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I’m moving!!
I’m moving to a new blog so my 911 blog will be my main. You can find me @werewolfbuckley
Tags: @vampirebuckley @ghostlyben @transbucke
For my newer followers! I have moved to @herochimney!! You can find me there instead
evan “buck” buckley ↳ season two
Maddie Buckley week 2020 | Day Seven ▸ Free Choice: Maddie + Colors | pastel rainbow
9-1-1 + planet symbolism
Who tf else sending you vampire posts back off this is my territory
It's just Esther :/
i don’t want to fight :(
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Olympus Moodboard Collection: Hen Wilson (Daughter of Apollo)
9-1-1: lone star | top 5 episodes (as voted by my followers) → 1) 1.10 austin, we have a problem
how easy it would be to show me how you feel
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Buck knows it’s Eddie that sits down across from him without even picking his head up from the table. It might be weird that he can recognize his best friend just from the way he inhabits space, but right now he’s thankful for it, especially because he knows it means he won’t be forced to talk or think or move until he’s ready.
24 hour shifts always feel long, but this one felt more like 24 years. Calls were nonstop — so much so that Buck can’t remember the last time he ate — and each one seemed closer to catastrophe than the last. His arms ache from the three people he had to do compressions on, and his leg is stiff and sore after being on his feet more than off of them. By some miracle or good karma, they didn’t lose anyone, but they almost lost too many for Buck to feel like today was actually a success.
He takes another minute to breathe and enjoy the quiet. Everyone else has left already, and B shift is already out on another call, so there’s a welcome stillness in the loft that he knows won’t linger for long. He lifts his head, resting his chin on his crossed arms, and is met with Eddie in the same position, waiting for him. He does his best to smile, but he knows it’s not up to his usual wattage, can feel that it doesn’t make it to his eyes. He stays still under Eddie’s gaze, his eyes scanning Buck’s face for who knows what — hidden pain, fatigue, emotional distress. Knowing Eddie, it’s probably all three at the same time. But Buck gets to do his own cataloguing — Eddie’s hair still mused from his helmet, the mole below his left eye, the shadow of his stubble growing in — so he can’t complain. After a while, Eddie nudges Buck’s shin under the table with foot, motioning toward the stairs with his head.
“Come on,” he says. “You’re coming home with me.”
“You should really buy a guy dinner first, Eds.” Buck says, because he may be exhausted, but he can’t just let Eddie get away with saying things like that.
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“I lived in Mexico for a while,” Buck’s saying, hands folded behind his head as he leans back in his chair, one long, lean line, “It was cool, I learned a lot.”
“Did you?” Eddie asks, dropping his mug into the sink as he passes it. Buck looks over at him, like he hadn’t realized Eddie was in the room.
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