#“BUDDY” anon

[forsaken-huntershunted]

> Buddy nods eagerly, pulling out a tiny pouch; and then a few bouquets out of it; disproportionately large compared to the laughably small bag.

C0M1NG R1GHT UP!!:D

- BUDDY

-> the three all accept their respective bouquets with varying levels of...enthusiasm. Jane and 7n7 each nod in appreciation, a wordless thank you.

"THANKS, LIL THING. MAYBE I WON'T KILL YA." (WWCD!!)

[rainscenes]

others + the buck-and-eddie thing for anon ♡

[stevenrogered]

Eddie Diaz + the Evan Buckley double take

[adhdbuck]

moustache eddie greatest hits

[epiaphany]

8x09 / 8x16

[sadgayeddie]

3x09 / 8x17

[hyruling]

number 50 for the prompts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

—

“You’re staring.”

He is. Has been, all night, and apparently finally been caught.

They’re in the kitchen, again, and Buck is watching him, flushed from the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the exertion of the game of charades that got a little too rowdy. Everyone else is in the living room, clustered around Bobby like a herd of elephants protecting their young, and when Buck got up to refill the snacks Eddie unfolded himself from the armchair and followed.

So yeah, he’s been staring. As if it’s his fault. Buck is wearing that cardigan that pulls tight across his chest and makes his eyes look stupidly blue. He’s forgone any hair product, curls bouncy and so touchable it’s been driving him crazy all night. And Bobby is in his house, something he thought he’d never get to see again. Chris is home, tucked away in his room with Denny and Mara and probably Jee, entertaining themselves away from the embarrassing adults. The world is right again, and pleasantly fuzzy from all the wine Karen’s been plying him with all night.

And Buck. He’s already mentioned the cardigan, and the hair, but Buck has been in his element tonight. Full of laughter, the spirit Eddie was worried had been broken forever repaired and thriving. He’s been fluttering around the house, refilling drinks and serving food with a bright smile that he can’t get enough of.

Buck’s glancing over at him now, hands busy with re-plating a charcuterie board. He has a soft smile just for Eddie, and it makes him a little nauseous with how painfully in love with him he is. How stupid he’s been to have wasted so much time pretending he wasn’t.

“Earth to Eddie?” Buck says, grin widening into something teasing.

“Hmm?” Eddie asks, settling against the counter behind him while Buck works at the island. He fiddles with his wineglass, nearly empty, and watches Buck cut up a block of gouda cheese. He’s pushed the sleeves of the cardigan to his elbows, forearms flexing, and Eddie can’t quite make himself look away.

“I said you’re staring,” Buck repeats with a little laugh. “Did you follow me in here just to watch, or are you gonna help?”

“I’m fine right here,” Eddie answers, delighting in Buck’s eye roll, the blush that creeps into his cheeks. “It’s a good view.”

Buck goes crimson, drops the block of cheddar he’d been about to slice. “Eddie. You can’t say that kind of shit when I have a knife in my hand.”

“Why?” Eddie teases, and the back of Buck’s neck turns red. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders how far it spreads. “Does it make you flustered, Buckley?”

He knows it does. But that certainty was hard earned, having spent weeks agonizing over living in such close quarters with Buck, telling himself all kinds of stories about why his heart raced when their hands brushed over the coffee pot, convinced Buck must not feel the same way. Until his tía had walloped him upside the head, metaphorically speaking, a few weeks in and told him to lock Buck down before it was too late.

In her own words, of course.

He suspects she had a similar conversation with Buck, given the way he’d come inside after seeing her to her car, red-faced and avoiding Eddie’s eyes. They’d stuttered and tiptoed around each other for a few days before settling back into their normal, which Eddie had finally come to realize was not most people’s normal.

“I—shut up,” Buck says, and picks up the cheese.

But now that he’s started, he can’t help himself. Fueled by three and a half glasses of wine, and the profound joy that’s bursting to spill out of his ribcage, he inches closer until his hip presses into the island right next to Buck.

