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"Dad." Chris looks up. "Dad, please tell me this isn't actually you. Please tell me you have a secret twin or something."
Eddie frowns. "What isn't me?"
"This." Chris shoves his phone across the table, nearly knocking over Eddie's water glass in the process.
Eddie catches it before it can slide into his plate and looks at the screen. It's TikTok, which Eddie barely understands despite Chris's many patient attempts to explain it to him. There's a video playing on loop and the quality is terrible but Eddie recognizes his kitchen immediately. Those floor-to-ceiling windows he'd been so excited about when he first saw the apartment. The window with the busted blinds he keeps meaning to replace. His couch. That’s definitely his couch.
And yeah, okay, that's definitely him, shirtless, wearing the stupid cowboy hat that his buddy from his new firehouse gave him as a welcome-to-the-team gift.
That’s him. Cooking dinner. In full view of his massive windows. For apparently the entire internet to see.
"Oh my god," Eddie says faintly.
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A crash course in accidental thirst traps and the soulmates they attract.Bookmarked by finickyfox
18 Jan 2026
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“Josh doesn’t have a cat, Evan,” Maddie’s voice was hushed.
“What?” Buck froze.
“Josh is allergic to cats,” Maddie told him. “They make him sneeze like crazy.”
“Then… who’s cat am I-“ Buck’s voice trailed off as he looked around the apartment in horror.
The photos on the wall, the decor style, the drawings on the fridge, the cat.
“Buck, are you in someone else’s apartment?” Maddie asked in a horrified tone.
“I- you said apartment 506!” Buck told her.
“I said apartment 606!” Maddie corrected.
Buck pulled his phone away from his ear, quickly fumbling to open his messages and- fuck, Maddie had said 606.
“But- the key was under the mat-“ Buck’s breath picked up.
“A lot of people leave spare keys under the mat!” Maddie cried.
Before Buck could say anything else, he heard the terrifying noise of a key in the lock of the front door.
Oh no… oh god.
“Maddie, someone’s here!” he groaned.
“Oh my god, Evan!” Maddie’s voice sounded exasperated.
“What the-“ a low, smooth voice sounded from the doorway.
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the fic where buck accidentally breaks into eddie's apartment and cleans
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15 Jan 2026
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“Eddie, you can’t just give up.”
“I’m not giving up.”
Buck turns and points an accusing carrot at him. “You are. You’re doing that self-punishment thing where you think that because you messed up before you don’t deserve to try again. Which is stupid.”
“Every relationship I’ve ever had has been a disaster,” Eddie says, sounding angry, but not at Buck. “I never do any of it right. I’ve never done a single part of it right.”
“Eds, I know it feels that way, but when you find the right girlfri-”
“I don't want another girlfriend Buck!” Eddie yells.
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Buck remains determined to find Eddie the love of his life.
Eddie already has, he's just coming to terms with it.
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14 Jan 2026
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He sighs, frustrated, with the world, with himself, with the stupid, mediocre beer he’s drinking that cost him twelve damn dollars, before tip even.
“The club isn’t the problem,” Eddie mumbles, staring across the dance floor, where Buck is curving his hand around the woman’s head and whispering in her ear.
“Is the problem that your wingman is a traitor?” Ravi asks, snickering at the sight.
“No. The problem is I don’t want to pick up women.” Eddie really hopes that’s enough information. Ravi is a smart guy. He kind of hopes he’ll piece it together. Though another part of him, a soft, new part of him, hopes Ravi doesn’t. He hopes he has to say it. He should probably get some practice in, right?
Ravi looks at him then, studying him. “You’re really happy being single?”
Eddie exhales. Smiles small and shakes his head.
“No, it’s not that,” he says. “I’m just gay.”
OR Eddie comes out at the club during 9x07. Just not to Buck.
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11 Jan 2026
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Buck is about to walk out of the airport. He can’t do this. He won’t. But then a hand—a big, warm hand—settles on his shoulder.
“Hey, uh—”
Buck turns, and standing there is the most beautiful man Buck’s seen in his entire life. A week’s worth of stubble across his jaw and cheek, a strong nose, and the deepest, prettiest brown eyes he’s ever seen, framed by mile-long lashes. Buck’s breath catches. Buck’s not into men, but holy shit, if he was—he’d be into this guy.
Well. He is kinda into this guy. Well. That’s—
“I’m here with my kid,” the guy continues, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and pointing toward where a blonde-haired, smiling kid with red glasses and crutches is standing. The kid lifts a hand and waves. Okay. Even if Buck is into the guy—kid usually means wife. Damn. “He’s got CP. We’ve done this song and dance a thousand times. You want a hand?”
“Sir,” the man cuts in, “this is a private discussion—”
Buck, who really was trying not to cry before, feels like he’s fighting a losing battle now. His eyes are a little wet, and his hands, gripping his crutches, are shaking just a little. “Fuck. Yeah. Please.”
OR Eddie Diaz vs American Airlines.
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09 Jan 2026