#jesuiscenseedormir

[aspecbuddie]

Hii :D

No pressure writing prompt,

From this list about seeking out physical affection : acting like they're cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets

Hey!!! Thanks for the prompt!! 💚💚💚 I thought I was going to not do this after a couple false starts and then ended up writing nearly 1k for it xD

“Hey can I uh… can I steal a hoodie from you for the evening?” Buck asks, after a minute of rummaging through his bag. “I must have left mine in my locker.”

“Sure,” Eddie replies, not taking his eyes off the movie. “If there’s not one in my room there should be one in the dryer.”

He doesn’t blame Buck for being forgetful at the end of that shift. It had been a truly awful one – one of those shifts that ends with everyone calling their shrinks to see if they can get an emergency appointment. Eddie already had an appointment with Frank booked for the next day, so he waited patiently for Buck to finish sorting his own out before inviting him back to the house for a movie night with Chris.

Although Chris had only spent the duration of a single movie with them tonight before excusing himself to his room under the guise of having homework to complete. The likelihood of him actually doing homework is low, but tonight Eddie doesn’t have it in him to care. His kid is safe and happy and alive under his roof, who cares if he’s doing his homework or playing video games. Some kids can’t do either anymore.

Buck returns a few minutes later, wearing Eddie’s old, tatty, LAFD hoodie and clutching two fresh beers, one of which gets placed on the coffee table in front of Eddie.

They settle back into quietly watching the movie, and Eddie at least is trying to avoid letting his thoughts stray back to the last twelve hours. It’s about an hour and a half later that he cannot stay sat any longer without thinking about it, so he stands up and starts to head towards the kitchen.

He turns to Buck, about to ask if he wants anything while he’s up, but his best friend’s appearance stops the words in their tracks.

Buck is sat the other end of the couch, where he’s been all night, with his feet up and knees pulled loosely to his chest, the sleeves of Eddie’s hoodie pulled over his hands where they’re hugging his legs. His face is flushed, and there’s something that looks like a tear running down towards his chin. Except, as Eddie studies him for a few seconds longer and notices another one on Buck's forehead, he realises it must actually be sweat.

Out of habit, maybe, Eddie reaches out and feels Buck’s forehead with the back of his hand.

Buck swats his hand away. “Dude what the fuck?”

“Take the hoodie off, Buck. You’re boiling hot, man, you feel like you have a fever. D’ya want me to get the medicine from the cabinet or… uh… I can—”

“Eddie it’s not a fever. I’ll… I’ll take the hoodie off, okay?” Buck swings his legs back over onto the floor and pulls the hoodie over his head, before handing it to Eddie. “Happy?”

Eddie just stares at Buck. “Why did you even put it on? There’s no way you could have been cold when you asked for it.”

“I uh…” Buck rubs his neck sheepishly. “I feel like shit after that shift a-and uh… I knew it would smell like… like this house and… and like you. And… I don’t know it’s just… it’s… it’s…”

“Comforting?” Eddie suggests.

Buck nods.

There’s something about this new piece of knowledge – about knowing that his house and his presence is comforting to his best friend – that eases a small bit of his own post-shift heartache. He wonders if Buck has ever had someone to borrow clothes from before, because Eddie hasn’t. Shannon and Ana had borrowed his clothes during their respective relationships, but Eddie had never been able to do the same – nothing  of theirs would have fit him.

He's strangely glad he can do this for Buck,, although it’s not ideal that Buck is literally overheating just to get a small amount of comfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving the room with a hoodie and returning a minute later, handing Buck the new item in his hand. Buck looks up at him with a questioning glance. “The hoodie was too hot so, uh, I thought one of my t-shirts might work better.”

The look of awe on Buck’s face is overwhelming. Instead of saying anything, he stands up and pulls off the t-shirt he’s already wearing – which is sweat-soaked in places. Eddie feels a surprising need to look away for the couple seconds that Buck is shirtless; he’s not sure why, they change in front of each other all the time.

