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LOVING YOU THE WAY I DO
[3k | pining | romcom]
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a/n: my fic for the lovely @ronordmann 's reverse prompt challenge <3 title from where you lead by carole king, cause well, it's very fitting. this is also like crack spec for 6x04, and after my 5x13 "not spec" fic i have learned to never say never 😅 enjoy <3
Buck wouldn’t say it’s a quiet shift, obviously, but they had cleaned every surface, tool, dish, and towel. Every item had been restocked and inventoried. And there were still four hours on the clock.
He picks up on a muffled conversation, a voice that is distantly familiar but he can’t quite place, but hears his name. He perks up upon hearing the footfalls on the stairs, mostly out of curiosity and confusion.
There is an element of surprise when Jamie is standing in front of him, looking a bit nervous. It takes a moment for everything to completely register, because he knew someone was coming up the stairs to see him, but he would have never guessed it would have been a roommate from his past life.
Every head swivels between him and Jamie before he can hop up.
And it’s awkward for a second, cause they never really hugged before but a handshake feels too formal, so buck opts for a quick side hug.
Eddie already has skepticism written all over his face.
“Okay, everyone, this is my old roommate Jamie! Jamie this is- everyone! Hen, Chimney, Bobby, Lucy, and Eddie,and I think you met Ravi downstairs.” They each nod or wave and smile.
“Oh my god faces for all the stories! Did you really have rebar through your head?” Jamie clearly asks Chimney to which he nods. “but you two, you guys are new, I would have remembered-“
“Buck you talked-” Chimney starts. It’s overwhelming and something is pulling at Buck’s consciousness.
“Okay, okay- that’s enough.” Buck pipes up nervously dragging Jamie away from everyone.
When they are down the stairs Buck takes a breath,
“Everyone’s okay right? No ones dead or dying?”
“Yeah, yeah everyone is fine. I just have a favor to ask? And I know it’s been literal years, and you can say no cause I know you’re busy, but, you always said-”
“Anything. And I meant it.” Buck nods, his arms are crossed loosely.
“Okay, you can totally say no or whatever, but I kinda sorta need a boyfriend for my high school reunion?”
Buck stills for a moment, processing the request and thinking back through the catalog of his memories of Jamie.
“Uh yeah, first off a lot happened after you left I guess. Went to therapy, figured out I was repressed, and uh, well- my boyfriend of two years broke up with me 2 weeks before my High School reunion in a small town where the biggest news is that I’m gay so-”
Just then Eddie leans over the railing slightly with a quirked brow, and Buck just looks back up at him and smiles.
“-whatever you do, don't come out on Facebook I guess.” The last bit of his sentence slows as he watches the interaction between them. “Oh shit, I’m really sorry, I would never have asked if I knew you were taken,” Jamie rushes.
“I- what? I am actually actively choosing to be single right now?” he doesn't really mean it to come out as a question, “Eddie and I are- uh- just friends,” He swallows trying his hardest not to look back up at the loft where he knows Eddie is pretending to read something on his phone, waiting to jump into action if he hears anything that indicates a disturbance of the peace. friends that have a kid together a voice says that suspiciously sounds like Maddie. “Yeah, just friends.”
“Really trying to convince yourself there huh Buck.”
Buck waves it off and claps his hands together, “So a high school reunion huh?”
“Yeah, it’s next weekend and I’ll text you the details?”
“Sounds good, my number’s the same,” Buck smiles and Jamie leaves.
He makes his way back upstairs and flops back down in his spot next to Eddie.
“What was that all about?” Eddie asks without looking up.
“He needs a date for his High school reunion.”
That gets everyone’s attention.
“A fake date.” he quickly clarifies but no one goes back to what they were doing. “Why is everyone so shocked, he’s my friend and needs help”
“It’s just it’s been awhile since you lived with him, and you just agreed just like that?” Hen asks Buck shrugs and the silence blankets over them again.
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It’s a week and a half later and he’s pulling up to his old house, it has a fresh coat of paint and the front yard is more than just dead grass. And Jamie is standing on the porch before swinging into the Jeep.
“Oh man, glad you still have this old thing,” Jamie taps the dashboard lightly and Buck smiles before pulling away from the curb.
They hit the usual traffic that comes with trying to get anywhere near lax, buck adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, “So what’s our story? Do i have to be entirely different person or-“
“No, no one met Sam, and he wasn’t out so we never-“ Jamie stops and swallows, “so you can just be you. But maybe we ran into each other while you were working, reconnected, and then started dating like 4 months ago?”
