thebookworm17
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Something is… wrong. With Eddie. And he thinks it’s Buck’s fault.
Maybe that’s unfair. But Buck does seem to be the common denominator. Consistently present at the scene of the crime if you will. The scene being Eddie’s brain and the crime being… well…
“Is it just me or have we been getting way more sex call-outs than normal?” He says, focusing on keeping his voice even, cutting straight to what he sees as the crux of the issue.
(Or: As LA battles a heatwave Eddie keeps being confronted with far too much information about Buck’s sex life and it’s wreaking havoc on his sanity)
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LA sees its first major thunderstorm since the one that killed Buck.
Buck isn’t fazed. Eddie on the other hand… well, it brings out a very specific side of him.
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“You’ve been running,” Buck observes.
Buck doesn't stand so Eddie collapses next to him.
“Without me.”
He manages to sound both offended and worried.
“Without music,” Buck adds, alarmed now.
Eddie sighs.
“I’m fine, Buck.”
“You know who runs without music? People plotting elaborate revenge plans, people in film montages, people who are psychopaths, and people who are not fine.”
(Or: the universe gives Eddie a cat and he learns to accept joy into his life again)
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here all by myself (with these feathers in my hand) by thebookworm17
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
09 Jun 2024
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After six months of trying to get him back the Winchesters have had to call it; Cas is gone for good this time. But then Dean starts to see Cas all over the place, in the bunker, during hunts, in his car. Dean thinks he’s finally lost his mind, but the spector wearing Cas’s face isn’t convinced by Dean’s assertions that he’s the hallucination of one seriously messed up psyche.
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“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
Or: Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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Above him, Eddie makes a sleepy sound, tightening his arms around Buck’s chest. “Buck?” he mumbles. “You up?”
Buck lets out a long breath, settling gratefully into Eddie’s hold. “Yeah,” he says quietly.
There must be something in his voice, because Eddie frowns down at him, lifting a hand to stroke over his cheekbone. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Buck says, and actually means it. He presses his face to Eddie’s sternum, feels his pulse against his skin, and breathes. “Nothing. I just—I had a dream that you were mad at me.”
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buck and eddie are finally together, and everything is perfect. except, well—buck’s been having dreams.
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He plops down on the couch again, sets his elbows on his knees, and looks Eddie in the eye. “Okay. Soooo,” he says. “You’re asking me to marry you.”
“Yes,” Eddie says.
“On a Wednesday,” Buck says.
“Yep.”
“As a friend.”
Eddie’s nose scrunches. “Ye-ep. Just about covers it.”
“Why?”
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or: eddie and buck embark on the most platonic journey of all: marriage!
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“Hey, Diaz? Take it from someone who’s been there — it’s not as scary as you think it’ll be.”
Eddie frowns. He glances at Buck, as if Buck has any idea what Tommy is talking about. “What’s not?”
“I like to think I’m uniquely positioned to say it’s worth it.”
Or, Buck is not in love with his best friend, and Eddie is super straight. For sure. Definitely.
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It’s almost like — like Buck’s holding a possible thing in his hands, fragile and fledgling, born too early. It’s not the first time he’s felt this way, with Eddie. It’s happened before, mostly in kitchens.
“Did that guy tell you the name of the suite he put us in?”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts. There, Buck supposes, is his answer.
“Yeah. Honeymooners, huh? Should we tell him about our disaster of a trip?”
His stomach lurches. God. Eddie’s taking this in stride; Buck should be thankful for it. Instead, he’s afraid he’ll be sick all over their shoes.
or: a pining buck has to navigate the Emotional Saw Trap that is the road trip back from new mexico. eddie, quite literally, comes along for the ride.