When he looks back, Buck is wearing one of Eddie’s slightly less worn black tees. Buck opens and closes his mouth a few times, but doesn’t say anything. Eddie can’t think of anything to say either, so he does the only thing he can think of, and pulls Buck in for a hug.

It’s strange, for Buck to have the scent of Eddie’s laundry detergent mixed with his shower gel from the station. But strange in a good way, and while the hug is short, it further eases the cloud in Eddie’s head.

The movie is still playing, and when Buck sits back down on the couch, Eddie sits closer to him, only an inch of space between their bodies. When Buck shuffles across and closes that space, Eddie reaches an arm across the back of the couch and rests his hand on Buck’s shoulder, pulling Buck gently closer against him.

“Just ask next time,” he whispers. “Or don’t. If it makes you feel better just… just take the clothes, Buck.”

#asks #jesuiscenseedormir #aspecbuddie writes #buddie fic #911 fic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc

[911-on-abc]

#@ PREV NOT THE TRAIN TRACK EMOJI AS A TAG 😇

(also this is me being optimistic, maybe it's the start of a collection of similar posts 👀)

LMAOOOO

but also, i totally agree. eddie diaz deserves to be ran through and I think evan buckley should make that happen 😌

#my post #buddie #asks #jesuiscenseedormir #evan buckley #eddie diaz #there was a buddietommy fic I read where they did something similar but it was with buck as the recipient(?) not eddie #also is ur url I should be asleep in french???

[edmundodiazz]

re: Eddie's face in the medal ceremony (from the promo clip) and him seeming less than okay or at least not overjoyed.

We can always interpret out of context clips like that a million ways (personally I think he's looking at someone in the audience 👀) BUT I am hoping for a little something. (I mean… it is the bobby eddie show now isn't it xD) I'm hoping for a reminder that Eddie was very much not okay with the previous medal he received. Maybe, see how different he feels about it now.

What if we get a new Bobby Eddie talk and it's Eddie giving the advice this time. I'm assuming that Eddie and Frank talked about his medal and everything he associates with it plus his feelings about being perceived as a hero. Not only would it be a meaningful exchange between Bobby and Eddie, it would be very funny to see Eddie giving advice when his own life is in shambles.

oh you’re absolutely right! it can all be pretty misleading, and without full context we won’t be able to actually get what particular scenes are about. they can even use different takes in the final cut.

and 100% agree - i’d LOVE to get some mentions about eddie’s past, especially in the army, him getting the silver star and how it affected him vs now.

but, to be frank, i didn’t think about that when i first saw the clips… my mind was kinda stuck on his kinda sour expression + what ryan said in the previous interview. now i may not be remembering correctly, but i think he said something along the lines of: eddie being conflicted/bad at keeping things hidden, regarding the cheating and the whole kim situation. so my mind went immediately there: what if we’ll get some subtle hints: expressions, behaviours, verbal cues, etc., that something is not right and other characters picking up on that.

most likely buck of course - similar situation to the secret fight club storyline. “what do you think is wrong with eddie?”

just… give me some eddie angst! and eddie feels! and eddie lore! and everything eddie!

(and please 911, leave bobby alone and happy and safe. please and thank you)

#asks #jesuiscenseedormir #eddie diaz #911

[lover-of-mine]

what's buck "for myself" moment? did he even have one (genuine question, bad memory here) ? I feel like the armchair was it or supposed to be, but ??? Is the couch theory still alive? I mean, we still haven't stepped into that part of the loft this season

sorry to dump my scattered unprocessed thoughts on you

Darling, I think I need a little bit more context kspskspkspakapkapa I would say his "for myself" moment happened in the coma dream tho, when he's arguing with evil Buck about how he's not coming back for the people, he's coming back for himself (mostly because I think asking Natalia to buy a couch kinda negates the whole for himself journey when attached to that chair lol) I don't know if the couch theory is still alive, the couch wasn't there in 704 but was there in 705 but it hasn't been mentioned and since the couch was being used both in the story (because it's something Buck told us not something we deduced) and in a meta level (everything we assumed about it) and it was resolved in the story even though we did not get the expected resolution the meta level lead us to believe, I'm just assuming that it is resolved for Buck and we will never know.

