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One thing I will always ALWAYS add to my eddie centric buddie fics is that his first proper love was with a boy in the army who died on his second tour-- like imagine the absolute raw and damaging effect that would have on him, not only his internalised homophobia but the belief that loving a boy is wrong and him dying was the punishment for it.

(extra points if he was there/did something that indirectly caused it like asking him to remove his helmet to see his new haircut or distracting him into ower his gun/turning his head.)

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Rip Ryan Guzman you tried your best to avoid spoiling s8b and Oliver has one good day and decides to tell the world about Buddie canon

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Oh somebody SEDATE me he looks so good this season

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Generational Drawl

Chris can’t escape the ghost of his father. From the bedroom to the kitchen, from cigarette burns in the bathroom sink to the rough, worn concrete in the backyard—everything around him echoes a teenage Edmundo Diaz. A man Chris has been desperately trying to ignore.

But his dad isn't just a shadow; he's a living, breathing force in the Diaz household. As Chris unravels the pieces of his father's childhood—buried beneath military honours, rigid discipline, and unspoken expectations—he begins to see the boy his father once was. A childhood long buried under fire trucks and distant girlfriends.

or; during his time in El Paso, Chris begins to understand why his father is the way he is, piecing together memories from stains on the wall, overheard conversations, and half-formed questions. As he digs deeper into the fragments of Eddie Diaz’s life, Chris learns just how lost the man really is.

And maybe, just maybe, Chris and Eddie can start to understand each other—and help each other find their way home.

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IT’S TUESDAY!!🍦🧡✨

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Someon give me scene ideas based on this snippet of Buck and Eddie in my fic

Buck tastes it, tastes the words Eddie Diaz speaks in an easy voice riddled with something that when they spit at each other in the gym, he licks his lips and wants to lunge. He tastes him when their shoulders meet on his way out and it's ugly.

“I just did it while people were shooting at me, is all.”

And suddenly, with brown meeting blue, heavy and dull blending together in waves of heat Buck realises Eddie had done what he couldn't stomach to do.

At twenty, Eddie was moulded to the magazine of a gun and the taste of sand, shaped into a shell and filled with spite and fear.

It hits Buck like a ton of fucking bricks that he's looking at someone who has had his hands burried in open stomachs and missing limps of men below the age of twenty, has watched men die in uniform the same colour as the ground in a different way each time.

Buck is looking at a man that has pulled the trigger of a gun and is able to stand with a smile and try to make amends with him.

Eddie Diaz makes Buck sick.

But it isn't until they're locked in an ambulance pulling a grenade out of a thigh that he sees him fully and more than a soldier or a rival. Sees a man with shrapnel scars and bitten lips who isn't scared to die.

It isn't until the ambulance blows up and Eddie offers his support to watch Bucks back that he sees a man who has a son, a roof over his head and nothing more

It isn't until he babysits for him, it isn't until he hires a care assistant, loses his son in the waves of disaster and is crushed by a firetruck that he sees Eddie for who he really is. Not some amazing war hero, not some untouchable man with a body made from the gods that is prideful and all-knowing. Eddie is a man who smiles with a mouth familiar to the texture of sand, guilt and loss.

Buck understands him ten feet away, and realises when Eddie's blood coats his mouth that he needs to make him understand.

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devil like me

Being a firefighter rattles his bones and curdles his blood. It’s there and there and just so loud at first he wants to tear the stitches and let the foreign feeling bleed back out onto the floor. It keeps him awake at night, puts him to sleep. It breaks him and heals him and it does everything Eddie has craved to taste since he was discharged. Since he was able to ride a bike, climb a tree. He gets into the 118 with a nauseating feeling burrowing itself into the bends of his body, and meets people he can’t stand. He can’t stand how exceptional they are– how they just are.

But when he's pulling out a grenade lodged into . someone's thigh with a man with a birthmark, pleated in the corner of his eye and a smile that's so achingly familiar he can taste it on his tongue – he realises how ridiculous he is.

Or; Eddie burries away all his memories from the military and tries his best not think about it. But one day Buck finds Eddies old clothes and decides to wear them to a dinner party.

Eddie doesn't know how to feel.

Or or; Buck wears Eddies old Army shirt and dog tags.

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ngl I miss the pornstache a bit. so sue me. look at my little hairy princess

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“Do you think soldiers go to heaven?”

Bobby is clearly taken aback by the question and opens his mouth to answer, but stops. After a long intake of breath he looks over at Eddie and nods. “I do. Do you?”

With heavy hands he watches the eyes of Jesus unmoving above him with wounds fresh and open, bleeding against the smell of timber, wood and home. The nails are thick, and Eddie empties his lungs as he confesses.

“No. And if I'm being honest—

—I hope not.”

Or; Eddie runs into Bobby in church and they talk about a lot of things—

Mainly Buck and his loud, alive heart that keeps Eddie awake and stricken with guilt.