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outrunningthedark · 1 year
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while fandom focuses on the domesticity of it all, can i just say that my favorite thing about buckley-diaz scenes has become the attention paid to chris when he has something to say. how many parents/parental figures don’t actually take the time to LISTEN to their kids? anytime he talks buck and eddie are like “points were made” (and they obv think he’s the funniest of the three, which is adorable)
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swiftietartt · 14 days
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CINEMATIC PARALLELS ▸ 9-1-1 “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered” - 7.04 || Top Gun (1986)
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BONUS ▸ Top Gun: Maverick (2022)
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caroandcats · 3 days
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Eddie 🤝 Christopher — hiding at Buck's to avoid talking to/about Eddie's girlfriend
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nothazellevesque · 1 month
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why are we questioning what happened at this wedding it’s so obvious buck’s pants leg caught fire (singed leg), someone dumped their drink on him to put it out (wine stain), eddie panicked and ripped his shirt off to try and pat the fire out (shirtless beneath suit jacket), eddie tackled buck to the floor, and then they both stop dropped and rolled (messy hair and general filth all over the suits) in that exact order /j
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hisbucky · 10 months
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Chimney, in jail: What do we do now? Hen, in the next cell: I'd call Athena, but I'm more afraid of her than anything else. Bobby, also here: So we are all in agreement to keep this a secret from my wife? Eddie: A bit too late for that, cap. Buck, on the phone with Athena: I told you, it wasn't my fault this time... you can't blame Eddie next just because he's my boyfriend - What's that? Yep, Bobby's here too... love you, see you soon! Ravi: ...Sorrows, sorrows, prayers.
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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 year
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national treasure Christopher Diaz
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wolfmadefromash · 10 days
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Oh shit. I just realized, commenting on another’s post, that Tommy and Chimney are friends. Which means there is a very REAL chance that Tommy’s been invited to the wedding. We could get jealous Eddie watching Buck with Tommy or post break up Buck being awkward with Tommy there or a wedding breakup when Tommy see Buck watching Eddie most of the night. There could be an Eddie and Tommy fight that maybe has to be broken up, which could explain the state of Eddie and Bucks clothes.
SO many possibilities
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flimsy-spine · 2 months
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my favorite madney scenes: [39/?] ⇢ Blindsided, 4.09
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buddiebuckley-diaz · 13 days
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So Eddie sees Buck and Tommy on their date. And doesn’t even realize it’s a date, it’s just two friends eating dinner. Which is totally normal, him and Buck do it all the time.
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lovingherwasgay · 1 year
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something about adopting traits from the people you spend the most time with 🤔
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sunshinediaz · 14 days
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detours | 2.7k, teen
“Maybe next time we actually talk like two adults instead of waiting till one of us gets a sprained ankle.”  Buck laughs, full and hearty and loud, and something inside Eddie’s chest lets go. Buck’s a sight when he’s enjoying himself, all big and beefy and brawny but so gentle, so soft and tender, and Eddie missed Buck’s lack of inhibition and genuineness. He missed it so much he didn’t realize it was hurting until it stopped.  “Deal,” Buck agrees, scrubbing his hand down his face. He’s less red now—more pink, maybe, like those peonies Eddie planted in the backyard. Pretty. “How’s your ankle?”  Eddie blinks a few times to get Buck’s pink face out of his mind. “It’s fine,” he lies. His painkillers wore off a few minutes ago and he’s had worse, yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s not aching. “I mean, it hurts, but it’s fine. It was partially my fault, anyway.”  “How?”  “I wore sneakers with a tall sole hoping I could get some inches on Tommy and the other guys,” he explains, shaking his head. He knows better—there’s a reason he never wears shoes when he’s doing legs at the gym. “I’m having a hard time accepting I’m five-eleven and a half.”  (Fuck what his doctor says, the half inch is important.)  Buck makes a goofy face. “I mean, it could be worse,” he says, holding both hands up in surrender. “You could be as short as Chim.”  Eddie reaches around on the couch for a balled up napkin and throws it right at Buck’s face. “You’re horrible!” he says, but he’s vindicated in being validated. He ought to now Buck isn’t ever going to leave him to flounder.  “Yeah, yeah. I know.” He picks up the napkin and tosses it back toward Eddie. “I brought your other shoe, by the way. It’s on the table.”  Eddie stretches high like a prairie dog and sees his missing shoe is, in fact, on his dining room table. He snorts and shakes his head. “Just call me Cinderella.”  Buck grins. “Does that make me your prince charming?”  Eddie grins, too, because how can he not? Buck’s here and it’s okay. They’re okay. “Something like that,” he says because he doesn’t think he’d mind Buck being his prince charming. He’s pretty good at being a damsel, at least. 
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outrunningthedark · 2 years
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in all these years, we’ve never had eddie and christopher sitting down for a meal at buck’s. we’ve never actually seen buck cook for them. but now things have changed. because it’s the right time.  i gotta go scream for a sec.  (we are so close to pancake day becoming a reality. wow.)
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evankinard · 11 days
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eddie when buck tells him he's bi versus the immediate moment after when he tells him he's dating tommy
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watchyourbuck · 7 days
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Buck and Eddie as soon as they start having girlfriend trouble: lmao should I ask her to move in? <3
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very-feral-lesbian · 1 month
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i love that they are addressing christophers trauma and actually bringing up his mom. its so important and im glad the diaz boys are working on themselves, sooooo happy to see it brought up finally
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try-set-me-on-fire · 10 months
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Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids
“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”
Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”
Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.
Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”
Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”
Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”
Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”
“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.
Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”
“Maybe he should stay away from those.”
“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.
Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”
“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.
“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”
“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”
Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”
Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”
“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.
“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”
They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”
Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”
Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”
Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”
“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”
Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”
“Yes. I would.”
Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”
“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”
“Uh huh.”
He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.
“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.
Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.
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