#isabelle evans

[dr-lizortecho]

Timeless for @ajna-eye-cogitations

time breaks down your mind and body don't you let it touch your soul- it was like an age-old classic the first time that you saw me

[reverie-verse]

Please tell me someone has seen 1999 version of Roswell (Obviously this is the best version hands down). I grew up watching this show with my mom and brother. Honestly I’m soooooooooo down to write some fics. Single, platonic or ships 😂😂😂

Let me know!!!!!!

This low key a psa to watch it because y’all are soooo missing out and I need someone to talk to 😂

-Rie

[carolinahope]

One of my favourite headcanons, based on absolutely nothing in canon, that you can pry from my cold dead hands, is that Isabel is teaching Buck Diaz family recipes.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Abuela and Eddie are talking to each other after the Madney wedding) Abuela: Buck looked so cute with that soot all over his face.. Eddie(smirks): Yeah, that was cute, huh? Abuela: His sister must think she raised him so well... (Phillip and Margaret Buckley suddenly appear) Margaret:(chuckling)...Y'know, we were there too, y'know...When Buck was growing up. (Abuela and Eddie just stare at them) Phillip: Y'know, because we're Buck's parents. Abuela(to Eddie, in Spanish):...I thought your fire captain and his wife were Buck's parents? Eddie(in Spanish): They are, these people just gave birth to Buck, so humour them. [in English] MR AND MRS. BUCKLEY, HI...!

[poughkeepsies]

Buck goes over to say hi to Isabelle at the wedding and introduces her to Tommy and of course she's so excited to see him and calls Tommy handsome and does all the right things and then the minute they turn away she leans in to Eddie and whispers "He can do better. I bet Tommy doesn't even have a silver star."

[sofa-king-lame]

Nothing for Christmas

Buck invites him to spend the whole day at Maddie’s, but Eddie is honest with him and says he just wants to be alone. Christmas is too much this year, and being around people getting to spend time with their kids would just make him feel worse.

Buck agrees a little too easily so really, Eddie shouldn’t be surprised when Buck shows up at eleven on Christmas morning. He lets himself in, arms laden with containers of food, and a six-pack carefully balanced between his head and his shoulder.

or

The one where Buck gets Eddie what he really wants for Christmas.

Relationship: Buck/Eddie

Word Count: 3,809

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[hisbucky]

Buck: If I marry your dad — Chris: If? There is no if. There is only will. You will marry my dad and that's on bisabuela and Pepa. Isabel, nodding: It is true, I will make sure of it. Pepa: You didn't think just anybody was able to come to the family dinners, did you mijo? No no no, you are stuck with Eddie for life.

[htrah18]

every time a fic references anyone in the diaz family doing the sign of the cross on buck for protection i CRY and SOB like that shit is so damn sweet omg

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

alien blast 👽

[periodcostumefantasylover]

Immortals 2011

[lonelychicago]

fuck it friday! 💌

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okay so, idk if I'll ever finish it or post this fic. but! i had this idea of abuela suddenly coming out to eddie bc she found a gf that makes her so so so happy and eddie spending time with them and realizing he could have that too!! that second chances are possible!!! that it's okay!!!

anyway, i have a lot of thoughts and feelings and ideas so here's a lil snippet + a moodboard <33

“I wasn't expecting Abuela to introduce me to her girlfriend,” Eddie says, tilting his head and grinning softly. “But after seeing you two together? It makes sense. You make her happy.”

“She makes me happy, too.” Ruth giggles, like a schoolgirl talking about her crush. “And to be honest, Isabel was a surprise for me, too. I think that's just her effect.”

Ruth gets this look, talking about Abuela. A look that's so familiar to Eddie like the knowledge of breathing— the same look his Abuelo used to have when telling Eddie the story of how he met one Isabel Diaz, and how eventually he managed to marry her and form a beautiful family. The look that's on every inch of his parents’ faces on their wedding photos that are hung all around their home in Texas. The same look Bobby gets when Athena drops unannounced by the station. The look Chimney and Hen get when talking about Maddie and Karen.

The look Eddie knows as a fact it's on his face when someone mentions Buck or when the guy enters a room and Eddie can't help but to feel immediately drawn to him, like a magnetic force, like a moth to a flame.