Something passes across Buck's face before he nods.
“And basically everything with me is the same, I did stop bartending and got a job at a marketing firm though. But I want to know about you, I feel like something changed with you.”
So Buck gave him the rundown of the last 5 years, from Abby leaving to the science project that he and Chris worked on last week that he got an A on. Promising to show off pictures of Jee once they were at their gate.
“And you’re sure you’re just friends with this Eddie guy?”
“I never said there aren’t feelings there Jamie, just said we are friends.”
“Ohhhh, so have you told him?”
And Buck just turns to Jamie like he grew another head.
“Did you miss the part where there’s a kid, who is arguably one of my closest friends, who’s lost a parent already involved in all this? If something were to go wrong with us, I could never forgive myself.”
“But what if it goes right?”
and Buck sighs and adjusts his grip on the steering wheel. And the quiet music becomes the only thing filling the air as they continue their journey.
—-
They arrive late and are happy to find a pair of beds in their hotel room where they easily navigated sharing a bathroom and settled in for the night.
They found a nice brunch place where they settled in ordering mimosas and omelets, sharing a plate of french toast.
“Hey, didn’t you grow up like not too far from here? Did you want to visit your parents?” Jamie asks before sipping his cup of coffee.
Buck ducks his head and scratches his neck.
“I guess I kind of glossed over that part, but they wouldn’t be too happy to see me if I'm being honest. I don't really want to see them either. I have Maddie and she’s who raised me.”
Jamie tilts his head,
“Yeah, remember the brother who died?” Jamie nods, “No one else was a match, so- and I was just always a reminder of him I guess. We tried. or I guess I tried in therapy but- yeah. No need to visit them. Or Hershey. I have everyone and everything I need in LA.”
“like Eddie and Chris?” Jamie asks with a small smile on his face.
“and Maddie and Jee. Chimney, Hen and her wife, and Bobby and Athena. I have the big family that I always wanted. But yeah, even if it was just Eddie and Chris- I think life would be pretty good.”
“Okay we’re gonna have to do something about that.”
“What?”
“The way you get when you talk about them, it’s almost overwhelming, Buck. everyone will figure it out the second you talk about them.”
Buck feels like hitting his head against the table.
Instead he takes a gulp of mimosa and tries not to groan too audibly. He realizes that this is the only person who knew him before, seeing him now without the progression over time. Who has the juxtaposition, who also knows him well enough to call him out on it.
“I know. I am capable of not talking about them, I swear.”
Jamie looks at him with a semi serious expression.
“Yes it will be hard but I can.”
Jamie laughs lightly.
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They walk around the small downtown before grabbing an early dinner with Jamie’s small group of high school friends, they tease him about being Jamie’s big strong knight in shining armor, and it feels nearly impossible to not talk about his knight and his prince.
Throughout dinner and at the reunion there’s something pulling in Buck’s chest. His hand feels wrong in Jamie's- his hands are too soft and delicate. When Buck puts his arm around him it feels wrong. And when he leans down to kiss him on the cheek it feels too far. And when someone brings up kids, and he has to bite his tongue and shoves his hands into the pockets of jeans as he nods and listens. And it might be one the most excruciating 3 hours of Buck’s personal life.
—-
When they land back at LAX and he switches his phone back on while they taxi. A rush of notifications buzz through Buck’s phone, the last one a text message resting on top of the stack
Eddie 🧯You’re on the plane. Sorry.
It rests above a few missed calls and a voicemail. All from Eddie, and Buck’s heart is in his throat. He opens the messages and he zeros in on the one that tells him everything.
We went to the beach, Chris’ request.
The other’s break his heart, and he wants to break down the door of the plane, beg to be let out that much sooner.
I think I made a mistake,
He’s asking for you.
Jamie is still next to him, but he feels a million miles away until he speaks again.
“Buck- everything okay?” Jamie asks, pulling Buck back into reality just enough.
“I- I don’t know. Something happened with Chris? I- I don’t know. I have to go, I’m really sorry but-”
“I get it dude. You need to go be Superman for your kid. I can catch a cab.” Jamie says a new look of understanding in his eyes that Buck had never seen before as he squeezes just above his elbow, he doesn't let go until they are able to move from their seat.
