for my 700 follower celebration @alltoowelltmv sent the prompt "kissing their lover’s knuckle, intertwining their fingers." this was inspired by the 510 stills, and i wanted to write something based on this post of mine
or: a santa hat, mistletoe and a kiss
It’s dark when they get home from the Christmas village. Buck has come back with the Diaz boys with the promise to read Christopher a bedtime story.
Christopher had fallen asleep on the drive over, Eddie carrying him inside the dark house and settling him into bed as Buck followed.
They meet in the kitchen, the place they usually gravitate towards. Buck had pulled out their favourite beer while he waited for Eddie.
They’ve fallen into a peaceful silence, only broken by Eddie being unable to resist joking, “Are you going to take that Santa hat off now? You’ve had it on so long I’m sure it’s glued to your head.”
“I was going to take it off, but now I’m not, just for you.” Buck replies.
“You’re really going to keep that on through the movie out of spite?” Eddie asks as he moves towards the living room, although he knows the answer. When Buck puts his mind to something there’s no stopping him.
When Eddie realises Buck isn’t following he turns to him, “You coming?” He waits while Buck catches up, bites his tongue when Buck walks slowly on purpose.
“Go on then, Eds, what are you waiting for?” Buck teases, stopped in the doorway, refusing to move.
“No, you go.”
They’ve reached a standstill, both men refusing to move, just as stubborn as each other.
It’s the look of horror on Eddie’s face that alarms Buck as he follows his eyes towards the ceiling.
Oh no, Buck thinks. He can fix this. “Eds, we- we don’t have to. It’s just a stupid tradition, right?”
“What if I wanted to?” Eddie asks nervously.
“You- you want to? You want to kiss me?”
Eddie grabs his hand then, brings it to his mouth and kisses his knuckles, “Yeah, Evan, I want to kiss you.”
It’s a kiss that feels like coming home, like a warm blanket on a cold day. The hat hits the floor as Eddie winds his hands into Buck’s hair.
The moment is broken by a tiny voice in the distance. Christopher is awake.
“Buck, can you come read to me?” he calls.
Buck pulls away from Eddie, reaches down to grab his hat, “Here, it’ll look better on you anyway.” he says, pulling the hat onto Eddie’s head.
He’s laughing as he walks away, “It suits you, Eds. Come on, Chris needs us.”
Eddie follows him, and always will.
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unspoken (sometimes love is)
buddie (1.4k) (read it on ao3)
once again, based on my own text post. i have no self control.
“Thank you,” Michael says, voice shaking. “Thank you for protecting him.”
They’re standing in front of the still-smoldering hospital, nearly twelve hours after the initial explosion. Hen is checking David for smoke inhalation, and Buck’s helping with crowd control, so for the moment, it’s only the two of them.
“Just doing our job,” Eddie replies, running a hand through his sooty hair.
Michael shakes his head. “You didn’t just get him out. You kept him safe so he could keep his patient alive. He would have stayed, even if you weren’t there. So I’m damn glad you were.”
Eddie ducks his head and nods. “Me too,” he says simply.
Michael looks towards the ambulance, and Eddie follows his gaze, watching as Hen presses an oxygen mask to David’s face. His eyes wander further, over to Buck, who’s now helping Ravi stow tools back in the truck.
“It’s just… he’s my person, you know?” Michael says.
Buck looks up, locks eyes with Eddie, and grins.
“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles, distracted.
“I’m going to ask him to marry me,” Michael confesses.
Eddie’s thoughts grind to a halt, and he wrenches his gaze away from Buck to look Michael in the eye. “That’s-- wow, congratulations. I’m happy for you,” he says.
“And unlike some people we know,” he continues, “David and I are going to have an actual wedding.”
“How can you be so sure?” Eddie asks before he can stop himself.
Michael looks at him knowingly. “We don’t always get it right the first time around. David, though... he makes being sure easy.”
“He’s your person,” Eddie says softly.
“He is,” Michael agrees.
There was a question Michael hadn’t asked, but that Eddie had heard anyway.
He’s your person.
He is. Who’s yours?
Michael hadn’t asked, but in the confines of his own head, Eddie had answered.
And Eddie… Eddie doesn’t know what that means. It’s not-- your person doesn’t have to be your partner, right? Except Buck is his partner, in every sense of the word but one. So Buck’s his person. It doesn’t have to mean… that.
Eddie drops his head to his hands and stares at the locker room floor. He turns the idea over in his head.
His person. Buck.
Michael said David made him feel sure. And that’s Buck, isn’t it? If there’s ever been someone he can count on, someone he’s sure of, it’s Buck. So maybe their relationship isn’t the same as Michael and David’s-- Buck’s still his person.
It’s a good thing, Eddie decides.
Buck shows up on his doorstep with red-rimmed eyes and a six-pack. Eddie doesn’t have to ask why.
“Are you okay?” he asks instead, gently.
Buck smiles bitterly, a painful imitation of his typical megawatt grin. “I’m-- it was the right thing to do,” he says.
“Still hurts,” Eddie says. “I know.”
He takes the beer from Buck and places it on the table, then pulls him in for a hug. Buck presses his face into Eddie’s neck and closes his arms around his waist. It’s been a long time, Eddie realizes, since they’ve done this. Since before the shooting, at least. He’s missed it.
