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Buddie Countdown to Season 8b:

69 days.

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OLIVER STARK as EVAN 'BUCK' BUCKLEY 9-1-1 - S08 E04 · No Place Like Home

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erin I hope you feel better !!!!! for a prompt perhaps mmm first christmas together as a couple?

Thanks for the prompt, Murk! I know it's after Christmas, but better late than never, right. This doubles as an entry for this week's @winterofbuddie theme, holiday history.

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Buck didn’t get Eddie anything for Christmas.

It’s not that he didn’t try. He started before Thanksgiving, trawling through online gift guides, wandering through the mall, searching Google—‘gifts for boyfriend for first Christmas together’ and ���best present for love of your life’. He’s agonized over fancy cuff links (but Eddie rarely dresses up) and cashmere sweaters (what if it doesn’t fit?) and expensive watches (Eddie’s not a watch guy). He had a moment where he thought he’d figured it out—he’d get Eddie an experience, something they could do together—but everything he could think of were things they’d already done a hundred times, so that, too, turned out to be a bust.

It’s been—awful. The whole Christmas season has felt like an extended panic attack, like Buck hasn’t been able to take a full breath since Halloween. Eventually he broke down and admitted to Eddie he was having trouble picking something for him, and of course Eddie said, “You don’t have to get me anything, Buck,” all sincere and understanding, but that didn’t make Buck feel any better. A really good boyfriend wouldn’t have had to ask. A really good boyfriend would never accept the possibility of showing up empty-handed.

And yet here he is. Empty-handed. So what does that say about him?

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RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO "EDDIE" DIAZ & OLIVER STARK as EVAN 'BUCK' BUCKLEY 9-1-1 - S08 E04 · No Place Like Home

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RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO "EDDIE" DIAZ 9-1-1 - S08 E04 · No Place Like Home

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oh btw woke up from a dream this morning where father brian went to the 118 under the guise of checking in on bobby (and it's not so much a guise—he really did want to know) but he made sure to run into eddie on his way out and they were right at the front of the station by the big doors but hidden away behind the engine and they did the whole akward fumbling blushing greeting and brian complimented him without the mustache too and eddie was far too pleased. anyway eddie asked why he was there and brian said "you're a difficult person to shake off, eddie" and then "i can't stop thinking about you" and eddie's eyes widened and he was like "oh um i'm still straight" and brian went "how do you know?" and eddie was like "because i do" brian "but how can you know if you've never even thought about it?" eddie "well because" brian "you never know if you don't try, eddie. one kiss. one kiss and either way you know for sure" and eddie agreed and then they kissed and it got messy fast and then the bell rang and stopped them but eddie is very gay and he got into the engine and he looked over at buck and he panic attacked so hard i woke up short of breath

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@queerfables and @daffi-990 have tagged me recently to share something i'm working on. a bit more from the post-sex pollen mortification tango:

"I can't believe you," Eddie mutters, not for the first time since Buck hustled him into the car and pressed a travel mug of coffee into his hands, taking humiliatingly obvious care not to touch Eddie at all while he did it. They're sitting close, but Buck's got his long legs tucked in under the cramped waiting room chair so that their knees don't accidentally bump. Eddie hates it. "I just think we should wait for the toxicology to come back before—" "I'm not still drugged," Eddie hisses. He'd be louder, but the waiting room is kind of full, and he doesn't really want witnesses for this argument. Ideally, he'd rather not be having this argument at all, but Buck doesn't seem inclined to cooperate. "You kissed me," Buck hisses back. "Because I wanted to, not because of sex mushroom residue!" "Since when do you want to?"  "I don't know!" Eddie throws up his hands, then slouches back in his chair with a scowl. "Since forever, probably. Since when do you want to kiss me back? Which you did, let me remind you." Buck's mouth pulls down into a defensive little pout that is unfortunately adorable. That's not even a new observation. Eddie is an idiot. "That's different." "Oh yeah? How?"

no-pressure tagging @homerforsure, @fraddit, @ponyregrets, @wildehacked, @incognitajones, and anyone else who wants to play!

