#Buddie Seven Sentence Sunday

[canonicallyobserving911]

Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

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I was tagged by @spotsandsocks.  Thank you for the tag💕.

I wanted to share seven several sentences from chapter 4 of “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” 

I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris.  Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck facing his past (Taylor’s book just bit him in the ass at the end of chapter 3 and Eddie doing a self-evaluation journey so he can try new things, some of which he believes he missed out on when he was younger.

Chapters 1, 2 & 3 are already available on AO3 and chapter 4 will be posted soon.

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Here are two snippets from chapter 4 since Eddie’s in El Paso and Buck’s still in L.A.

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Eddie

Eddie wakes up when his phone starts ringing at 7:02AM.  He glances at the contact info on his cellphone and he only answers it because he sees his sister, Adriana’s picture.

“Adriana, why are you calling me so early?”  He says with a rough raspy voice.

“Well… hello to you too Eddie and did you know good morning is the best way to greet someone this time of day?”

“Yes, I do know that but you’re calling me way too early.  Is everything ok?”

“It is but I’m calling for a good reason.”

He sighs and rubs his hand over his face.  “Oh yeah, what’s the reason?”

“I’ll tell you when I know you’re awake.  Are you fully awake?”

“Adri, are we really doing this at…”  He trails off as he pulls the phone away from his ear to see the time.  “7:03AM? Surely you could have saved this conversation until later in the day.”

“I could have but I want to take you and my nephew to breakfast.  We all took off work for the family reunion and since we haven’t seen you in a couple of months, we want to spend time with you.”

“Look... we just got here last night and I was planning to go grocery shopping this morning since we’re staying at an Airbnb and…”  He doesn’t get to finish because she interrupts him.

“Eddie!  Let me treat you to breakfast, please?”

“Ok, ok… but I need to be back her before 12noon.”

“Why?”  She asks with a huff at the end of her question.

He goes back and forth about whether he should mention he’s in therapy but instead he decides to avoid giving her a direct answer.

“I have some stuff I need to do... stop being so nosy.”

Buck

He cringes when he hears a laugh followed by, “If it isn’t Evan Buckley as I live and breathe.”

Even though he wasn’t sure on Monday when Ali Martin drove into the firehouse with her son, or on Tuesday when he bumped into Natalia Dollenmeyer at the beach with her fiancé or on Wednesday when he saw Abby Clark’s, or whatever the hell her married last name is, new baby announcement on Facebook; but now he’s 100% sure the universe is not only mocking him, it’s taunting and making fun of him too.  He wishes he would have listened when the universe tried to warn him but it’s reminding him that he didn’t.

Taylor loudly says, “Come on Buck, I know you broke up with me but we can still be friends, can’t we?”

Buck doesn’t respond, he just turns around and walks out of the coffee shop.

Taylor’s right on his heels and she follows him towards the parking lot.

“Wow, I didn’t know you would completely stop talking to me.”

“Uh… I don’t think we should be talking to each other right now, I—I mean with everything that’s happened.”

“Oh, you mean my book. Don’t worry Buckley I didn’t name you specifically.”

Buck sees red and he wants to curse her out but he’s trying to remain dignified.

“Let’s not do this Taylor, please.”  He exasperatedly says.

“Let’s not do what? You mean payback?”

“Payback?  What the hell does that mean?”

Buck’s so involved in his conversation with Taylor, he’s not paying attention to the Channel 8 news crew that just pulled into the drive thru.  The cameraman starts filming when he recognizes them and he captures their entire argument on film.

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Will be posted soon.

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Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1, 2 & 3 on AO3.

No pressure tagging: @shortsighted-owl​.

[hippolotamus]

Inspiration Saturday/Several Sentence Sunday

It’s still Saturday somewhere right??? For the fabulous @daffi-990 who conspired to bring this idea about. And also because I’ve maybe been torturing her hinting I’ve had a surprise for the last several days…

The Players:

Robert “Bobby” Nash - Asset Management (officially). Unofficially, a former banker who got tied up in a bad investment, causing him and dozens of others to lose everything. Bobby more than most. He’s a recovering alcoholic on a mission to steal from the rich and corrupt, and give back to their victims.

Athena Grant - LAPD sergeant who’s had her eye on Bobby for years, unable to catch a break in the case. He may be good at covering his tracks but she’s better. And Sgt Grant always gets her man.

