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alexisrosemullens · 3 days
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I'm always gonna fight to come home to my family (x)
Bonus:
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jeeyuns · 3 days
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evan 'buck' buckley with his diaz boys through the years "I'm the guy that always wants to fix everything."
+ when are we going to pick up this loose thread?
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tawaifeddiediaz · 3 days
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just realized that if christopher were to watch that video eddie took of him in 2x10 meeting santa, he would hear buck in the background fondly and proudly saying, “i really admire that kid. i love the way he always wants to do everything on his own.”
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erlie · 2 days
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Buckley-Diaz family portrait.
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feral-peacock · 3 days
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Christopher: watches his dad make a new friend. 👍Hangs out with new friend decides he's kinda cool.😎 Gets left with dad's gf all the time while Dad is off with new friend.😐 Hangs out with Buck while Dad is with new friend. 🙂Watches Buck spiral about dad's new friend. 🙃Dad comes home injured after hanging out with Buck and new friend.😦 Buck is involved in the injury somehow? 😕And is now not visiting. 😠Dad asks gf to move in. 🫨
Christopher: I cannot deal with this I'm fleeing the state.
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lenaboskow · 3 days
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hey genuine question what the fuck was the reason for the christmas elf saying "you two have an adorable son" if not buddie. especially right after talking about shannon. because i think about this every day
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imakatperson22 · 2 days
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Buddie fics this and tevan fics that.
Where are all the fics about what Chris is doing “out of town”? I need people to start writing about Chris being on his own little side quest or something. Where is he? What’s he doing? Why’d he go there? Make it happen people!
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watchyourbuck · 2 days
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Suddenly remembered that Buck’s s6 coma dream confirmed that without him Eddie would have lost Chris,,, I’m gonna eat glass
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while filming 8x1, i want Ryan, Jennifer, and Gavin to throw their own 100th episode party and just not invite any of the other main cast members 😂
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bludhavensbirdboy · 10 hours
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rewatching 911 and there is something so humorous about Eddie turning up to bucks apartment with chris after the tsunami and being like hehehe so funny he can’t run fast, and can’t do lego! take him to the zoo or something life’s great while buck looks like shit and is about to have a breakdown gotta rate eddie for being enthused and chipper like once in his life
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groupielove21 · 2 days
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I need a fanfic where Buck's loft gets trashed for some reason, he has to move out and decides to move in with Tommy, but...he doesn't feel good.
Buck decides to go with Tommy because they are a couple and that's what couples do and his boyfriend is genuinely the perfect partner, but his couch is uncomfortable, his neighbors are noisy when Buck tries to sleep, Tommy never buys the right brand of beer...
And Buck puts up with it, because it's a new relationship and everyone tells him he has to get used to it and he really wants it to work.
But it doesn't feel good.
And one day, when Tommy has a 48-hour shift, he decides that's enough.
Eddie has been walking around a house that feels too quiet for almost a month and he just wants to scream.
Break something again.
And Chris is at a sleepover with his friends and Eddie doesn't know what to do other than watch a movie, until the door opens and closes so fast he thinks he imagined it, but no.
Buck is there, taking off his shoes, asking if he's okay and if Eddie has any beer and Eddie thinks it's all a fucking joke because...how dare he?
How dare Buck show up here, after a month of practically only seeing each other at work and only talking to Chris at night when they play on the computer?
How dare Buck come to his house, unannounced, using the key Eddie gave him?
How dare he come here, pretend there isn't a black hole between them that's been forming since Buck didn't choose Eddie's house as his new home?
With all these questions, Eddie turns off the TV, follows Buck into the kitchen, and decides that yelling all this is better than putting the broken furniture in his room back together for the second time in his life.
So... as the girl with the fanfic masterlist I want one with this plot where Buddie ends well after a big argument and maybe with a long dramatic kiss after Buck fixes his whole situation.
(If someone writes it, let me know!)
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hippolotamus · 17 hours
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Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕
Buddie fic title:
If only I knew you had electric fingerprints
-❤️🪐
Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛
After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.
He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.
Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!
Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?
And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.
When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.
Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading them to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.
"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.
"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."
"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.
And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.
How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.
He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.
But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.
Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-
Dear Christopher.
He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.
As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.
In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.
It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.
He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.
Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.
He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.
Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.
"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.
He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.
“Hey, buddy…”
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disaster-j · 2 days
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Everyone's like "why is Eddie talking about Christopher like he's a college roommate all of a sudden" broskis have y'all never met a preteen?
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peoplemakemesick · 3 days
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No but I can't get over how Eddie said "you didn't end up like you" to Buck
Everyone tends to see Buck as the womanizing reckless, irresponsible daredevil. They even tend to use Buck as a verb to kinda describe screwing up (?) like when Chimney said "you Buck'd that up" after Buck hurt Eddie during basketball.
But Eddie knows Buck to the core. Where others see recklessness, Eddie sees Buck's self-esteem issues.
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He's so certain of his Buck-knowledge that he put him in his will without even telling Buck
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I don't even have actually anything to say to the following gif but I just love how much it shows how well Eddie knows Buck
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buckleydiazmp4 · 1 day
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GOOD morning have you thought about how eddie has explicitly reassured buck of his absolute trust in him when it comes to caring for christopher TWICE. have you thought about how since the very beginnings of their friendship buck has built and maintained that trust by infinitely loving christopher as his own. have you thought about how buck was the one to ask bobby if they could have chris come to the firehouse when eddie had no one else to stay with him. have you thought about how buck is the one who introduced them to carla. but also have you thought about how eddie adores chris so much that he knew his kid would be perfect to cheer up buck after the truck incident and he was RIGHT. have you thought about how they both know how special and wonderful chris is and how they would lay down their lives for him
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moonylouwho · 2 days
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when we have canon established buddie and we get eddie kissing buck where he’s always placing his thumb when he grabs his shoul- [GUNSHOTS]
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