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literally looooove thinking about the one that got away being the episode directly after eddie begins bc we know that after eddie begins eddie put buck into his will but BUCK didn’t know that. and he spends the entirety of the one that got away telling the 118 they BETTER love him forever and not abandon him and he tells maddie he doesn’t want to be alone forever 🐬🌈✨

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9-1-1 5x02 | Desperate Times

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So this look where it’s a five second thing of Buddie sharing this knowing look, and they smile at each other as if they’re the only two in on the joke. But it happens s9, with the grief lingering, and Buck is moving or moved out and pulling away and Eddie hates it, and Buck hates it but it’s better, necessary, he can’t break his own heart in a way he refuses to admit, and Eddie knows why but can’t say it, doesn’t think he deserves to say it or to ask, so instead they’re barely talking, only really sharing the information on a call that they need to know—and then something happens, something silly, and it’s like a reflex, like a magnetic pull, each looking, each seeking the other out, like always, like normal, and they smile with their whole faces, like “Are you seeing this?” and “I know, right?” And then suddenly the weeks of distance and the years of not saying hit them both all at once, and their smiles drop, and they both look away. It hurts too much otherwise.

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buck and eddie get together before bobby comes back, and bobby figures it out before they tell him just from the way they put their hands on each other and the angles of their faces as they lean close for a whispered conversation. and once buck and bobby are alone, buck is kind of shy and bobby is kind of teasing, and he’s so happy for them but he’s also realizing how much he’s missed. so he says “tell me about it.” and buck says “about what?” and bobby says “i don’t know, everything,” and buck makes a face and bobby rolls his eyes and amends “okay, not everything, buck, come on,” and they’re laughing and buck starts to tell him.

(inspired by that scene in season seven about how they never talked about tommy, because they didn’t have to, because there was nothing to talk about. and also bobby was suicidal. but he’s not anymore and he doesn’t want to miss anything)

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If I could see how you see me I could be a little bit happy And through your eyes I realize I could be a little bit happy

Eddie Diaz Week - Day 7 (july 12) - Free Day - Eddie + A little bit Happy ft moments of eddie from Buck's perspective

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i said make me love myself so that i might love you. don’t make me a liar, because i swear to god, when i said it i thought it was true lyrics from Saint Bernard - Lincoln

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I was gonna make a follow up to this post, all imagine once Buddie gets together and they’re sharing heart-eye fond looks while forgetting everyone else around them, thinking that they’re keeping this new development a secret—but then I remembered: that’s how they’ve been for the past 7 years, except the only one not in on the secret is them, so no one would think anything of it.

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Hands in the dirt

Established Buddie | 1.3K | Fluff | Love is stored in teasing

“Whatcha doing?”

“Jesus!”

Buck finds him outside, with both his knees and hands in the dirt. Even though the sun isn’t summer hot, it’s still too warm, warm enough for Eddie to have a light sheen of sweat on his forehead and down his back, his grey cut-off shirt, that’s most likely Buck’s, sticking uncomfortably. The feeling is made worse now that Buck’s large frame, so close Eddie could lean his head against Buck’s long legs if he wanted to, is blotting out the sun, reminding him just how hot it is.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

And Eddie’s not completely sure he believes that, the look on Buck’s face on the smug side of playful, but he doesn’t mind the surprise, even if what he’s doing is supposed to be a surprise of its own. It’s hard not to be happy whenever Buck’s around, even if his presence is ruining Eddie’s plans.

“It’s fine.” He tries to dust the bulk of the dirt from his hands, but mostly manages to make a bigger mess of himself. “Thought you were going to sleep in today?” Eddie looks up to see Buck’s broad shoulders shrug.

“It’s not as fun sleeping in on a day off when you’re not there.”

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This one is for you, my dear Alice (@the-hwaelweg). I was having a terrible day yesterday that bled into this morning, but on my way to work I passed the house that had the pretty tulips I posted last month, and then I remembered that yeah, sometimes things are terrible, but being friends with you is very much not! So I wrote some fluff, which also helped, so hopefully it’ll help you too if your day (or honestly just the weather) could be better 💜💜

If Eddie wasn’t warmed over already, that would do it. Leave it to Buck to figure out his plan and distract him enough to forget that he should be distracting Buck so that all of his work today isn’t for nothing.

“Eddie?”

Well, not for nothing.

“Eddie?”

He hadn’t realized he was staring, not saying anything, something that seems to be happening more and more often now that Eddie has permission to look—or well, maybe not permission: now that he has Buck looking back.

“You still haven’t said what you’re doing.”

“I, uh, nothing. Not really.”