#911 #i really need a tag for asks #jesuiscenseedormir

[monsterrae1]

Hi :)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Hi thanks!

I love how much cunt is regularly served by Josh and everyone ignores it

Let me chaotic on main (none of these are serious btw)

#Rae answers on main #jesuiscenseedormir #again I’m just being silly on main today

[thearcaneuniversity]

2. show us a picture of your handwriting? 3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of? 13. what are you doing right now? 30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

Hope you have a good day 💜

Hi!!! So sorry for the late reply… i’ve been going 911 crazy as you may have seen on my other blog 😅

2. show us a picture of your handwriting?

my handwriting changes… based on what i’m writing, how carefully, where, with which pen etc. and i like experimenting with different styles. currently, it looks like this:

3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

oohh that's a tough one... i haven't really been watching movies since i was 14, when i fell in love with tv shows. that being said, i think i do return to star wars every now and again... so, yeah, star wars.

4. what are you doing right now?

resting, scrolling through tumblr. we have a couple of days off in my country rn, because of majówka.

5. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?

my cat. just by looking at her sets my mind and body at ease. it truly is magical, the effect animals can have on humans.

aside from that, i'd say travelling, the act itself as well as the destination: visiting new places, exploring new locations etc.

+ my friends and family. my relationship with them is not perfect, but it's getting better, and i think that in itself makes me happier each day.

Thank you for the questions!

#ask game #jesuiscenseedormir

[eddiegirls]

3 and 5 :D

3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?

ooh... 1) mamma mia! 2) RRR 3) the devil wears prada

5. what made you start your blog?

i made this blog in 2018, remade from my old 1d blog. then this was a 1d blog for a few years before it turned into an ~everything blog~ lol

#ask #jesuiscenseedormir #thank u ✨💙

[elvensorceress]

not quite tuesday tidbit teases

it's probably tuesday somewhere and this just popped in my head and I wanted to share. what do you think? do we want more?

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It’s just after midnight and Buck is going to bed. 

He’s been saying this for a couple hours but YouTube had too many AItA videos and Instagram had those gorgeously edited food recipe posts and he doesn’t even want to talk about the doomscrolling of TikTok. But he had a day off and it was supposed to be with Tommy so they could take the weekend and go somewhere fun and romantic, but then Tommy had to work. Buck could’ve gone in with the rest of A shift. But it was nice to have some alone time for himself so he took time for himself. 

His phone goes off with a call five seconds after he’s gotten into bed. It’s a number he doesn’t know. So he could ignore it. Or wait until they’ve left a message. But who would call at this hour for no reason? Or for scamming, telemarketing reasons? 

So Buck answers. 

“Buckley?” The man on the other end says. He sounds vaguely familiar but not enough that Buck came put a name or face with a voice. 

“Uh, yeah? Who is this?” 

“Mehta. Captain Mehta. Of the 133.”

“Oh, hey,” Buck says, automatically friendly and smiling. That makes sense now. “What’s up? Why the— why are you calling?” Why would he call in the middle of the night?

Why does anyone call in the middle of the night.

“Buckley,” he says and it sounds… it sounds… it sounds like…

They have him now. They’ll take care of him. Why don’t we get you cleaned up. He’s in good hands. They’ll rush him to surgery. You don’t have to worry. Let’s get you cleaned up. 

Lets get you cleaned up.

Buck can’t breathe. His whole body is cold. Frozen. 

He tries to get out of bed. He tries, but just slides to the floor beside it. He doesn’t make it any further.

“Buckley, there was a helicopter crash. Your team, our team we went to rescue the pilot. Your, uh, sorry, I don’t know what you call him, but your boyfriend? Life partner? He—”

Oh god. No. No, that’s not. That’s not happening. That is not what is happening right now. This can’t be a, Tommy is dead and I’m letting you know. It can’t be that. It’s not. They were going to—

They were supposed to have a romantic trip together. Wine tasting and some kind of museum Tommy thought Buck would love and maybe a visit to a hot springs up north and they were going to watch the sunset and the sunrise and—

And he can’t be dead. He can’t be.

