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connecting you to a driver… | 4k | 911 | buddie
The flight from Los Angeles, California to El Paso, Texas is one hour and fifty-five minutes long.
Buck spends one hour and fifteen minutes after he lands in the El Paso International Airport pick-up zone, waiting for his ride. He also racks up one hell of a debt in Uber cancellation fees.
The two are very much connected.
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some sunny day | 118/118 chapters | 13.9k | 911 | buddie, gen
A collection of 118-word drabbles, written for the 118dailydrabbles season 8 hiatus challenge on Tumblr!
(Each chapter is it’s own; more specific tags and warnings will be listed in the notes at the beginning of each one!)
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i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine | 10.6k | 911 | buddie
Jee thrusts the card out towards Eddie. “For you,” she says, cheeks dimpling as her smile turns shy.
It reminds Eddie so much of Christopher, when he was this age. So sweet, so earnest. His heart squeezes in his chest as he accepts Jee’s card.
And— it is just about the cutest fucking thing Eddie’s ever seen, honestly.
The card, clearly handmade, is shaped like a bumblebee. A yellow teardrop body, striped with crooked lines of black marker. Its head is shaped like a heart, with two pipe cleaner antennae sticking out, and this teeny tiny u-shaped smile and a pair of googly eyes glued to make up its face. The kicker, though, are the wings — two big, slightly misshapen pink hearts (clearly cut out by Jee-Yun herself) protruding from either side, each with a little message scribbled out in Jee’s loopy handwriting. The one on the left reads “BEE mine” and a grin breaks out across Eddie’s face, an amused chuckle slipping past his lips. The one on the right, though — it brings an embarrassing lump to Eddie’s throat as he reads, “Happy Valentine’s Day Uncle Eddie!”
Uncle Eddie.
Oh.
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from your point of view | 4.3k | 911 | buddie
“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder.
He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap.
Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to.
“Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself.
“Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.”
Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees.
“Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”
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who you share it with | 2.2k | 911 | buddie
“Oh, hey, green this time,” Buck’s voice filters in as he swings around the corner of the railing. “What flavor is that? Watermelon or green apple?” He doesn’t pause to let Eddie answer though. “Or maybe strawberry? Although, I think Haribo are the only ones that do that. S’weird though, don’t you think? Strawberry isn’t green, it should be red.”
Eddie, who hasn’t looked up from his book — he’s mastered the art of splitting his attention, by now — snorts and curls his hand into a fist. The ring pop is lodged halfway down his middle finger, a little tight around the knuckle but secure. He stretches his arm out towards Buck, a silent offering.
Buck brightens and veers towards Eddie’s side of the couch. His fingers wind around Eddie’s wrist to steady it and he draws Eddie’s hand up, ducking down halfway to meet it.
He hums delightedly, as he gets his answer.
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in your own sweet time | 1.5k | 911 | buddie
“How’d it go?” Buck asks as they reach the Jeep. He jams his thumb into the button on the fob — has to really dig his nail in to get it to work, it’s so worn down— and the locks click open.
“Good,” Eddie answers, sliding into the passenger seat. He runs his tongue over his left molars. Practices his bite. Bares his teeth at Buck in the kind of smile a seven year old Christopher used to flash all the time. “Easy. It was just a filling.”
“No pain then?” Buck asks and the engine purrs to life. He switches the gear to reverse.
“Nope, they numbed me up good. Still feels weird, though,” Eddie says, touching his fingertips to the left side of his upper lip. He prods at it carefully, barely feels it. “Kind of heavy. Like it’s on a lag or something.” He chuckles even though it kind of sucks. “Don’t know how I’m supposed to kiss anyone with only half a working mouth.”
Buck laughs. Puts the car into drive and pulls towards the main road. “Who’re you supposed to be kissing anyway?”
Without thinking, Eddie replies, “You, I hope.” Then freezes.
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let love take hold of us | 2.7k | 911 | buddie + christopher
“Hey,” Eddie calls, twisting his shoulder as he stuffs his arm into his jacket sleeve, “take a coat, bud. It’s cold today.”
Christopher, already halfway to the door, pauses to scowl at Eddie. “It’s sunny,” he says.
“It’s supposed to be windy,” Buck supplies, doing up the last button on his coat.
“And it’s December,” Eddie adds.
Christopher rolls his eyes. “In California,” he counters, unimpressed.
Eddie sighs. “It gets cold in California.”
“No,” Christopher says, impatient, “it doesn’t.” Then he’s out the door. Coatless.
“Stubborn,” Buck comments, bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s. “Reminds me of someone.”
Eddie huffs a laugh.
Or, Christopher Diaz and the Consequential Coat Conundrum; featuring christmas tree farms, hot chocolate, and the kind of stubbornness only a thirteen year old can possess.
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forever and ever and always | 1.7k | 911 | buddie
“Y’know,” Buck says, drawing the tips of his fingers over Eddie’s knuckles, where they’re slotted with Buck’s other hand in the space between them, “if I took your last name, we’d have the same initials.”
Eddie blinks, suddenly much more awake than he was five seconds ago. “What?”
“Yeah,” Buck continues, oblivious. “You’re E.D., Edmundo Diaz, and I’d be E.D. too. Evan Diaz.”
Eddie’s stomach swoops at the sound of that, and he fixes his eyes on Buck’s face. Stares hard at him until he catches onto it.
“Is that— is that something you’ve thought about before?” Eddie asks.
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