“It’s not even her,” Buck mumbles, pulling away. He crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t-- she and I were never going anywhere. I just thought…”
“I know,” Eddie says again, and he does. He gets it. It’s not about Taylor, it’s about what she’d represented. The idea of her.
They don’t talk much after that, just sit on the couch, pressed together from shoulder to knee. There’s a football game on TV, but Eddie’s pretty sure neither of them is watching it. It keeps the silence away, though, and for that Eddie’s grateful. There’s so much they haven’t talked about, and sometimes, Eddie thinks the oppressive silence of it all will eat him alive.
Michael and David announce their engagement on Christmas.
“I’m happy for you guys,” Eddie says to David, throat tight. They’ve never really spoken before, but Bobby’s pulled a binder out from who knows where, and he, Michael and Buck are pouring through it with intense focus.
“Thank you,” David says, smiling softly.
“Good luck with that, though,” Eddie jokes, gesturing. Bobby and Michael now seem to be debating the merits of two cloth napkin samples, and genuinely, where had they even found those? Buck grins widely as he follows their rapid-fire conversation. It’s the happiest he’s seemed in months.
“I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to have this,” David says after a moment. “I always told myself I was too busy, had too much on my plate to even think about dating. Really, though, I think I was waiting for him. He’s my person. So if this makes him happy...” He shrugs. “It makes me happy, too.”
“You know,” Eddie says, “Michael said the same thing about you, once. That you’re his person.”
David ducks his head and smiles. It reminds Eddie a little of Buck.
It hits him all at once on New Year’s Eve.
Buck’s laughing, smile wide and carefree, just like it has been since Maddie, Chim and Jee finally came back.
He’s beautiful, and as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, Eddie thinks he’d like to kiss him. Buck. His person.
“Buck’s my person,” Eddie blurts, standing on Michael’s doorstep.
Michael’s eyes widen. “Why don’t you come in,” he says, stepping back.
The table is set for two, complete with half-drunk glasses of red wine. David’s standing by the stove, stir-frying something that smells suspiciously like one of Bobby’s recipes.
“Shit, I’m sorry, you’re busy. I shouldn’t have--”
Michael holds up his hands placatingly. “It’s just dinner, Eddie, it’s fine. Come on, take a seat. David always makes too much anyway.”
David chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s called leftovers, dear.”
“You could feed a fire station with that wok. I would know.”
David rolls his eyes. “Get the man a glass of wine,” he says, gesturing at Eddie.
“Alright, alright,” Michael laughs. He pulls a glass from the cabinet and sets Eddie up with a hefty pour. “So, what’s on your mind?”
Part of Eddie wants to run and hide at the idea of flaying himself open like this, but the rest of him has been agonizing over Buck since New Year’s and wants, needs--
Eddie knows what it all means. He’s even reasonably sure that Buck feels the same way. Maybe he just needs someone to tell him it’s okay.
He tells them everything.
The shift is-- it’s bad. Really bad. Like Eddie-could’ve-died-and-the-only-reason-he-didn’t-was-Buck bad.
He’s exhausted, and Buck is fuming and he just wants to go home but--
It’s Buck. Of course it’s Buck. It’s always Buck.
“I can’t keep doing this,” he says, and to Eddie’s horror, he sees tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. He drops his bag and steps forward, holding out his hand, just shy of actually touching Buck.
“Doing what?” he asks, even though he already knows.
Buck laughs bitterly. “I can’t keep almost losing you, and then pretending like nothing ever happened.”
“Eddie, you almost died! You-- you got shot, and buried alive, and people have pointed guns at us and tonight--”
“I’m sorry,” Eddie whispers.
Buck’s face crumples. “You’re-- fuck. I don’t-- just, dammit Eddie, talk to me! Tell me you were scared, too. Tell me you don’t want to die, tell me--”
Eddie lunges forward and kisses him. All of the things he hasn’t said yet -- he knows he’ll have to. But for now, he pours them into the kiss.
“I don’t want to die,” he murmurs against Buck’s lips. “I was terrified, but you make me brave, Evan.”
“Eddie,” Buck says, wrecked. “You--”
“I’m sorry we haven’t talked about it.” Eddie rests his forehead against Buck’s.
“Can we?” Buck asks, fisting his hands in Eddie’s shirt, like he’s afraid he’ll run away.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. He presses a brief, gentle kiss against Buck’s lips. “Yeah, let’s talk about it.”
“You’re my person, you know?” Eddie says.
They’re standing in the kitchen, slowly cleaning up the remnants of dinner.
Buck looks up at him and smiles. “What does that mean?” he asks.
“It means,” Eddie says slowly, pulling him away from the counter and into a loose embrace, “that you’re who I always want to be around. The person I want to talk to, the person I want to be happy with, and sad with. The person I want to wake up with every day for the rest of my life. It means that you make it easy to be sure.”
Buck kisses him softly and grins. “Is that a proposal, Diaz?” he teases.
“When I propose to you,” Eddie says, smiling, “you won’t have to ask.”
He kisses Buck again, just because he can.
“Hey, Eddie?” Buck says. “You’re my person, too.”
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