BUDDIE ★ SNATCH
what episode was the wedding???
I’m finally writing a post-8x06/post-8x07 fic. Say hooray (or not, I guess) lmao
buck really be acting like half the Italian population during covid lockdown
just gotta say… 1.0 Eddie Diaz would have probably let Buck call Tommy, but 2.0-Finding-My-Joy-Homosexual-In-Progress-Eddie Diaz steals Buck’s phone.
THAT’S THE CHARACTER GROWTH WE WANT IN OUR MAN 💖💓💗💞
I don't get it. Why would he type type type and not send anything? Maybe he just changed his mind. You think I should call him, right? Definitely not.
THEY ARE MY CHILDREN MALFCJHAKAJSHZHDJFJDBHS
THIS WAS AN INSANE SHOT
Uncle Buck and Jee 🥹❤️
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH 😭
maddie and chimney are this 🤏🏻 close to shoving buck and eddie into a closet and lock them into it until they admit their feelings, I CAN FEEL THAT
evan has never been enough. evan hurt himself begging for his parents’ affection. evan hurt himself because he desperately wanted to be seen. evan did everything right and yet it was never enough. evan desperately wanted someone to see him and choose him and love him no matter what. so eventually evan left, because there was never really a place for him. evan never fit in a box so he went and made the box himself. but this is buck’s box, not evan’s. evan is buried deep deep deep, because evan grew up with buck but still carries the wounds of an unloved child. but then eddie diaz knocked on the box, carefully, slowly, and then dove right into it, barged into every corner of it without asking for permission. and buck found that there are still so many pieces of evan left in the box. but as he looked around in the box, he found that, with eddie, evan could also come up from time to time, on his own terms, and eddie would be okay with that. then eddie went and “because evan”-ed him and buck felt like suddenly the box was all evan’s but it was weirdly okay. eddie saw evan and still loved buck. eddie maybe knows how to love evan too. then tommy came along and completely ignored the box, dismissed it, belittled it. and buck found himself spending less and less time in the box that he has carefully constructed for himself, to the point that he convinced himself that he could live outside of it, maybe without it. but all it took was a five minute conversation for tommy to remind him that evan has never been good, that evan has never been loved, that nobody has ever seen evan. except… oh. maybe he can get back to the box because that’s the place he belongs. he belongs in the box, with eddie who loves evan as much as he loves buck, who has always seen evan and has always seen buck. he goes back to his carefully crafted box and realizes that it is his only chance at love, for him and evan. so when eddie looks totally out of it and high and drunk on an uncharacteristic joy, buck just stays because in the box evan is simply shrugging and saying well, this is where we belong, where we both belong. this is their box now, and it’s okay. they are okay.
I want to get him into a tiny glass cookie jar so nothing can hurt him ever again
I would let him break my heart destroy it crush it set fire to it no problem you name it bby
i'm sorry but lmao at oliver being on set for the entire time they were filming the dance sequence and ALSO for him shaving like. girl. "i had a bit at the end of the dance scene, so i had to be there" or whatever he said. girl you absolutely did not HAVE to be there that whole time 😭 be so serious
Tidbit Tuesday
I was tagged by @divine-victory (you’re so nice to me 😭 — thank you!) to post some wip snippet I guess but I have nothing except the new chapter of Glass doors I’ve been working on for ages so I’m posting a bit of that for y’all.
“Can I make a confession?” Eddie whispers, breathing Buck’s smell in.
“Mhm…”
“I kinda hate your parents.”
Eddie says that almost conspiratorially, in such a way that Buck can’t help but laugh, leaning back and looking at him with shiny eyes.
“I love you,” he mumbles, feeling a little bit too pathetic but so, so honest.
“Yeah, love you too, Buck.”
Eddie keeps rubbing his back until they both silently decide to go back to bed and now it’s Buck who cuddles up on Eddie’s chest. More specifically, Buck puts his head on Eddie’s shoulder, his arm thrown across Eddie’s middle and their legs tangled together.
“She said I don’t have to bother with coming back at this point…”
Buck leaves that hanging in the air of Eddie’s dark room, cocooned by Eddie’s arms and his presence, while his heart breaks and heals at the same time. Eddie audibly gulps, recoils at the admission. He can’t even begin to imagine telling his own son such a cruel thing.
“I’m sorry, Buck, I- I really hate that. You don’t deserve any of that,” he tells Buck, turning around to have a better hold of the other man.
That’s when he notices the silent tears on Buck’s face and he goes to dry them with his thumbs. “Buck, hey,” he pushes him. “Look at me.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a mess, I’m-” Buck wiggles away from Eddie’s embrace, fully intent on getting out of his bed, out of his hair, on taking his leave.
“No, Buck, hey- hey, stop that.” Eddie grabs his wrists, dragging him into his chest and that’s Buck’s last straw. He breaks down and cries, sobs until his eyes hurt and his face is swollen, while Eddie pats his head and combs his hair with his fingers.
“Shh, you’re okay, baby, you’re gonna be okay, I’m right here,” is one of the things Eddie finds himself babbling over and over, in the desperate attempt to help his boyfriend feel better.
Buck shakes his head. “I just-” he sniffles. “Just want a family who loves me.” Eddie holds him a bit tighter. “Why’s that too much?”
Cause you’re too much, a voice reminds him.
“I… I don’t know, Buck. Bu- but I can be that, I want to be that, for you… if you want me,” Eddie tells him. And God. This is everything he has ever dreamed of. Being chosen. Being loved. Being respected. Cherished. Accepted. Eddie’s fingers on his cheek burn. Buck wants to drown in this man, crawl into his skin. How did he get so lucky?
“Eddie, I- I- you can’t-” He’s cut off with a searing kiss that leaves him breathless.
“I know you want your parents to love you. Everyone wants that. Even I want that… but, I just,” Eddie takes a moment, as though he is really contemplating his next words. “I want to be yours, your best friend, your boyfriend, your-”
He hopes that one day he will be able to say husband and he stops.
Too fucking soon, Diaz.
“Whatever you want,” he settles on. “I love you, for real.”
tagging only the lovely @pinkpeachteay cause I’m scared of tagging people I haven’t talked to in case they think I’m weird lmao
Lucyyyyyy omgomgomg I can already tell I’m gonna CRYYYYY
Young Buck 😭😭😭
Baby Eddie is so ready to wife Buck up I love them 😭
Okay now I’m gonna use the hashtag LUCY LAD all the time whenever I write something lol 💖
I updated GLASS DOORS 🚨
it’s not a drill— I really did it
To make sure you forgive me for how long it’s taking me, I’m giving you a cupcake: 🧁 (Buck made it! With Jee!)
SAD BUCK NOISES
Eddie Diaz needs to hurry up and pepper this boy’s face with infinite kisses.