Buck goes briefly rigid but recovers quickly — Eddie wouldn’t even have noticed the slip if he wasn’t watching him so closely. He keeps slicing cheese methodically, eyes fixed determinedly on his hands.

“Looking a little flushed there, bud,” Eddie says. “Too much wine?”

Buck huffs and flushes harder. “I only had two glasses. What’s that, your fourth?”

“You monitoring my drinking?” Eddie asks, and Buck chuckles.

“Only cause I know you’ll have a massive headache later,” Buck replies. “Good thing I stocked up on Excedrin last week.”

He finishes the cheese and starts in on some sausage, unwrapping it from the plastic, and Eddie can’t resist.

“Nice sausage you got there.”

Buck chokes on spit and drops the knife, turning to face Eddie at last. “Eddie. What is this?”

“What?” Eddie asks innocently. He’s too drunk to properly flirt, never flirted with a man before and is rusty nonetheless; but Buck is responding beautifully, in a way that he knows only he could tease out of him.

“You’re complimenting my sausage?”

Eddie shrugs. “It’s a nice one, that’s all. Thick, firm. I’d like to taste it—”

Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cutting him off, and his blood sings from the contact, from Buck flush against him, so close he could count his eyelashes. He barely resists the urge to lick his hand.

“Eddie,” Buck says in a low, plaintive voice that’s doing nothing to calm down his dick, which is not uninterested in the sudden lack of personal space. “You gotta—you know what you’re doing. Don’t—don’t be mean.”

And that—he knows then that they’re not on equal footing, that Buck is still operating under the illusion that Eddie’s not attainable, not already his. That the uptick in Eddie’s heated stares, his hand on Buck’s lower back while he’s cooking, the hip checks at the bathroom sink, have not communicated as clearly as he thought how much he wants this.

So Eddie nods, still silenced by Buck’s hand, and purses his lips until Buck can feel them against his palm. Buck snags it back like he’s been burned, eyes wide.

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly. He picks up Buck’s hand and presses another kiss to his knuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on Buck’s. “I do know what I’m doing.”

Buck looks lost, staring at him the way he had when Eddie appeared amongst the rubble and dust weeks ago — like he’s a ghost, like he’d never seen him before.

“A-are you sure? Because Eddie, I can’t—”

Eddie closes the scant distance between them, catches Buck’s jaw in one hand, and kisses him.

Buck doesn’t kiss him back at first, frozen in Eddie’s gentle grip — and then he’s making a soft, hurt sound and pulling Eddie closer, hands immediately snaking under his shirt to find the skin of Eddie’s back. His head spins when Buck’s tongue teases at his lips, and he tastes like wine and salt and—

“Buckaroo, what’s the hold up—oh.”

Buck rips away, putting nearly a foot of space between them, and Eddie laughs, giddy. Chim looks like the cat who got the cream when he turns around, face split into a wide grin.

“Whatcha doing gentlemen?” he asks with a snap his gum, crossing his arms and tilting his head.

Buck sputters behind him, but Eddie just shrugs and leans back until he feels Buck’s chest pressed against his back.

“Nothing really. I was just asking Buck about his sausa—”

Buck’s hand slaps over Eddie’s mouth again, pulling him tighter against his chest with the move, and Chim howls out a laugh.

“I knew it!” he cries, clapping his hands together and spinning around. “Maddie! You owe me fifty bucks!”

“Hey!” Buck calls, but it’s too late — Chim’s gone.

Eddie does lick Buck’s hand then, and Buck releases him with a squeal. Eddie turns around and chuckles at Buck’s red face, staring at him helplessly. He can’t help but lean up to press a kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking over the other with a gentle thumb.

“We’re about to be swarmed,” Eddie says. He can already hear exclamations and shrieks coming from the living room and knows they have seconds before their little bubble is shattered. “I love you, and I mean it. And I really can’t wait to try your sausage.”