It's reassuring that even while things are different between them, now that they’ve agreed that this—thing—between them is happening and that they want it to happen, some things are still the same. That flat but fond look, his bright blue eyes, those are still exactly the same, he thinks.

“I…just, I thought some flowers, you know, they’d look nice out here.”

“Flowers?”

“Uh, yeah.” He should not be having this conversation while he’s still down here. Buck hovering over him is bad enough on any other day. He’s already too warm and the blush he knows is deepening on his face is not going to help. “You don’t like flowers?”

Buck reaches out to brush away the dirt Eddie smears against his forehead as he stands while his eyes wander knowing that if Buck looks at him when they’re this close, he’ll know Eddie’s lying. Buck already feels like Eddie’s own personally-designed polygraph with the way he’s wrapped himself around Eddie’s chest all these years, knowing exactly how to read Eddie, able to suss out the truth of him, closely and intimately but never intrusively.

No one knows the pattern of his heart like Buck.

“Since when do you like to garden? Chris said he didn’t know about it or I would’ve thought he’d asked you to help and then left you out here to go to text his friends.”

“I...thought flowers would look nice. I dunno.”

“You know, you’re pretty adorable when you’re flustered?”

“Buck.”

And well, somethings are notably different, including now and how effective any semblance of a scold seems to work on Buck. Gone seem to be the days when Eddie could stop Buck in his tracks, or at least get him to ease up long enough to buy Eddie some time. Because the look on Buck’s face is telling Eddie what he already knew: he’s caught, on the hook of Buck’s stare, on the hook Buck has through his heart. The only difference now is that Buck knows.

And Eddie knows he has no room to run, only now he knows for sure that he doesn't want to. That the thrum in his chest when he has Buck in front of him, stupidly cute for how smug he is, isn’t panic. It’s his heart kicking up, coming back to life.

“They were supposed to be a surprise.”

“The—the flowers?”

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t have to wait long for Buck to figure it out.

“You're p-planting flowers?”

“Tulips.”

“For me?”

“You like tulips.”

“Oh.”

When Buck mentioned to Jee-Yun that his favorite flowers were tulips, Eddie had to wait weeks for a day in their schedule that could keep Buck away from the front of the house. But he knew it’d be worth it, even if he’s terrible at gardening. Anything would be worth the look on Buck’s face as he looks at Eddie right now, in front of their house in the sun, the delight softening into something that should probably scare him. Instead, it burns him up on the inside to match the heat on his skin.

“You said they remind you of spring and we don’t really get seasons here like they do in Hershey, so I just thought…”

“Eddie,” and the soft smile turns into a bright laugh, “I—Yeah. It’s just…don’t you have to plant them in the fall for next spring?”

“Oh.”

“You’ve never noticed they’re the first flowers to come up?”

“Mmm well, seems like it's you who knows better of what comes up first, huh?”

“Eddie. That was terrible.”

He can’t tell who’s further gone, him or Buck.

“Made you laugh though.”

He’s starting to suspect it’s him. He’d plant a whole field of flowers if it would make Buck keep laughing like that, even if it’s at his own expense.

“I thought—I knew they were a spring flower, I just figured they’d be planted in spring.”

“They also take years to flower if you’re planting them from seeds.”

“Oh.”

“‘Oh.’ Why didn’t you ask Chris? He’s good with plants.”

“I know. I—he already makes fun of me for what he says are my ‘moon eyes’ about you.”

“Eddie.”

“Figured I’d spare him.”

“Him? Or you?”

He’s starting to suspect something is wrong with him if he’s this fond of Buck’s teasing.

“Definitely Chris. He’s a teenager now. I was worried he’d roll his eyes so hard, they’d get stuck.”

“Eddie.”

“Fine. For me. It’s not going to be long before he thinks I’m really uncool, I gotta preserve my rep.”

“Eddie,” Buck laughs, “you don’t have a rep.”

“Hey!”

“Eddie.” And Eddie goes, takes the two steps forward to cover the distance between them once Buck grips the hem of his soiled shirt and tugs. Lets Buck cover the last scant inches between them when he leans his forehead down to Eddie’s. “Thank you for the flowers.”

He breathes a laugh right over Buck’s face. “What flowers?”

“Thank you for trying to grow flowers for me. You didn’t have to.”

“Buck.” It’s been years of something and it's been months of something else, and still, Buck shouldn’t be able to leave him this breathless. “There isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Yeah? Well, since you suck at gardening,” and he grabs Eddie’s hand before the gentle swat even lands, “would you settle for kissing me in the front yard?”

“Mm…something I’m good at.”

