#8x06 coda

[rebelcompany]

Go Slow, I'm New to This

911 (8x06 coda) - Buck/Eddie - Explicit - 7k

“I think I want to fuck a priest,” Eddie blurted out. Buck spluttered into his beer, leaning forward as he choked on it a little. “What?” Buck forced out from the back of his throat, still struggling with excess beer in his windpipe. “A priest, Buck. He told me I need to let myself feel joy,” Eddie clarified, arm still across the back of the couch, naked thighs open, beer in his hand. His posture portrayed confidence, comfort, but his heart rate rose as he spoke. Priest, he guessed, could maybe be a little ambiguous. He, however, could not. It was the first time he’d ever made the admission out loud - he wanted a man. It felt exhilarating, terrifying, and right.

My contribution to the 8x06 coda frenzy, Buck and Eddie put their compatible skills to use and almost talk about their feelings. This might be the smuttiest thing I've ever written. I love these boys, so much 🥲

[katyobsesses]

By its very definition

(1247 words) Summary:

By its very definition, Glee is about opening yourself up to joy, and that is exactly what Eddie Diaz is trying to do. He’s been punishing himself for almost six months for pushing Chris into his parents’ waiting arms. But he’s shaved off his mustached disguise, he’s had a dance around his living room, and now he’s sitting next to his - unusually quiet - best friend, watching a cringey teen musical dramady and… Enjoying it?

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After closing the door Eddie looked down at the beer in his hand and then at Buck - making himself at home on Eddie’s couch. Eddie frowned slightly then shrugged. If Buck wanted to talk - about whatever it was that had sent him here - then he would. Eddie didn’t bother walking around the couch, simply stepping up and over onto the cushions and sitting next to Buck as Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll continued playing from every speaker in his house. 

He unscrewed his beer and took a sip, before looking over at Buck.

Next to him Buck was still completely silent, his eyes staring straight forward but unseeing, and Eddie frowned again, taking another sip and waiting for Buck to break the comfortable silence between them.

Old Time Rock ‘n’ Roll ended, crossfading into Burning Love by Elvis, and, after a few seconds of the song, Buck finally spoke.

“Have you ever seen Glee?” Buck asked, and Eddie blinked in confusion.

“Bits and pieces,” He said, shrugging, “My sisters watched it… why?”

Buck was already reaching for the remote on the coffee table, turning on his TV and scrolling through Eddie’s Disney Plus account. Eddie turned off his music and watched with bemused amusement as Buck typed in Glee and pressed on the first result, settling into the couch and hugging a pillow to his chest, sipping on his beer.

Eddie wondered if he should go and put pants on, but decided to grab a blanket instead, laying it over his legs as he settled in comfortably too.

Again, if Buck needed to talk about whatever it was that had sent him to Eddie’s he would. If he simply wanted to watch a cringey teen musical dramady in silence sipping on beers? Then that’s what they’d do.

What Eddie hadn’t been expecting was to enjoy the show. 

They watched through the whole of the first episode in comfortable silence, each curled up in their own corners of the couch. It was weird to be watching something with Buck without him talking over it with random questions, or with his phone in hand googling those questions instead, but, honestly, as the episode went on Eddie found himself so engrossed with it that even the unusual silence and stillness from Buck wasn’t able to pull him away. 

Sure, it was cringey, and very much of it’s time, but there was a quality to it that made it… sort of charming. Not only that but, it was the sort of thing he’d never have allowed himself to watch as a teen. His sisters had watched it, but he’d always seen it as something a guy like him shouldn’t watch. It had singing, and dancing, and as such it was ‘for girls’. So he’d never joined his sisters.

And, well, he was sort of busy as it was airing, what with becoming a father, and getting married, and joining the army. 

But he was allowing himself, starting today, to do things that brought him joy and…

Apparently Glee was bringing him joy.

He huffed out laughs at the jokes and hummed along to the songs, and, as the episode ended with a rousing rendition of Don’t Stop Belivin’ , he’d even shed a tear. 

There was something about Mr. Schue deciding to leave something he loved to focus on providing for his wife and unborn child that had pulled at Eddie’s already weak heartstrings. 

