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Eddie leads as they amble up to the room. He’s glad they’ve stopped for the night. His body really is hurting and he knows that he needs to sleep. The room is easy to find. His heart is pounding as he unlocks the door. The moment he looks inside the pounding stops. The room has four beds in it. Four. Two rows of beds facing each other. This is the opposite of what he wants. He can feel his mood plummet. Buck steps in the room and lets out a wry laugh.
“What did you ask for? A family suite?!”
“No!”
“I guess we can spread out this evening.”
“Whatever.” Eddie knows he must sound petulant. “I’m going to have a shower.”
“You ok?” Buck’s asks. Worry creeping into his voice.
“Peachy.” He spits.
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Reverse trope- too many beds.
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- Part 2 of 911 writing sprint fics
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“Can someone hold my hand?” Fear, pain and exhaustion are etched on her face. Eddie’s heart breaks for her.
“Of course. Of course.” Hen reassures her.
“Can I get the himbo?”
Hen lets out a joyful bark of laughter. “I see the pain meds have kicked in. Plenty of choice for himbos here.”
“Buck!” Eddie shouts. “You’re needed over here”. Every word feeling wretched. He doesn’t want to watch Buck hold her hand and whisper softly to her that everything is going to be alright. He can’t bear to see someone get everything he wants right now.
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“It’s being reported that loads of the newer Hildy’s, the ones with voice controls, have been having a fault with the new update. Turns out the Hildy records what’s being said so it can give better adverts and the mechanism has completely broken. So anytime a button is pressed it’s playing back stuff it’s recorded matching the user profile name.”
“So anytime we make a coffee it’s going to play something about us?” Ravi asks.
“Sounds that way.” Buck answers.
—————The Hildy AI system has been recording the conversations in its proximity. Eddie learns about himself and why Buck has been pulling away.
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As he padded back into the locker room he was faced with the sight of Eddie sat on the bench. His face turned toward Buck with an expectant expression.
“What’s going on with you Buck?” Eddie asks. His voice quiet and laced with concern. “You’ve barely spoken all shift. Hell, you’ve barely spoken in weeks. I’m worried. We’re all worried.”
Buck huffs out a terse laugh. Irritation floods through him.
“And I guess the team nominated you to check in?”
“No. This is all on me right now. You barely text me, it feels like you are avoiding me on shift and I want to know why? What is it that is making you pull away?”
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“Buck” Eddie’s voice is low, practically pleading. “It’s not safe. Please. Just think about moving back in with me.”
“My car was broken into. It’s fine.” Buck says firmly.
“They eviscerated it!”
“Eddie, it’s LA. It’s a miracle my car hasn’t been broken into before now. It’s a smashed window. And yeah. It’s not great that they poured beer all over the seats, but the Jeep is in the shop and I’ll get it detailed. I’m not breaking my lease.”
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This is all perfectly applicable to friendship. Friendships require effort. Intentionality. Sometimes you have to watch a minute long Instagram video about attracting men to figure out how to get your male best friend to come back to your house and fall asleep on your couch again. Or in your bed. Either one.
Whatever Buck's comfortable with. Eddie's not picky.
Eddie will take whatever proximity Buck is willing to offer and be grateful for it, and if that sounds desperate then fine, it's a little desperate, but it's friend-desperate, which is a completely different thing than regular desperate.
He replays the video and takes mental notes, formulating a plan that is simple: get Buck's attention. Spend more time with Buck. Stop feeling like his ribcage has been hollowed out with a melon baller every time he goes forty-eight hours without hearing Buck laugh.
Easy and straightforward. He’s got this.
Or,
Five times Eddie tries to show Buck how much he misses him; plus the one time he just says it.Bookmarked by ThinDarkDuke
15 Apr 2026
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love will call (love will make you fit it all in the car) by beetlesandstars
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15 Apr 2026
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Eddie Diaz: father, veteran, firefighter, gay. It’s that easy. A descriptor, a word that Eddie’s spent his entire life running from.
It’s a fucking relief to realise now that he’s stopped running. The burn in his muscles will linger, but it’s okay. It will serve as a reminder of how far he’s come.
Beside him, Buck huffs a laugh. “I can’t believe you did a honky tonk dance.”
Eddie laughs, startled. “I can’t believe you didn’t."
Or: on the drive back to Los Angeles, Eddie works up the courage to tell Buck the truth.
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15 Apr 2026
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"Can I try something?"
"Yeah, sure, g-go ahead, man." Buck cringes, and even that is adorable.
"Close your eyes."
"E-Eddie," Buck croaks helplessly.
"I'm not gonna bite, Buckley. Trust me?"
Buck closes his eyes. Squeezes them shut, really.
Eddie tugs his face into the curve of Buck's shoulder before he can lose the nerve, Buck's pulse fluttering wildly against the tip of Eddie's nose.
Buck is struggling after the events in New Mexico. Eddie decides to move in with him about it.
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10 Apr 2026
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“Hey, Buck?” Christopher says. “How do you know you’re not in love with my dad?”
Buck freezes. A full body clench. “Uh,” he says. “Could you - - I think I - - sorry,” he laughs uncomfortably. “Could you repeat the question?”
“I asked Dad, but now I’m more confused. And you date men, right? But you don’t date Dad. So how do you know you don’t want to date Dad?”
Or, Christopher has some questions. He asks the two worst possible people.
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09 Apr 2026
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“Maddie?” It was silent over the line for a long moment—too long—and Eddie shifted forwards, throat tight. What was going on? Why– “Maddie?”
A sob cut through the silence, a choked, broken sound, and Eddie could feel the way his breath got trapped in his chest. He’d been at Maddie’s side when Buck was struck by lightning, when she found him after the tsunami, when she barreled into his hospital room after the ladder truck crushed his leg, when they found Chim on their wedding day, and– and he’d never heard her sound like that. “Maddie, what–”
“They got Buck. Buck’s gone. They took him, they took Evan.”
The world stopped. And it didn’t keep turning. Because– Buck.
“What?” His voice sounded faint to his own ears, cracked, broken, shattered, and Chris jerked to look at him again, dropping the blankets clenched in his fists and turning to face him as his feet slid off the couch to the floor. Fear shone in his eyes, and– and Eddie’d forgotten how well he could read his reactions now.
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The Before, During, and After of Buck being kidnapped and Chris coming home, connected by their phone calls.