“He’s alive,” Mehta says. “We’re at Cedars-Sinai. He’s alive, but. It doesn’t look good. He’s in the ICU now. He’s critical.”

Buck pushes himself up. Has to. He has to be there. 

He barely remembers to thank Mehta or even end the call before he switches off his phone and runs out the door. 

~

The drive is a blur. The drive is probably very illegal and he doesn’t know how he doesn’t crash, but he doesn’t have time to wait for an Uber or for anyone else. He runs as fast as possible to the ER lobby, and almost runs directly into Chimney. 

Not almost. Buck crashes into him and almost knocks them both to the floor but that almost actually is an almost because Chim somehow steadies them both. 

He’s pale. Shaken up. His eyes are red. He’s been crying. 

“Chim,” Buck says as broken as he feels. “Chim, where— where is he? What happened? How did this happen? Please tell me he’s okay. He can’t be dying, right? That can’t be happening?”

Chim opens his mouth and grips Buck’s arms tighter, still trying to steady him. “Buck, we— we don’t know yet. It was bad, but he’s tough. You know that. He could be fine.”

Buck lets out a broken whimper and backs away from him. “No. He is fine. He’s fine and this isn’t happening. I just— Chim, I just found him. I can’t lose him already.” 

There’s a flash of something on Chimney’s face but there’s movement around Buck, too. Other people. Bobby, he’s pretty sure. And Hen. They would be here. They would try to comfort him. But they don’t need to because it’s fine. Everything is fine and this isn’t happening. 

It can’t be happening. 

He can’t be dying.

There’s more movement and it’s all blurry, probably filtered through tears, but then everything stops. The world stops. 

Tommy is right in front of him. Whole, alive, real, a little rumpled and there are bloody scratches and bandages on his face and around his arm. But he’s here. He’s fine.

Buck slams into him, throws his arms around him, and sobs as he clutches him. 

“Baby,” Tommy says softly as he hugs Buck tightly, cradling him, comforting him, and Buck can breathe. He’s not frozen. Everything is okay. They were all wrong. Buck knew they were wrong. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tommy tells him and holds him tighter. 

Buck pulls back just to look at him. “No, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He takes a deep breath and smiles because Tommy is fine. He’s right here and everything is good. Buck touches Tommy’s battered face and caresses him gently. He’s bruised and also pale, and very soggy. It’s been stormy tonight. Another reason why Buck wasn’t all that eager to go out in it. “They told me—  fuck, they scared me. I thought— I thought I lost you. I was so scared. I don’t want to lose you. He told me—Mehta, Captain Mehta— he called and told me there was a helicopter crash and my boyfriend was in the ICU and he’s critical and it didn’t look good, and I can’t— god, I can’t. Tommy, I—”

Tommy’s face isn’t good. It’s pale. Bad. Not smiling. Not relieved. It falls and he can’t even hide the devastation on it. He looks like guilt and death, and his mouth moves but nothing comes out. “Evan,” he finally says, barely says. It’s too quiet, too broken. “Evan…”

No. No, Buck doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want to throw up right now. And he just might. His heart is rabbit speed lightning and his legs don’t exist anymore and there’s an awful blackhole of apocalyptic world-ending destruction swirling and growing in his stomach. 

Someone takes his arm. Someone needs his attention. He’s moved from Tommy’s arms because there is no safety or comfort anymore. There’s no relief. There’s no happily ever after, nothing will ever be okay. 

Buck knows why Mehta said what he said. He knows who isn’t here. He knows who would have come to him and immediately comforted him. 

He knows. 

He knows what this is now. It can’t be that. It can’t. Buck doesn’t know anything.

Hen tells him. She holds his arm and says calmly even if it’s broken. Everything is broken. They’re all broken. “Buck. It’s Eddie.”

No. No, it isn’t. It isn’t that either. Buck really can’t take that. It was bad enough, unimaginable enough the other way. It can’t be this. 

He’s already done this. They did this before. More than once. Forty plus feet of cruel earth and a whirling burst of metal and blood all over him. 

Eddie’s blood was all over him. 