And then he’d decided to stay, to… open himself up to joy instead of doing what was expected of him.

He’d given a soft chuckle when that plaque reading by its very definition, glee is about opening yourself up to joy had appeared on screen a few minutes into the episode, but… somehow he hadn’t expected the episode to lean so heavily on the sentiment.

It was scarily on the nose.

If he was someone like Buck, or Chim, he’d think it a sign from the universe and…

What if it was? 

Why was he denying that it could be? Hell, a priest had literally been sent to him in a juice bar that morning to tell him to open himself up to joy, and now his best friend had randomly turned up - after he’d shaved off his mustached disguise and danced half naked in his living room - and put on a show about singing and dancing and opening yourself up to joy .

Maybe the universe really was screaming at him…

“ From the top! ” Mr. Schue said on the screen, and the credits started to roll. Eddie wiped the lone tear from his cheek and swallowed against the rise of feelings that had suddenly started to swirl in his chest.

He was just like Mr. Schue, except… he hadn’t chosen Glee. He’d chosen the security of the Army when Shannon had told him she was pregnant. He’d married her and gone off to fight in a war instead of…

He wasn’t even sure what he would have done instead, if he was honest about it. He hadn’t had a Glee to fall back on. He and Shannon had barely been 19 when Chris had been born, Eddie hadn’t had the chance to find his glee…

Okay, so maybe he’d been denying himself joy for a lot longer than the five months Chris had been gone…

He blinked at the realization and emptied his beer, before placing it with a thud onto the coffee table and picking up the remote. He paused the second episode as it began to autoplay, and looked at Buck.

“What happened?” He asked Buck, who turned away from the TV screen and towards Eddie. His eyes were dulled, his mouth downturned, and he still clutched the pillow to his chest, but he no longer looked quite as downtrodden as he had when Eddie had opened the door to him. He blinked at the question, looking between the TV and Eddie.

“He chose the glee club,” Buck answered and Eddie snorted out a laugh.

“Not in the show , Buck,” He said, shaking his head, “But good to know you were paying attention and not just staring into space.”

Eddie turned his body completely towards Buck and gave him a look.

“Why are you here, and why are we watching Glee ?”

Buck sighed, then buried his face in the pillow. He mumbled something into the fabric. All Eddie could make out were the words Josh and post-glee world , Tommy and last . And possibly something about Abby, which surely wasn't right.

“Huh?” He asked, brows knitting together, and Buck’s face emerged once again. His eyes were misty.

“Tommy broke up with me,” He said simply, and definitely not the long rambling sentence he’d just mumbled.

But Eddie offered him a look of sympathy anyway, leaning over and giving his knee a squeeze before letting go.

“I’m sorry, do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asked. Buck shook his head, his jaw ticking as he grinded his teeth together. He grabbed the remote and unpaused the TV, settling back into the couch.

Eddie let him, he’d talk when he needed to talk, and honestly? Eddie wanted to keep watching the show. 

And that was something he was letting himself do, now, want things and follow through on that want. Even if they were small things like re-enacting that scene from Risky Business, or letting himself watch a show about a show choir.

Maybe next time he went to the juice bar, he'd actually get himself a juice.

[alivingtypo]

It Was A Matter of Time (2125 words) by alivingtypo Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s08e06 Confessions (9-1-1 TV), Coda, Coming Out, Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), 8x06 coda, Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Kinda?, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary: “You gonna tell me what’s going on with you?” Buck’s eyes found his and scanned down to Eddie’s bare thighs. He quirked an eyebrow. “Are you?” or Eddie distracts Buck from his break up with another confession

[tiringwritings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Josh Russo, Tommy Kinard, Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Feelings Realization, no beta i always die like a soldier, Post-Episode: s08e06 Confessions (9-1-1 TV), another 8x06 coda!!, Getting Together, First Kiss, Blow Jobs, Bottom Evan "Buck" Buckley, Top Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Idiots in Love, Evan "Buck" Buckley is a Mess, Let Buck Fuck, Bathroom Sex Summary:

One thing was clear: it wasn't how he had imagined his evening to go. Not even in his wildest dreams had he pictured himself like this—bent over, fucked by Eddie, of all people. But here he was, legs shaking, fingers clutching the edge of the sink like it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

or: another 8x06 coda where they end up fucking nasty :)

[bekkachaos]

why don't we dance away your fear of love?