When they reach the jetway and Buck can maneuver past people, he takes a breath and nods at Jamie, not sure he can speak before taking off through the airport.
He knows he must be getting weird looks, Hen and Maddie have teased him relentlessly about how he runs. It’s not his fault his legs are stupidly long.
He makes it to the beach in 15 minutes, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel when he hits the red lights.
His mind feels too quiet and not running amuck with what he might find there. Just the red pin on the map, a siren calling him, drawing him closer.
He parks and begins to scan the sand for a familiar form and he finds them. Christopher pulled into his dad’s lap like he’s a kid again and not on the verge of a full blown teenager. His face tucked into his chest hiding away from the world. Eddie's nose buried in his hair.
Something settles in Buck's chest upon the sight, but something else snaps in his heart.
He approaches delicately, carefully finding a place next to Eddie and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Eddie looks up and has slightly red rimmed eyes.
“Hey,” Buck says quietly.
“You came?” Eddie’s voice is quiet and rough.
“I'll always come when you call.”
“Buck?”
“Hey buddy,” he replies, rubbing Christopher's back.
“I thought I could do it.” Christopher says unprompted, now extracted from Eddie's chest, his fingers twisting in his swim shirt. “and I know I can do it, but I got out there and something else happened and I couldn’t. And I was just back out there without you.” Chris just looks up at Buck with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip. “I think I can do it with you.”
His eyes shine.
Buck shifts a little in his spot, eyes darting to the powerful waves crashing over the sand.
“Chris, Bu-” Buck places his hand back on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes, “You sure?”
He nods slowly, eyes now fixed on the horizon.
“I’ll be right there with you too, okay?”
Buck swallows again, and finally looks back to Chris.
“Okay. Let’s do this.”
Chris beams bright as they all carefully stand looking at the beast in front of them. And each of them holding tight to one of Chris’s hands they careen toward the waves.
It's an unspoken agreement that caution is thrown to the wind. Slow and steady too nerve wracking. Adrenaline pumping through each of their veins.
Chris is the first to shriek as their feet hit the water, and they both nearly freeze but it turns into a bout of laughter that changes their entire world.
They run, swinging Chris between them, until the waves lap against Chris's knees, and they are all smiling. Each from finding their own joy in the waves and the pride of the other two.
Rarely is a word spoken while they just stand there watching the ocean, reclaiming its name of peace in their hearts as the sun sinks below the horizon.
“I'm hungry,” Chris says, breaking the silence as the last sliver of the sun is left above the ocean.
They slowly back away from the water, and something settles in Buck’s chest, he can sense that it has in Eddie and Christopher too.
They go to the pizza shop down the road with the plastic tablecloths and red plastic pebbled cups. It’s warm and cozy and none of them would change a thing.
When they arrive at home, Christopher fast asleep in the back seat after a long day. It’s unspoken as Buck scoops him into his arms and carries him to bed. He tucks him in, and his heart aches for a time when he was smaller. And it almost feels like there’s an ice pick in his chest as he closes the door behind him.
There’s already a mug of steaming tea on the table when he finally finds the kitchen.
The soft glow, the warmth, and the way Eddie has anticipated something drives the ice pick deeper, and Buck knows it shouldn’t- he doesn’t want it to.
“But what if it goes right?” echoes in his head, resounding in his soul.
Eddie just pushes the chair next to him out with his foot in silent invitation, as if the twin mug to his wasn’t enough.
A few minutes tick by, the silence heavy.
“You okay?” Eddie finally asks, setting his mug down, still holding it with both hands.
“Jamie said something to me in the airport.” He’s staring into the depths of his mug so hard he could swear he can see the particles of honey, “He told me to go be Superman for my son.” He holds his breath, waiting for Eddie to deny him that- say something, anything to the contrary. And the silence returns. And Buck waits.
But what if it goes right?”
“Buck-” and he tenses, not just to brace himself for rejection, but because the way Eddie says his name when they’re alone is always too soft.
“Hey, look at me,” Eddie says and it ‘s softer and even more delicate. He feels like he is 20 years old again as he finally tears his eyes away from the knot in the wood of Eddie’s table, that he already knows but studies anyway. “He is. Just as much as he is mine in all the ways that matter because that’s how he sees you.”
“Oh.” and the icepick twists itself out of his heart, releasing the tears being held captive.
And then Eddie is holding him. And he’s never felt more at home anywhere else.