Evan “Buck” Buckley - Associate. A young kid who steals for the thrill, but also to payoff his brother-in-law to ensure Maddie’s safety. Buck eventually winds up in Bobby’s company, sticking to his own agenda. Until the day that Doug’s asking price becomes too high and Buck finds himself needing a much bigger mark. Someone like…

Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz - war vet with a silver star and LA’s most eligible bachelor, who also happens to be pretty as sin. Oh, and has more money than god.

The Gig

Team up with Bobby to get the money Buck needs to save his sister, and hopefully get rid of Doug for good. Also, not allowing aesthetics to distract him from all the zeros in Diaz’s accounts. A target like this guy isn’t going to miss the amount Buck needs. Besides, it’s for a good cause. He’ll be in and out before anyone notices anything’s amiss.

What could possibly go wrong?

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[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

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When they pull up to the school, Chris grabs his bag and his crutches like always and pushes open the door to the jeep like always, but for some reason, today, he also turns to Eddie and says, “Love you, Dad,” then looks at Buck and repeats, “Love you, Dad,” then says, “Bye,” and gets himself out of the car and up the walkway into the school. 

As if the whole world hasn’t stopped spinning. 

As if the whole of the universe wasn’t completely rewritten by three tiny words. 

Eddie says something like, “Love you, too,” before Chris was too far out of the car. 

But Buck is back somewhere where the world stopped and his heart stopped and suddenly restarted but nothing is actually moving. He blinks a few times. And maybe breathes? Breathing is important. He should breathe. But nothing else is functioning. 

How— how? Did that just happen? It couldn’t have happened. Buck is hearing things. He’s making it up in his head. It couldn’t have been what he thought it was. That’s just not— they’re —not? Except. They kind of are? Maybe? 

Is there seriously a child— not just any child, his Christopher. Eddie’s Christopher. Who is also Buck’s Christopher? — there’s a child who calls Buck his dad? Buck is dad to someone? 

Okay, yeah, they talk about it. Eddie talks about it. He talks about adoption papers and Chris has told Buck more than once how he loves him and has missed him and how Buck is special and means so much to him. 

But—?  But he’s never—

“Did,” Buck tries but words are hard. Why are they so ridiculously hard. “Did he just? Did he call me w-what I think he called me? Or— or am I—? I’m losing my mind, aren’t I. I’m still sleeping. Right? This is a dream.”

Eddie reaches for Buck’s arm, captures skin and muscle between two fingers, and squeezes. Lightly, but still noticeably a pinch. 

“Ow?” Buck glares at him. Not that it hurts. He just feels like being indignant. 

Eddie rolls his eyes and just smiles at him. “Not a dream. And you already know he’s your son. Our son. Where have you been the last seven years?”

Buck tries not to smile back but can’t help it. “He’s just— he’s never. Called me that. He doesn’t call me that. I’m not— I mean, I am? In a way? But— you’re his dad.”

Eddie’s face goes soft and fond, and he rests his hand on Buck’s thigh. “You’re his dad, too. You have been for a long time. No, not in the same way as me. But biology is not family. Love is family.” 

“Yeah. Yes. I—” Buck knows that. Of course he knows that. His family is Maddie and Chim and Jee-Yun and Hen and Bobby and Karen and Athena and Ravi, and by extension May and Denny and Harry and Michael and David. And of course Eddie and Chris. Always Eddie and Chris. It’s not that Buck doesn’t know. It’s not that this is a revelation. Just—

Buck’s eyes are wet and his heart is bursting, and he rubs a hand over his jaw. “He called me Dad.”

Eddie reaches until he’s cupping Buck’s face and jaw with one hand. “You’re our family. We love you.” 

“See, I know that. I do know that. But— Eddie. Eddie, he called me— he called me Dad.”

Eddie sort of laughs but it’s in a soft, sweet way, and then he pulls Buck toward him until he can kiss his forehead. “Of course he did.” 

[theotherbuckley]

Several Sentence Sunday ⚡️

Tagged by: @hippolotamus @wikiangela @diazsdimples @inell @spotsandsocks @honestlydarkprincess @tizniz

I’m back with Eddie meets Buck 1.0!!! Except now it’s just a bit angsty oops. This fic has changed from porn without plot to porn with plot hahah oops. I neglected this fic for a long time but I got a spark of motivation for it so I hope you enjoy this snippet. FYI Season 6 Buck is in a coma from the lightning.

