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Assistant: Title: nobody gets me (like you)
        Author: cephalopodx cephalopodx 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Eddie leaned down towards Buck, and Buck instinctually put his hand out to rest on Eddie’s side. Eddie’s arms landed on either side of Buck on the couch. And then Eddie was in his space, his lips pressing briefly to Buck’s cheek.“Thanks, Buck,” Eddie said, still so, so close to Buck. “I’ll see you at home.”He said goodbye to the rest of the crew, and then he was gone, his boots thunking down the stairs.or,Eddie kisses Buck goodbye. They aren't together yet.
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              Eddie leaned down towards Buck, and Buck instinctually put his hand out to rest on Eddie’s side. Eddie’s arms landed on either side of Buck on the couch. And then Eddie was in his space, his lips pressing briefly to Buck’s cheek.“Thanks, Buck,” Eddie said, still so, so close to Buck. “I’ll see you at home.”He said goodbye to the rest of the crew, and then he was gone, his boots thunking down the stairs.or,Eddie kisses Buck goodbye. They aren't together yet.
            
        

        
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      i wrote this is a haze in March of 2023 and promptly forgot about it, oops. it's been sitting in my drafts and I thought why not post it? i've been reading buddie fic since 2020 or so and this is my first time posting my own! i would say this is set vaguely s6, pre-lightning.title is from nobody gets me (like you) by wallows!
    

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  Buck’s life changed on a Wednesday. 

  It was the tail end of a 24-hour shift that had been just busy enough to keep them from getting any real rest. They had all given up hours ago and stumbled out of the bunk room into the comfort of the loft, content to sit with each other in near silence as the rest of their shift ticked by. 

  Bobby was puttering around in the kitchen, putting together a simple breakfast for them. Buck had offered to help from his position on the couch, but Bobby had told him to stay put. Buck 
  
    was
  
   very comfortable though, so he wasn’t too upset over it. 

  Chim and Hen had landed themselves at the table, Hen about halfway through a novel (which Buck thought was tempting fate, since every other time she’d opened it the bell had gone), and Chim on his phone, no doubt texting Maddie. 

  And then there was Eddie. 

  Eddie was next to Buck, which wasn’t unusual at all. What 
  
    was 
  
  unusual, and new and exciting and a little scary, was the warmth in Buck’s chest knowing that Eddie had chosen to be near him. Eddie could have chosen to sit across from him, in the armchair, or even on the other end of the couch. But he didn’t. 

  Instead, Buck and Eddie sat close enough together on the couch that Buck could feel Eddie breathing. Eddie had his shoulder pressed to Buck’s, leaning into him. His head was tilted toward Buck’s like at any moment he would slide down to rest his head on Buck’s shoulder. Eddie’s eyes had drifted shut a few minutes ago, no doubt exhausted after the shift they had, and Buck was content just to look at him. 

  He wasn’t sure when things had changed between him and Eddie. But something had changed. They did things like this, now, for example. Buck stayed at Eddie’s more nights than not, and lately, he’d been spending maybe one night at the loft a week, to do laundry and clean out his fridge. Buck made dinner, helped Chris with his homework, and welcomed Eddie home from therapy in the evenings. They went grocery shopping together, and Eddie kept Buck’s favorite coffee creamer stocked at all times. 

  Sometimes, Eddie looked at Buck so intensely he had to duck his head, unable to stay under Eddie’s gaze. Sometimes, Eddie looked at him like he hung the moon. And when Eddie Diaz looks at you like that, it can be a lot to handle. 

  So now they were here, in the in-between, both of them knowing something had changed but neither of them brave enough to do anything about it. Everyone looked at them like they were waiting for them to get it together. Buck didn’t know what he and Eddie were waiting on either, but he knew when the moment was right, they would take the next steps together. 

  The firehouse was peaceful at this time of the morning, and Buck let the sounds of it wash over him. Bobby in the kitchen. Hen’s pages turning. Chimney popping his gum. Distantly, he could hear the first members of B shift arriving downstairs.  He was comfortable, and warm from where Eddie was pressing into him. Content, he guessed. At ease. He felt his eyes starting to slip shut, his body naturally leaning closer to Eddie. 

  Eddie’s phone started ringing. 

  It startled Eddie and Buck awake, and Eddie jolted, causing his phone to fall out of his hand. It fell to the floor with a loud clang that made Buck wince for his screen, and effectively shattered the quiet of the loft. 