8x06 coda | 1.5k

"I'm good," he said, followed by a nod as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“No you’re not,” Eddie got to his feet and left the room, drawing Buck’s eyes to him.

Seemed like he was going through a thing of his own. Buck didn’t even know Eddie owned tightey-whiteys. Not that he knew about all of Eddie’s underwear, but he’d only ever seen the guy in boxers before.

When he came back into view Eddie had a bottle of tequila in one hand and a pack of playing cards in the other.

“If we’re not talking then we’re drinking,” he said, giving Buck a smile and raising his eyebrows until Buck gave him the slightest of smiles.

Okay, so maybe that didn’t sound like the worst thing they could do.

or; Buck comes to Eddie's house because he can't bear to be alone. Eddie's trying to feel joy, and he lets Buck feel a little moment of it too.

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[plasticbagdepot]

soothe the soul

1.3k | 8x06 coda

Eddie slides open the peephole and looks through, and, like he just knew, on the other side of the door is Buck. He wastes no time closing the peephole and unlocking the door. Buck just looks at him blankly when Eddie opens the door. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even give Eddie’s whole get-up the little cock of his eyebrow, just pulls a bottle out of the six pack in his hand and hands it to Eddie as he pushes right past. “Don’t ask me how I am,”

buck goes to eddie; they talk

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[melancholyghoul]

It is done ! Another 8x06 coda for the books people ! 

Summary Below the cut <3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s08e06 Confessions (9-1-1 TV), Episode: s08e06 Confessions (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Break Up, Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard Bashing, First Kiss, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz First Kiss, Drunken Kissing, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Biting, Hair-pulling, Comfort, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs Summary:

There's a beat of silence as Eddie catches his breath, he has Buck's face in both of his hands. Their eye contact doesn't waver, they a fully seeing each other in this moment. Buck's eyes are wide and enchanting, he takes a sharp breath and swallows, on the exhale, 'Can I kiss you?'

He asks it without moving another muscle in his face. Eddie instantly gets flustered, heat rising to his cheeks, blood pounding in his ears. He's certain he must have heard incorrectly. He didn't just ask if he could-

'Please, Eddie, can I kiss you?' Buck grips Eddie's wrists in front of his face, Eddie feels such an intense fluttering in his stomach. He feels a sense of nerves and excitement that he has never felt before, not even back when he was a teenager and Shannon had asked for him to come behind the bleachers. He thinks back to what the priest said earlier today. He needs to choose joy.

'Yes.' he breathes, barely above a whisper.

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Another 8x06 coda because that couch scene is making me insane :)

[fiona-fififi]

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[hotshotsxyz]

where else but here, who else but us?

(8x06 coda) (buddie) (986 words)

Eddie wakes to the smell of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and for the first time in maybe his entire life, he lets himself luxuriate in it. If he’d actually made it to bed last night, he might even go back to sleep.

He stands and stretches, then shivers a little bit as the cool morning air tickles his bare thighs. Eddie grins. He just—

He did something for himself, and the world didn’t end. He did something for himself, and not only did the world not end, it got a little bit bigger and a little bit brighter. He did something for himself and Buck showed up, and that joy he was feeling burned a little bit hotter.

Eddie scoops his phone up off the floor and finds that it’s completely out of juice. He huffs a soft laugh and plugs it in. It’s a silly thought, but—Eddie can’t remember the last time his phone died. How could it, when he’s been so damn determined to avoid anything that might bring him a little joy. Hell, he hasn’t even been letting himself text Buck unless Buck texts him first.

He pads down the hall and into his bedroom and pulls on the softest pair of sweats he owns. He changes into an old, threadbare t-shirt, leans against the wall and exhales.