Buck snorts and drops his head to press against Eddie’s forehead, eyes brimming with what look like tears. Eddie thumbs a stray one away with the hand on his cheek. “Eddie, I—I love you so much, it’s—I—”

“What have we here?”

It’s Hen that breaks them apart this time. Buck’s smiling sheepishly over Eddie’s shoulder, and when Eddie turns, he sees at least four people trying to crowd in the doorway, the rest cloistered behind them in the dining room. Buck sighs, and drops a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before beckoning them in.

“Alright. Get in here, you animals.”

Like a dam breaking their family descends, pouring into every nook and cranny, and Eddie swears his kitchen has never felt so warm.

—

prompts xo

[emziess]

No ties here. 9-1-1, S08E09

[forsaken-huntershunted]

0KI3 D0K1E!

>they reach into a palm sized pouch and pull out two large bouquets.

H3RE Y0U G0!

-BUDDY

-> Azure and 1x each take their respective bouquets.

"..Thank you." (Az)

"I'll make sure to give the kid his flowers when he gets back. Thanks." (1-4)

[rainscenes]

BUCK, EDDIE! 8.08 | Wannabes

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Buck: Hey babe, I think we need to be a little quieter at night.

Eddie: Why? We have the house to ourselves.

Buck: The neighbors came and knocked on the door and said "Hey Buck, could you guys possibly keep the noise down?"

Eddie: Did they tell you why?

Buck: They didn't have to. I never told them my name before.

Eddie: Oh... Well, I can't be held responsible for what I do while you pulverize my prostate. They better get some earplugs, I guess.

[justbuddiethings]

[insertdisc5]

hi inserty just wondering if siffrin's country has any real world inspirations. i think it would be cool if it was america or england or a real important country like that p.s. turn anonymous asks back on you coward >:)

[sadgayeddie]

I was mad that there was nothing I could do about it. It's not nothing.

for anon 🤍

[chronicowboy]

roommate chronicles entry #3746782: eddie starts taking longer showers as a step towards allowing himself joy and buck is so proud of him it makes him a little emotional but one time buck is absolutely desperate for the bathroom during one of eddie's luxurious showers but it doesn't matter because he's not going to interrupt this for anything so he's just bouncing around the house until he hears the shower turn off then he's waiting outside the bathroom and pushing past a half naked (😊) eddie the moment the door opens and when he finishes up a now fully dressed (😔) eddie is waiting for him like why didn't you just knock and buck explains that he didn't want to cut one of his special showers short and eddie goes all gooey eyed and says well next time you can just come in idm and buck does this next time and eddie starts talking to him super casually like hey don't forget to stock up on the good flour when you go to the store christopher's school is doing a bake sale next week and buck has to sprint out of there because he's rock hard and he's worrying he's developing a piss kink because he starts chugging water whenever eddie says he's hopping in the shower so he has an excuse to go in there and eddie always starts chatting to him and buck always gets worryingly dizzyingly horny but it's not about the piss and it's not even about being a shower curtain away from nake eddie it's the simple domesticity of it and buck always hurries out of there to go take care of business and feels absolutely disgusting about it crucially meanwhile eddie is having the exact same crisis and jerking himself off embarrassingly fast in the shower as soon as the bathroom door closes behind buck

[forsaken-huntershunted]

HUH. P4L T0LD ME YOU 4LL W3RE D4NGER0US BUT Y0U L00K N1CE!

D0 Y0U W4NT FL0W3RS?

- BUDDY

-> Shedletsky and someone else, was it...Jane Doe? both turn to you, their conversation falling silent.

"Flowers? Eh, to hell with it. Sure. I'll take some marigolds!" (WWCD!!)

"flowers, oh...Do you have any white petunias..?" (JN)

-> 7n7 also sees the commotion, and draws closer.

"I'll take some dandelions. If you have them." (7n7)