He punches the glass hard, his hand recoiling in pain but it quickly fades. The glass remains unbothered, it feels like it’s mocking him.

Eddie doesn’t give a shit what it thinks, he’s fought tougher things than a pane of glass. He hits the window harder, harder, harder. Nothing can get in the way of him and the man he loves—

“It’s not gonna work,” a voice sounds behind him.

He turns to the voice— a man he doesn’t recognise. The man’s wearing scrubs and a white coat like a doctor, but the badge on the side doesn’t match the hospital Eddie knows they’re in.

“Who are you?” Eddie asks. The more he looks at the man the more he thinks maybe he looks vaguely familiar but he can’t place him anywhere.

“I tried to show him what he’d lose,” the man says, ignoring his question.

“I don’t— what do you mean?”

The man sighs, eyes drifting over to Buck’s sleeping form. He’s sleeping, Eddie repeats to himself over and over. Not dying. Doesn’t let himself think that for a second.

“He’s seen what it would be like, a world where Evan Buckley didn’t exist. You weren’t there, I thought that would push him over the edge, but he’s stubborn I think, maybe he gets that from Mom.”

Eddie frowns, he struggles to process anything that’s been said. “He’s nothing like his mother,” Eddie practically snarls.

The man turns back towards Eddie, tilting his head in contemplation before he smiles sadly. “Perhaps not, they process grief in very different ways. But they’ve both had far too much of it for any one person.”

That makes Eddie angry. How can this man say that? How can he compare Buck’s life to Margaret? A woman so blinded by her grief that she’d treat her son like he didn’t matter? How could anyone think Buck didn’t matter?

Buck is sunshine in a human form. He’s warm and bright and his smile brings joy to everyone around him. He’s a fucking puppy with how much he aims to please, how much energy and excitability he has contained inside. He’s beautiful and loving. He deserves far better than the parents he was saddled with.

“Who the fuck are you?” Eddie asks again, fists clenched by his side.

“You’ll take care of him, won’t you?” A small voice sounds.

Eddie blinks and there’s a child standing where the doctor once stood. His blond hair hangs slightly in front of his eyes. He looks up at Eddie with wide pleading eyes. He looks a lot like how Eddie imagines an eight-year-old Buck would look, except there’s no birthmark around his eye.

Eddie finds himself nodding at the boy, of course he’d take care of Buck. How could he not? Buck has saved his life so many times in so many ways. He’d do anything to save his too.

“Promise?” The boy asks, sticking out his pinky.

Eddie takes the boy's finger in his own, a part of him just knowing it’s the right thing to do. “Promise,” he whispers, tears falling from his eyes for reasons he can’t seem to explain.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Snippet Sunday!

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more of the stubble fic<3

“C’mon, Buck,” Eddie murmured, his shoulders relaxing, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Tell me. Is it the beard or is it me?”

“It’s you,” Buck said breathlessly, staring into Eddie’s eyes. “I mean— the beard helps— all I can think about is—” He started before he cut himself off, blushing.

“What, Buck? What are you thinking about?” Eddie whispered, his breath fanning across Buck’s lips he was so close.

Buck whimpered. “I can’t— I’m not— I can’t think when you’re this close,” He finally admitted.

Eddie grinned, grabbing Buck’s t-shirt and hauling him into a kiss. The second their lips touched Buck let out a low moan and pressed as close to Eddie as possible.

“Fuck,” Eddie muttered in-between kisses, nipping Buck’s bottom lip and demanding entrance. Buck opened his mouth and groaned happily when Eddie’s tongue touched his. “Can’t believe,” Eddie panted, releasing Buck’s mouth so he could plant harsh kisses down his throat. “that you were losing your mind over a little bit of stubble.”

Buck whined. “It’s not my fault,” His hands went to Eddie’s hair, pulling on the soft strands. “You just look so good and I want you to—” Buck cut himself off with a moan.

“What, baby? You want me to what?” Eddie teased. “Cat got your tongue tonight, huh?”