In his kitchen, Buck is making breakfast. In Texas, Christopher is safe and probably still asleep, and that’s a whole lot more than Eddie’s been letting himself acknowledge.  Here in LA, Eddie is alive and healthy and, if the priest that was maybe hitting on him is to be believed, allowed to forgive himself. He’s not there yet, but he can let himself join Buck in the kitchen.

On his way, Eddie makes a pit stop in the living room. His phone, up to an impressive 8% battery, has already reconnected to the Bluetooth speaker that’s tucked behind one of the photos on the mantle. He queues up a playlist that he and Buck have been curating together for years. Soft music fills the room and Eddie kind of wants to cry.

This is what he’s been denying himself. Easy mornings and raucous evenings and his best friend filling all the empty spaces he’s always been too afraid to try to fill himself. Eddie walks into the kitchen and finds Buck already looking for him.

“Morning,” Buck says, a little rough, like it’s the first word he’s said today. It probably is.

“Hey,” Eddie replies. He steps into Buck’s space and pulls him into a hug, just because he wants to. He feels Buck exhale and melt into him. “You okay?” he asks softly.

Buck pulls back from Eddie’s embrace and bites his lip. “I, uh—honestly?”

Eddie nods.

“I don’t really know,” Buck admits. “I think I just—or, I thought—I don’t know.” He lets out a frustrated huff.  

Eddie slides his hand down Buck’s arm until his fingers are circling Buck’s wrist. “You don’t have to,” he offers.

Buck’s head tips to the side. “You seem different,” he observes quietly.

“I am, I think,” Eddie says.

“What does that mean?” Buck asks

Eddie considers for a moment. “I think I’m just… ready to let some things go,” he says. “Maybe let some new things in.”

Buck smiles, small but genuine. “That’s—I’m glad.”

“Me too.” It’s incredible, but Eddie’s pretty sure he actually means it.

Buck’s gaze slides away from Eddie and hits the floor. “I, um. Me and Tommy. We—or, he—he broke up with me,” he says.

Something clenches in Eddie’s chest. “Then he’s an idiot,” he says.

“Maybe,” Buck says with a kind of hopeless shrug.

“He is,” Eddie says with conviction. “You’re—“ Sunshine. Joy. Perfect. Everything. He lets go of Buck’s wrist and twists their fingers together. “You’re the best person I know,” he says. “If Tommy couldn’t see that, that’s on him.”

Buck blows a disbelieving breath out through his nose. “He said I was going to break his heart.”

“Getting his heart broken by you would be a privilege,” Eddie replies before he can think better of it.

Buck lets out a pained noise. “But I wouldn’t—or, I didn’t want—” He cuts himself off with a frown. He looks up through his lashes and Eddie and Eddie—

Oh, Eddie wants.

“Anyone who’s lucky enough to be loved by you, even for a second, should know it’d be worth it,” he says.

“Eds,” Buck breathes.

“I mean it,” Eddie says, squeezing his hand. “And if you don’t, I’ll believe it enough for both of us.”

Buck laughs wetly. “You make it hard for a guy to wallow in a breakup, you know that?”

Eddie grins. “Good.” He steps back, tugging Buck’s wrist as he goes. “Come here,” he says, and Buck follows easily.

The coffee and bacon are quickly cooling on the counter, but there’s music in the air and Buck’s in his arms and Eddie’s pretty sure he wants to kiss his best friend. And he thinks that might even be a good thing.

“Eddie, what?” Buck asks breathlessly as Eddie puts a hand on his waist and spins them both.

“We’re dancing,” Eddie says, smiling.

“O-okay,” Buck says, clumsily following his lead.

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles from his chest. A small grin spreads across Buck’s face.

“Maybe I would have,” Buck murmurs quietly.

“What?” Eddie asks, spinning him again, just because he can.

“Broken his heart.”

Warmth spreads from Eddie’s chest to his fingertips. “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

Buck hums but doesn’t clarify further. Eddie, though, Eddie’s pretty sure he gets it.

He and Buck—well. It’s hard to imagine a world where they don’t choose each other, over and over and over again. It’s them. How could they ever end up anywhere but here?

Eddie wants. He tightens his grip on Buck and keeps dancing.