Neither of them know how long they sit there like that, but eventually the tears stop. And Buck finally notices that Eddie has been pressing a kiss on his temple at random intervals. And he thinks about how wrong it felt to be without him, how wrong to even pretend with anyone else it felt.
“But what if it goes right?”
And then he’s smiling into Eddie’s chest. He pulls away and just studies Eddie for a moment. The slope of his nose, and the warm brown of his eyes. The little freckle under his left eye. Taking a moment to memorize Eddie’s face before he is brave enough to say it all.
“You’re kinda freaking me out here Buck,” Eddie says after a moment.
“I don't need to buy a new couch,” is what comes out. and Eddie tilts his head a little bit and smiles- it reminds him of when Chris is reading over lego instructions the first time.
“Oh” Eddie finally whispers when the pieces click into place.
Buck reaches up and runs his fingers through Eddie's hair bringing his hand down over his jaw, and Eddie's breath hitches a little.
“Cause you have one here, right?” he whispers. and Buck laughs softly because their son is down the hall asleep and nods.
“Yeah I do,” and he moves so he’s practically in Eddie’s lap, and he’s holding Eddie’s face in his hands, a thumb resting over the little freckle. and Eddie’s hands are on his waist, thumbs resting above the waistband of his sweatpants and underneath his shirt. they’re a hair's breadth apart and their whole world is about to change forever. And Buck whispers, “don't think that this revelation gets you off the hook about your own spiral, Diaz.”
“Just kiss me you idiot.” Eddie whispers back.
So he does. It tastes of honey and mint, with a hint of mozzarella and olives.
It’s soft and gentle and not like the movies with desperation and the music swelling, it was just another night with Buck in Eddie’s kitchen, feeling right at home.
#911#buddie#buddiefanfiction#evan buckey#eddie diaz#aj writes stuff#userbuckleyhans#tuserksn#userceecee#usersharky#useroliii#useryb#userweres#userrin#maystag#not a romcom ✈️
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for the ask game !! 🎂, ✈️ , and 🎧?
🎂 when is your birthday?
August 8th!! :3
✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled
mm def cebu:)
🎧 last song you listened to
romcom - rob deniel!
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sksjsjdns I cannot BELIEVE the other Indian anon who has a crush on you is also from new delhi. what are the chances right? maybe we need a support group for people crushing on a certain handsome butch from brazil. also PLEASE grow ur hair out i would love to see your dilf in a romcom look 💖💖 and if u don't like it you can always cut it again
on it baby 🫡 also googling plane tickets rio-new delhi rn so i can be there for the first meeting ✈️❤️
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🎥✈️😀?
🎥If you could make a movie/tv show for one of your fics which one would you chose?
oooh I'm having a really hard time choosing. My Everyday Wish could probably be made into a fun romcom.
✈️if you could be transported into one of your fics which would you chose?
Naps and Snacks! Because I wish I was back on the beach in Mexico.
😀which of your fics did you not think a lot people would like but they did?
Gonna have to go with Roommates 1 and 2. I thought it would go over alright but it's the one that I still continuously get notifications about. And I love that.
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🦇 Wanderlust Book Review 🦇
Rating: ⭐⭐⭐
❝ "It's hard to believe in yourself when no one else does." ❞
❓ #QOTD If you could get an all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world, where would you go? ❓
🦇 On a whim, Dylan Coughlan calls a radio station and receives a once-in-a-lifetime, all-expenses-paid trip around the world. The catch: the station gets to randomly select a contact on Dylan's phone as her travel companion. She's paired with "Jack the Posho," an uptight almost-one-night-stand she unintentionally ghosted. They immediately butt heads, which doesn't make Dylan's work assignment easier: to write about the trip as a second-chance romance series. If the series succeeds, she'll finally get her own column. Is it worth the backlash when her past comes back to haunt her?
💜 Elle Everhart's debut romcom isn't just a case of the warm and fuzzy feelings we often associate with the genre; it gives far more than that. What looks like a forced proximity, grumpy versus sunshine match-up is really a well-balanced, polar opposites pairing. Both Dylan and Jack are familiar with the soul-sucking existence derived from living a life that fits their parents' standards. Dylan refused to walk that line and has been forced to pay the consequences—in her social life and professionally. Jack plays the role his parents wrote for him, only for it to make him miserable. Dylan is unabashedly confident in her decisions and whom she's become because of them (rightfully so), and that bravado eventually inspires Jack to do the same. Though it takes them an excruciatingly long time to reach an understanding, their both better off for it by the end. The character growth between them is as beautiful as some of the landscapes they encounter on their travels.
