my love, might i request 12. ‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ 🥺🍄 👑
“Eddie, save yourself. Go home,” Buck urges, but it comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
It immediately sends him into a coughing fit, the air rattling painfully in his chest as he hacks into a fist. He grimaces, throat feeling raw like sandpaper was dragged over it.
The bed dips as Eddie sits on the edge, a sympathetic frown on his face as he smoothes Buck’s curls back from where they’ve stuck to his sweaty forehead. Despite his warning, Buck can’t help the way his body naturally moves towards Eddie, curling around him and seeking the comfort of his warmth.
“I’m not gonna leave you like this, babe.” Eddie keeps pushing his fingers through Buck’s curls. They’re probably sweaty and gross — Buck can’t remember the last time he showered, but it feels nice and he finds himself relaxing into the gentle scratch of Eddie’s nails over his scalp.
Sniffling, Buck grimaces when he feels a glob of mucus slide down the back of his throat. His already queasy stomach flips and Buck waits with bated breath to see if he’s going to have to throw the covers off and rush for the bathroom. But his stomach settles again, leaving him sagging back against his pillows.
“But I don’t want you to get sick too.” Buck turns his head, looking up at Eddie and dislodging his hand from Buck’s hair. He mourns the loss of contact, but tries not to let it show.
There’s an ache deep in his bones that has left him feeling exhausted down to his core. He feels gross and miserable — skin covered in layers of fresh and stale sweat. His fever broke during the night, but he can still feel the tacky marks of fever-induced tears drying on his cheeks and in the corner of his eyes, the saltiness clinging to his lashes. The last thing he wants is to be left alone, something in his chest feeling hollow — an echo chamber for the creeping loneliness and vulnerability he always feels when he’s sick. But he wants Eddie to get sick even less than he wants to be alone. Buck would hate himself if he was the reason Eddie felt even a fraction of how awful he feels now.
“Pretty sure I was the one that got you sick,” Eddie murmurs, resuming his gentle petting over Buck’s hair. “Remember? Chris came home with that bug from school— had me in bed for two days.”
Buck hums a noncommittal response, pulling away from Eddie when it triggers another coughing fit. Eddie holds him through it, a big hand curled around Buck’s ribs to keep him from folding in too far on himself and disappearing. When the coughing subsides it leaves Buck feeling completely drained, even more exhausted than before which seems impossible.
“Well, if it’s your fault—” Buck doesn’t miss the way Eddie flinches at that and he rushes to try and erase the worried crease from between Eddie’s brows. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
“How is that?”
“Come cuddle, I’m cold.” Buck tiredly pats at the empty expanse of bed next to him, waggling his eyebrows to try and draw a smile from his boyfriend.
Eddie takes a moment, looking like he’s actually deliberating about what to do. For a split second Buck worries Eddie is actually going to say no, his sick brain irrational and panicked. But Eddie turns to Buck, face breaking into that sun warm smile of his.
“I guess I could do that for you,” Eddie sighs, sounding put upon. But he’s already shuffling out of his shirt, his shoes getting kicked off and closely followed by his socks and jeans.
When he crawls under the covers, Buck greedily chases after all the warm skin, tucking his hands against Eddie’s chest. Eddie flinches at the chilly touch but quickly engulfs Buck in his arms.
“Jesus, Buck — you’re freezing.”
Shoving his cold nose into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck hums, “Yeah, and you’re so warm.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” Buck can feel the rumble of Eddie’s voice more than he hears it with the way he’s wrapped up in him. “You just want me around to be your personal furnace,” Eddie says with mock offense.
“You’re a great furnace. But, I guess I’m pretty fond of you as a person.”
Eddie’s arms tighten around him. “You could say I’m fond of you too.”
Buck smiles, craning his neck to look at Eddie. “Even when I’m all sick and gross?”
“Even when you’re all sick and gross,” Eddie says easily, pressing a kiss to the crown of Buck’s head.
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I hope this isn’t weird but thought it’d be funny to tell you: I was talking with a coworker and he wanted to help me with my task and I told him “no thank you that’s okay” like 3 times but he just kept going and on his third try I literally in my head thought to myself in Moon’s voice “persistent little thing. Didn’t anybody ever teach you that no means no??” And then I realized my DCA brainrot is still going strong lmaoooo
LMFAOOOO PLEASEEE that's hilarious!!!!!!!! the dca brainrot is so powerful fr im giggling. glad i was able to write a line that was so memorable for you LOL u should have said it directly to ur coworker and see if it made him go away /hj LSKDFLKSDF
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