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3x09 Fallout // 6x06 Tomorrow.

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Buddie Countdown to Season 8b:

99 days.

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Buck & Eddie | Talking With Your Boyf Best Friend

(2x01) (3x09) (8x06) (8x07) (8x08)

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Evan "Buck" Buckley + Shorts 9-1-1

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Yeah, um....yeah, people-- people go away and i-it's sad and it hurts. But, you know, not everyone goes away forever. Sometimes they come back, and as much as we miss them, that's how happy we are to see them again.

Evan "Buck" Buckley + being left behind

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Buck helping Eddie to stay in L.A. versus helping Eddie leave L.A. 9-1-1, S02E04 & S08E08

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Sentences on Saturday

I was tagged by @playinginthunderstorms! Thanks, friend!! Like all of us, I too am working on an 8x08 coda haha. This one dealing with The Will and inspired by this post by @livesbetweenpages.

“Hmm,” Eddie hums, noncommittal. He puts the remote down, giving up on the ruse. “So you like it?” he asks, as if Buck hasn’t already said as much. “You think I should do it?” Those are two very different questions. Buck scrubs his hands on his thighs and chooses to only answer the first one. “Yeah, man. It looks great. How close is it to your parents?” “Close enough,” Eddie says. He shrugs. “And also far enough.” Buck nods. He gets it. He hopes the first thing Eddie does is move Chris back in with him. But he doesn’t say it, because—because it’s not his place. Eddie knows the right thing to do. He’s Chris’s father, after all. “Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time. When Buck looks up at him, his expression is—Buck hasn’t seen his face look like this before. That seems to be happening a lot lately.

Tagging @pikapitou, @buick118, @sonofatoasterwaffle, @standback

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hope that i don't, won't make it about me i love you, i'm sorry

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They're not in L.A., they're… in El Paso.

8.08 | Wannabes

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the front of your knee against the back of mine

1 of 2 buddie spoon drawings, here’s little spoon eddie!

this was initially meant to be a wholesome set of drawings and then i completely Manza’ed everything and made it horny

i’m not sorry

i’ve been wanting to incorporate more hard and soft edges into my shading/rendering, soooo this is that

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fuck it friday

tagged by @dangerpronebuddie <3 haven't done one of these in a while but. i started writing this one months ago and now i'm like. well wow. should really finish this because. eddie really might be going to texas. (part of the buck drowns fic btw)

Buck waits, chugs down some more wine while Maddie's eyes flicker over the letter, once, twice. Finally, she sets it down on the counter, looks up at Buck and says, "I think you need to go to El Paso." Somehow, all at once, it's exactly what Buck wants to hear, and exactly what he doesn't want to hear. There's a relief that washes over him, like a warm, sunlit wave. But then— "You think I don’t want to?" Buck says, sets his glass down. "God, Maddie. I feel like I—like I'm going five rounds in a ring with myself every day just to not get in my car and drive." "Okay." Maddie looks at him. Careful, soft, gaze intent. "So why don’t you?" "Because," Buck argues. Because. "Because he asked me not to." "Did he?" Maddie asks. She slides her fingers over the letter, delicately. Like it's something precious, like—like she knows it is. To Buck. Then pushes it back over to Buck's side of the counter. "Because I just read the note, Buck, and I don't think he did." Buck swallows, reaches for it, for those familiar creases, the distinct indent of Eddie's scrawl. Did he? "I–well, okay. Not–not specifically," he agrees. Because it wasn’t—Eddie didn't ask. But it was— "He said he needed time. So I can’t. I can't be this person, Maddie. This—this needy, clingy person who chases him across states. That's not who he needs me to be." "Or it's exactly who he needs you to be." Maddie covers his shaking hands. Shaking. God, when did they start shaking? "I think he needs you to go after him, and I think—" Maddie pauses, soft pads of her fingers pressing against Buck's skin. Then, "I think the only reason you haven't is because you're afraid you're not enough to bring him back." Buck shakes his head, can't quite make his throat and mouth work in tandem to refute her. The words twist and churn in his chest, his stomach. Like a pinwheel. Sometimes, it's uncomfortable, just how well Maddie knows him. "You—you really think I should go?" "Buck," Maddie says, then softer, "Evan," the way she used to say it when they were kids. When she needed him to hear what she meant. "This is a love letter. You do know that, don't you?"

tagging @thatbuddie @sibylsleaves @inell @absolutelybifurious @standback

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please don't go 8x08 code - 646 words

"Don't go."

