Buddie staches doodle, inspired by @maydaydiaz staches post

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maddie and eddie gossiping at dispatch for buddieonair on twitter!

hen taking buck to his first pride after coming out, for bu13ks on twitter! they had to get karen’s help with the eyeliner lol

↳ bucktommy kisses + hands | 7.04 vs 7.06

Inspired by this meta by @alkaysani

Bonus:

Eddie using his thumbs to help Buck brush the off soot from under his eyes is living rent free in my head now

"Eddie, I'm fine."

"I didn't say you weren't fine, I said you had soot under your eyes. Now stop moving. You're worse than Christopher when he gets his shots."

Eddie turns Buck's face toward the dying sunlight, twisting his chin this way and that so he can see the extent of the smear. Were he slightly more Buck's Platonic Best Friend and slightly less Hopelessly in Love, he would let him walk around with soot on his face until Buck inevitably figured out he was wearing their last call on his skin. But Eddie is nothing if not a bleeding heart romantic -- nothing if not so deeply, completely, and pathetically in love with him that it makes him sick. So instead of doing that, he's doing this.

Buck sighs loudly, full of exaggerated exasperation, but he stops moving, opting instead to lean against the truck so he can let Eddie fuss.

Good. He should know by now: resistance is futile.

Eddie licks his thumb and glides the pad of it across the swell of Buck's cheekbone. He wonders what it says about them that Buck doesn't wince at the slick feeling of his saliva, that Eddie didn't even think hey, he might think this is gross before he did it. But then, there have been a lot of moments like that between them lately. So many that Eddie has lost count -- moments that should give them pause, make them question, but haven't.

It's been almost a year since Buck died. Eddie thought the impulse to hold him, touch him, and extra gentle with all his fragile softness would go away once Buck recovered, but it never did. If anything, that desire increased ten-fold. He's always wanted to protect Buck, always wanted to put himself between Buck and harm's way in order to keep him safe, but now he finds himself craving and acting upon the small stuff too. Now, he fluffs the throw pillows on Buck's side of the couch so they're soft before he sits down. Now, he throws Buck's laundry in with his own and makes sure his favorite cup is clean when he comes over. Now, apparently, he uses his thumbs and his spit to wipe the soot from underneath his eyes.

What's more is that Buck lets him. Buck, who is always the one to throw himself into danger, to light himself on fire to keep others warm, lets Eddie fuss over him. It feels like it means something, though what that could be, Eddie isn't sure. He knows what he wants it to mean, but wanting something and actually having it are two different things. He does wonder though, because sometimes, when he looks at Buck, he thinks he's not alone in this. He thinks that, instead of pining helplessly for someone who doesn't want him back, that they might just be standing on the precipice of something together.

But he's never sure.

Even now, as Buck watches him with a faint trace of amusement in his eyes, looking safe and happy and pleased underneath it all, Eddie isn't sure.

One day, he'd like to be.

"You're a mother hen." Buck's voice is soft, teasing. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"You're forgetting I have sisters."

"So, what, does that mean you're like my brother?"

A beat passes.

Eddie looks Buck.

Buck looks at him.

They both cringe at the same time.

Eddie doesn't know how to define his relationship with Buck but brothers they most definitely are not.

Ew.

"What it means," Eddie says pointedly, "is that I learned to coddle. Mom was busy and Dad wasn't home. No one else was going to do it."

Buck's mouth spreads into a wide, slow smile. "You're soft."

Once upon a time, Eddie would have taken those words as a challenge to prove his own masculinity. Now, he just shrugs.

"I am. And I like taking care of people. You're people. That means I take care of you."

There's more to it than that, of course. Eddie would fight God and win just to be able to take care of Buck, but Buck doesn't need to know all that. Not right now.

Eddie drags his thumb over the warm skin of Buck's face, blunt fingernails careful around his water line. He's got beautiful eyes. Everything about him is beautiful, but when the golden hour haze hits his face and his skin is warm and his eyes are illuminated, he looks like something out of a painting.

"You're beautiful, you know that?"

He doesn't mean to say it, and he's not sure when his brain-to-mouth filter went on vacation and decided to make his inside thoughts outside thoughts but he doesn't take it back. It's true. Buck is gorgeous and Eddie's heart hurts with how badly he wants him.

Buck's cheeks go pink, his eyes widening. "Oh."

"Oh?" Eddie teases.

"Oh," Buck confirms. But his face softens like melted butter, his cheeks flushing even more. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Hey!" Chimney's voice punches through the air like a fist, shattering the bubble they've created around them. "If you two are done making mooney eyes at each other, it's time to roll out!"

Mooney-eyes? Eddie is going to kill him.

But he's not wrong. They have to leave because technically, they're still at work and technically, Eddie can't spend all day smothering Buck with affection, so he finishes wiping the soot away and takes a half-step back. The forced distance feels like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head.

Right. Back to the real world.

"There you go," he says, "Right as rain."

"Thanks," Buck murmurs.

He still looks soft and open and sweet and Eddie wants nothing more than to swoop in and kiss him, drag his hands through Buck's hair and taste him, finally fucking taste him. The way Buck is looking at him, Eddie thinks he would let him. He almost knows it.

Buck opens his mouth as if to say something, his body swaying closer. He looks beautiful and hungry and desperate and Eddie wants. But then someone honks the horn, the moment passes, and Buck's mouth closes with a snap. He shakes his head like he's physically clearing his thoughts, clears his throat, and nods over his shoulder.

"Come on. We should head back."

Eddie's heart hammers in his chest. He's surprised Buck can't hear it.

"Lead the way."

Buck smiles, small and sweet, and heads back to the truck, and Eddie aches, and aches, and aches.

Bumbercath 😂

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