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points the laser beam that makes you nap at them (est. 2022)

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they do this all the time and they’re not even together yet. smh

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im mostly staying off tumblr lately but thank god i can still log on here anytime and within moments see an image of eddie diaz. thank god.

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those are you got some nice shoulders

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wip whatever

tagged by @bigfootsmom and @try-set-me-on-fire to share a snippet! here’s a little from the “ever thought about it” fic :)

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Maddie looks at him like he’s grown a second head, “Okay, Buck, I’m lost—,”

“Eddie!” Buck bursts out, shaking his hands in front of himself to try to dispel some of the nervous energy, “You, telling Eddie about—what I told you. He brought it up when he was calling to tell me they were coming home, and I know you guys might think it’s funny, but it’s not! And now it’s—I’m—,”

“Woah, Buck—hey,” Maddie crowds in closer, grabbing onto his arms, eyes big and worried, “Evan, hold on. Breathe. I didn’t tell Eddie anything. I haven’t even talked to him since he left for Texas, alright? And, I wouldn’t do that to you, I wouldn’t!”

“You didn’t?” she shakes her head, but it just makes Buck feel more frantic, “Then-Then how did he know,”

“What did he say?”

“Do you think Tommy told him?” Buck says weakly, the thought making his stomach drop. What if—

“No, Buck, I don’t,” she says dismissively, before immediately repeating, “what did Eddie say?”

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tagging @gayeddieagenda !

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and the thing is. he literally missed his best friend so much. he had to hook up with his ex about it. he missed his “platonic” best friend so much. he had to have sex with someone else about it,

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summertime

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every day a little apocalypse

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eddie diaz (haunted by visions of beverages)

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coloring on anything ever always looks hysterically different on my ipad vs my computer. WHATEVER!!

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eddie diaz (haunted by visions of beverages)

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It wouldn't be so crazy.

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i want to go home / but i am home

pre-buddie | post-8x15 | rated g | 1.3k

This would be easier, Eddie thinks, if he were something to Buck.

Eddie comes to stay with Buck for the funeral. Read on ao3.

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wip friday

not tagged or anything, just posting. a wip of the fic that i swear. i SWEAR. i am getting closer and closer to finishing:

When Buck wakes up, the sun is low in the sky, leaking through the crack in the blinds. He sits up slowly. He's not sure what time it is, not sure how long he's been out. Sleep sits heavy on him. Distantly, he can hear someone moving in the house. He stumbles his way out of bed and down the hall, rubbing at the sleep in his eyes. He can feel, now, all the places he should've stretched before collapsing into bed, in the tightness in his shoulder and the ache that rises in his knee, reliable as clockwork. Of course, it's Eddie in the kitchen. He hasn't turned on any of the lights. He's standing at the kitchen sink, motionless, sponge in hand and the water not running. In the fading light of the evening, Buck can see the slope of Eddie's shoulders, the line of his jaw. His eyes, pointed somewhere outside the window, where the backyard is growing steadily too dark to make out. Buck wonders how long Eddie's been standing there, letting the darkness roll over him. Buck feels a wave of sadness. A couple months ago, he didn't think this was something he was ever going to have again. Him and Eddie, here in this house. Buck got the house, the building, a weak consolation prize; he got the memories, a constant reminder of what he'd had, back when this house wasn't his, back when it felt twice as much like it was. He's been coming to terms with not having it. He's been trying. And then, Eddie came back. Here they are. The house, Buck and Eddie in it together. He has it. Eddie's right here in front of him. Why can't Buck feel it?

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ohhh my god. i thought about eddie diaz for a second.

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whenever i get this fic done it’s going to be my 20th 911 fic :0 now it has to be good…