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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 blorbodiaz
18 Apr 2026
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Not a who.
A what.
Because that’s what New Mexico had done to Buck.
It had taken his belief in people and warped it into something painful and twisted.
Because Buck didn’t see a person when he saw Earl Sheets.
He saw a nightmare.
His nightmare.
His nightmare standing in the firehouse and nearly three feet in front of him.
BTHB Prompt: Troubled Fetal Position
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- Part 5 of Princessfbi's Super Bowl aka 9x13 Fic Collections
- Part 14 of BTHB Fics
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14 Apr 2026
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Now, at three in the morning, Buck felt like an accordion, bent at frequent intervals and sharp angles and he found himself questioning every memory he had of his early twenties. Had he really fit comfortably in the back seat once upon a time? Or had it always been cold and lonely and uncomfortable and those rougher edges of his memories were just sanded down by time and distance?
It was uncomfortable now. It was embarrassing now. Buck shivered, wrapping his arms around his bare arms and trying to scrunch down further against the seats. Away from view.
Early on in their friendship, Eddie finds Buck sleeping in the Jeep and takes him home.
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13 Apr 2026
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Approximately ten seconds had passed before Hen hastily folded the letter again, shoving it back into Eddie's hands, her eyes slightly wide. "You - er - you should be reading this. Not me."
Eddie looked at her curiously. "Hen -"
She shook her head. "No, I'm serious. That is not for my eyes, Diaz. I'll - I'll go and search the living room. You - you should read it. I heavily urge you to read it," she added, a little softer this time.
Well, fuck it.
Eddie started to read.
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The 118 are at Buck's, making sure his home is a safe space for his recovery. Eddie opens a cupboard and finds a letter that changes everything.
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12 Apr 2026
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“Oh my God, I’m fine.” Buck says, sounding exasperated. “Will you—will you stop acting like you’re my fucking boyfriend?” he snaps.
Eddie shakes his head, “Acting like... What is that supposed to mean?” he narrows his eyes.
Buck huffs, “You know what it means, Eddie. I can’t—You’re not.”
“Bullshit.”
(Or, after coming back from New México, Buck is going through a lot, and he keeps pretending he’s not. Luckily, Eddie sees him.)
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09 Apr 2026