“The helicopter went down and got stuck on the cliffs. He went in so he could pull Tommy out, and we got Tommy out,” Hen tells him, every word a knife stabbing through both of them. All of them. 

“He saved me,” Tommy says, quiet and full of regret. “He saved me and went down with it. They thought it was stable enough. It wasn’t. They got him out after. But…”

Buck collapses to his knees on the floor and holds his head in his own hands as if he can somehow hold himself together when there’s no holding himself together. 

It’s Eddie.

It’s Eddie it’s Eddie it’s Eddie. 

Buck shatters like flimsy glass and sobs in all the pieces that are ripped out of him. What about Chris? What about Abuela? What about Eddie’s parents and sisters and friends and everyone else who loves him?

What about Buck? They can’t be BuckandEddie without Eddie. 

“I need to see him,” Buck suddenly says to the closest person who will listen. “I need to be with him. Please. Please.”

There’s arguing that happens. Bobby yells at someone. Hen, Chim, and Tommy stay around him like a protective guard. Until someone finally agrees. He’s not in surgery, they can’t take him to surgery yet. He’s not stable enough. But he’s on a ventilator, life support. They warn him and Buck doesn’t care. He knows how bad these things can be. He’s lived through several. 

They give him five minutes. 

They’ll have to drag him out with an armed guard if they think Buck will agree to only that. But at least it’s something. 

It’s something. 

Eddie is mostly covered. Blankets, wires, tubes, IV lines, bandages. He’s paler than all of them. Slightly blue-purple, cyanotic. They tell him a few things but Buck can’t hear them. He just wants to be with Eddie. 

Buck sits beside him and rests a shaking hand over Eddie’s hand, under the blankets where it’s trying to be warm. Buck would give anything to keep him warm, and alive. 

Eddie needs to stay alive. He needs to. 

Buck rests his forehead on the side of the bed near their joined hands. He would say something if he had the capacity to form words and sentences. The only thing in his head right now is, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.

And that’s probably all he can say. All that really matters. 

Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, please, don’t ever leave me.

(read now on AO3)

#tease tidbit tuesday #jenwyn wip #buddie wip #mentions of #bucktommy #but this is me okay lol anything and everything is about buddie #911 #buddie #fic: if i should fall

[exhuastedpigeon]

Fuck it Friday 🤠

how we doin' folks? have we recovered from yesterday's episode yet? I think I'll need 3-5 business days. Anyway, here's a lil snippet from the country concert fic.

“Alright cowboy, let’s get a move on.” “Pretty sure you’re the one who looks like a cowboy,” Buck said with a laugh that he hoped to hell sounded normal.  “Well I did work on a ranch for a couple summers in high school,” Eddie said, letting his Texas drawl leech into his voice in a way that made Buck weak at the knees.  “Sh-should we call an Uber?” Buck asked. It was only 7:30, but he wasn’t sure he could handle sitting around Eddie’s house with Eddie looking like that and not do something stupid. Like something friendship ruining stupid.  “Sure,” Eddie pulled out his phone. “Fifteen minutes. Want a beer while we wait?” “Yeah,” Buck nodded and a few seconds later Eddie pressed a cold bottle into Buck’s hand. “So, what’s this band called?” “That’s a good question,” Eddie laughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket before flopping onto the couch, legs spread wide. Buck sat down next to him, not so close that they were touching, but closer than necessary with only two people on the couch. “Matty and the Cryin’ Cowboys.” “And you were friends with Matty in high school? Or one of the Cryin’ Cowboys?” “Matty - Matty Wilson,” Eddie said the name and something flickered across his face, something like pain and regret, but it was gone before Buck could fully catalog it. “We uh we were really close until I went off to the Army.” Buck heard the words Eddie said and immediately knew that this was a friend Eddie drifted apart from when he got serious with Shannon, caught up in the rush of young love. They’d talked about it before, how neither of them have friends from high school still for a variety of reasons, but Eddie’s biggest was he kind of lost touch with everyone after Shannon got pregnant and he joined the Army.