“Oh,” and he says it between one soft kiss, “and here I thought,” and another, “we could practice.”

Eddie has to wait until Buck slowly pulls back from the last kiss that's too gentle for what Eddie wants but probably too deep for all that they’re outside, has to wait until he can pull in a real breath.

“I’m getting dirt all over you.”

“I thought you liked getting me dirty?”

“Buck. That was terrible.”

And Buck’s voice drops to nothing, “Made you laugh though.”

And yeah, he's a goner, but not so far gone that his brain doesn’t trip, catching up to what Buck said.

He leans in to kiss a whisper to Buck’s lips, “It’s never settling with you,” before whispering a kiss to seal it.

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#in which eddie makes sure buck's not alone

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pls become cannon pls become cannon pls becom cannon pls-

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Partners in life

Some Sentences Someday

The wildly charming @livesbetweenpages tagged me and instead of working on any of the WIPs I should be, all the work- and summer-heat-wave-induced rage in my body channeled itself into this new angsty thing:

“I told you already, if you’re going to make this about choosing between you and Chris—” “You made this about choosing between me and Chris, Eddie! Nobody was asking you to. You—you could have just gone and gotten your son and made him come home. You’re his dad. He’s fourteen. You chose to move to Texas instead of bringing him back to LA. You didn’t even have a conversation with him, Eddie. You just chose for him. And for me. You could have asked if I would be willing to move to Texas with you. You—you—you act like we’re partners half the time and then you turn around and make it very clear that we’re not, and I’m done. I’m done, Eddie. You are the best friend I’ve ever had. And I’m happy to keep being your friend. But just your friend. Not…whatever it is we’ve been doing for the last seven years. Not anymore. I—people look at us, and they think we’re a couple. They’ve been doing it for years. And, you know, it never bothered me. But now? Now they look at us and they say ‘Poor Evan Buckley, hopelessly pining after his straight best friend.’ And you know, I look at our relationship, and I see how they got there. You take up this big space in my life that a partner is supposed to, but you’re not my partner, and it is scaring away anyone else who might even consider being my partner.”

No pressure tagging @semperama @glorious-spoon @redrosydiaz

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Some Sentences Someday

The wildly charming @livesbetweenpages tagged me and instead of working on any of the WIPs I should be, all the work- and summer-heat-wave-induced rage in my body channeled itself into this new angsty thing:

“I told you already, if you’re going to make this about choosing between you and Chris—” “You made this about choosing between me and Chris, Eddie! Nobody was asking you to. You—you could have just gone and gotten your son and made him come home. You’re his dad. He’s fourteen. You chose to move to Texas instead of bringing him back to LA. You didn’t even have a conversation with him, Eddie. You just chose for him. And for me. You could have asked if I would be willing to move to Texas with you. You—you—you act like we’re partners half the time and then you turn around and make it very clear that we’re not, and I’m done. I’m done, Eddie. You are the best friend I’ve ever had. And I’m happy to keep being your friend. But just your friend. Not…whatever it is we’ve been doing for the last seven years. Not anymore. I—people look at us, and they think we’re a couple. They’ve been doing it for years. And, you know, it never bothered me. But now? Now they look at us and they say ‘Poor Evan Buckley, hopelessly pining after his straight best friend.’ And you know, I look at our relationship, and I see how they got there. You take up this big space in my life that a partner is supposed to, but you’re not my partner, and it is scaring away anyone else who might even consider being my partner.”

No pressure tagging @semperama @glorious-spoon @redrosydiaz

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looking for a buddie fic

I'm trying to remember this fic where eddie wakes up in el paso with amnesia after five years of barely talking to buck but buck is still his emergency contact

chris is going to college in oxford

buck is getting divorced from this guy that cheated on him (and eddie either didnt go or wasnt invited to the wedding)

eddies whole garage is filled with paintings of buck

but it turns out its all a coma dream after eddie maybe gets hit by a car?

it reads like a Daisies_and_Briars fic but i dont think its one of theirs

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📹 • kennethchoi_ • 07.14.2025

Peter Krause Sighting… he sends his ❤️

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the fact that eddie wants and expects buck to read his mind re: feelings he can't or won't express is imo extremely well-documented, but to me the messier and more interesting thing about it is that eddie is also supremely confident of his ability to read buck's mind and predict his next move, and, well. especially recently, he hasn't actually been very good at that.

like, he tends to approach a lot of potential conflicts or emotionally difficult conversations as, 'well, i don't have to ask how buck feels or what he thinks about this, because i already know', and then he ends up blindsided and almost betrayed when buck-in-real-life doesn't respond the way buck-in-his-head did.