Once Tommy Let It Be Known He Was Relieved That One Of The Most Important People In Buck's Life Was Gone

buddie living together and deciding they’re gonna share the bedroom, trading off nights so their backs don’t kill them because buck’s couch remains uncomfortable. it works well enough until they have a tough call and they’re tired and it’s bone deep. the kind of exhaustion that seeps into your marrow and makes it hard to keep your eyes open. so they both stumble into their (their) house and it’s eddie’s turn to take the bed but neither of them say anything when buck follows him into the bedroom. neither of them say anything when they strip down to their boxers (boxers and socks, for buck) and crawl under the covers together. and they keep quiet as they shuffle until eddie mutters a quiet c’mere and pulls buck against him until he’s holding him. buck settles. eddie settles. they’re asleep in seconds. neither of them mention it when they wake up, but it happens again after the next shift, the excuse of “oh, i need to get real sleep” dying on eddie’s tongue when he doesn’t even need to use it, buck just drags him into the bedroom with him. it becomes a thing after that, another item in the long list of things buck and eddie don’t talk about, but then one night buck asks what they’re doing. eddie says they’re gonna sleep. and buck swallows and nods and says i really missed you, you know? and it sounds a lot like i love you and please stay and eddie nods and laces his fingers with buck’s on his chest and says i missed you, too, and kisses the nape of his neck when buck’s breathing evens out. but buck feels it. feels it and calls him out on it the next morning in the kitchen over coffee and pancakes. you kissed me. no i didn’t. eddie. buck. i’m gonna kiss you now, make it even. eddie laughs and says okay. and they kiss. because they’re in love. the end.

it really is crazy how quickly people were willing to just let chatgpt do everything for them. i have never even tried it. brother i don't even know if it's just a website you go to or what. i do not know where chatgpt actually lives, because i can decide my own grocery list.

“I love you kid” put me in a coffin and nail it shut.

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fanfiction is so beautiful because what do you mean i can read the same characters falling in love 92737389 times in different scenarios and not get tired of it.

being God’s favorite is sleep through the entirety of archive of our own’s downtime and wake up to the site up and running normally again

hating eddie diaz is like hating jesus.. probably worse even

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eddie repaired his relationship with his son off screen. told his son he's moving off screen. got the news that bobby nash, his captain, his mentor, his narrative mirror, is dead off screen. but no tell me all about how I'm unreasonable and trying to give the other characters less screentime by having a fucking main be treated as a main

the earthquake in season two being where their work partnership was forged and the earthquake in season eight being where their romantic partnership will be forged