immortal!Maddie au (because suffer with me)
"You have to help me,"
"Maddie I can't-" "Evan please, you're the only one."
"You can't make me do this to them; this is going to wreck him." "I know, Evan. I'm sorry for putting this burden on you, but you're the only one who can help me."
"Are you really just going to disappear?" "There's nothing else I can do. How long is Chim going to believe that I just 'age well'? Buck, I haven't gotten a single gray hair and I'm nearing 75- even you look older than I do at this point. This can't go on any longer."
"What am I supposed to tell Jee? How is she supposed to grow up without you?" "Evan, she's grown up. She's graduating college soon, she'll be fine. She'll have to be."
"We knew this growing up, Evan. This was bound to happen." "So you're just going to leave me again?"
"I have to go." "Maddie, how am I supposed to deal without you? You've always been there for me, you've always-"
"You'll be fine, Evan. You have your own family- you have Eddie, you have Christopher, and I know that all of you will move on just fine." "Move on- Maddie are you kidding me?"
"What do you want me to say, Evan? We knew this day was coming; it was inevitable."
"It might be inevitable, but it doesn't mean I hate it any less." "I know, I'm sorry."
"Fine, I'll help you fake your death just, please- Maddie, let me know you're still there"
"I'll do my best baby brother."
((haha sorry not sorry)
This one is actually just in editing phase - but it has been for like 4 months and needs some serious work!
“Look who has a new shirt!”
Taylor hears Buck’s amusement through the closed door of the bathroom barely three seconds after there’s a knock coming from the front. Did Buck actually answer it, or did Eddie open it himself?
“Dad took us shopping today; I got new shoes!”
“Those are awesome shoes, bud.”
She hears the shuffling of bodies into a hug, and okay, maybe it softens her ovaries just a little, but she hardly thinks she and Buck are ready for that conversation.
“And this is for you-” Eddie’s voice carries against the tile where she’s trapped by them on the other side, “us; dinner,” he finishes with a blush she can’t see but can certainly feel.
They all move away, and she wraps her hand around the doorknob just as she hears Eddie ask after her.
“I’m here,” she says with a smile wider than necessary, “hair emergency. Hi Eddie, hi Chris-stopher,” she stumbles over his name and rolls her eyes at herself, but Buck wraps an arm around her before she can completely hide behind her shame.
“Is that wine?” she asks, “I’ll pour us some.”
“There’s fruit punch in the fridge for Chris,” Buck says, “put it in a fancy glass.”
She takes a deep breath. Why does this feel worse than she imagines meeting Buck’s parents would be? Why does it feel worse than meeting Maddie? She’s already met both Eddie and Christopher; spent time with the former. And yet, she is nervous, frazzled even as she watches them cross into the living room and fall into the cushions of the couch like there were nametags placed blatantly for them all to see.
She tries to calm her nerves with a drink from her glass before bringing out the silver tray full of more and setting it on the table. Buck reaches for the fruit punch first and hands it to Christopher, who giggles when both he and Eddie let him clink the wine glass with theirs.
She takes another sip, this time letting herself taste it as she settles into the chair next to them, “wow, this is an outstanding wine.”
“It’s Buck’s favorite,” Eddie says, and he sounds… smug?
“Really? I didn’t know that. I’ve only ever seen you drink that cheap stuff from Trader Joe’s.”
“They only sell it at the market by Eddie’s, so he usually gets me a bottle or two when we hang out, but I’ve gone through it.”
“There’s three more down in my truck,” Eddie says, leaning over Christopher to get closer to him, “I just didn’t want to look like a lush coming up here,” he winks, and Buck laughs, and..blushes?
“Can I have some more juice?” CHristopher asks, waving his glass in the air.
“I can get it,” Taylor offers, getting up.
“Why don’t we wait until dinner. It’s almost ready.” Buck stands, setting the glass down in rhythm to Taylor settling back in the chair, and goes to the kitchen.
“So, how’s the news?” Eddie asks.
“Current. How’s firefighting?”
She laughs despite herself.
“We do current events at school, and we watched a video of you talking about the whale that got beached.”
“Oh wow, that’s really cool.”
“Shit!” Buck yelps from the kitchen.
“You okay?” Eddie calls; why didn’t she ask that first?
“Yea. Oven mit slipped’ I’m fine.”
Eddie gets up and takes the first aid kit down from the farthest left cupboard; Taylor didn’t even know it was there. She watches Eddie gently guide Buck’s hand to the sink and run warm water over it, even checking the temperature before he lets it soothe over Buck’s stinging fingers.
“Eds, it’s like a seventh-degree burn,” Buck says fondly.
“No such thing.”
“I’m perfectly fine.”
“I know,” he rubs Neosporin over the white, callused areas of Buck’s fingertips and wraps them together with gauze.
Taylor is punched in the gut at how tremendously tender of a moment she was witnessing. And it could have been the father, medic, or even just the friend in Eddie, but there’s a weight from the other side of the apartment screaming that it’s something much bigger.
“Dinner is ready,” he says, putting his bandaged hair on her shoulder, and suddenly, it feels wrong there; she feels wrong there, like an intrusion into someone else’s family.
“Are you okay, Buck?” Christopher asks as he helps him off the couch.
“Your dad patched me all up, so I’m perfect.”
Taylor almost breaks out into a sobbing laugh as she stands up, and Buck catches her in arms like she might fall.
“Are you okay?” he asks her, and the concern in his eyes is so beautiful. Buck is a beautiful man, outside and in. He is a golden treasure meant to be cherished, and all this time Taylor thought she was. She realizes, now though, that someone else does too. Probably better than she ever could.
“I’m fine,” she smiles and leans into him to find her balance as they go to the table.
She doesn’t know what to do now. What’s the next move when you find out someone else is in love with your boyfriend?
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