Chim stops wiping the coffee table with the washcloth and straightens up. “What is it?”
“It’s Chris…” Buck doesn’t look at either of them. He walks over to the couch and sits down, his gaze transfixed in front of him. “He was so sleepy and I was tucking him into bed when he… he called me the D-word.”
Chimney chuckles at that. “Dumbass?”
“No.” Buck shakes his head slowly. He raises his head and makes eye contact for the first time since he’s come out of Christopher’s room. The expression on his face is bordering on terror. Was it an even worse curse word? It couldn’t possibly have been ‘douchebag,’ not with Chris. “It was, it was dad.”
“Huh,” Eddie says.
“Mmmmm.” Chim follows.
“Aaaah…” Buck sounds like he’s on the verge of a panic attack. Eddie should know.
Right, this conversation is off to a great start.
This was in my drafts for IDEK how long. I kept meaning to say thank you for the kindness, but I kept getting too emotional. But if you see this, I hope you know I’m ALWAYS grateful for every bit of kindness, and always amazed when anyone notices my fics, bothers to read them or remembers them, let alone recommends them to others! Thank you so much! I just… can’t explain how much this means to me. Just know that, to paraphrase Jane Austen, if it didn’t move me so much, I would have managed to find the words to thank you for this far sooner. Thank you again, hon! xoxox
Confusion makes his eyebrows scrunch, and he looks around one more time. There is a slim chance that he missed him heading out as he came in. Eddie had gone right to the center of the building where the bar is, and it isn’t impossible that Buck had been coming from the slide and slipped right past him without them ever seeing each other.
But Eddie doesn’t feel like that’s what happened. Eddie feels like something is wrong.
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When Buck doesn’t come home after a bad shift, Eddie goes looking for him out of worry. What he finds is worse than he imagined.
This fic goes out to @herodiaz happy belated birthday!
From El Paso, Texas, Eddie Diaz is the youngest student at Crenshaw High, LA. Shy and a complete nerd he sees his whole world turn upside down when he meets Evan “Buck” Buckley, the best Quarterback the school has ever had. Popular, carefree, and dangerously seductive, Buck can’t help but notice the new student, especially how handsome and hot he is, and how Buck wants nothing more than to press him against the wall and kiss him. The problem is that Eddie refuses to accept that he’s attracted to the Quarterback.
5 times Buck spoke of love first and 1 time Eddie outstripped him
Chapter Two
Hey, tumblrverse! This is my first fanfic in a while. Because Buddie! Can’t wait for season 4!
Mature, mostly fluffy, with a tad of angst here and there, boys being boys, you get it.
Hope you enjoy!
Unbeta’ed, all typos are my own.
Nothing can make the two a team better than an apartment cleaning race two days prior to the kid getting back home from the summer camp.
And in the end of a long bone-deep exhausting day - because fire fighting is a beach walk comparing to removing two weeks of no-kids-only-two-grown-ups-having-great-time in one day - everybody knows that in the end of the day like that nothing can alienate those great-timers faster then TV remote missing, thanks to the chaotic nature of aforementioned cleaning race.
“Eddie, I swear I put it right here!”
Eddie snapping wasn’t exactly a new experience for Buck. It’s just he failed to figure out what was wrong. Or how he could fix it. Or whether it was within his skill set to fix it or not. Which wasn’t a new experience for him either. That bothered Buck a lot - him having such a hard time trying to decode why Eddie suddenly became all distracted and broody.
It happened again. Right after they made the hungry run for bakery this morning and ran into two-moms, two-girls family from the apartment next to Eddie’s.
Cleaning race took some tension away, even got them engaged in some sort of play, cushions-meet-soccer sort of play. Lovely one and a half minute, they were. Now the tension was back, big time.
“It’s just a TV.”
“No, it’s not. It’s an escape and I need it now.”
“Why?”
“Because my son isn’t here and you go home and I need the escape to last the night. And the day after that.”
“Hey, I can stay the night. And the day after that. Like I did yesterday. And the day before. And the day be-“
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’ve been reckless. Because if someone tells Christopher you spent two weeks here he might think… he’s going to hope…”
“For what? For what, Eddie?”
“For a family, Buck. He’s going to hope for having a family, and he won’t get it. He can’t. That’s why you should go home, and I should dig out that bloody remote from wherever it hiding and get some me-time already.”
“Why?”
“Because I need some space once in a while, right?”
“No, why Christopher can’t have a family?”
“Oh, for real? For real, Buck? Now? Okay. Okay. We can not have it with you, right? And if we can not have it with you we won’t have it at all. Here. Take it.”
“Wrong. Bullshit. Great.”
“You- you don’t make any sense, Buck, you know?”
“Great. I’m in love with a person talking bullshit.”
“Huh. Yeah?”
“Yep. Right there. Talking bullshit and bitching over remote missing. Hiding. Whatever.”
“And?”
“And I would gladly stay the night if you let me. And maybe the day after that.”
“Fuck Netflix, then.”
“Fuck Netflix.”
“Let’s have some us-time already.”
“Good point.” Buck said starting after Eddie toward his bedroom. “By the way, communication is a thing, sweetheart. Maybe keep it in mind next time you decide to put me through a silent treatment day?”
“Fuck you, Buck.”
“So I guess I heard that right, huh? That hopeful and quite desperate “ar” in your “us-time”?”
Good thing Buck had the reflexes of a firefighter: he ducked right in time and the cushion collided with the wall instead of his head.
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Spoiler: Christopher is going to have a family the day he’s back from his summer camp.
5 times Buck spoke of love first and 1 time Eddie outstripped him
Chapter One
… mid-Pride Month 2020 …
Maybe it was the summer heat to be blamed. Maybe it was the sweetness of June nights filled with careless chatting and warm smiles and teasing and casual touching over a game or late dinner.
Maybe Evan surprised himself when he put the beer can down at the table, met Eddie’s soft gaze and said “I… I think I love you.”
“Okay. I love you too.”
“No, I mean… What?”
“I love you too, Buck.”
“You… what? You… Eddie, you mean like love-love me?”
At that Eddie smiled like only Eddie Diaz can smile upon hearing something he truly liked.
“We’ll get there, Buck.“ Eddie said right before he leaned closer and kissed Evan. Like no one ever - ever-ever! - kissed Evan Buckley before. “How about this for a start?”
Remember that you can leave +18 drawings request in the question box. Now I’m not drawing because I have to study for the first anatomy test (wish me luck!) and the other week I’m going to see louis! how cool is that?! Anyways,, sometimes I go to see what y'all leave me there and I get inspired to make those drawings. Definitely after finishing the commissions that I still have to deliver, I’m going to take a look at those requests!
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Summary: Two years after a biological weapon unleashed havoc across the world, Eddie Diaz finally sets foot back on US soil. He has one goal in mind - to make his way from the east coast to Texas, where he hopes to find his son and his family. But when he fixes up an old radio and a voice asks for help, he finds himself journeying across the country and getting more than he bargained for.