Buck whimpered. Fuck, this was really happening. He was really standing in Eddie’s kitchen with Eddie plastered against his front, casually teasing him as he nipped and sucked his way down Buck’s throat. Calling him baby. It was everything Buck had ever wanted. He felt overwhelmed, in the very best way, but still overwhelmed. He let out a broken sound, it was all he was capable of.

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[lonelychicago]

seven sentences sunday! 💍💌

tagged by the lovelies @bi-buckrights and @eddiebabygirldiaz

okay so i started this at 3am last night, don't judge me.

And then the stranger is facing him with wide brown eyes that kinda look like honey when the sun hits his face right, really, and for a second it almost knocks the breath out of him.

“Uh, hey.” The guy blinks slowly and he is holding a piece of paper in his hands, glancing down at it and then back up at Buck with something very similar to the panic Buck was just feeling in the bathroom. “I think you might be my husband?” The guy croaks out, voice hoarse from just waking up and strained, breaking on the last word.

Buck glances down, his gaze shooting to the man's left hand and— yup, an identical plastic ring is on his finger. When Buck takes a step closer, the guy angles the piece of paper to the side, enough that Buck can read it's apparently a marriage certificate. It's signed sloppily and messily, and he thinks that's his signature, but it's all wobbly, and the ink falls to the side like his hand slipped at the last second.

His blood is both hot and cold at the same time, and his fingers are shaking as reality sinks in. He got married. He really got married to someone he can't even recall their name!

He got sloppy drunk, wasted out of his damn mind, and got married in Las Vegas!

Oh God, Maddie is gonna kill him. Chim and Hen will never let him live this down.

“Right,” he swallows the bile that's threatening to rise again and blinks. One, two, three times. “I don't think I caught your name?” He clears his throat.

“Oh,” The man exhales. “Uh, I'm Eddie. Eddie Diaz.”

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[devirnis]

Several Sentence Sunday 🌲

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Have a bit more from the summer stalker fic!

“No telling what’s out there,” Eddie agrees. “Mothman, el chupacabra… the Fresno Nightcrawler might be on vacation out here.” “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Buck grumbles, slouching down a bit in his chair.  Eddie decides to take pity on him. “Aw baby, don’t worry. I’ll protect you from any cryptid.” Buck’s annoyance softens, and he looks over at Eddie with a quietly pleased smile. “Yeah? Even Bigfoot?” “Even Bigfoot,” Eddie vows solemnly. He holds out his hand and Buck takes it instantly, allowing Eddie to tug him out of his chair. Buck awkwardly stumbles a few steps forward before dropping heavily into Eddie’s lap. The wood creaks a little ominously beneath them, but Eddie’s content to ignore it when Buck loops his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Even a werewolf?” Buck murmurs. Eddie plants his hands on Buck’s hips, letting his thumbs slip under the hem of Buck’s shirt to stroke over his warm skin. “I’d fight a whole pack of werewolves for you.”

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[exhuastedpigeon]

Seven Sentence Sunday

The finale helped break my fanfic writing writers block (yay) and now I'm working on a fic set immediately following Chris leaving and how Eddie grieves, heals, backslides, grows, learns to love himself. I know there are already so many versions of this story but I'm having fun writing it.

“Hey,” Buck says when Eddie walks in eighteen days after Chris has left, four shifts into the reign of Captain Gerrard. Eddie isn’t sure when he started counting his days, but it must have been eighteen days ago.  “Hey,” Eddie says, opening his locker and tossing his bag in. His voice sounds rough even to his own ears.  “H-how are you?”  “How do you think I am?” He snaps, unable to keep the anger and sadness inside of him for another second. As soon as he says it guilt runs through his veins like ice - this isn’t Buck’s fault. Buck has been nothing but supportive. He’s been a rock in an ocean of grief and pain and chaos. If Eddie’s honest with himself, which he’s getting marginally better at, he knows he’s lashing out at Buck because Buck is safe. Ava, his new therapist, would probably tell him that he’s trying to hurt Buck because he doesn’t think he deserves Buck’s kindness and it's easier to push him away than accept his kindness. “Sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

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[watchyourbuck]

“Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?” if it sparks joy 💙💙💙

Buck could see the drops of sweat going down Eddie's back. They tainted his grey shirt every time he walked.

Eddie’s steps were unsteady, unsure. He had worked for over fourteen hours, and the high of the call was finally going down. He was tired.

Buck leaned against the glass door of the locker room, his firefighter gear bent over his hips. He sported the same grey shirt, but it wore a little tighter on him than Eddie. He crossed his arms over his chest, a playful smirk overtaking his lips.

It took Eddie a minute to notice. He had sat down on the bench and started to take his boots off, when a ring on his brain made him look up. Buck’s stare was dark.

“What?” he asked, a tremble in his voice. He sat up right, looking behind Buck to see if anybody else was around. “What’s going on?”

Buck licked his lips, shifting ever so slightly. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie could have choked. If he had been consuming anything, he would have choked. He blinked, processing the scene in his mind. He couldn’t have heard right. “Wh- what?”

“You heard me,” Buck muttered, pushing himself off the door frame. He walked inside, taking three menacing steps. “So, are you?”

The sweat going down Eddie’s skin turned ice cold, everything else stopping right in place. He let go of his muddy boot. “Uh-,” he started, cutting himself off.

The height difference was making him anxious, so he slowly rose to his feet. Buck was still taller, but it felt a little less uncomfortable. He forced a playful frown on his face, not really sure how to respond.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Buck’s scoff was hard to ignore. It was riddled with cockiness and a throaty sound that made Eddie’s heart pump. “I see the way you look at me,” he said, loud and confident, like no one could hear them. “Your eyes on my body, the way you lick your lips... I’ve seen it all.”

All things considered, he could run; he could abandon his things in the locker room and bolt. But something was keeping his feet on the ground like nails on a casket.

“Cat got your tongue?”

Yes. “Buck, I-.”

“Look,” he said, stopping him mid-sentence — not that he had anything else prepared. “I’ve been patient. I’ve been nice, haven’t I?”

He reached forward, taking a strand of Eddie’s sweaty hair and pushing it away from his face. If he had had long hair, Eddie was sure he would have put it behind his ear. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been,” he continued. His voice was condescending, but no matter how hard Eddie tried, he couldn’t seem to find it unappealing. “But now I don’t wanna be no more, so I’m asking. Are you done pretending you don’t want me?”

Eddie breathed out, a shaky little gush of air escaping his lips. Buck’s eyes roamed down his body, stifling a little ‘aw.’ “Look how hard you are.”

Again, he could have choked. Nothing in the world could have prepared him at all for what was going down. A part of him still thought he was dreaming —and it wouldn’t have been completely ridiculous, taking into the account the dreams he actually did have.

He nodded again, a feeling of absolute defeat settling in his bones. Buck nodded along, clicking his tongue like a teacher who’s just caught you cheating.

“Great,” he said, taking one step closer. A voice in his head yelled at him to wet his lips, but Buck didn’t lean down to kiss him. Instead, he reached forward to palm him through his gear. Eddie moaned with his mouth closed. “Now that we’re clear, I’ll be waiting for you in my car. Got it?”

Eddie closed his eyes, breathing slowly and resisting the urge to buck into Buck’s hand. Somehow he knew he would’ve laughed at him. “Y-yes,” he finally whispered, an admission that would cost him greatly.

“Outstanding,” replied Buck, a more than pleased grin extending over his lips. “Take your time.” He leaned in, taking Eddie’s jaw with his other hand and turning him to his side so he could whisper in his ear. “I’ve got all night.”

And just like that, he was gone.

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[wildlife4life]

Happy Birthday to ME!

In honor of my birthday today, I am celebrating by dropping chapter 2 of Three Taps for the Lombardi aka NFL Buck! YAY!!!!!

All the love and major props to @hippolotamus for beta reading and for the edit of Red's door in the fic!

Three Taps for the Lombardi

Mature // 3.9K // Chapter 2 “Chimney basically outed me to the team today. So now they all know I’m gay and have a boyfriend,” Eddie tells Buck when he slides into the bed later that evening. He gently nudges Jade, their black coat retriever mix, from her resting place next to the man who first bought her home.  She huffs in displeasure and leaps down, padding out of their bedroom, most likely heading to Christopher’s room. His boyfriend quirks an eyebrow. “Outed you? Have you been trying to hide it? I thought we agreed-“ Eddie groans. “I know what we agreed to, and I wasn’t hiding that I’m gay, but I’m not going around saying, 'Hi I'm Eddie Diaz from Houston and I only like dick.” Buck chokes on a laugh, but lets him continue. “I’ve been calling you my partner, no gender attached.  But then there were these girls at this awful country bar and they were being very persistent-“ “And you got annoyed, so you pulled the gay card,” Buck says with understanding. The fireman snorts. “Told them I have a boyfriend and I guess the team overheard, or my voice carries really well, I don’t know. But anyways we get in the truck and Chimney blurts out, ‘You’re gay?’ and it was all downhill from there.” Buck is shaking the bed with how hard he's laughing. "Oh my god, Eddie! He didn't out you, you did that yourself!"

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[princessfbi]

Seven Sentence Sunday

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How about some possessive pining wolf Eddie?

Eddie had to swallow past the knot in his throat where he had stuffed down the urge to growl. Every inch of him wanted to knock her hand away and bully between them until he could pin Buck down and cover his body with his own. Her scent was sweet but electric from long exposure to magic and her palm was spreading it all over Buck’s back and mixing it in with Bobby’s. He could hardly smell Buck now. It was there. It would always be there. Peppermint and eucalyptus and warm apples and spring rain.

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Seven Sentence Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

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6B Speculation Buddie Fanfic

I’m proofreading it now. __________________ Here’s a snippet from Buck and Eddie’s argument. __________________

“Now you want to know how I feel.  When you didn’t try to talk to me about it before you did it.  I found out the same time as everybody else did Buck, when your…” Eddie uses his fingers to make air quotes, “so-called friends accosted you here at the station and asked you about missing your appointment?”

Eddie loudly inhales, then exhales and continues whisper shouting.

“It’s obvious—at least to me Buck that you didn’t think enough about our friendship, partnership or whatever the hell we are now to ask for my input before you stuck your junk in a cup and jerked off to help a guy who manipulated you into giving him what he wanted even though you hadn’t seen him in… how long has it been,” Eddie holds up three fingers. “Three years?”

“Eddie… why can’t you see my side of this?!”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “Because Buck… after all these years…” He shakes his head in disbelief. “You… are still all that you see.”

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[hippolotamus]

Sentence Sunday ✨

I can show you lies 'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart

Beloved mutuals and pocket pals... I honestly don't know what to say for myself. This is a case of 'I listened to a song too much, I had an idea I knew I was never gonna write' turned 'I'll just throw it out as a prompt' --> 'I'll just make a moodboard' --> 'Oh god, I've written over 1k words in place of a summary'. SO. Have... whatever this is, T Swift influenced Buddie actor au. Under the cut to save your dash.

Honestly, if the world still exists in the morning, Eddie Diaz doesn't really give a fuck. His girlfriend left, claiming he's still not over his late wife, and his teenage son, the last thread connecting him to said wife, went to go live with his grandparents. After, of course, blaming Eddie for pushing 'yet another one' away. Christopher wouldn't even look at him before he went.

Then there's Anita Mills, his agent, who is probably a few blood pressure points away from a stroke at this point. Assuming she doesn't fire him first.

Let her, he thinks, grabbing a bottle of Maker's Mark from the cabinet. He has a string of blockbuster films to his name, not to mention a commendable collection of Oscar's and Emmy's. Not that they made his parents proud or kept his wife from leaving him before she died. But they exist as proof that he's had a successful career. Between investments and liquid assets he has more money than he would know what to do with in a hundred lifetimes. So, fuck it.

Eddie breaks the wax seal and twists off the red cap. He doesn't even bother with a glass, not really seeing a need. He's never been a big drinker, but lately his tolerance has grown considerably. Indulging until he passes out seems like an ideal use of his time right now anyway. If he wakes up after? Well, he'll consider that a success.

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"Hey! What the hell?!" Eddie manages, coughing and trying not to choke on the ice cold water hitting his body. He opens his eyes to see Mills towering over him, glowering and holding an empty vase. He swipes a hand across his face. "Seriously, Anita, what the fuck was that?"

"I don't know, Eddie, you tell me." She disappears for less than a minute, returning with a hand towel she unceremoniously drops on his chest. "Help me out here. What's today?"

He wriggles himself to something resembling sitting and leans back against the coffee table. "What's today?" He parrots back dumbly.

Anita crosses her arms and quirks an eyebrow. "I asked you first."

Today, today, today. Where was he supposed to be- "Shit! The interview with, uh, fuck." He snaps his fingers and racks his brain trying to remember a name or a face. All he knows is they're important.

"Claudette Collins. Very good, Eddie, you got it part way."

"Give me ten minutes, I'll put myself together and we can go," he says, fighting the violent wave of nausea that hits as he scrambles to stand up.

"Save your poor carpet from getting puked on and sit the hell down."

"What? No, I can-"

"Eddie," Anita interjects, "the interview was five hours ago. The interview with the Claudette Collins. The one that took me months of phone calls, groveling and cashing in favors to get for you."

Fuck. "Anita, I'm so sorry. How-"

"Save it." Anita holds her hand up, effectively silencing him. It takes him back to being seven years old and having to explain why his dad's truck had an enormous dent in it. She rests her hands on her hips, pacing back and forth as she purses her lips. Eventually she sits in the leather armchair situated in the corner. "Eddie, you and I have known each other a long time. A long time. I've been your agent since you walked into my shitty office back in Dallas. Given your impressive display of awards, I'd say we've done pretty well together."

She inhales sharply, rubbing at her temple. Anita doesn't mince words, it's part of why he's always liked her. He never has to question where he stands. She says 'jump' and he knows exactly how high. It's not difficult to guess what's coming next.

"Eddie, I know you're going through a rough patch. What you're dealing with is hard enough without seeing it splashed on every tabloid and trashy website. Not to mention none of those places knows the real story, so it's all a bunch of 'she said he might have said' bullshit. But you've made it through tougher things." Anita doesn't need to clarify that she's talking about Shannon's death and how his parents tried to take Christopher. "I don't know what's happening this time, but I need to take a step back. My wife has made it very clear that all of my attempts at stress management are not working and that if I can't get it under control I shouldn't be surprised when I come home to an empty house. So."

Eddie swallows, waiting for the inevitable and cursing himself for pretending he wouldn't care.

"I've talked to a few friends in the business and found someone willing to take you on."

What?

"What? You're not firing me?"

Anita's features soften. "Technically, yes. I am very much dropping you like a scorpion I found in my boots. However, like I said, I found someone willing to work with you. The name is Bobby Nash. He runs a smallish agency but don't let that throw you. He's cobbled together some pretty impressive talent. I assume you've heard of Evan Buckley?"

Eddie scoffs. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? Christ, he's everywhere you look. I can't pass a damn bus stop without seeing his face." A few details begin to click into place within Eddie's muddled brain. "Bobby Nash is his agent?"

"Sure is. And we all know the stories about Evan's past aren't the type you trot out at parties. My advice is that you don't look a gift horse in the mouth, go with Nash and do whatever he tells you to do. He even has a role in mind for you, costarring with Buckley. What do you say?"

What else was there to say? If Eddie didn't want to get blacklisted or wind up as some washed up tragic Hollywood story, being gossiped about where everyone - including his son - could see what a failure he was...

"I guess I say- when can I meet him?"

"Good answer." Anita clasps her hands together and gives him her signature smirk that tells him she approves. "Just leave everything to me."

Up to this point, Eddie has trusted Anita implicitly with all the messy business that comes with having him for a client. Why stop now?

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[elvensorceress]

sunday sentences

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Buck doesn’t want to know. He’s trying very hard not to know. Eddie wants to take him on a special, official date and he wanted it to be a surprise, so Buck is not snooping. Even though the suspense is killing him. He’s not going to ask and he is not bugging Eddie about the weird research that Eddie said he needed to do. And Buck is most definitely not going to give in now at the last minute when he’s driving Chris to his bimonthly sleepover with his group of friends. 

And Chris tells him, “I know what Dad’s planning. I gave him the idea.”

Buck grips the steering wheel and doesn’t fidget and will not ask for any details. Except surprises are stupid when he’s not the one orchestrating them and what are they going to do? What is Eddie planning? Why does he have to be so secret about it? Why can’t Buck know now? It’s not as if he won’t know later tonight. 

And now their son wants to tempt him into an interrogation and Buck is not going to give in. He’s not. Because word would get back to Eddie and he’s sure Eddie would be disappointed and Buck is not going to disappoint him. 

“Yeah?” Buck says as if he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. No, he does care what it is but he is not going to ask for details. Not. He can wait. It’s only a few more hours. He’s waiting. He can do it. “Do you think I’ll like it?”

“It was my idea! Do you think I’d give him a bad idea,” Chris gives him a side-eyed look, and Buck has to laugh.

“No. Of course not.” Buck just wanted to know without actually knowing. 

Although it doesn’t even matter what the date is. Being with Eddie, his best friend, the love of his life, spending time just the two of them, that’s all that matters. They could be sorting through trash or hiking through the sewers or wading the nasty smelly sections of the LA River, and it would still be something they get to do together. Not that any of that sounds like Date Night fun, but still. They could complain and laugh about it together. He loves when Eddie gets snarky and salty and makes hilarious comments. 

Eddie’s so funny. And he’s so fun to be around. And Buck loves experiencing everything with him. 

“Do you know what it is?” Chris asks. “What Dad is planning for you?”

“Nope,” Buck holds up a hand like a stop. “Don’t want to know. It’s a surprise.”

“You’re not curious? Even a little?”

Buck bites his lip and it’s a trap. It’s such a trap. The child is amused because he knows Buck wants to know. He knows. But Buck is not going to know. He shakes his head and forces on a mild, unbothered face and doesn’t look at Chris. He is looking at the crosswalk coming up and the people standing at the corner on the sidewalk waiting and Buck stops at the intersection where the people are probably walking to the park that is on the other side of the street so that they can do park things there. He will not look at Chris. He’s driving. He’s watching out for pedestrians. He doesn’t want to know. “No. Not curious. If you picked it out, it has to be something good.” 

“Maybe,” Chris says. “I could have picked something bad though. Something you hate. Like when we got Dad the Hildy coffee maker.” 

Buck grins. That was a good one. Still one of his most favorite memories, teaming up with Chris that way. He only wishes he could have seen Eddie’s face in the moment. Only thing that would have made it better. “Yeah. You could have,” Buck agrees and two can play this game. “But no matter what it is, your dad is a hopeless romantic and he’s going to be incredibly sappy and mushy and he’ll kiss me and hold my hand the whole night and nothing could ruin that.”

Chris makes a gagging noise and sticks out his tongue like he might throw up. “You’re worse than the kids at my school. Both of you. Aren’t you sick of it yet?”

Buck laughs. Chris only mentions this every other day. As if Buck would ever be sick of kissing Eddie and getting to be in love with him. “Never gonna happen. Sorry, buddy.”

Chris huffs and rolls his eyes and at least it effectively ends the conversation about the date Eddie is planning for them. 

[littlespoonevan]

This Old Love Has Me Bound 2/2

Pairing: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, minor Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard Rating: Teen and up Chapter Word Count: 6038 Overall Word Count: 9554 Chapter Summary: “You have a good day with Tommy yesterday?” Eddie asks as they weave their way through the fruit and vegetable aisle. He’s not looking at Buck as he asks the question which might mean something. Or he’s just more concerned with deciding which oranges are the ripest. “Yeah, it was nice,” Buck says as he grabs a pack of apples for himself. “Did you, um, did you do anything in the end?” He still feels a little guilty for blowing Eddie off yesterday. Eddie doesn’t answer right away, silent long enough that it has Buck looking up at him. He’s staring at the grapes display in concentration as if he and Chris could ever be convinced to eat green grapes. “I saw Marisol,” he says finally, selecting the same brand of red grapes he always gets and setting it in the cart. “We sort of…broke up?” “You what?” Buck asks, whipping around so fast he almost sends Eddie’s cart wheeling into the strawberry display. He catches it just in time.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Sentences Sunday!

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have a lil from the 7x04 fic i just started like 20 minutes ago :3

Buck hadn’t planned on doing anything to show his displeasure at the sudden friendship between Eddie and Tommy, despite the fact that it sent hot, furious jealousy coursing through his veins. Really, he hadn’t. It’s just…well, he was just going for the ball during their basketball game…unfortunately Eddie happened to get pushed out of the way in order for Buck to get said ball.

Buck hadn’t thought that Eddie would lose his balance and fall hard on his wrist. Nor did he think that he’d be driving Eddie to the hospital to get an x-ray on Chim’s orders. All because of his silly moment of jealousy.

The drive was quiet, Eddie hadn’t said much since he’d fallen. He’d barely even looked at Buck since. And now Buck was sitting there, guilt swirling around him and making him feel sick.

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