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I’ll watch you, Star Trek: Strange New Worlds, when you gift me Leonard McCoy.

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🚒Untitled Buddie WIP🔥

Eddie watched wide-eyed, wild-eyed, as an air pocket exploded half a second after Buck launched himself forward on the zip line. He disappeared inside the violence of silver dust and debris—bullet and bowling ball-sized parts of the building surrounding him, assaulting him.

“Buck!” Eddie yelled, hands reaching.

Buck emerged from the cloud, sliding downhill, and Eddie breathed again for half a moment. Then deja vu kneed him in the gut. It was the lightning strike all over again.

Buck’s body hung limp on the line, limbs splayed, as it spun clockwise not unlike a circus performer. Blood rained from the back of his head, from the fragile space just below his helmet…

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tongue TONGUE

8x18 - Seismic Shifts

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Awwww Buck baked crumpets and made coffee for Eddie to help him get through the morning of Bobby’s funeral. Sweetheart😍

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Thanks, Tommy

I will never get over the fact that if Tommy hadn't saved Bobby that day, the 118 as we know it would never have existed.

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You know what would stand out on Ryan’s white shirt? Blood. Lots of blood. #whump

Oliver and Ryan on set yesterday ✨

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Buck landed cheek-first on the bed of an old, rusty red pickup truck. The strangers pulled his arms back and tied his wrists together with what felt like stiff, damp rope. Rough hands gripped his ankles and pushed his body forward, rolling him, until all of Buck was in the truck.

“Don’t,” Buck gasped right before the strangers flipped up the tailgate, trapping him.

Someone ran into the scene from the corner of Buck’s eye. A body rammed into Black Shirt and knocked him over onto his back. Red Shirt cursed, reached for a knife in his back pocket, but took a punch to the jaw before he could aim it. The two men went down hard and stayed there, groaning.

Eddie stood up straight, tall, and wiped his bloodied knuckles against his jeans. Then he pulled down the tailgate and reached for Buck. “Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie grunted, eyebrows scrunched with concern.

“Eddie,” Buck half-sobbed. Diaz sat Buck up on the edge of the tailgate, his legs hanging off, and wrestled with the rope. As soon as his arms were free, Buck threw them around Eddie who hugged him back just as tight.

“Are you ok?” Eddie pulled back and examined Buck, hands testing every part of his body, looking for injuries. Buck just stared at him, slack-jawed and silent. “Buck, talk to me, are you hurt?”

Eventually Buck whispered, “You saved me.” He gripped Eddie’s arms tight and urged him closer.

Eddie cupped Buck’s cheeks in both hands. “Evan…”

“Thank you.” Buck darted forward and placed a wink of a kiss against Eddie’s lips. “Thank you, Eddie.” He kissed Eddie again, just as gentle and quick.

Buck leaned forward for one more kiss, but Eddie’s grip on his cheeks stopped him. And then held him still. Staring into Buck’s eyes the whole time, Eddie slowly brought his lips to Buck’s—just as gentle, but nothing rushed about it. He massaged Buck’s lips with his own and when the two parted a good two minutes later, they stood there under the streetlight with their foreheads pressed together.

Buck’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I—”

Both Buck and Eddie froze at the sound of a cocking gun.

Read the rest of story #4 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57754690/chapters/146989276

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Buck landed cheek-first on the bed of an old, rusty red pickup truck. The strangers pulled his arms back and tied his wrists together with what felt like stiff, damp rope. Rough hands gripped his ankles and pushed his body forward, rolling him, until all of Buck was in the truck.

“Don’t,” Buck gasped right before the strangers flipped up the tailgate, trapping him.

Someone ran into the scene from the corner of Buck’s eye. A body rammed into Black Shirt and knocked him over onto his back. Red Shirt cursed, reached for a knife in his back pocket, but took a punch to the jaw before he could aim it. The two men went down hard and stayed there, groaning.

Eddie stood up straight, tall, and wiped his bloodied knuckles against his jeans. Then he pulled down the tailgate and reached for Buck. “Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie grunted, eyebrows scrunched with concern.

