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BUCK + witnessing loved ones nearly die

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I had a teacher, mentor, who told me about a Hawaiian ritual called Ho'oponopono, or 'the four things that matter most.' It's basically just a few key things that we can say when we're saying goodbye to a loved one that can really help at the early stages of loss. They're gonna sound really simple, but I swear I've seen them work.

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hen trying to take care of buck when she's more injured than he is :(

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Ma’am, I’m not Satan. My name is Buck

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You put that back vrs Sit back down 9-1-1, S07E06 vrs S08E14

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THE PITT 1.15 — 9:00 P.M.

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RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO “EDDIE” DIAZ 9-1-1 - S08 E09 · Sob Stories

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Evan Buckley + cooking for the firehouse 7.09 -> 8.12

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EVAN BUCKLEY & CHRISTOPHER DIAZ | 3.01 “Kids Today”

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THIS PLACE WILL BREAK YOUR HEART. BUT IT IS ALSO FULL OF MIRACLES, AND THAT IS A TESTAMENT TO ALL OF YOU COMING TOGETHER AND DOING WHAT WE DO BEST.

THE PITT (2025)

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Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz ↳ 9-1-1 - 5x13: Fear-o-Phobia

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Evil Eddie 😈

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is this not how the scene went?

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It's like you're trying to say goodbye.

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Ravi Panikkar - 4x12 | 8x14

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Fuck It Friday

Here's a little blurb from my @911buddieweek Day 5 fic!

It’s not a bad place. There are no dancers on the bar, no rowdy groups of people clearly not old enough to legally drink, and no one’s wearing a speedo. In terms of gay bars, it’s probably considered conservative. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Eddie doesn’t like drinking alone. “Stupid,” Eddie mumbles to himself, fishing for his wallet in his back pocket. He returns with it, throwing enough bills on the counter to cover the drink plus a tip. He downs the rest of his beer before turning in his seat, fully intending to walk out.  Someone taps on his shoulder. “I know we’ve never met, but I need you to kiss me.” A stranger says it. A beautiful stranger. His hair is short and a little curly, his eyes are the color of the ocean, and his lips are the perfect shade of pink. Eddie’s stomach twists a little before a warm sensation settles; he isn’t sure if it’s because of the beautiful stranger, the beer, or a little bit of both. Eddie’s brain short-circuits. He realizes he didn’t fully comprehend the words coming out of this man’s mouth. “What?” The stranger smiles. It’s all teeth, until his tongue traces that beautiful bottom lip of his. “My ex is here, and he thinks I’m alone… probably because I am. But I can’t let him know that. So I need you to kiss me.”  Eddie laughs a little. This has to be a sick joke or a bet this guy made with one of his friends.  The stranger leans in close to his ear, his stubble brushing against the top of Eddie’s cheek. The warm sensation in his stomach grows.  “You’re never going to see me after tonight,” the stranger says in a low, gravelly voice. “Why not have a little fun?”