The words are trapped in a cage at the back of Buck's throat. Every time he's opened his mouth in the last week he's had to speak around them. He feels like a tiger pacing his enclosure, like he's going to snap at the bars if anyone gets too close.

"Stay."

He smiles when Eddie shows him house listings in El Paso. Smiles when Eddie invites him to the virtual tour. Smiles when Eddie tells him he's flying down to see the house in person. Smiles when he shows up at Eddie's house the night before his flight with another basket of scones because he baked and baked and baked but the words are still there, clawing at the bars trying to get out.

"Don't go."

His jaw hurts with how tightly he's clenching it when he slides into the driver's seat and starts the car to take Eddie to the airport. He's worried that if he opens his mouth at all he won't be able to stop himself from saying it. Won't be able to keep the constant thrum of "Don't leave me. Stay. Don't go. Please don't leave me" from passing his lips.

"Don't go."

He manages to say goodbye without the words tumbling out. Manages to watch Eddie walk through the departure doors. But then someone else must take over his body because he's parking his car in the tow away zone and ignoring the airport employee's yells that he can't park there and he's running.

"Don't go."

He surprises himself when the words actually leave his mouth. He clearly surprises Eddie too, because he turned around with wide eyes and looks at Buck like he's seen a ghost.

"Buck..."

"Eddie," Buck walks forward and pulls him into a bone crushing hug. Tries to put everything he's kept caged at the back of this throat into the hug. "D-don't go."

"I have to. Buck I have to get him back," Eddie says into his neck. Buck can feel a wet patch on his shoulder and he knows he's not doing any better.

"Please. Please come back," Buck says instead of what he wants to say which is "let me come with you."

"I will," Eddie pulls back enough that Buck can see his face. "I swear, I'll come back."

And Buck kisses him. He's a tiger that's escaped it's enclosure and is finally free after years of being trapped. He's a man standing in the middle of LAX kissing the love of his life, begging him to stay.

He's an idiot because Eddie is straight.

But then Eddie is kissing him back - Eddie. Eddie Diaz. His Eddie. - Is kissing him.

"I can't stay, but - but you can come with me."

"I've got to move my car," Buck laughs, a rush of relief and joy exploding out of him. He doesn't have any clothes except what he brought to Eddie's last night, but that doesn't matter.

"Okay," Eddie grins, soft and so fucking fond. It feels like all Eddie was waiting for was for Buck to ask him to stay and all Buck was waiting for was for Eddie to ask him to come with him.

By some miracle Buck doesn't have a ticket on his Jeep when he walks back outside. He doesn't bother driving to one of the lots, just spends the frankly insane amount of money on the valet and manages to get the last seat on Eddie's flight.

That night, when they're checked in at a hotel near the El Paso airport it's Eddie's turn to say it when Buck rolls out of bed to go to the bathroom.

"Don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Inspired by @lonelychicago amazing art.

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But you can always come back.

911 - 7x10//8x08

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I swear to god I started this days before the S08E08.

But I do love being correct about them calling each other. And Buck dumping pastries on Eddie.

Shout out to @fraddit, who has compiled an amazing reference set for Eddie's house, which I didn't end up using as much as I thought, except for the outside.

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BUDDIE ★ KITCHEN TEASING

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Buck thought Eddie was watching p*rn at the kitchen table and really said oooh lemme see! 👀😂