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watchyourbuck · 5 months

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Buddie 13 please😭😭

(tw: suicidal thoughts & actions. no death, no self-harm.)

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Eddie’s heart stammers him awake. Sweaty, frantic, and alone, he’s suddenly slapped out of his slumber by his ringing phone.

“Fucking- Jesus-,” he whispers, putting a hand to his chest unconsciously, while searching the nightstand with the other one. “Yes, yes, hello?”

He’s ready to yell; to tell the person on the other line to fuck off, because do you know what time it is? But something stops him.

It’s vague, but it’s there. He frowns, listening more attentively. Someone’s breathing, but it doesn’t sound calm. It sounds as if- he checks the screen, putting together blurry letters. Buck.

“Buck?”

He sits up right. Only once before did Buck call him in the middle of the night, and it had been disastrous. Hospital level injury disastrous.

“Buck? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

His words seem to only agitate him more. Eddie swallows, blinking the rest of his sleepiness away. He’s suddenly back in his room, and he can see enough to map out the house.

Okay, he can be out of there in seconds, he’d only need to call Carla first.

“Buck, please,” he insists, forcing himself to keep calm. If he panics, Buck will mirror him. “Please, I-”

“I can’t lie to you anymore.”

Eddie’s heart jumps in his ribcage. Buck sounds like he’s crying, standing in the middle of a busy street while doing so. “What? Buck, where- where are you?”

“I can’t lie to you anymore, Eddie, it’s- it’s killing me.”

His voice breaks right at the mention of his name, and Eddie feels like he’s about to be an auditory witness to something he can’t let happen. “Okay, okay, Buck- stop. Come over, let’s talk. Please- let’s… let’s talk.”

The honk of a car makes him stand up in a hurry. Dear god, dear god.

“You won’t- you won’t look at me the same,” Buck says, barely above a whisper. “You won’t- I don’t know…”

“Buck, please. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

He starts walking around his room, ignoring the pain in his foot as he steps on something sharp. One of his kid’s legos, presumably. He winces, pursing his lips to keep quiet.

At this point, Eddie’s senses are painfully heightened. He could hear the flutter of a fly’s wings.

“I’m- I don’t want you to see me like- like this…”

“Like- like what, Buck?”

He’s stalling. He’s stalling because Buck isn’t listening to him. He tries to pick up on any clues that might tell him where he is. C’mon, Buck, where are you?

“Drunk,” he mutters, a hiccup making its way past his lips. “So, so drunk.”

Eddie sighs, fear settling inside him. “Are you on the sidewalk?”

“No, I’m-”

“Get to the sidew-”

“On the rooftop.”

Eddie stops dead in his tracks. He’s- “You’re what?”

Buck hums. It’s a slow melody, and Eddie suddenly realizes he’s imitating the sounds of the street below him. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, muffled by something.

Buck’s drinking straight from the bottle.

Eddie’s hold on his breathing betrays him. He’s panicking now. “Buck, listen to me. I- you need to get as far away as possible from the edge of the building.”

“No.”

“I’m- what? Buck. Please. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t do- don’t do this to Christopher.”

It’s a foul card to play, but he feels as though he has been dealt an empty hand. This is the only thing he has left. Buck can’t die. He can’t die.

“Why? Why do you care?”

His voice is raspy now, and he can’t practically see the tears. They’re gathering under the phone’s speaker, right over Buck’s pinky.

Eddie starts getting dressed in the darkness. He has no idea what he’s putting on, but as long as it’s usable, he’s good to go.

He thinks of an answer that could sum up the depth of his feelings; of why he cares so much about him, but Buck beats him to it. His tone is angry, laced with a guilt Eddie hadnt heard since Daniel.

“I’m so in love with you, and you don’t even know.”

His breath hitches, and he feels a tear roll down the corner of his eye, stopping at the side of his nose. It’s itchy, but he doesn’t care. He speaks, but it comes out strangled. “Now I really need you to get off the roof.”

Buck stumbles and Eddie feels his heart beat out his chest. He can’t see him, he can’t help him. “Why ‘now’?”

Eddie closes his eyes. He hopes this isn’t the wrong move.

“Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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Please take this as my Seven Sentence Sunday!

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