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EVAN BUCKLEY + close-up 2/?
NEED MORE OF THEM IN S8 🙏
Tell me that this:
Does not have the same vibe as this:
And I think we can all agree we're Isaac here 😂❤️
UNCLE BUCK & JEE-YUN + their matching white shoes
[Image ID: three gifs of Evan Buckley and Jee-Yun Buckley-Han from 9-1-1 episode 6.08, "9-1-1, What's Your Fantasy." They are at Buck's apartment while Buck babysits for Maddie and Chimney:
GIF 1: Jee-Yun running through the apartent with an armful of toilet paper dragging on the ground behind her.
GIF 2: Buck chasing after her, skidding to a stop to hover his hands over the toilet paper littered on the ground before deciding to leave it and chase after her again.
GIF 3: A closeup shot of Jee-Yun's white shoes as she runs to the other side of the apartment, then Buck's white shoe as he chases after her.
/end ID]
dya think buck learned loads of bee facts after the ren faire call in 6x08? XD
eddie wondering why chris didn't talk to him about his crush, like babe i'm not sure you, a 30+ year old repressed gay man who's in love with his best friend/son's co-parent but is either unaware of it or won't do anything about it, is the person christopher would look to for dating advice
building castles in the sky
6x08 coda
christopher spills into the schoolyard surrounded by a gaggle of kids, bright-eyed and grinning, a flush tinting the shells of his ears bright red. he gets that from me, eddie thinks, looking at him, the knowledge settling warm and certain in his chest. christopher is like him in so many ways, but they’ve never looked much alike; this, at least, is one way eddie can see himself in his son.
“hey!” he exclaims when christopher gets close, crouching down for a hug and quickly getting back to his feet when christopher gives a frantic shake of his head, glancing off to the side at a gathering of his friends. “how was the party?”
“good!” christopher says, then starts climbing into the car before eddie can get another word in.
eddie looks at carla, who raises her eyebrows. “guess that’s all we’re getting out of him,” she says, laughing, and eddie purses his lips.
“looks that way.”
they drop carla off on the way home, and christopher sits silently in the backseat staring out of the window. eddie glances back at him in the rearview mirror a couple of times, and sees a secretive little smile playing around his mouth.
but eddie doesn’t pry. he remembers being eleven, remembers his first school dance and the butterflies that started unfurling in his stomach. he remembers, too, the look on his father’s face when he got home, the knowing nudge of an elbow, the way he’d tugged on the corners of eddie’s collar. what a little ladies man you’ve grown into, he’d said.
it had felt wrong, even then, in ways he hadn’t even begun to understand. he doesn’t want to do that to christopher.
so he lets christopher hold on to whatever it is, lets him smile out of the window and disappear into his room to change into his pyjamas without a word. he goes in to say good night, later, and finds christopher looking up at him like he’s trying to figure out how to say something. but the words don’t come, so eddie tucks him in and tells him he loves him and stands up to head out.
it’s only as his hand brushes the light switch by the door that christopher calls out. “dad?”
“yeah?” eddie says, turning back to him.
“how do you know if you like somebody?”
eddie blinks. “like a friend?”
“no!” christopher groans, flopping back against the pillow. “like more.”
“oh,” eddie says, and crosses back to the bed. he sits down, settling in with one leg pulled up. “do you think you like somebody like that?”
christopher sighs and covers his face with his hands. “yeah.”
“hey,” eddie says, tugging at one of his hands. “it’s not a bad thing.”
“but how do you know?” christopher asks.
“i guess it’s a little different for everybody,” eddie says. “but when you like someone… you want to be around them all the time. you always want to talk to them, and tell them about everything that happens. when you tell a joke, or when something’s funny, you check to see if they’re laughing, too.”
christopher sighs again. “i definitely like somebody.”
eddie’s face splits into a smile, and he reaches out, thumbing at christopher’s chin. he squirms away from the contact, but he grins up at eddie anyway, pleased and a little shy. “hey,” eddie says, ruffling christopher’s hair. “that’s great. do you want to tell me about them?”
christopher looks thoughtful, then bites his lip. “maybe tomorrow?”
“of course, buddy,” eddie says. “whenever you’re ready.”
he gets up again, makes it out of the room and turns the lights out this time. he whispers a final good night from the doorway and heads to the living room, digging his phone out as he collapses on the sofa.
he opens his texts with buck and types out guess what chris just told me, then stops with his thumb hovering over the send button.
his own words echo in his mind. you always want to tell them about everything that happens, he’d told christopher not five minutes ago. and here he is, texting buck about what just happened.
but—it’s buck. he always tells buck about things.
it doesn’t mean anything.
right?
he sends the text.