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buddie getting each other's arm tattoos tattooed around their ring fingers.

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eddie diaz really spent a whole episode saying i told my son he can do anything he sets his mind to and i still want to believe that but as he grows up im so scared hes going to get hurt because he charges into untested situations so confidently. but i want him to keep believing in himself. and everyone around him said “hmm you should accept your son has limited options for his future and help him realize one of those safe and easy goals instead :)” and ONLY EVAN BUCKLEY said “thats STUPID chris CAN do anything everyone else shut the fuck up forever if youre just going to waste the vibes” and then he spent the rest of the episode offscreen building/buying christopher a massive accessible skateboarding rig and both eddie and christopher got to keep the power of belief in determination because he said nope. you two are right. keep going im right here with you

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can you find me soon

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#8 for Buddie? 🫶🏻

8. ...in secrecy.

This got long, so it's on ao3. Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukkah, etc.

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It’s Chris’s welcome home party, and it has to be perfect. Buck’s already decorated Chim and Maddie’s house—it has to be at Chim and Maddie’s, because the loft is too small and Chris and Eddie are staying at an Airbnb until the month is out and they can move back into the house. (Buck is so fucking glad he convinced Eddie to rent it out instead of selling. God.) He’s ordered a cake from this cool place in Pasadena, he’s got soda, he’s got sparkling water, he’s got beer and rosé for the grownups, he’s got a bunch of homemade little kid snacks for Jee and Mara and the friends they’ve invited over to keep them from annoying the teens too badly—a whole tray of pigs-in-blankets, cheese puffs, candy necklaces, baby carrots—and then he’s got food for the teens. Flavored popcorn and takis and pizza from Chris’s favorite pizza place and Bobby’s mac’n’cheese. He’s got a stack of presents. He’s got a party playlist with songs that were curated from Chris’s spotify so Chris will definitely like them. He’s got ten of Chris’s old buddies running around in the backyard, plus Harry and Denny (when did Harry get so freaking tall?), Carla, and everybody’s parents. It’s perfect. It has to be perfect. 

“You need to calm down,” Maddie says, putting her hand on his arm. Her eyes are doing that huge, sympathetic shiny thing, and that’s totally not necessary. 

“I’m calm ,” Buck says, pausing in his rearranging of the pizza boxes. Look, he doesn’t want people to fill up on the veggie pizzas first when they’ve got a couple actual vegetarians in the house who won’t be able to eat the pepperoni if the pepperoni’s what’s left over at the end. It’s not anxiety, it’s efficiency! 

Maddie squeezes his arm. “Evan. It’s just Chris.” 

“Exactly,” he says. “It’s Chris!” He hasn’t seen Chris once in ten months, except for a couple of heartbreaking calls on FaceTime. He knows the two of them got in late last night, and Eddie wanted him to come over this morning, but Buck had too much party planning to do. And for what? Who knows if he’ll even like all this stuff anymore. What if it’s too uncool, too little kiddie? What if he hates it? What if he takes one look at this party and asks Eddie to take him back to El Paso? What if Buck just got them back and now he’s about to lose them again? Because he doesn’t think he could take that. It was awful letting Chris go, and it was awful letting Eddie go, and Buck spent three months thinking they were never coming back, and now they are, and he’s happy about it, shit, of course he’s happy, but he also feels a little bit like. Like he’s Charlie Brown, waiting for Lucy to yank away the football. He’s trying to baby the wound before it gets ripped open again. 

The doorbell rings. Everyone scrambles to get behind the couch. 

“Breathe,” Maddie says, and kisses his forehead before going to answer the door. 

Chris has been told he’s having dinner with Buck plus the Buckley-Hans. He probably knows it’s actually a welcome home party, because he knows what they’re like, but Buck’s stomach is still tight with nerves when Maddie pulls the door open. 

Chris and Eddie are standing on the stoop. Chris is taller. Eddie said as much on the phone, and obviously Buck’s seen pictures, but the reality doesn’t hit him until this exact moment. He’s so tall. His face is sharper, more angular, a teenager’s face. Buck’s eyes prickle with tears. 