“Eddie,” Buck half-sobbed. Diaz sat Buck up on the edge of the tailgate, his legs hanging off, and wrestled with the rope. As soon as his arms were free, Buck threw them around Eddie who hugged him back just as tight.

“Are you ok?” Eddie pulled back and examined Buck, hands testing every part of his body, looking for injuries. Buck just stared at him, slack-jawed and silent. “Buck, talk to me, are you hurt?”

Eventually Buck whispered, “You saved me.” He gripped Eddie’s arms tight and urged him closer.

Eddie cupped Buck’s cheeks in both hands. “Evan…”

“Thank you.” Buck darted forward and placed a wink of a kiss against Eddie’s lips. “Thank you, Eddie.” He kissed Eddie again, just as gentle and quick.

Buck leaned forward for one more kiss, but Eddie’s grip on his cheeks stopped him. And then held him still. Staring into Buck’s eyes the whole time, Eddie slowly brought his lips to Buck’s—just as gentle, but nothing rushed about it. He massaged Buck’s lips with his own and when the two parted a good two minutes later, they stood there under the streetlight with their foreheads pressed together.

Buck’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “I—”

Both Buck and Eddie froze at the sound of a cocking gun.

Read the rest of story #4 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57754690/chapters/146989276

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My Dismal Spec:

Contains spoilers

🚒 (Just so you know, my predictions are never right.)

Bobby died with the baby in that explosion. Buck got knocked down and hit his head, and everything since then is a dream. Why did he dream up this wild scenario? His brain is processing “what if I lost Ravi instead” (he wanted to quit), “what if Hen died” instead, or “what if Chim died” instead. His brain concludes that he doesn’t want any of them to have died in Bobby’s place.

When they get the antidote, Bobby is going to have to go into that isolated area to inject Chim with the only dose they have. (They’re all out of oxygen at that point, but the air recyclers did their job, but Bobby gets too close to Chim.) Bobby will choose to get infected to save Chim.

Then there will be a long death scene that will include a chance for Buck to say goodbye. That’s what his brain was getting to - one last conversation, a last chance to tell Bobby how grateful he is, an I Love You, etc. To say what he needs to say.

And then, because Buck tried at the last second to save Bobby and the baby, he’ll run into the facility and try to get to him. But, just like in real life, he’ll be too late. Bobby will die. Bobby’s dead.

Buck will wake up in a hospital. Eddie will be there, holding his hand, tears in his eyes. Buck will whisper Bobby’s name. Eddie will shake his head. Buck will break down in Eddie’s arms. The end. 🚒

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So good

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Oh.

My.

God.

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READ “5 TIMES BUCK COLLAPSED INTO EDDIE’S ARMS” HERE (AO3)

Buck didn’t even flinch when Hen started packing his stab wound with gauze. “I got you flowers,” he whispered to Eddie. A single tear spilled from the corner of Buck’s right eye. “Candlelight dinner. I was going to order that wine you—“

“I love you,” Eddie blurted. “I was going to tell you tonight—during dessert. I promised Chris that I’d tell you, so I’m telling you now.” Eddie took a deep breath. “I love you, Evan.”

Buck grinned wide. “I love that kid,” he whispered. “And I love you. I love us—all three of us. Together.” Buck’s lower lip trembled. More tears crashed down his pale cheeks. “We were going to be together.”

“We were—we will be—we are!” Eddie stuttered, stumbled, sniffed. “I’m right here, baby, I’m right here.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54238945/chapters/137351011#workskin

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Non-Platonic Ear Smooch - is that a thing? Someone fanfic that. And also ™️

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That press down in the second gif is a KISS 💋 fight me

EVAN BUCKLEY 8.10 | Voices

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Why didn’t they keep the kiss in AND make it clear that Eddie was still standing there, watching, after the bell went off?

oliver stark filming with bailey the beagle

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Nice new tat, Buck 👀

Nice look at the camera, Ryan 👀

❤️

Buck & Eddie hug.

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Ya’ll are keeping track of the times Buck’s been touching a basketball, right?🏀❤️