Buddkook



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    “I thought you were ready to start dating,” Bobby says, which. Eddie doesn’t think that’s remotely close to the point.

    “Yeah, Eddie,” Buck echoes, all narrowed eyes and petulance, aggressively attempting to spear a tomato on his plate while maintaining eye contact.

    “I…I don’t think the blind dates were really working out.”

    “So you’re trying to get out of your aunt’s setups, again. And this is what you’re going with?” Hen says, eyebrows raised.

    “I did not say that. I hadn’t even thought about telling Pepa I’m seeing Felisa, to be honest.” But isn’t that a thought. “I just thought a break would be nice, you know? I can find someone at my own pace, organically.”

    A chorus of protests and objections, to the tune of “how are you going to meet someone organically when everybody thinks you’re dating someone else," breaks out across the table.

    “Oh, he’s gonna find someone organically, alright,” Chimney interrupts. “Obviously, he’s gonna fall in love with Felisa.”

    Buck promptly begins to choke on his salad.

    Or: Eddie pretends to date Felisa Valdez, a normal thing to do, for normal reasons. Buck acts normal about it.

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    Eddie presses the fabric drenched in peroxide to Buck’s arm causing him to double over. His hand finds the arm resting on his thigh and surrounds Eddie’s wrist with a death grip while his head falls forward onto Eddie’s shoulder.

    “Fuck,” he grits through his teeth.

    Eddie’s breath hitches. He tries to move but he’s frozen. Buck is groaning and wriggling against the sting, leaning into Eddie as if he’s the only thing that can keep him upright. Eddie can feel Buck’s breath ghosting his skin, the sheen of sweat on his forehead soaking through Eddie’s thinned out gray t-shirt. The grip on Eddie’s wrist is tight, right on the edge of becoming painful but not quite there yet.

    He feels like he’s floating, yet he has never felt more grounded.

    OR that bellyconrad wound cleaning scene but make it buddie

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