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I know I already said it once, but I think it's worth saying again. The fact that Harry isn't a pallbearer at Bobby's funeral is bullshit. It's not like every pallbearer is LAFD since Eddie isn't with the LAFD anymore. The fact that they don't have Bobby's stepson, a kid who Bobby has had a hand in raising and loving and who loves Bobby, isn't just bullshit, it's kind of disrespectful to their relationship.

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how it feels being an eddiegirl fr

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8x16: The Last Alarm stills pt.3

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8x16: The Last Alarm stills pt.1

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where the FUCK is eddie

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buck coming out to eddie scene is crazy work actually. eddie comes over like buck i need to stay here in your zero bedroom apartment with no couch for the next couple of days so i can Not have sex with my girlfriend. and buck says. eddie this all seems very unfortunate for you. for unrelated reasons i have to tell you now that i’m bisexual. and eddie’s like. wow that is so awesome for you buck. this changes nothing, you’ll always be my bestfriendcoworker. i need you to know this. and buck says wow. eddie i’m so relieved to hear that. even though he, in truth, is not relieved to hear this at all. and then eddie makes it worse and is like buck you should call that guy. i really want you to do that. even though he, in truth, did not want buck to do that at all. and buck, who was actually not planning to call that guy, is trapped now because eddie told him to do something and he’s under a magic spell that makes him do whatever eddie says. and eddie, who came to bucks apartment to do emotional infidelity in the first place, is also trapped. because well. he can’t just break up with his girlfriend now. that would look Insane.

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ever since i was a little girl i wanted to experience being taken away by my fated vampire lover

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if i post another fic only 2 days after the last one will you guys still think im hot

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For the domestic prompt - buddie, 'a spare room'?

combined with 9. books stacked on a nightstand

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The house is fine. 

Definitely better than the glimpses Buck would get on FaceTime in those first few weeks. The wallpaper is gone, replaced with a nice shade of blue paint. The grout in the kitchen is sparkling, the sink faucets replaced with something from this century, and the floors are — well, a work in progress. But they’re covered with nice rugs, and Eddie’s scattered some fake plants around, added some pictures to the walls and mantle. It’s nice. Cozy, but strangely devoid of Eddie. It doesn’t have the same lived-in feel as the house in LA, doesn’t have the knickknacks picked up at various zoo trips or baseball games or homemade projects from Chris’ school. He hasn’t asked, but he can assume Eddie has them stored away somewhere, waiting to be unpacked when the rest of the house is done. 

He can acknowledge his bias though. Eddie could own a thousand houses, and none of them would make him feel like the way the one on South Bedford does. Still, he compliments Eddie’s hard work, following Eddie around as he’s given the grand tour. 

And Eddie — well, Buck doesn’t quite know what to think about Eddie, who’s been fluttering around him like a skittish animal since they pulled into the driveway. 

“How’s the setup?” Eddie asks.

Buck turns. Eddie’s hovering in the doorway of the spare room, wringing his hands together. It’s small, just a bed with an end table and a lamp. In the corner is a small chest of drawers it looks like Eddie picked up at Goodwill — in good shape but definitely used. There’s a fake cactus on the dresser beneath a nice mirror. Eddie is chewing his lip, staring at him like he’s a judge on Rock the Block and is about to send Eddie home. 

“Great,” Buck answers. 

He drops his duffel on the bed and notices the sunflower painting above the bed. It used to hang in the bathroom in LA, between the shower and the toilet. It was his favorite of Eddie’s odd collection of artwork, and he used to tease him about purposefully keeping it in the bathroom just to spite him.  

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah, it looks great Eddie. You really didn’t have to get a whole bed just for me,” Buck adds, scratching the back of his neck. 

Eddie shrugs like it’s nothing, but there’s a faint flush on his cheeks. “It’s not—it’s a guest room. I would have gotten one anyway. For other guests too, so.”

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9-1-1

S08E11: Holy Mother of God | dir. ♡ Aisha Hinds ♡

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soy una vela prendida por ti

sequel to short circuit

rated e, 9k.

��You cannot mean what I think you mean,” Eddie says. “For old time’s sake!” Buck says. “To remember how it all started.” He kisses Eddie’s hand again.

Don't worry, this definitely won't get out of hand.

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You can make friends over the internet by posting about wanting to see male celebrities having gay sex

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For the domestic prompt - buddie, 'a spare room'?

combined with 9. books stacked on a nightstand

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The house is fine. 

Definitely better than the glimpses Buck would get on FaceTime in those first few weeks. The wallpaper is gone, replaced with a nice shade of blue paint. The grout in the kitchen is sparkling, the sink faucets replaced with something from this century, and the floors are — well, a work in progress. But they’re covered with nice rugs, and Eddie’s scattered some fake plants around, added some pictures to the walls and mantle. It’s nice. Cozy, but strangely devoid of Eddie. It doesn’t have the same lived-in feel as the house in LA, doesn’t have the knickknacks picked up at various zoo trips or baseball games or homemade projects from Chris’ school. He hasn’t asked, but he can assume Eddie has them stored away somewhere, waiting to be unpacked when the rest of the house is done. 

He can acknowledge his bias though. Eddie could own a thousand houses, and none of them would make him feel like the way the one on South Bedford does. Still, he compliments Eddie’s hard work, following Eddie around as he’s given the grand tour. 

And Eddie — well, Buck doesn’t quite know what to think about Eddie, who’s been fluttering around him like a skittish animal since they pulled into the driveway. 

“How’s the setup?” Eddie asks.

Buck turns. Eddie’s hovering in the doorway of the spare room, wringing his hands together. It’s small, just a bed with an end table and a lamp. In the corner is a small chest of drawers it looks like Eddie picked up at Goodwill — in good shape but definitely used. There’s a fake cactus on the dresser beneath a nice mirror. Eddie is chewing his lip, staring at him like he’s a judge on Rock the Block and is about to send Eddie home. 

“Great,” Buck answers. 

He drops his duffel on the bed and notices the sunflower painting above the bed. It used to hang in the bathroom in LA, between the shower and the toilet. It was his favorite of Eddie’s odd collection of artwork, and he used to tease him about purposefully keeping it in the bathroom just to spite him.  

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah, it looks great Eddie. You really didn’t have to get a whole bed just for me,” Buck adds, scratching the back of his neck. 

Eddie shrugs like it’s nothing, but there’s a faint flush on his cheeks. “It’s not—it’s a guest room. I would have gotten one anyway. For other guests too, so.”

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okay but eddie post-feelings realization finally being back in la and pursuing the fuck out of buck while still never actually mentioning that he’s not straight, so eddie is just thinking about how much more obvious could he be, buck must not be interested 😔 while buck is like wow if eddie weren’t straight i would say he’s trying to date me or something, but unfortunately he is heterosexual 😔 idiot4idiot fr

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how are you gonna be 31 and posting fandom content bro leave it to the teenagers

People 10 and 20 years older than me are writing your favorite fanfics, and drawing your favorite characters. You'd have no fandom without the people you think are 'too old' to have hobbies.