  Buck could hear it rattling against the floor as it vibrated. Eddie groaned, adorably frustrated at being woken, and dropped his head onto Buck’s shoulder with a thunk. Buck felt himself flush, his cheeks warming but laughed at his best friend's antics anyway. 

  “Your phone’s ringing,” he said. 

  Eddie lifted his head and shot him his signature glare, the very same face Eddie would get onto Chris for making. “Yes, thank you, Buck,” Eddie said. 

  Eddie bent to scoop his phone off the ground. Buck expected him to stand up and walk away to take the call, but instead, Eddie returned to where he was, no longer leaning against Buck but still only a breath away. 

  “Tía?” He answered, brow furrowed. Buck looked at him, a silent question, and Eddie just shrugged his shoulders. 

  Buck could hear Pepa’s voice on the other end of the line, speaking rapidly enough and with enough Spanish mixed in that he couldn’t make anything out. Whatever it was, it made Eddie sit up, and then stand up from the couch. Buck tried not to mourn the loss of his warmth too much. 

  Eddie sighed into the phone. “Okay, okay, yeah. I’m still on shift for another,” Eddie squinted down at his watch, “half an hour, but I’ll try to get there as soon as I can. I’ve got to get Chris to school, but I’ll get it figured out.” 

  Eddie looked back to Buck, and at Buck’s questioning look, he mouthed 
  
    Dishwasher
  
  . Last week, Eddie went over and helped Pepa get her dishwasher working again. Eddie was a man of many talents. 

  “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you in a bit. Hang tight, Tía.” Eddie hung up the phone and stood for a second with one hand on his hip and the other pinching the bridge of his nose. It was a pose very familiar to Buck, one that said 
  
    stress
  
  . After a few seconds of silence, Eddie rubbed his hand down his face and turned back towards Buck. 

  Bobby, Hen, and Chim had turned their attention to Eddie, and Bobby beat Buck to the punch. “Everything okay, Eddie?” He said. 

  “My tía’s kitchen is currently flooded,” Eddie sighed. “She needs me to go over and look at it, since, y’know, former mechanic means I know how to fix dishwashers.”  

  Buck snickered. “Why call a professional when you have your dearest nephew? Anyway, I thought you fixed it last week.” 

  “Yeah, me too,” Eddie said, looking down at Buck, exasperated. But he had that fond look in his eyes, the one that made Buck duck his head. 

  “If you need to duck out early, Eddie, you can. Enough of B shift’s here to cover for you,” Bobby said, making Eddie take his eyes off Buck. 

  “Thanks, Cap, but I’ve still got to Chris to school after I leave anyway, so I should be good to stay. I would feel bad asking Carla to stay late,” Eddie said. Eddie was putting on his best front, but Buck, of course, could see through it. Buck could almost bet that right now, Eddie was simultaneously feeling guilty about making Pepa wait 
  
    and 
  
  the possibility of making Carla stay late. 

  Buck was still sitting on the couch, with Eddie standing in front of him, facing the room to talk to Bobby. When Buck reached up to touch him, instinctually needing contact, his hand landed on Eddie’s hip. Eddie’s shirt had ridden up around the waist from where he was lying against Buck, and Buck’s thumb landed on the stretch of warm skin there. He felt Eddie tense a little at the touch, but he relaxed almost immediately. 

  “Eds,” Buck said, drawing Eddie’s attention back down to him. “I’ll get Christopher to school. You know I was going to end up coming over for breakfast anyway,” Buck said.  

  Eddie looked down at him for a moment, and Buck could see the gears turning in his head. Finally, his face softened, and his mouth quirked into a half smile. “You know he’s going to make you make pancakes, right?” Eddie said. 

  Buck felt bashful under Eddie’s gaze, and he grinned up at him. “You act like I wasn’t already planning on it.” 

  Eddie just rolled his eyes at him. “You spoil him,” he said. Eddie put his hand over Buck’s where it was still on Eddie’s hip, and squeezed gently, once. Eddie dropped his hand, and Buck dropped his back down into his lap. 

  “You sure it’s okay if I go, Cap?” 

  “Yes, Eddie, get out of here,” Bobby said. 

  “Yeah, Eddie, get lost,” Buck joked, which earned him another fond eye roll. Buck thought he would do anything to put that look on Eddie’s face. 

  “Whatever, Buck,” Eddie muttered, and then he was leaning towards Buck. 

  It happened so fast, but so slowly at the same time. 

