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"Yeah, Dad, the curse was so taken out of context!" Chris agrees enthusiastically with Buck and finally Eddie's laughter started to subside.
"Oh, please tell me you did not get our kid to start believing in curses," Eddie spoke and Buck could hear both the incredulous stare and fond smile through the phone.
"Well, of course curses are real," Buck started to defend.
"Evan," Eddie chastised.
"Look, all I'm saying is-"
"Buck," Eddie chastised again and this time Buck felt a rosy blush blooming on his cheeks. The name caught him so off guard that he allowed enough silence for Eddie to speak again, "Chris, mijo?"
Chris spoke up between his giggles, "Yeah, Dad?"
"Please tell me you still know curses aren't real," Eddie almost seemed to be pleading.
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When Buck becomes a probationary firefighter at the 118, he doesn't mean to keep his family a secret. It's just hard to talk about his husband and son when Eddie's deployed overseas. At least if he can't talk to the 118 about Eddie and Chris, he can still talk to Eddie and Chris about the 118.
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The loneliness within came out of him in strings, wrapping his bones in the misery, yet too entangled to be fixed, and too clear to be seen. Wrapped so tight they carved into his bones, leaving dents; damaged but never broken.
A dive into Buck’s loneliness after the lawsuit, and how Eddie picks up the pieces.
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Buck’s imagined finding his soulmate what must be thousands of times. Imagined the curve of their delighted smile, the warmth of their embrace. Usually, in his mind, they were a woman. As he grew older and knew himself better, he allowed himself to sometimes picture a man. Sometimes, before the truck bombing, he’d wished it would be Eddie himself.
But always, always, they wanted him.
The reality of the situation is a far cry from his daydreams: Buck, sitting on the cold tile, quietly weeping as he realizes that the person he’s been waiting for, the person he was made for, doesn’t want him after all.
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In a world where soulmates share scars, Buck has a few epiphanies after the shooting. One: Eddie is his soulmate. Two: Eddie has known this since the ladder truck, and hasn't said a word. Cue angst.
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Buck’s vision was starting to blur at the edges, a dark vignette creeping in like smoke. His hand fumbled for Eddie’s sleeve but didn’t quite make contact. He slumped further down, back pressing against the base of the table, trying to stay quiet. Trying not to make this worse.
His fingers came away from his chest, soaked in red.
No one had seen it yet.
And Buck couldn’t find the air to call out.
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The 118 only meant to attend a gala—but by the end of the night, Buck was shot, and nothing was ever the same again.
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“He told me he loved me.” Buck’s voice was quiet, fragile. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sting that came with the memory. “I didn’t say it back.”
He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his face with both hands, his chest heaving. The pain, the grief—it had never left him, but now it was raw, it was real, and it was breaking through everything he had tried to hold back.
“I didn’t say it, Eddie,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I didn’t… I didn’t even say it. And now he’s gone.”
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After a rescue mission ends in collapse, Buck and Eddie find themselves trapped with no radio, no way out, and too much unsaid between them. In the quiet between disasters, they’ll finally face what’s always been there. Post-8x17.