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RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO “EDDIE” DIAZ 9-1-1 - S08 E17 · Don't Drink The Water

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BUDDIE ★ FOND

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EDDIE DIAZ 9-1-1 ▸ 8x17

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Gavin Stenhouse as Father Brian in 9-1-1 ( 2018 - )

Pilot 1x01 | Confessions 8x06 | Don't Drink The Water 8x17

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Eddie's Buck grin for @eddiegettingshot 💜

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Bobby's Athena smile 9-1-1, S01E10, S02E18, S07E10 & S08E15

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Aisha Hinds as Henrietta "Hen" Wilson 9-1-1, S08E16

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now rumour has it, he ain't got your love anymore

(x, x)

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911 8x10 - Voices

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Buck + Yellow Sunshine ☀️☀️

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#denial is a river in egypt

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Peter Krause as Captain Robert “Bobby” Nash 9-1-1, S1-S8

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then help me with the crossword in the mornings

15k | rated M | read on ao3 Eddie shrugs, goes back to chopping cilantro. “I guess I didn’t think you were that serious about moving out right now. I kinda figured you’d just…” “Stay?” Buck says, his voice suddenly so quiet Eddie’s not sure he really heard it at all. He looks over his shoulder at Buck who has a distant sort of look on his face. “Yeah. I mean. Chris and I make pretty good roommates, don’t we?” Eddie finds a way to make Buck stay.

It’s going to be a good evening, Eddie can feel it.

He’s putting the finishing touches on his slow-cooker barbacoa, excited to make it for Buck since he only got to experience it through a screen last time. He thinks this batch is going to turn out even better than the first one—spent all morning shopping for the ingredients and assembling them in the slow cooker. Now, eight hours later, the whole house smells like slow-roasted meat and piquant spices, everything coming together perfectly. There are tortillas warming in the oven, and Eddie even threw together a little watermelon mint agua fresca with the first ripe melons of the summer.

It’s just as Eddie’s chopping up some fresh onions and herbs that Buck walks into the kitchen and says, “I think I found a place.”

Eddie’s hand goes still and tight on the handle of the knife. He knew, vaguely, that Buck was looking at apartments. He’s gone to a few showings here and there, but Eddie kinda figured it wasn’t exactly at the top of his priorities, given everything that’s happened in the last couple weeks. The apartment collapse, the birth of his baby nephew, the tearful and shocking revelation that Bobby was still alive, subjected to a highly classified and highly experimental treatment for the virus.

With so much going on, Eddie had kind of put the prospect of Buck moving out to the back of his mind. Besides, they’ve been making it work, sharing the house, sharing the kitchen, even the bed.

But apparently, it’s been on Buck’s mind. Enough that he’s found a place. He thinks.

“You found a place,” Eddie echoes.

“Yeah. It’s right in West Hollywood, so not too far from the station, and a little closer to Maddie and Chim’s place than the loft was. It’s a one bedroom, and it’s got a balcony. They said I could move in on the first.”

Eddie feels a sudden, abrupt sense of the floor falling out from under him, like a roof collapsing from the heat of a house-fire.

(keep reading on ao3)

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um. anyway..