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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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You want to fix everything. Trust me, I know that feeling.
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bisexual-buck · 2 years
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2x18 (This Life We Choose) ✘ 5x02 (Desperate Measures)
chris + hugging his dads
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bilosan · 3 years
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9-1-1 | EVAN BUCKLEY
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johnbroutledge · 3 years
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outer banks season one + favorite soundtrack moments (insp)
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spacebell · 2 years
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NANCY DREW (2019-)
1X15 | THE TERROR OF HORSESHOE BAY
"Well, it's not as great as a booth at the claw, but I do have a couch with your name on it. If you're interested."
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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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Is there a secret ingredient?
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boykisserbuckley · 11 months
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It’s going to feel pretty real, pretty soon.
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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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If a guy can’t make a joke about dying, what’s the point in living?
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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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'Cause he got the help he needed, and that started with you.
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boykisserbuckley · 3 months
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all of me a wound to close | ao3 link
9k, hurt buck, pre-buddie
Alone in the elevator, it all roars to life again. He told himself years ago that he wouldn’t be that guy anymore; he’d cleaned up his act and left it behind. Or so he thought, until he was down a couple drinks too many and kissing someone who isn’t Taylor just because it felt good. He hates himself for it. Taylor deserves better than that. Better than him. Maybe he’s always been this way. He thought he’d left this itch behind too. He hasn’t touched a blade since before Maddie left. Before Chimney followed her. He’d gotten clean and stayed that way, even as the scars started to fade—but it’s blooming again into something that’s getting harder and harder to ignore. aka: after kissing Lucy, Buck self destructs.
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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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That wasn’t exactly my choice.
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boykisserbuckley · 1 year
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called your name ‘til the fever broke | ao3 link
3.9k, hurt buck, v lightly buddie
Through his blurring vision, Buck gets a flash of brick siding—a house?—and then the sun glints off steel, blindingly bright. The hands release him. Buck’s back hits something hard and unyielding, punching the breath right out of him. Something digs uncomfortably into his shoulder. He wheezes, trying to catch his breath and fight his way to a sitting position at the same time, but his legs are still bent at the knee hanging half out of—is this a fucking box?
It’s unseasonably hot. Buck might love summer, love the heat, but really—this is a bit much. The day had dawned beautifully warm, but by afternoon it’s gotten worse. The truck is sweltering when he hauls himself in next to Eddie, and he can’t suppress a groan of frustration.
“It’s too hot,” Buck complains, slumping down into his seat. Even the leather is hot to the touch. Bobby gives him a sympathetic look over his shoulder from the front and reaches over to flick the air conditioning on. 
“Sounds like a simple medical call,” Bobby says, as the radio chatters at him. 
“No turnouts?” Buck asks hopefully. Bobby laughs and shakes his head. 
“Why send us all out if it’s just medical?” Eddie asks, at the same time that Buck mutters, “Thank god.” 
“Dispatch says the caller was a little unclear on the details,” Bobby explains, “There may or may not be a second patient—we’re not sure, so we’re just covering all the bases.” 
“So we’re going in blind,” Eddie says. Beside him, Buck twists, trying to maneuver the strap of his radio over his head without undoing his seatbelt.
“Dispatch saw no need to send an officer our way, so I’m not worried,” Bobby assures him. He cuts a look to Buck, eyebrows raised. “Buck, what are you doing?”
“It’s hot,” Buck complains again. He finally succeeds in getting his radio off and drops it next to him, reaching for the buttons of his uniform shirt next. “I’d rather not wear two shirts if I don’t have to.” 
Bobby sighs. “Fine.” 
Buck pops the buttons and tugs at the sleeves, getting them down past his shoulders. He gets as far as his elbows and then resorts to wriggling, trying to get the sleeves off the rest of the way with the shirt trapped behind his back. He’s sure he looks ridiculous—at least Hen and Chimney are in the ambulance, so Chim isn’t here to razz him about it. 
Eddie takes pity on him after a moment, reaching over to help get one sleeve over his wrist. The second is easier, with one hand free. His LAFD t-shirt is damp with sweat down his spine, but it’s better than multiple layers. 
“Thanks,” Buck says, leaning back against the seat again to let the air conditioning work its magic. 
There’s hardly time to enjoy the cool air from the vents before they roll up to the scene. Buck grimaces at the thought of stepping back into the heat, but he unclips his seatbelt and gets a hand on the door anyway. 
“Put your radio back on,” Eddie reminds him, and hops out.
read the rest on ao3
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boykisserbuckley · 2 years
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Oh, hey, I just got a text from my sister about her first call!
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boykisserbuckley · 2 years
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I really did miss you.
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boykisserbuckley · 2 years
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Is that really love?
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boykisserbuckley · 2 years
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I guess I thought I could learn to live with it.
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