Ruth shakes her head and turns around, gazing towards where Buck and Iaabel are dancing in the middle of the bar. Buck is laughing hard, with his head tilted back and his cheeks a rosy tint, Abuela chuckling as she tries to twirl the too tall man around.

“He’s special too, y'know. Your boy.” Ruth says so low that Eddie almost doesn't heat it over the music of the bar. “He reminds me of an old friend I had.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ruth smiles softly. “He was a good man. The kind of man that shines brighter than the sun, you know what I mean?” And then, Ruth turns to him, a knowing glint in her eyes. “The kind of man you'd be a fool to let get away.”

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[glorious-spoon]

17 and/or 28?

hello nonnie! i went with 28: surprising them with their favorite treat. love is stored in the kitchen, etc.

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"No, no, I'm not doing it for you," Abuela says, swatting his arm lightly with her dishtowel in that way that makes Eddie feel like he's taken a step backward through time, back to the sunny little kitchen in the house she sold three years ago to move back to Texas, back to being eight years old again and hanging around while she baked, even though he was supposed to be too old for all that by then. She's frailer now, but her eyes are just as sharp as she folds Eddie's fingers back around the egg he's trying to hand to her. "You're never going to learn if I do it for you."

"We're going to run out of eggs before I get it right at this point," he complains. They've gone through three already, the yolks broken and bleeding into the whites and therefore useless.

"You can use them to make a frittata. Or an omelet. Something. They won't go to waste."

He squints at her. "Was that a metaphor?"

"Come on, come on. Josephina is picking me up in an hour, if you want this cake to happen it's got to happen now."

"I could just buy one," Eddie says halfheartedly, like this whole enterprise wasn't his idea in the first place. God knows why. He's managed to drag himself a good few steps above boxed mac and cheese in the cooking department, but baking remains an intimidating mystery. It's not like he couldn't just buy one. It's Los Angeles. Plenty of places local to find tres leches cake, even if it won't be his abuela's recipe.

She probably would have made him one herself if he asked. Almost definitely would have. But once he got the idea in his head it felt—important, like Buck's laborious perfecting of the lasagna he's planning to make for them tomorrow, like Bobby's home-cooked meals at the station. Something about doing it himself.

Something about home-cooked meals, and about love, that it's definitely too early to say to Buck, at least in so many words. But he kind of wants to say it all the same.

He cracks the egg—gently, this time. The glistening yellow yolk remains intact, cradled in one half of the shell as the white slides away into the bowl beneath. Eddie holds his breath, holding his hand still until the separation is complete, feeling more than a little bit like he's defusing a bomb here. Then he finally drops the yolk into its own separate bowl with a feeling of absurd triumph.

Abuela squeezes him with a startling amount of strength for a woman who's more than a few years past eighty, but her voice is very gentle. "Perfect, Eddito. Now we just need four more like that."

Eddie breathes out a shaky laugh and reaches for another egg.

-

By six o'clock, Pepa is on her way over and the cake is cooling in the refrigerator, waiting for the leches mixture—the counter wiped clean, Abuela installed in a dining room chair sipping a cafecito from one of the little red cups that she bequeathed to Eddie when she moved away. They talk about inconsequential things: Christopher, his dad's retirement, his parents' tentative plans for a cruise, which makes Eddie wince and bite his tongue. Christopher again. Buck's name comes up, because of course it does, it always has. For years he's been so entwined with their lives that there's no way to talk about Eddie and Christopher for any length of time without mentioning Buck.

It feels more revealing now. Or maybe that's just that now Eddie knows there's something to reveal.

He's not trying to hide it. It's new, but he's never felt so sure about something in his life. He just doesn't know quite how to go about saying it; any of the words he can come up with feel too clumsy, too inadequate.

It's not until Pepa's car pulls in the driveway that she leans over to pat his hand where it's resting on the table. "He's going to love it. Tu novio, he'll be so happy you baked that just for him."

"That's assuming I don't mess anything else up," Eddie says, and then registers the rest of that sentence. Your boyfriend. His heart stutters for a moment, but settles fast. She's still smiling at him.

"You won't," she says.

He breathes out; laughs a little, breathless. "How did you know?"