🦇 The miscommunication trope plays a big part in this story, and if you've read my previous reviews, you know that's a pet peeve. Dylan makes assumptions about Jack based on his reaction to the radio call and a few texts, but never makes an effort to learn more about him in person. Jack seems to mean well but Dylan's abrasiveness sets him off, making the first act a little tiresome to read. Fair warning: there is a bit of smut 🌶️, but the moment is ruined by the mention of Edward Cullen and sparkly skin (I definitely put my Kindle down with a groan after that).
💜 A great read that goes beyond the cute and fuzzies of typical travel romcoms. Recommended to anyone who has that itch to travel deep in their bones. That's one of the best things about being an avid reader; you have a thousand little adventures at your disposal without having to worry about the airfare. Happy reading!
❝ "The more she wrote, other things started to unravel, too. She'd been scared of her parents' rejection for the vast majority of her life, a symptom of eldest daughter syndrome and being queer as hell, but she deserved more than tolerance or a lack of outright rejection. They should have loved her no matter what, been proud of her no matter what." ❞
✨ Tropes ✨
✈️ Travel Romance
🏔️ Forced Proximity
🚂 Frenemies to Lovers
⛱️ Opposites Attract
🗽 Slow Burn
🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book. #Wanderlust
#book review#book blog#book lover#reading#cats and books#books and cats#battyaboutbooks#batty about books#book: wanderlust#author: elle everhart
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• ARC Review: French Holiday •
You know how sometimes you read a book and are like, “If this were adapted into a movie, it would be terrible but it somehow works as a book”? That’s exactly what I kept thinking while reading this.
In many ways, the characters and plot in this book shouldn’t work – too cliché, too ridiculous (there’s A Whole Thing with a runaway lobster), too wishy-washy, just too much going on in general – but I still found myself really charmed by it.
The story follows Merry, who jets off to her freewheeling godmother’s newly purchased French chateau after the man she’s been in love with for years marries her sister, only to find that Noah, her brother-in-law’s best friend whom she believes 1) hates her, and 2) drunkenly slept with her at the wedding anyway, is *also* at the chateau, doing research for his latest documentary.
Though the story is all from Merry’s POV, it becomes clear that while she is living her travel adventure dreams, despite the state of the chateau (it’s filthy! there’s no electricity! it’s infested!) and looking forward to a whirlwind romance (there’s a hot, motorcycle-riding, art dealer next door!) Noah is in the midst of a Gothic romance as he pensively researches and generally broods around, but somehow always saves the day.
The second half of the book does a lot of emotional heavylifting as Noah reveals more about himself and his interest in the chateau and an artist who used to live there. And from there, the frothy romcom plot takes a bit of a left turn into Gothic territory (there’s a triple-mystery and a ghost story and yes, you can probably guess the outcome, but no, that won’t make you feel bored with the story) – but don’t worry, you haven’t been duped and it doesn’t linger there long. Because at its core, French Holiday *is* a romcom.
Though it is outlandish and over-the-top at times, it’s also cute and sweet and easy to binge and set in France. And honestly, sometimes that’s all you need.
3.75🌟
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✈️An enormous thank you to Swift & Lewis Publishing for the opportunity to read and review an advance copy. French Holiday is available now!🦞
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🍍 𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗕𝗜𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗥𝗧 🍍
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It started with a simple message from the man known as Pina Coladas: Message me and Escape. After dumping my apartment-stealing boyfriend and rooming with my best friend’s dog, the promise of fruity drinks, dancing in the rain, and maybe even a midnight romp, leaves me singing a familiar tune, excited to travel to the Azores with the stranger who answered my wanted ad.
When Jack, aka Mr. Perfect, aka the one who got away, shows up at the airport, I’m left to wonder if this is just another one of life’s dirty pranks.
Jack isn’t only hot, he’s a fighter pilot with a sense of humor and blue eyes that make my butterflies dance. He’s saying all the right things and sending sparks in every direction he looks, asking me to take all sorts of risks—like swimming in hot springs, jumping in mysterious pools, and giving him a second chance. But he still hasn’t told me why he disappeared in the first place.
After a sip, or twenty, of sangria, I’ll happily explore the cafés and the beaches and possibly even Jack’s calves, but what I absolutely, positively will not do is fall for Jack—again.