[rebelcompany]

I need to put some washing on and do some housework but all I've done for the past hour is sit on my phone and continue writing yet another fic

[userbuddie]

honey, i laugh when it sinks in 8x06 coda | pairing: buck/eddie | wc: 3.1k | rating: E

“You’re not gay.”

“So?”

Maybe he is. Maybe he isn’t. He doesn’t think it really matters. What matters is this, is them. Maybe Eddie’s queer, maybe it’s just Buck, but he knows he’s feeling something. Something he’s too happy to hold himself back from acting on.

“Eddie, I can’t risk you.”

“You’re not. You wouldn’t be. Do you want this?” Do you want me?

“Yes,” Buck answers immediately. “Yes, yes, of course I do. Have you seen you? Eddie, I’d be crazy not to.”

Eddie laughs, a bubbly, joyful little thing that rings like a bell. He doesn’t even recognize it coming out of himself, but it feels good. This feels good.

“Then want me,” he says. “Want me.”

or: what happens on the couch after 8x06

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[gayeddieagenda]

ode to joy

buck/eddie | 8x06 coda | rated e | 3.2k

“Okay,” Buck says. "Let's do that.” Eddie frowns. “Do what? Dance?” “Sure,” Buck says. “That, or whatever else you were thinking of doing. We can…be joyful.”

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[doeeyeseddie]

your shoulders brush (no proof, one touch)

“It’s not funny,” Buck whines. “I just thought– we have– were having a good time together. And he’s been so great through the whole figuring myself out, he made me feel so, um, so secure in my sexuality, you know?” “Well, you’re not any less bisexual if you’re not dating him,” Eddie shrugs. “So I guess he didn’t feel the same way, then?” “Kind of?” Buck turns on the couch and pulls one of his legs up. His knee nudges Eddie’s thigh, and Eddie is suddenly very aware that he’s not wearing pants. ~ a coda to 8x06

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[bekkachaos]

I wish I didn't linger on every thought

8x06 coda | 700 words

Buck goes to Eddie's so he doesn't have to be alone. They don't really talk, but they don't really need to. aka, a continuation of the final scene in 8x06

Eddie didn't get up to turn the music off, in fact he was quite enjoying it. He never really played music around the house and it had been far, far too quiet lately.

As he leant back he turned his head to look curiously at Buck. He looked like someone had dropped him in cold water and put him out on their doorstep. Then there was the way he had already finished his beer when Eddie was only halfway through.

He took another bottle from his six pack and held it up, looking back at Eddie who just shook his head and gestured to his own bottle.

Buck sighed, cracking it open and taking another long swig.

"Slow down there," Eddie said, nudging Buck's knee with his own. "You only brought six."

He smiled like he was prompting Buck to do the same, but he didn't.

"I'm sure you've got one or two in the fridge," he said instead, sullen and monotone.

"Probably," Eddie said, putting his bottle to his lips.

He bobbed his head to the song as it played, taking in a deep breath and resting his head against the back of the couch. He was trying really hard not to feel guilty for taking a moment to feel joy, to do something silly and frivolous just because he could. It felt nice, and he was going to lean into that. He had to.

He turned back to look at Buck, now with his elbows propped on his knees and his fingers peeling at the label on the bottle in his hands.

"You... want to talk about it?" he asked, watching the way Buck's lips tightened as he chewed on the inside of his cheek.

"No, not really," Buck said in that same listless voice.

He turned his eyes to Eddie, and god they were so sad. Eddie thought that maybe there might have already been tears, or that they were so glassy because he was desperately trying to hold them in. He knew when to push and when to just let him be though.

If Buck wanted to talk then he would (usually it was impossible to get him to stop), but that didn't seem to be what he needed right now.

Buck's eyebrow cocked slightly as he gave Eddie a once over look.

"Do you?" he asked.

Eddie smiled, shaking his head and letting out a low chuckle.

"Nah," he said, taking in a steadying breath. "No I'm um, I'm good."

It might be the first time in a long time that he's said that and actually meant it.

"Good," Buck nodded, turning away from him and back to the disintegrating label at his fingers.