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#buddie wip #buddie #911 #my wip #Wip: cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other #fuck it friday

[disasterbuck]

There were lights around their heads – tiny flickering fairy lights dangling from every inch of the ceiling. Buck didn't know how Eddie had put all this together, but he didn't care. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him.

"I'm in love with you," he said, putting his arms around Eddie's waist and pulling him close.

"Oh, good," Eddie said, lips twitching into a smile as he brought his arms up to circle Buck's neck. "It would be a bit awkward if I went to all this trouble only to find out you'd lost interest in me."

Pressing a soft kiss to his husband's lips, Buck then pulled back to stare into his eyes. They were twinkling with the reflections of a thousand lights.

"I could never lose interest in you," he promised.

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[edmundodiazz]

Tumblr ate your ask but I had time to copy it so I'll just make a new post. You should not have enable me by asking about Kaamelott, the post is getting long 😂😂

it’s tumblr, we’re all enabling each other to be unhinged about our interests 😂

#ask #jesuiscenseedormir

[lover-of-mine]

If you go on your For You page you can find your Recently Consulted Blogs. On the mobile app you just have to scroll a bit to see them.

I did not know that was a thing, thank you!!!!

#i did find them lol #jesuiscenseedormir #i really need a tag for asks

[aroeddiediaz]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @diazsdimples @snowviolettwhite and @cal-daisies-and-briars

Sorry but the conclusion to 7x07 has me by the throat. I was immediately torn between an “Eddie comes to his senses before going on his date” fic or a “Kim has a dead husband who looks exactly like Eddie too and they make each other Worse” fic, and, uh, the second option won.

Before Kim knows what she’s doing, she’s walking out the door and speaking to him. She tries to treat him like a regular customer, afraid to come on too strong, but he seems just as interested in her as she is in him.

His voice is the same as Marcus’s, too.

He tells her his name is Edmundo, but goes by Eddie. He tells her he’s a single father, and her heart creaks.

They’d been trying for a baby, before Marcus died.

Kim doesn’t really think about what she’s doing when she asks for his number, and then, while she’s ringing up the candle she sold him, for dinner.

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[monsterrae1]

✨ inspiration Saturday ✨

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Have a lil bit from my ABO fic featuring mpreg Buck

and a lil snippy as a treat

“He’s not gonna make it to the hospital,” The voice came behind him, it was soft and for some reason Buck felt himself relaxing even more, still, he frowned and turned around to look at the person behind him.

“Who the hell are you?”

The man smiled at him, “Paramedic Diaz, Sir, we might need to deliver your baby here and then transport you to the hospital.”

Buck shook his head, his eyes searching for Chim, “No, no Chim, we can’t I promised him, I promised him I’d do the best for our baby and I can’t deliver it here.”

“I’m sure your alpha will understand…” Diaz was saying, but Buck shook his head, Chim finally stepping into view.

“Buck, can you walk?” Chim asked him, his eyes full of concern and jumping to Eddie, “Can you make it to the ambulance?”

Buck nodded, even if he couldn’t he sure as hell was going to try.

“Okay then, let’s get moving.”

“Are you sure Chim, we’re gonna risk a delivery on the ambulance,” Diaz sounded concerned, and for a second Buck was angry that he thought he knew better than Buck.

“I know that,” Buck said through gritted teeth, pain once again overtaking, “But I have to at least try.”

His eyes lingered on Eddie’s for a minute, Buck wasn’t sure if he looked too much in pain, or too angry but finally the paramedic nodded and started to help Chim guide Buck down the stairs.

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Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and looks at him very intently. “I’m going to suggest something, and if you have any doubts at all, I want you to tell me no. Okay?”

“Uh, okay?” What sort of suggestions and what could Buck possibly doubt?

Tommy glances at the vacated seat across from them and in the direction of the bathrooms before looking back to Buck. He looks so cautious and careful. Like the night they first kissed. “If you wanted to, if you’re open to it, we could… make him an offer.” 

Buck blinks. “An offer?”

“To spend the night with us.” 

To— oh god. Any god. Every god. All the gods. “Like— you mean. Y-you mean?”