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I have tried to hard to think of a good one for you!
I assume that...
✈️You prefer a window seat on an aeroplane...
🍯You prefer savoury to sweet
🍸You like your gin without frills (have you tried opihr gin? It's my favourite and great with a splash of mango juice with the tonic)
1. True!! I like to pretend im in a romcom and stare wistfully out the window
2. Also true :)
3. ALSO TRUE. (unless its around the holidays then i am all about the frilliest drinks).
wow. 3/3.
Assumption Asks
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They literally had a gay road trip arc how am I supposed to read that heterosexually?? /hj
romcom premise -> what if we got framed 😱 as international terrorists 😍 in europe ✈️ and we r both dudes 👬
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tagged by the lovely @dickley-buddie and @constructiononsunset
here is a little bit more of the not spec spec fic that i posted a little bit of last night which i no joke am using “pilgrimage” as a place holder- and then i logged on to tumblr five minutes later and discovered they changed the title for that ep 🧍 anyway
“hey, didn’t you grow up like not too far from here? did you want to visit your parents?” jamie asks before sipping his cup of coffee.
buck ducks his head and scratches his neck.
“i guess i kind of glossed over that part, but they wouldn’t be too happy to see me if i’m being honest. i don’t really want to see them either. i get to see maddie and she’s who raised me.”
jamie tilts his head,
“yeah remember the brother who died?” jamie nods, “no one else was a match, so- and i was just always a reminder of him i guess. we tried. or i guess i tried in therapy but- yeah. no need to visit them. or hershey. i have everyone and everything i need in la.”
“like eddie and chris?” jamie asks a small smile on his face.
buck flusters for a moment, shakes his head.
“and maddie and jee. chimney, hen and her wife, and bobby and athena. i have the big family that i always wanted. but yeah, even if it was just eddie and chris- i think life would be pretty good.”
“Okay we’re gonna have to do something about that.”
“What?”
“The way you get when you talk about them, it’s almost overwhelming Buck. Everyone will figure it out the second you talk about them.”
buck feels like hitting his head against the table.
tagging: @halosdiaz @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @fearlessdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid and anyone who wants to share 💜
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fuck it friday
tagged by @halosdiaz @fearlessdiaz <3
here is some more from not a romcom ✈
Jamie is still next to him, dissipating into the crowd around him.
“Buck- everything okay?” Jamie asks, making his presence known again.
“I- I don’t know. Something happened with Chris? I- I don’t know. I have to go, I’m really sorry but-”
“I get it dude, go. Go be Superman for your kid. I can catch a cab.” Jamie says a new look in his eyes that Buck had never seen before as he squeezes just above his elbow pushing him toward baggage claim.
Buck takes a breath and nods at Jamie, not sure he can speak before taking off down the hallway.
He knows he must be getting weird looks, Hen and Maddie have teased him relentlessly about how he runs. It’s not his fault his legs are stupidly long.
He makes it to the beach in 15 minutes, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel when he hits the red lights.
His mind feels too quiet and not running amuck with what he might find there. Just the red pin on the map, a siren calling him, drawing him closer.
tagging: @loveyourownsmiilee @goldenretrieverfirefighters @princessfbi @panicatthediaz @adventuresofprettyboyandthekid <3
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aj don’t think you can hide your new wip in my tags!! also 👀
just a little spec that’s not actually spec but i learned my lesson on that with season 5 so never say never right?
“Anything. And I meant it.” Buck nods.
“Okay, you can totally say no or whatever, but I kinda sorta need a boyfriend for my high school reunion?”
Buck stills for a moment thinking back through the catalog of his memories of Jamie.
“Uh yeah, a lot happened after you left I guess. Went to therapy, figured out I was repressed, and uh, well- my boyfriend of two years broke up with me 2 weeks before my High School reunion in a small town where the biggest news is that I’m gay so-”
Just then Eddie leans over the railing slightly with a quirked brow, and Buck just looks back up at him and smiles.
“-whatever you do, don't come out on Facebook I guess.” The last bit of his sentence slows as he watches the interaction between them. “Oh shit, I’m really sorry, I would never have asked if I knew you were taken,” Jamie rushes.
#ask aj and they answer#adventuresofprettyboyandthekid#kel 💙#not a romcom ✈️#<- read that with the same rhythm as not a doctor
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