WHAT

Dont make me laugh im on school DONT MAKE ME SNORT PLEASE

I don't know if my favourite part of the episode was Buck saying he has feelings for Eddie or him saying that he does not have feeling for Tommy

Buck moving into Abby's apartment and waiting for her to come back, but she never did.

Buck moving into Eddie's house and waiting for him to come back, but terrified that just like Abby, he won't come back to him either.

bobby in the coffin

You don‘t understand I NEED to know what happened to Chris‘ room. I NEED to know.

Notably when Buck finally moves his stuff into Eddie's house, you see him decorating and moving his stuff in the Living room, and the Kitchen and setting up his (Eddie's) Bedroom but Chris' room remains entirely untouched

apologies for the delay. had to make a whole new graph to extend the y-axis because buck will never stop saying this man's name.

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being a writer who got into writing poetry as an outlet is weird because sometimes i feel things so much i have to write a poem about it, and then sometimes i feel things so much that every time i try to write about it the words die

anyways i’ve got to stop trying to have coherent thoughts after 9pm. or maybe ever

omg i wrote a fic! today! i was like "i'm gonna write a fic before bed" and then i just... did it! just like that! wild. this never happens. anyway.

killing time at the cemetery

Gen-ish, but also Buck/Eddie | 1.8k | T | coda to 8x15 "lab rats", angst with a happy ending because i do not do MCD 🙅🏻‍♀️

Featuring: Griefstricken!Buck, acts-of-service!Buck, and repression!Buck. Basically.

Buck’s not an idiot. People keep looking at him. He smiles pleasantly and thanks people for their condolences and responds to voicemails and emails and messages. He sees their pity, and thinks viciously, you don’t know a thing about me. He sees the expressions on his coworker’s faces, the hesitation and the knowing that he’s not himself, and acts like he doesn’t. Slides an invisible mask on, assures everyone he’s okay, he’s doing as well as he can be considering the circumstances (he’s not), that yes, he’s talking to someone (he’s not), that he’s not burning the candle at both ends. That last one is debatable, but—he has orders. Cap gave him an order. They’re gonna need you. So he pieces himself together, every morning, and he is there. No one should be concerned about him on top of everything else. They have their own families to worry about. Their own feelings.  Buck keeps his buried deep, and prays he doesn’t have a coma nightmare.

this was written very quickly and without much editing, so take from that what you will, but @theflatman yelled at me about pain, so i feel like it might be okay? love you all.

"JINX IS ALIVE" i yell as i am dragged through the halls of my high security asylum