  Eddie leaned down towards Buck, and Buck instinctually put his hand out to rest on Eddie’s side. Eddie’s arms landed on either side of Buck on the couch. And then Eddie was in his space,  his lips pressing briefly to Buck’s cheek. 

  “Thanks, Buck,” Eddie said, still so, so close to Buck. “I’ll see you at home.” 

  He said goodbye to the rest of the crew, and then he was gone, his boots thunking down the stairs. Silence fell back over the loft. 

  “Uh, bye, Eddie,” Chimney said, once he’d recovered. 

  Like Chim had broken the spell, there was movement all around Buck. Hen landed on the couch beside him, and Chimney perched on the coffee table in front of him. “Oh my god, Buck! When were you going to tell us?” Hen said, beaming at him. Even Bobby wandered from behind the kitchen island to come stand on the other side of the coffee table.  

  Buck still hadn’t moved. Finally, he raised his hand and pressed to the stop where Eddie’s lips at been moments prior. 

  “Okay, when did 
  
    this
  
   happen? I need an exact date,” Chim said. “For no reason, at all.” 

  Buck finally looked up. Chimney and Hen were looking at him expectantly, but Bobby had a knowing look in his eye like he already knew what had happened. 

  “Uh, today,” Buck finally sputtered out. He watched Hen and Chim’s eyebrows raise in unison. “Like, right now. That was the first, um, we haven’t, like-” 

  “Oh, sh@t,” Chimney said, eloquently. 

  “That was it? Right there? That was the first time anything’s happened?” Hen asked, her eyebrows somehow creeping higher onto her forehead. 
Buck could only nod. He was still processing the feeling of Eddie’s lips on his cheek, his use of the word home. Home. Their home. See you at home. Buck had started considering Eddie’s house home long before he had pinned down his feelings for his best friend, but to hear it verbalized, by Eddie, was a whole different ball game. 
  “Why don’t we back off Buck a little bit, yeah?” Bobby said, like the saint he was. “Buck, you go on home. We’ll be okay here.” 

  Buck just nodded, and stood, still feeling like he was having an out-of-body experience. “Thanks, Cap,” he said, and then he was leaving the loft. 

  As soon as he got to the locker rooms, his phone started ringing. 

  He dug it out of his pocket. Eddie and Christopher’s smiling faces flashed up at him. Buck just stared at it for a moment. Was this their moment? Were they in it right now? He spent so long waiting for this, he almost didn’t know what to do now that it was happening. Buck knew that what just happened up in the loft had pushed them way over the line that they’d be treading. Buck wasn’t scared, though. He’d never been more ready for anything in his life. 

  He answered the phone. 

  “Hey, Eds,” 

  “Buck?” 

  “Eddie.” 

  “I really just did that didn’t I? I am so sorry, Buck, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that, not in front of everybody,” Eddie said, and he sounded so guilty Buck wished he was standing in front of him so he could see the smile on Buck’s face. 

  “So it was going to happen?” Buck asked, and he knew that Eddie knew what he meant by the way that he laughed, bright and happy and relieved. 

  “Yeah, Buck. Of course, it was. Of course. I don’t know what I waiting on,” Eddie said. 

  Buck didn’t think he’d ever smiled as hard as he was smiling now. If Maddie could see him now, she’d be cracking jokes about his boy crush all those years ago and probably hugging the life out of him. 

  “Good, good. I don’t know what we were waiting for either,” Buck finally said. “But we’re here now.” 

  “We’re here now,” Eddie echoed. 

  Buck leaned himself against the wall of the locker room, phone pressed closely to his ear, just listening to the sounds of Eddie existing. 

  Finally, Eddie broke the silence. “I’m at Pepa’s, and her kitchen is very much still flooded, but, talk later? When I get home?” 

  Buck ducked his head even though Eddie couldn’t see him. “Yeah, we’ll talk later. At home.” 

  Buck heard Eddie take a breath on the other end of the line. “Buck, I didn’t really want to say it over the phone the first time, but,” 

  “I love you, too, Eddie.” Buck beat him to it, feeling like he might fistbump like the end of 
  
    The Breakfast Club
  
   (one of the classics he 
  
    had
  
   seen, thank you very much, Chimney) or maybe do something equally embarrassing, like cry. 

  “Yeah,” Eddie breathed. “I love you, Buck. I’ll see you at home.” 

  “See you at home, Eddie.”'
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