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“Can you see a window?” Buck asks.
Eddie glances around. Nothing. Just darkness. “Ceiling caved in where a window probably used to be. No other doors. I’m—” he rests his head against the cement between them, sighing. “I’m stuck, bud.”
Silence ensues. For a few long seconds, neither of them says anything. Eddie is so tired of not saying anything. If he’s going to die here, he’s going to say the shit he’s been pushing down for years, even if Buck hates him for it. Buck deserves to know. Eddie deserves to have said it. Just once. Just fucking once.
He can’t die a coward. He already lived like one.
“I love you,” Eddie says, voice too quiet. On the other side of the wall, Buck’s breathing stutters. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, heart hammering. “I love you. I’m sorry I— I’m sorry I’m telling you now. Like this.”
Or: in what Eddie Diaz thinks are his final moments, he finally confesses.
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22 Dec 2025
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Buck asks, "Where is your dad?"
"He's downstairs buying sodas," Christopher replies. He sits down next to Buck and points at the magazine. "Why are you reading Bridal Guide?"
"Oh." Buck flushes a little. It's not like he can explain: I realized I'm in love with your dad and keep accidentally planning a wedding we're never going to have. "It was this or Golf Digest."
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21 Dec 2025
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Eddie Diaz is absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent home aone when he decides to try on something soft, red, and wildly outside his comfort zone.
Buck still having a key turns out to be… unfortunate timing.
Or: Eddie lets himself be seen, and Buck doesn’t look away.
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And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
“On Friendship,” Kahlil Gibran (From “The Prophet)“Uhm, do you have a preferred side?” Eddie asks. His tongue is so dry in his mouth. He should have had more water at the bar.
Buck shrugs, glancing at the neat stack of pillows against the headboard. “This side is good.” He licks his lips. His broad frame somehow looks small, like he’s pulled himself inwards.“Do you -” Buck starts to say, then pauses, rubs his palms against his thighs. “Do you want to, like, build a pillow wall down the middle?”
Or: Buck and Eddie attend a Firefighter Convention in Indianapolis. And wouldn't you know it, there's only one bed. You know how this goes.
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16 Dec 2025
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“Champurrado,” Eddie corrects softly, putting the tray down on the coffee table. “We used to drink this with Abuela when we helped decorate her tree.”
“Oh,” Buck breathes, blinking down at his mug. This - this is a deeply personal family tradition that Eddie has so casually included him in. Buck knows how much he’s missing Abuela, knows that this is probably helping him and Chris feel connected to her. And they’re including Buck.or
Five times Eddie included Buck in his and Christopher’s family Christmas traditions plus two new ones they make together. Bonus Eddie lightly torturing Buck through blatant flirting.
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- Part 1 of Buddie Advent 2025
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14 Dec 2025