can say goodbye as Hen calls Christopher for dinner in the background.

"Goodnight, Superman!" Eddie blows him a kiss which Chris screws his face up at but still smiles back just as brightly.

"Goodnight, Dad." Chris waves at the camera. "Night Buck!"

"Goodnight Buddy, enjoy your ice cream!" Buck waves back from where he is leaning comfortably against a stack of pillows.

"I will!"

"Okay, Bud," Eddie watching the way Chris bounces in his seat on the couch, obviously keen to run off to dinner. "We'll call you again tomorrow, okay? I love you."

"Love you too, Dad." Chris' expression softens just a little bit and he leans closer to the camera like he's telling them a secret. "Love you too, Buck."

Eddie watches the astounded look spread across Buck's face before it melts into one of pure joy. 

"Love you, Chris." He replies, barely containing the flood of emotions that Eddie can see washing over him. Even now it still floors Eddie the way that Buck loves his son. Eddie really could not have asked for a more perfect little family and he is so proud of what he and Buck have built and have been building for as long as they have known each other.  

“Bye!” Chris waves as Hen calls out to him again, her voice cut off by Chris ending the call.

Eddie wastes no time in turning himself towards Buck and pushing right up into his face. Eddie kisses him softly once he hears Buck put the phone down on the mattress beside him and Buck grips Eddie's arms and holds him against his chest as he arches up into the kiss, kissing back harder and not letting Eddie roll off him when he tries.

"You need a shower." Eddie accuses him but he doesn't try to pull away from the kiss again, instead, he pushes Buck back against the mattress and leans over him.

"I don't hear you complaining." Buck grins against his mouth and nips at Eddie's bottom lip.

"I will be if you've made our sheets all gross." 

Buck's hand travels up Eddie's back and treads through the short hair at the base of his head and Eddie groans at the sensation of the pads of Buck's fingers digging into his skull. Buck hums against Eddie's lips in return as Eddie licks into his mouth and cups the side of his face in one hand, using his other hand to push into the mattress next to Buck's head and stop himself from collapsing on top of him.

"In fact," Eddie leans back with a grin, pressing his forehead to Buck's and going a bit cross-eyed trying to hold eye contact. "You're getting me all dusty again too."

Buck bursts out in a hearty chuckle and wraps his arms around Eddie's waist, pulling him tightly against him and not letting him pull away as Eddie tries to sit up. Buck just grins at him.

"Well, I guess you'll just have to have another shower then." He shrugs as if to say that there really isn't anything else to be done. "Care to join me?" 

Buck's eyes sparkle playfully and Eddie can't help but lean down and capture his lips in another searing kiss.

"Hmm, maybe I can think of a way you really can apologize for making me walk all the way here." He moves to pull away again but Buck surges up to meet him, holding Eddie's hips as he leverages them both to their feet with impressive speed and coordination. 

Buck walks backwards towards the bathroom, dragging Eddie along with him. Their mouths never part but they are barely kissing at this point. Their grins are too wide and their teeth click awkwardly as they laugh and stumble their way across the room.

[kharacore]

jenny holzer

[nova-rpv]

death leech shadoo.....

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[autumn-may]

Mostly spoiler free summary of my viewing experience

[nipuni]

Gallifrey

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on march 1st! 😊

[danielcalmdown]

[minimanuke]

This image was MADE for them

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing