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fandom-means-family · 1 month

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What if the Bachelor episode leads to a discussion at the station about finding true love, about what you want and need in a partner, and about what it really takes to get that special relationship. Eddie repeats his wish for a partner who has his back. Buck says he needs someone who accepts his emotional baggage and doesn't mind that he's a little bit of a mess. Which earns him the softest look from Eddie as he silently shakes his head. Hen talks about how important it is to be a team and to trust each other. Chim shrugs and says that he just knows he wants Maddie in his life until his dying day, and Bobby adds that he'd gladly take a dozen bullets for Athena and their kids and he just knows that she feels the same.

"But how do you find something like this?" Ravi asks.

And Buck says, "You don't find it. You make it."

He doesn't look at Ravi, though. He looks at Eddie.

Eddie looks back at him.

And the rest of the team witnesses their Oh moment.

#eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck eddie #911 #buck x eddie #911 on abc #i just love good callbacks #otp: you two have an adorable son #you don't find it son #you make it

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biboybuckley · 1 year

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no matter how hard it gets, i'll take the graveyard shift

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz | 4.6k | Teen and Up Audiences | aka: evil doctor!buck fic

Summary: After waking up from the coma, Buck continues to have nightmares about the darkest parts of himself breaking to the surface.

Eddie’s hurt. He’s hurt and he’s broken and Buck can’t remember why- can’t remember what happened- but he knows it’s his fault. He knows he’s the reason Eddie is lying before him, bloodied and pale and his face twisted in pain instead of peaceful in his sleep.

His hand doesn’t hold Buck’s back, no matter how hard Buck squeezes it. His chest rises and falls, but his breaths are shallow. His eyelids flutter, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks, but they don’t open.

He’s okay, a voice inside Buck’s mind supplies, he’s alive, he’s stable. He’s okay.

He doesn’t look okay. And Buck doesn’t feel okay. Buck feels like he’s choking, his chest constricting around his heart, his ribs cracking under the invisible pressure and stabbing into the soft tissue they’re meant to protect, leaving him bleeding from the inside out.

Then Eddie’s eyelids flutter again, cracking open ever so slightly this time. His eyes, dazed with pain and drugs, land on Buck and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow smile. His fingers twitch in Buck’s grasp.

“Buck,” he breathes, some of the pain leaving his face as he murmurs the name.

“Hey Eddie,” Buck chokes out, the tears stuck in his throat threatening to drown him. He knows what drowning feels like. He’s had water fill his lungs, leave no room for air or a scream to let loose. He knows what it is to not be able to breathe. He’s never felt it quite like this.

“Am I-?”

“Stable,” Buck cuts in. “You’re stable. They want to keep you at least overnight, probably through tomorrow.”

Eddie nods, once, his eyes falling closed again. Buck thinks he’s fallen back asleep and he starts to lower his own head to meet their conjoined hands, to press his lips to Eddie’s split knuckles and whisper a wordless prayer. He doesn’t quite know how to pray, if he’s being honest. He thinks to pray he would have to believe someone was listening.

The only person he wants to hear his prayers is Eddie.

“Chris,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring. “Y’gotta go home to Chris, Buck.”

Buck shakes his head, firmly. He’s already been through this in his own mind, every molecule of his body being pulled in two directions. One is home, taking care of the child that makes up half his heart. The other is here, beside the battered and bruised other half, holding his hand as if by doing that he could heal Eddie himself. “Carla is there. Bobby is going to go over. Everyone’s agreed to look out for him, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Eddie squeezes his head. “He needs you, Buck.” His face contorts for a moment, his brow furrowing and mouth curling into a pained grimace.

“I need you,” Buck whispers. And that- that feels like a prayer. It is a prayer, more holy than any words Buck could pull from the Bible or recite in a church.

Eddie squeezes his hand again, his grimace melting into a smile. “Hey, I’m right here. Okay? Not going anywhere. But I- I need you to be with Chris. Please, he needs a parent right now. He’s endured this too many times already.”

Buck’s breath catches in his throat at Eddie’s murmured confession, his blatant statement. It pierces Buck’s chest, expanding in the same way a flower blooms, the honey warm petals curling around his heart, protecting it from the fear trying to shred it to pieces.

“I’m not-,”

“You are,” Eddie insists, his voice the firmest it’s been since he woke up. Buck meets his gaze and it’s fierce, fully aware of what is being said. Eddie means this.

“Okay,” Buck breathes. “Okay. I’m going to take care of him Eddie, I swear. We’re going to be home, waiting for you to come back to us. Okay?”

Eddie only nods, his eyes falling shut again. Buck barely hears the whispered Thank you that falls from Eddie’s lips like a sigh.

Buck gives himself a couple more moments, studying Eddie’s sleeping face, more peaceful now than before, until he squeezes Eddie’s hand once, twice, and moves to his feet. He waits another moment to ensure the beeping of the monitors stays the same, then he turns and leaves. He feels the distance like a physical tether, connecting him to Eddie and growing tenser with each step he takes in the wrong direction.

But there’s another tendril, one connecting him to Chris even this far away, drawing him in and in further. Two lines, one heart. He wonders, briefly, if they’ll tear his heart in two. He doesn’t care.

Love doesn’t work like that. It sounds like Maddie’s voice in his mind. It’s not meant to hurt you, to tear you apart. Those lines don’t get cut, don’t get stretched too far. They are infinite. The tension is just a reminder they’re still there.

Buck lets out a slow breath as he walks down the hallway, further and further from Eddie’s room. The tension isn’t painful, Maddie’s voice is right. It’s just a gentle tug, a warm and constant reminder that Eddie’s still there.

A doctor passes Buck, bumping into his shoulder and continuing on without a word. And something- something feels off. Something twists in the pit of Buck’s stomach and bile rises in his throat and his hands start shaking and- he has to get to Eddie.

He can’t move. His feet are planted firmly to the floor, each desperate to run in the opposite direction.

Then two things happen in quick succession:

First, a text comes through on his phone. Automatically he checks it and nearly sobs in relief when he sees the photo from Bobby, of Chris fast asleep in his bed, his face sweet and innocent and peaceful.

Second, he hears a shout. It’s muffled, cut off, barely there. He almost thinks he imagined it. But the ringing in his ears promises he didn’t.

“Buck-!”

The tether snaps.

Eddie.

Buck spins on his heel and bolts down the hallway. It’s longer now- longer than when he came up it, Eddie grows further and further away as the tile expands under Buck’s feet.

He bursts into the room late- too late, too late. The monitor has flatlined, reduced to one deafening, monotonous tone.

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#buddie fic #buddie911 #Buddie #buddie 911 #evan buckley #eddie and buck #buck eddie #buckandeddie #Eddie Diaz #911 on fox #new fic #My fic #911 fic #tals writes #my writing #nightmares #evil doctor buck wip #evil doctor buck

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babygirldilf · 10 months

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eddie speaking spanish. eddie talking in english and spanish slips in when he's comfortable with someone. eddie talking to buck in english and half sentences in spanish because he's comfortable around buck. eddie calling buck pet names in spanish and buck knows some so he blushes like crazy or googles the ones he isn't familiar with and one time one day buck calls eddie a pet name in spanish and eddie short circuits and buck blushes and says he thought he'd give it a try and they both blush and avert their eyes and I just fucking cannot take it anymore can someone write this please

#buck eddie #buddie #buddie fic #eddie speaks spanish #buck loses it #they both lose it #i lose it #let's all be deranged together #mi amor #cara mia

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alabamasuhn · 3 months

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They should close those Damn legs..

#911 stills #911spoilers #911onABC #buddie #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buck Eddie

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claraoswaldtyler · 19 days

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Desperate for a 911 roleplay now we have canon bi Buck.

Reach out to me in my DMs if you’re interested, I’d love to hear all about you and what you’re looking for.

I’m primarily looking for Buck/Eddie as the main focus, but I’m happy to include other relationships on the side if we wanted to explore themes of infidelity or deep confusion.

I would also be interested in writing against a Tommy if that’s your cup of tea, but this ad is mostly focused on Eddie and Evan! Let me know your thoughts!

I’d love to play Buck. I’m open to AU’s but would ideally love to stick within the canon universe as I feel like it has plenty of room to grow and to shift as we like it, with a show like 911 we can put them in any situation we want.

I would be happy to write within any season, whether we go from the current canon point with Buck coming out or elsewhere. For example, it could be interesting to see what could happen in S2 if their dynamic had shifted and they started a FWB type situation, while their own personal lives are in chaos around them or if we went with a different situation, like one of them being a 911 operator. Please let me know if you have had any ideas itching at your brain, because I will undoubtedly be up for it.

I'm a 21+ writer who is literate and writes multi-paragraph to Novella style responses. I’m a regular responder hoping for the same.I have zero limits and l'm a huge fan of angsty stories with darker themes but I also like fluffy scenes and I am wanting to write a romance above all else. I'm OOC friendly too!

I love writing side characters and there are so many to choose from in this world! I want to explore all the varying dynamics that we see throughout the show, whether that’s familial bonds or friendships or other romances.

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aivuh · 1 year

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My Favorites ❤️

#buck eddie #911 fox #Bestfriends #brothers for life

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buddie-diaz-world · 2 years

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Things 911 writers took straight (nothing is straight about this) out of fanfics. Season 5 Edition.

5x16

▪️Eddie befriending strong, amazing women at dispatch center. Still waiting for their friendship with Maddie though

▫️Eddie I can know weird facts too Diaz, because of a certain firefighter

▪️Firefighter Diaz (DILF Eddie, I’m not sorry)

▪️Eddie, you’re with Buck

▫️Buck following Eddie without question when he learns Bobby’s inside saving May

▪️Buck and Eddie jumping into action together and working perfectly side by side

▪️Buckley and I (they are married, your honor)

▫️Sassy queer Eddie getting revenge on Josh

▪️Eddie shaking his head when Buck started rambling about the fire truck falling on his leg

▪️Buck! (Oh, my dear dumb husband please stop talking you’re scaring the patient)

▫️Buck and Eddie saving a member of queer community

▪️You guys should take this act on the road

▫️Also, that smirk from Eddie. What was that, Edmundo?

▪️Buck and Eddie sharing a look and just running together to save Bobby

▪️The universe does not scream♦️God has spoken

▫️Taylor being territorial and jealous of Buck around Lucy while not actually noticing that all this time this man is building a family with his best friend

▪️Buck ignoring Taylor and Lucy and staying by Eddie’s side at the hospital

▫️Also, whatever the hell that death stare from Eddie was (cough, cough Jealous Eddie)

▪️And Evan seducing Eddie pose Buckley. I mean, I’m not the only one that noticed, right?

▫️As a side note, all the parallels to everyone’s in 118 begins episodes. I have seen this idea, but actually watching this one screen brought tears to my eyes

5x14 list

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fionaswhvre · 7 months

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Things we would get if buddie ever becomes cannon:

• Buck & Eddie cuddling with each other.

• Buck & Eddie flirting with each other at work & annoying the 118.

• Their shy, awkward first kiss.

• Their eventual heated kisses and then comfort kisses.

• Bobby, Athena & Maddie having the "talk" with Eddie to never hurt buck

• Chimney calling Eddie brother in law

• Buck and Eddie nursing each other's small injuries that they get on calls

• Hen & Karen telling Eddie it's okay to come to terms with his sexuality at any age.

• Christopher calling Buck "Dad".

• Buck eventually moving into the Diaz household.

• Eddie giving up on cooking finally and letting Buck take care of them.

• Hen and Chimney gonna be like "We always been knew".

• Buck and Eddie eventually proposing (they both will somehow decide to propose on the same day and get on their knees together)

• Buck and Eddie finally, finally being happy

Buddie things which are already canon in the show.

#eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buddie #buck eddie #buck x eddie #911 fox #buddie canon #buddie getting together #911 season 7 #911 abc

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fandom-means-family · 1 year

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Okay I know you all want Eddie to completely lose it when Buck gets hurt, but I raise you: Eddie going into combat mode and being the one to perform CPR all the way to the hospital, basically holding Buck's heart in his hands, and then just collapsing once Buck is wheeled into the ER and the glass doors close. Bonus points if someone else then notices that Eddie is also injured but didn't even notice.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck eddie #911onfox #911 promo #911 speculation #my brain is running wild #i want to write this fic #and in one months we'll provably find out that buck and eddie are both fine without even a scratdh #like buck not getting hit by that car #urghhh

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menace-behaviour · 1 year

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*Buck ordered another H.I.L.D.Y. to their house*

Eddie: That's not funny.

Buck: I thought it was pretty funny.

Eddie: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of your mother's funeral because you started thinking of a Dad-joke that Bobby told you two years ago.

Buck: Well, yeah. But also, my mother's funeral was pretty funny to be at.

Eddie: Yeah, that's true.

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biboybuckley · 1 year

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i need somebody to pull me out of this grave

Teen and Up Audiences | 2k | Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

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Five times Eddie yells for Buck and one time he whispers

or:

Eddie flashes back to the events of the night before while sitting in the hospital chapel. Bobby finds him there after awhile and the two have an important discussion about handling their new circumstance and what it means for them individually

5 times Eddie yells

Buck!

He didn’t know yet. He didn’t know that Buck was already dead, that yelling wouldn’t do any good. The first shout cracked open something in his chest, spilling poison into his veins. It didn’t matter that he was injured too- he was moving. Buck wasn’t. Buck wasn’t moving .

His world narrowed to one pinpoint- Buck hanging midair, not moving, not calling back to him. Nothing. Helpless, vulnerable. Bile rose in Eddie’s throat but he ignored it, starting to scramble up the ladder on shaking legs, gripping the sides with trembling hands as he tried to force himself to breathe.

It didn’t matter that he was essentially climbing up a lightning rod in the middle of the storm. Let lightning strike twice, he thought, let it take him out too. Just let him reach Buck first.

Buck!

He went up the ladder as quickly as he could manage, shouting, begging for any sign that Buck could hear him. He had lost his breath, he could barely manage the one word shout. I’m coming, it said, I’m coming for you, I swear.

His gaze didn’t stray even for a moment, desperate for any sign of life from the limp form of his best friend. His partner. His coparent. Chris’s second father. One of the two people in this world Eddie doesn’t think he can ever possibly live without.

Buck!

He was almost there, so close. Hang on, please, I’m almost there. I’m going to get you to safety. There was no response, still, as his voice broke and the plea tore its way from his throat, burning as it left and leaving an empty space inside him that was growing by the moment. Desperation clawed at his chest, tearing at his throat, flooding his veins with a burning chill that was worse than being hit by lightning.

Buck!

He was at the top now, looking over the edge at the lifeless body below him. He could see his face- barely. His expression was slack, not even a twitch. Nothing. He looked-

No. No, he’s not dead, he cannot be dead. Eddie shook his head, his breaths gasping pants now as he grabbed the line, yanking on it with everything he had. It wasn’t logical- he knows that, now- but at the time all he could think was in my arms, I need him in my arms. I need him to know I have him .

A sob ripped itself from him as he failed to pull his partner up, defeat beginning to cloud his brain, panic clawing at his throat, tears threatening to choke him.

Can you hear me?!

Buck!

A desperate plea, begging for any sign of life- anything to hold onto aside from the red line connecting him to the person that dragged him to safety when he was convinced he was drawing his last breath, who he reached for with the last of his strength, who saved his and his sons lives in more ways than Eddie can ever define.

Eddie has experienced the worst of what he thought the world had to throw at him. But this- this is the worst pain he has ever felt.

Need more slack!

He finally gave in, accepting that if he couldn’t pull Buck to himself, he could deliver him to the only other people he could ever trust with his life. He felt the distance between them as a physical force as it grew, the invisible tether that has always connected them straining as the red line grew longer, taking Buck further and further from Eddie.

He was choking on it, he couldn’t yell anymore. The further Buck got, the less he could breathe. Panic clouded his brain, blocking out anything that was not Buck’s lifeless form that kept getting smaller and smaller.

Buck! Buck, talk to me! Please, c’mon, come on Buck!

He doesn’t remember getting down the ladder. He doesn’t remember running toward the ambulance. The next thing he knew, he was shoving Bobby- shoving his Captain- aside, desperate to lay eyes on Buck. To see his chest rise and fall, to watch the breaths leave his mouth, to feel his pulse fluttering beneath his fingertips.

Bobby didn’t let him, holding him back and shoving him away. Eddie didn’t hear anything he said other than you’re driving! And Eddie- Eddie could do that. He could drive, he could get Buck to the hospital in time. Three minutes. That’s what Bobby said.

Eddie pulled into the hospital two minutes later, slamming the ambulance into gear and leaping from the car. He bolted around to the back, reaching the doors just in time for them to be taking Buck on. He knows he shoved someone- he doesn’t remember who- but it didn’t matter because he was on top of Buck, beginning compressions.

If Buck’s heart wasn’t going to beat on its own, Eddie would do it for him.

Then he was being pulled off, and voices were shouting, and it all became a blur. Bobby yanked him away as a nurse swore they would do all they could.

Not enough! Eddie wanted to shout, All you can isn’t enough unless you save him!

But his voice was raw and his throat burned and the words refused to come out as Bobby directed him away.

The last several hours have been a blur.

Eddie’s in the hospital’s chapel now.

He doesn’t remember coming here.

He doesn’t know why he’s here.

He hasn’t prayed in a long, long time. He decided- he’s not totally sure when- that if there was a God, He had nothing to offer Eddie but false hope and empty promises. He decided he would no longer beg someone who wasn’t listening for help, that he would never beg for help again. Not when he can help himself.

But he can’t help Buck.

So he’s here. His St. Christopher medal is clenched tightly in his fist, tears burn his eyes. His cheeks are wet and his throat is so raw from screaming and sobbing that even breathing hurts. He stares at his hand, at the St. Christopher medal resting in it. He doesn’t look up at the altar. He can’t.

He doesn’t think he wants to pray. He doesn’t know. He needs- he needs to do something. But praying now… it feels false, like a ploy to convince himself he’s somehow helping. But is faith really faith if it’s only for the security of knowing you’ve tried everything?

It all replays in his head, the shouts echoing in his mind on a continuous loop. If he closes his eyes, all he sees is Buck’s body- his corpse hanging from the line that Eddie clipped him to. The ladder Eddie let him go up. The rain falling all around them, beating down on Buck’s pale face. The flashing lights all around them. Everything a blur aside from the sharp focus on Buck.

He’s already thrown up at least once since they took Buck away, but nausea still twists in his stomach, acid rising in his throat. Clenching his jaw tightly, he closes his fist around the pendant, the edges biting into his skin. Saint of travelers, protective against sudden death. He and Chris were going to give Buck one for his next birthday. Eddie welcomes the pain, squeezing tighter as he clenches his jaw, silent tears dripping down his cheeks.

“You saved his life, Eddie.”

Eddie starts at the voice, jerking his head around just in time to see Bobby slide into the pew next to him. He looks like a wreck, his face exhausted and eyes bloodshot. Bobby doesn’t often look old, but right now he seems weighed down by his years, the lines in his face sharp and heavy. This is killing him, just as it’s killing Eddie.

“I failed him,” Eddie bites out, looking away again. “I fucking- he died, Bobby. I didn’t fucking save him.”

“His heart is beating now.”

“But he may never open his eyes again,” Eddie chokes out, tears flowing faster now as he lifts his fist to his forehead, hitting it lightly over and over. “He might never wake up.”

Bobby’s fingers wrap around Eddie’s wrist, pulling his fist away gently. Eddie starts to fight, but finds he doesn’t even have the energy to do that.

“You got to him in time, Eddie. That line saved him, gave him the chance he has now.”

“It should have been me.”

Bobby is silent for a moment and Eddie turns to look at him. He sighs deeply, then meets Eddie’s gaze. “That’s what Buck said. When you were shot. And before that, with the well. He begged me to let him go down after you when you cut your line.”

The breath is punched from Eddie’s lungs, escaping him in a sharp breath. “He-?”

“I told him no.” Bobby looks towards the altar. “I told him we didn’t need two cut lines. He was desperate, Eddie. We all- we thought you were dead. But we couldn’t tell him, not then. He was infuriated we would even imply you might not still be down there. You all think he’s dead. That’s what he said to me, when I told him we couldn’t dig our way to you. He looked- God, Eddie, he looked so betrayed that we might have lost even a bit of faith in finding you.”

“He never-” Eddie’s breathless, his head spinning. “He never- no one ever told me-”

“You found your way back to us, Eddie. To him. Now you have to trust he’s going to do the same.”

Eddie hasn’t stopped crying and a fresh wave of tears burns as they track down his face. His voice is small, broken, when he begs, “And what if he doesn’t?”

Bobby’s jaw ticks and his expression cracks and Eddie realizes how fucking unfair this is. Bobby has already lost two children, he can’t lose another. Eddie should be comforting him, not the other way around.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No,” Bobby cuts him off, raising a hand. “No, we aren’t doing that. Not now, not yet. We have to believe. I’m going to pray. And you…” Bobby looks at him and his expression softens. “You should go to him, Eddie. You need to. You and Chris, if you think he’ll be up for it.”

“Buck would never want Chris to see him like this,” Eddie whispers, the thought shattering his heart.

“He needs to hear you, feel you. Both of you.” Bobby smiles a small, sad smile. “He needs to remember why he has to fight.”

Eddie draws in a sharp, shaky breath and nods. “Are you gonna be okay?”

Bobby turns his gaze back to the altar, his breath trembling as he inhales slowly. “I’m going to try. That’s all any of us can do right now, and we have to. For Buck.”

Eddie nods again, firmer this time. “For Buck.”

+1 time he whispers

Eddie settles into the chair beside Buck’s bed shakily, his hands trembling as he studies Buck’s face. This is… it’s all wrong. The tube breathing for him. The slack expression on his face. The hospital gown. The beeping machines. All of it. It’s wrong.

Usually, Buck looks peaceful when he sleeps. It’s one of Eddie’s favorite things, strange as that sounds. Watching the lines and anxiety disappear, fading into a sweet innocence and openness that Eddie can’t believe he’s allowed to witness.

Shakily, Eddie takes Buck’s hand between both of his, pressing the St. Christopher pendant into his palm and squeezing lightly. He lifts one hand to Buck’s forehead, gently brushing aside the loose curls. They’re free of gel right now, washed away by the rain. Eddie loves Buck’s natural hair, but right now all it does is send a sharp lance of pain through Eddie’s chest. He clasps Buck’s hand with both of his again, lowering his head to press his forehead against their joined hands.

“Please,” he whispers. “ Buck, please come back to me.”

#evan buck buckley #evan buckley #eddie and buck #buck eddie #buckandeddie #Eddie Diaz #worried eddie diaz #bobby nash #Buddie #buddie fic #buddie911 #buddie 911 #buck whump #6.11 spec #tals writes

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