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[iinryer]

i know we’re all super jazzed about bi buck, but please for the love of god y’all have got to stop saying “gay panic” and “bi panic”. i know it’s a funny-sounding phrase but it does NOT mean what you think you’re saying

[iinryer]

i'm sure you do, buck

(or, top three insane things to say to your bestie bro)

[ID: three gifs of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 911 episode 7.05, in the firehouse gym. Buck is in a black shirt with black jeans, a green coat on top, while Eddie is in LAFD issued gym shorts and a T-shirt, exercising.

GIF 1: Buck gesturing aimlessly up and down Eddie's body with his fingers as he comments amusedly, "which is why you're so...pent-up."

GIF 2: Eddie bracing his hands against the edge of the bench as he lowers his body up and down to do tricep dips. He's staring determinedly off into space as he grunts out a "yeah."

GIF 3: Buck watching with clasped hands, spreading them out palms open sympathetically as he tells him, "Well, I wish I could help."

/end ID]

[iinryer]

funniest character dynamic in the world to me is when you have one guy knows hes gay but doesnt realise hes in love with his best friend and another guy who knows hes in love with his best friend but does not know hes gay

[iinryer]

—feels so real, must be fake—

[buck/tommy || 5.2k || rated T || 7x05 spec-ish]

“Yeah, but I—I ruined our date,” Buck says weakly, huffs an audibly self-deprecating sound that he thinks he meant to be something like a laugh, “I, um, I didn’t know…,”

He trails off.

Tommy leans on an elbow against the island next to him, head tilted a bit towards his lifted shoulder to look at him. To give his full attention. Waiting, Buck realizes, giving space for Buck to say what he needs to say, to hear what he’s thinking.

But the only words he can find are, “I didn’t—I didn’t know…,”

Tommy seems to see him getting lost, and says, “Know what? Know that your opening day playing for the other team might be overwhelming? Or that it would get crashed by your coworker? Or even that you might feel some kind of way about that?” he smiles, easy as anything, and teases kindly, “I don’t see how you could’ve known any of that,”

Buck lets out an exhale in a rush, ducking his head, helpless to stop the beginnings of a bashful smile from peeking through, and makes himself peer back up, “Yeah, I—I guess so,”

“Well I know so,” Tommy says, eyebrows doing a very pointed lift, before breaking out into that light grin again, “You couldn’t have, and neither could I. That’s kind of how life works,”

—

spec-adjacent fic based on the date crashing of the 7x05 promo

[read it on ao3]

[iinryer]

family costumes but the only people who agreed were buck and Christopher

[iinryer]

[iinryer]

my personal favorite part of the will scene is when eddie puts his cleavage on display and looks at buck like this for some damn reason

[iinryer]

karen wilson in every episode ↳ 2.07 — haunted

[iinryer]

tommys gonna save chimney and buck is gonna immediately stick his tongue down his throat in front of god and margaret buckley in gratitude huh

[iinryer]

the last time i posted anything was like? november?? and then before that was A Full Calendar Year Ago. how did i post THREE fics this month

[iinryer]

—feels so real, must be fake—

[buck/tommy || 5.2k || rated T || 7x05 spec-ish]

“Yeah, but I—I ruined our date,” Buck says weakly, huffs an audibly self-deprecating sound that he thinks he meant to be something like a laugh, “I, um, I didn’t know…,”

He trails off.

Tommy leans on an elbow against the island next to him, head tilted a bit towards his lifted shoulder to look at him. To give his full attention. Waiting, Buck realizes, giving space for Buck to say what he needs to say, to hear what he’s thinking.

But the only words he can find are, “I didn’t—I didn’t know…,”

Tommy seems to see him getting lost, and says, “Know what? Know that your opening day playing for the other team might be overwhelming? Or that it would get crashed by your coworker? Or even that you might feel some kind of way about that?” he smiles, easy as anything, and teases kindly, “I don’t see how you could’ve known any of that,”

Buck lets out an exhale in a rush, ducking his head, helpless to stop the beginnings of a bashful smile from peeking through, and makes himself peer back up, “Yeah, I—I guess so,”

“Well I know so,” Tommy says, eyebrows doing a very pointed lift, before breaking out into that light grin again, “You couldn’t have, and neither could I. That’s kind of how life works,”

—

spec-adjacent fic based on the date crashing of the 7x05 promo

[read it on ao3]

[iinryer]

—under the bridge—

[maddie & eddie || 2.5k || 7x04 coda/missing scene]

Looking back up, Eddie frowns slightly when Chris reenters the living room. Trailing behind him is…

Jee-Yun?

“We have visitors,” Chris says, grinning down at her as she steps forward to wrap her little hand around the middle segment of his crutch, like she’s instinctively reaching out to hold his hand while she looks around the new space with wide, inquisitive eyes

He’s overcome by so much fondness for that tiny gesture, he nearly misses Maddie following in a few moments behind her.

“Hi Eddie,” she greets brightly, lifting a reusable tote above Jee’s head for him to see, “Hope this isn’t a bad time? We just wanted to swing by and drop off some get-well-soon goodies,”

—

maddie and eddie have a heart to heart after the basketball incident

[read it on ao3]

[iinryer]

—still the only thing, everything—

[buck/eddie || 10.6k || post-lightning]

It should scare him, Buck thinks. Probably.

With the infrequency of it here, less opportunities to get used to it again. It should.

But another flash of bright cold light demands attention outside his windowed wall, the bass-y roll of thunder rumbling and echoing through the loft, skittering over him like waves…

And all Buck can think about is how much it doesn’t.

It doesn’t scare him.

—

the next time it storms in la, buck thinks about fear, grief, and lightning. eddie drops by.

[read it on ao3]

[iinryer]

New Oliver interview dropping tomorrow morning.

[iinryer]

—still the only thing, everything—

[buck/eddie || 10.6k || post-lightning]

It should scare him, Buck thinks. Probably.

With the infrequency of it here, less opportunities to get used to it again. It should.

But another flash of bright cold light demands attention outside his windowed wall, the bass-y roll of thunder rumbling and echoing through the loft, skittering over him like waves…

And all Buck can think about is how much it doesn’t.

It doesn’t scare him.

—

the next time it storms in la, buck thinks about fear, grief, and lightning. eddie drops by.

[read it on ao3]