"You want to put a movie on or something?" Eddie offered.

He didn't mind just sitting there with Buck, but he seemed like he could use something to take his mind of whatever seemed to be revolving around in his head, not to mention some company.

"Yeah," he said, lips growing soft in the corners. "That sounds good."

"Any suggestions?" Eddie asked, and Buck turned to look at him.

"Risky Business?" he said, completely straight faced.

Eddie just looked back at him a moment, holding his eyes until he saw just the hint of a sparkle, and his lips pulled up in a smile.

It was a shadow of his usual one, but it was there, it was enough to let Eddie know that he was okay, just hurting.

Eddie let out a laugh and shook his head.

"Alright wise guy," he said fondly, getting to his feet with a groan and reaching for the rest of the beers at Buck's side. "Give me those, I'll put them in the fridge, you just pick something."

He started walking towards the kitchen when he heard Buck's voice call him back.

"Hey Eddie?"

He turned, resting one hand on the wall and looking over at him with eyes that answered his soft question.

"Can I crash here tonight?" he said, eyes crinkling in the corners. "I just... kinda don't want to go back home."

Eddie's smile was warm, feeling. Seeing Buck so in need of comfort left a tugging sensation in his chest.

"Couch is all yours, anytime. You know that."

Buck let out a sharp sigh and Eddie watched just a little bit of relief flood over him.

"Thanks," he said.

Eddie just gave him a nod, watching for a moment as Buck reached for the remote before going to put the beers away, and check that he had enough in the fridge in case Buck needed just a little more.

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fraturday

Happy weekend everyone! I'm back with another fortnight of fic that I've read and loved recently. Last week absolutely got my brain spinning and vibrating so fast I couldn't stop to write my post...this week not so much lol. But as always you can find previous rec lists here. Prepare for an onslaught of some of my favourite codas, and spoilers for the season.

16 November 2024

oh, save your life (because you've only got one) by rcdwings is an incredible 8x06 coda in which Eddie dances for joy, answers the door, and has some realisations whilst listening to Buck. Exquisitely written, and so very sensual - Eddie is fully present in his body, heart and mind. (ETA: this fic appears to be removed at the moment, hoping it's temporary *crosses fingers*)

death wish love by @eddiebabygirldiaz a 15k 8x06 coda with an achingly good bittersweet tone, in which Buck and Eddie fall together and Buck does his damnedest not to look too hard at where they might land. Such a compelling and a clever look at the complexities of realising you've been in love with your best friend all this time.

The Billy Boils Breakup Anthem by @sibylsleaves takes a look at 8x05 but reexamining the episode themes to ask what if it had been intended to take place AFTER the break up in the series structure. It works incredibly well, whilst remaining tongue in cheek and keeping the episode's absurdist tone, but giving Buck an opportunity to self reflect on his past relationships.

Clarity by @xylodemon "Sorry." Buck yanks at his belt. "I didn't know it was Tighty-Whities Night at Casa de Diaz until I got here." This is a short but sweet smutty 8x06 coda, with some truly excellent fine tuned banter and dialogue that had me grinning from ear to ear.

meanwhile the world goes on by @cranberrymoons is an 8x06 love letter to getting OUT, going on a run and 'giving each other space to exist and breathe and be.' I love how Eddie gives himself the opportunity to really consider his decisions from a place of embracing what feels good, allowing Buck and Eddie to talk, and to tackle the future together.

making love to someone else by @pairofraggedclaws for those who love mess, a sinfully delicious coda in which Father Brian helps Eddie process his newfound realisations by pulling a Kim and pretending to be Buck.

wanna be your endgame by @absolutelybifurious in which Buck spirals about being Eddie's first after he confessed his love to him, and Maddie has the patience of a saint. This was such a funny and yet emotional take on this conundrum, and Buck was so very Buck about it all.

See you next week for the midseason finale...eek.

[tiltingheartand]

oh my heart, in this universe so vast

buck/tommy, teen, 8.3k; 8x06 fix-it/coda

Time keeps on passing, whether or not Buck wants it to. Talking to his family and friends helps.

Talking to Tommy helps, too. Eventually.

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