“SURPRISE,” everyone screams, and Chris’s face splits into a huge toothy smile, the same smile he’s had since Buck met him at seven years old.

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eddie is 33 years old when he realizes he's in love with his best friend.

choosing my confessions by nosferaghoul

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not sure what will happen in the show but i personally think eddie getting proposed to would be very sweet…i understand why ppl want to see eddie propose, but i just feel in my heart that buck is the one who would propose🤷‍♀️

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"post without tags?" OH IM FUCKING SORRY #BEES #9/11

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i can't see you (the light is in my face) | 15.6k (E)

"What are we drinking today?" Eddie asks as he carries the teapot over to the kitchen table from the counter. He sets it down on the woven grass placemat in the centre of the table and slides into the seat opposite his abuela.

"Blue tea," she says, pushing her teacup towards him.

"And why do they call it that?" He raises an eyebrow at her before picking the teapot back up again to pour her some. He flushes when it comes out a dazzling blue. Abuela just rolls her eyes at him, a glint of amusement sparkling there.

"Rosa from book club gave me some," she tells him, lifting her cup and inhaling some of its steam. "She said it's made from butterfly pea flowers, so it tastes very floral."

Eddie pours himself a cup, watches the blue pool against the white porcelain and thinks of Buck. They'd talked briefly on the drive between the station and his abuela's. But Buck had been late for lunch with Bobby, and Eddie had let him go even though he'd wanted to sink his nails into the phantom of Buck's voice.

"Oh, hey, wait there." Eddie drifts back to the kitchen counter and picks a lemon from the fruit bowl. He slices it into wedges and takes two of them with him back to the table. "Buck told me about this stuff. I think he tried every tea under the sun after his coma. Did a bunch of research on all the different health benefits of them. I'll have to ask him for recommendations." He drops back into his seat and sets a wedge of lemon onto Abuela's saucer. "Says a chemical in the lemon is supposed to..." He squeezes the juice into his tea and grins as it begins to react. "Ah! Purple tea!" He tilts his cup just enough for Abuela to catch a glimpse of it.

"Oh!" She clasps her hands together, eyes lighting up, before reaching for her own wedge of lemon.

Eddie watches her stir the purple into her blue tea with a childlike glee, lets his own frivolous joy spread through him like hot tea. Accepts it for what it is. Little blessings, his abuela used to say. Life is full of little blessings. And Eddie is learning to welcome them without guilt. He pulls his phone out under the table and taps out a quick text:

Having blue tea with Abuela. Your lemon trick worked! But now she thinks you're a witch that's corrupted me with the dark arts :/

"Eddito?" Abuela pokes him in the shoulder with her teaspoon, and Eddie slips his phone back into his pocket like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, um." He picks his cup up for the first time, convinces himself it's just the rising steam that has a flush bleeding through his cheeks as he takes a sip. He wrinkles his nose. "It's... Very blue?"

"Mm." She nods, tight-lipped. "Not the best we've had. But the lemon definitely made it better."

"And some honey might make it tolerable," Eddie says as he plucks the jar from the small tea caddy against the wall. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out greedily as he stirs the honey into his tea.

eddie tell her that blue tea helps heart and brain health and that the lemon boosts your immune system so if i am a witch i'm at least a nice holistic witch

tell her eddie tell her

:(

"Who is that?" Abuela asks, raising an eyebrow at his phone.

"Just Buck."

But she'll just think you've bewitched me into saying it. Which you basically did.

"Ah, Buck," she says sagely.

are you calling me bewitching diaz?

i might have gone with beguiling but whatever

Eddie snorts, tucks his phone under his thigh and takes another sip of his tea.

"It's definitely better with the honey," he says. Abuela just stares at him, hear head cocked slightly to the left the way it is whenever she's stuck on a sudoku puzzle. "What?"

"Nothing." She shrugs. "How is Buck?"

(OR: eddie makes a new friend, she makes some assumptions, eddie spirals about it in his patented life-ruining way)

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favorite 9-1-1 eps: 5x06 BRAWL IN CELL BLOCK 9-1-1