“Doesn’t have to be like that,” Tommy shakes his head. “It could be. But not if you’d worry about being left out or about you and me or how I feel about you. Okay? I wouldn’t want you to feel insecure or jealous. You’re important to me and I don’t want you to doubt that. I just— I think having him there, however we have him with us, might make you feel better. Might make him feel better, too.” 

It might. It might make Buck feel better. It probably would. Yeah. Definitely. Because the idea of Eddie going home alone tonight to an empty house— because Buck knows Chris is staying with one of his friends tonight— the idea of Eddie being alone with too many tormented, angry, wound up thoughts, Buck absolutely hates that. 

They could invite Eddie back with them. 

They could invite Eddie back with them.

Except— “Eddie’s not— I-I mean. Eddie is— he’s straight.” 

Tommy snorts a laugh and smiles at Buck like Buck is somehow being dumb. “Eddie’s not straight.”

Buck does nothing but turn into a human turning signal, blinking, blinking, endlessly blinking. “Uh, yeah he is?” It doesn’t sound sure. It should because— “Did he tell you something? Did he come out to you? Did something happen? Why would he tell you and not me?”

Tommy’s eyes widen slightly and he does that calming rubbing thing on Buck’s thigh again. “Baby, he didn’t say anything to me. He didn’t have to. And maybe I’m wrong? But I really doubt it.”

“But,” Buck says and it can’t be true. It’s not true. Buck knows Eddie. If Buck knows nothing else, he knows Eddie. “He had a wife. And two girlfriends. Nothing else.”

Tommy raises his eyebrow and gives him a strange look. “And you’d only ever been with women before I kissed you. How is it different?”

Because. It is? Eddie isn’t— he can’t be. 

Could he be?

Is Eddie into men? Could that be something that’s been missing for him, too? Could someone kiss him and turn his whole world into technicolor Land of Oz because he’s never considered his feelings might be legit attraction to men? Maybe he has all sorts of feelings but has never been able to fully understand what they are and what they mean? Maybe it is something Eddie needs, too? 

Is Eddie into men? Is he into men? Is he? 

Eddie returns and sits down across from them and looks like there are drops of water, probably cool water, on his face and neck. He picks up his phone that he’d left lying on the table and doesn’t even look up to acknowledge them. 

He hasn’t actually looked at them all night. Not for more than a split second, accidental glancing at the sun sort of thing. 

Holy shit. Maybe that’s the thing. Maybe Eddie is into men and didn’t know it before because why wouldn’t he be into Tommy?

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is this a new wip? yeah, shut up about it. I went to see my friend's show on Friday and then I tipsy texted @acountrygirlsfun about this idea in a series of unhinged texts. So here's a little snippet from my new buddie wip where Buck and Eddie go to a country show.

The working title for this fic is cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other because Orville Peck just dropped a version of the song with Willie Nelson and I'm a weak, weak person.

“Hey man,” Eddie jogged over to where Buck was rolling on the hoses, grabbing one end to help. Buck grinned at him, ignoring the way Eddie’s arms bulged as he rolled.  “You just saw me like 10 ten minutes ago, why are you saying hi again,” Buck asked instead of standing there ogling his best friend. Buck really loved being bisexual, he loved how it felt like a piece of himself finally slid into place when he figured it out, he didn’t love how now he noticed every hot dude, including but limited to Eddie fucking Diaz. “I - you know what I don’t actually know,” Eddie said with a laugh. “Are you free Saturday? A friend, well, a guy I know from high school is playing a show in WeHo.” “Do you need me to watch Chris?” Buck asked, trying really hard to not sound bitter because he isn't. He’d gladly hang out with Chris. “No, no, he’s got a sleepover. I wanted you to come with me. Sophia heard about the show and bought me tickets without telling me,” Eddie huffed out another laugh.  “Y-yeah I’m free. I can pick you up?” “We can grab an Uber from my place. He doesn’t go on until 10, but we could go early and check out some of the other acts?” “Sounds good,” Buck ducked his head so Eddie wouldn’t see him blush. He bit his tongue to hold back the second half of his sentence - the part of him that wanted to say ‘it’s a date’.

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