"I'm old and wise," she says puckishly. Then, gentler, "You talk about him like you're in love."

Outside, the car door opens and shuts. Pepa starts up the walk. Eddie takes another breath, and nods. He feels a little flayed open, but it's a good feeling, to be seen like this. A little raw, but good. "I am. I—really am."

Abuela slides out of her chair and holds out her arms; Eddie folds into them like he's not a head taller than her these days. They're still standing like that, swaying a little, when Pepa comes in.

-

Buck is over the next night for dinner, a frequent if irregular occurrence whenever they both have the same evening off. They don't actually cook together, because Buck is kind of a control freak in the kitchen, but Eddie sets the table with Chris's sullen adolescent assistance, and puts on some music, and he remembers as he does it those evenings when he'd see his grandparents dancing together in the kitchen after dinner, the easy sway of their bodies. He's half-tempted to try and pull Buck into a dance, but right now Buck is frazzled and wearing an apron splattered with béchamel as he swears under his breath at the lasagna, so Eddie can wait.

It all comes out perfectly, because of course it does, and Eddie kisses him after he sets it down on the table, ignoring Chris's disgruntled noise. Buck smiles against his lips and kisses him back.

"Smells amazing," Eddie offers.

"It only took me five tries to get it right."

"Well, I appreciate you not burning my kitchen down."

"You're not funny," Buck pouts, but he leans in for another kiss.

"I'm starving," Chris says pointedly, and they break apart, laughing.

"You forget how to serve yourself, mijo?"

"No," Chris says, but he's smirking a little as he dishes himself a generous helping of lasagna and passes the spatula over to Eddie.

It's not that different, all told, from any of the other meals they've had together over the years. That's something that keeps tripping Eddie up: how little has actually changed. Other than the part where he's allowed to touch Buck as much as he wants now; other than the fact that he lets himself notice how much he wants.

For Chris's sake, he's discreet about it, but he curls his hand over Buck's knee under the table once they're all served. Buck ducks his head and smiles, a pretty flush dusting his cheeks, and Eddie leaves his hand there for the rest of the meal.

They clean up together, and Buck insists on helping even when Eddie tries to shoo him out of the kitchen, though he honestly doesn't try that hard. Chris escapes into the dining room when Buck pulls Eddie into a shuffling, impromptu dance to some Taylor Swift song on the radio—he must have stealthily changed the station when Eddie wasn't paying attention—but he ducks his head back in a few minutes later to ask if they're going to eat the cake.

"There's cake?" Buck asks, bemused.

"Tres leches," Eddie admits, and now he's blushing. "Abuela's recipe."

"You got Isabel to make me tres leches?" Buck asks, looking delighted.

"Okay, okay, it's not just for you—"

"Dad made it," interjects Chris, the traitor. "Can we please eat it now?"

Now Buck's expression has gone all soft, so sparkling and warm that Eddie can barely look directly at it. "You made me a cake?"

"You cooked dinner," Eddie counters, crossing over to open the fridge and pull the covered pan out. The whipped cream isn't in those graceful swirls that his abuela always did, but he's pretty sure it'll taste okay. It all looks okay, anyway. "Don't worry, I had supervision. It's probably edible."

"It looks amazing," Buck says, but he's not looking at the cake; he's looking at Eddie. Eddie tries to duck his head, and Buck catches his chin before he can manage it, and kisses him. It lingers sweetly for a moment, and then he grins and pulls away. "You made me a cake."

"Yeah, yeah," Eddie says, and thinks, I love you, I love you.

He doesn't say it out loud, not yet. But by the way Buck is beaming at him, Eddie thinks maybe he got it all the same.

[coderooster]

Buck and Eddie plan to propose to each other on the same day (anniversary or coincidence). In preparation, they make the rounds to ask permission for the other’s hand, because even though it’s a bit outdated they feel it’s important for them as a couple to do.

Eddie goes to Maddie first. She’s over the moon, telling Eddie it’s about time and that he’s had her blessing since the day Buck came home raving about the insufferable new guy at work. She feels a little guilty allowing this because she’s been helping Buck plan his own proposal, but if anything, the fact that the two are planning to propose at the same time shows just how much they belong together.

Bobby is the other person Eddie asks. Despite not being related, everyone knows how significant Bobby is in Buck’s life, with their father-son bond being seen but unmentioned. Bobby initially doesn’t understand why Eddie is asking him so Eddie has to explain how important Bobby’s blessing would be to both of them. He happily agrees, fighting off tears of pride over the thought of his kid settling down with the man he handpicked for him.

Buck obviously asks Christopher first. It’s so important that Christopher is onboard with the whole thing, having had many similar conversations over the course of Buck and Eddie’s relationship to avoid anymore broken salad bowls. Christopher is ecstatic at the thought of Buck legally becoming his family, eagerly giving his blessing with an air of ‘you’re an idiot to think I would say no’ that only a teenager can pull off. Their conversation ends with an ominous remark from Chris that Buck better hurry up and do it soon, stemming from the exact same conversation being had days prior with Eddie.

Abuela is next on Buck’s list. Being the matriarch of the Diaz family, her approval would be significant for Buck’s family-oriented ‘nester’ of a boyfriend, who had struggled to shake the last few teachings from his upbringing. Besides, even though she moved back to Texas, Isabel is Eddie’s favourite Diaz outside of Christopher. She respects Buck for asking her and gives her full blessings on the condition that he send her a picture of the ring and a video of the proposal.

Finally, Buck goes to Shannon. Despite their tumultuous relationship, there is no doubt that Eddie loved her fiercely, comparing every subsequent partner to her until he got together with Buck. Because of this, Buck feels it’s important he let her know about his plans. He visits her grave, sharing updates on how Eddie and Chris are doing, assuring her he doesn’t want to replace her but explaining how he feels both he and Eddie are finally ready to take that final step in their relationship. He thinks the best way to honour her memory and her own relationship with Eddie is to ask for her blessing. While he knows he won’t get an answer, Buck swears he hears a whisper on the wind saying ‘yes’.

[warpedpuppeteer]

Isabel Diaz looking at Madney exchanging vows and telling Eddie "I hope you get your happy ending like this too Eddieto" and Eddie either getting interrupted by Buck coming over to tell him something or he ducks his head with his eyes soft and the camera pans to or focuses on Buck in the background instead.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

abuela playing Good Luck, Babe! on aux as she and eddie drive home after she sees his gay ass pining after buck at that wedding

[sofa-king-lame]

Snippet Sunday

My Christmas fic still tentatively titled 'Nothing for Christmas' is done! It will be uploaded sometime tomorrow, but for now here is a snippet:

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“You cooked. I clean,” Eddie orders, pointing a finger at Buck who raises his hands in surrender. Eddie only manages to get four of the seven containers into the fridge before there’s a knock at the door. ‘Who the fuck drops by unannounced on Christmas Day,’ Eddie thinks to himself, irritated. Well, except for Buck. But his presence never really counts as being unannounced, not when he has a key. 

“Want me to get that?” Buck calls out. He’s closer, but Eddie thinks he’d probably end up inviting whoever it is in. 

“I got it,” Eddie sighs. Whoever it is will be getting a perfectly polite greeting and request to kindly fuck off. He’s going to take whatever time he can with Buck before he moves. Eddie plasters his best ‘I was raised to be polite but you are definitely not welcome here’ smile on his face and opens the door to greet - 

“Hi Dad,” Christopher says quietly from his spot in Eddie’s fucking front yard. 

“Christopher?” Eddie whispers in disbelief. Abuela is next to him, holding a backpack and grinning. 

“Merry Christmas,” Abuela says, gently nudging Chris forwards towards his father. 

“Chris, oh my god,” Eddie croaks, crouching in front of him. He doesn’t have to go down as far as he did last time they saw each other. Eddie tries not to think too hard about how much time they've lost. 

“I’m ready to come home now,” Chris murmurs, crashing into Eddie. They hold each other tight, and by the time they pull apart they’re both crying. 

“How did you – how?” Eddie asks, voice hoarse and breaking. 

“Buck called,” Abuela chimes in, stepping forward to give Eddie a hug of her own. She plants two firm kisses on his cheeks and oh Eddie has missed her so much. Eddie whips around to face Buck, who is standing behind him smiling sheepishly. 

“I pulled a few strings,” he admits. “Merry Christmas, Eddie.” 

--

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