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“Need one practice kiss for good luck?” Buck asked softly, a twinkle sparkling in his eyes.
Eddie gaped at him, feigning horror to disguise the actual panic settling behind his ribcage. “Was my kiss last time not satisfactory enough?”
“Well,” Buck said with a wince, “your date that night flopped, so obviously not.”
“I didn’t even kiss her, Buck!” Eddie protested.
“Not my problem.”
“You’re so annoying.” Eddie inched closer, his hands coming up to seize the front of Buck’s shirt. “C’mere.”
Or; Eddie starts dating again and Buck lets him practice kissing him for good luck
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12 Jan 2026
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“Maddie thinks —” Buck trails off, leaving his sentence purposefully incomplete.
Eddie looks at Buck, studying his regretful expression, clearly waiting for him to continue. “What does Maddie think?”
“She thinks… She thinks I’m in love with you. Which I'm not!” The words leave his lips in a frenzy, tumbling out before he can stop them.
Buck watches Eddie’s face fall, eyes cast down into his lap, face contorting and brows furrowing in something between sadness and confusion. “You’re not?”
Buck scoffs, “Jesus Eddie, is your ego so big that you’re upset I'm not in love with you?”
“Dios Buck. No, it's not that, I just… If I was gay I'd be in love with you. I dunno.” Eddie's eyes dart back and forth, cast downwards towards the table.
Buck feels his eyes widen in shock. “Really?”
“Yeah, of course, you’re my partner. You know I love you,” he answers at a volume Buck can barely hear over the commotion of a bar.
“Oh,” Buck breathes in lieu of a response.
“Sorry. I made it weird; you don’t need to be in love with me. That’s not fair to you.”
“Eddi—”
“Let's move on,”
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12 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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09 Jan 2026
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When they make it back to the station, Eddie expects things to go back to normal. Clearly, he imagined something, his own guilt transpiring into something edging toward an auditory hallucination. He pushes on, shedding his gear and making his way into the kitchen. He chops up the vegetables handed to him, slicing them finely, long fingers careful with the blade, well, until—
I don’t even know how to stop staring. God, his hands. Holy shit. I wonder how many of his fingers would fit in my mouth—
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie chokes, knife slipping in his hand, almost nicking his finger. He pauses, placing the knife to the side of the chopping board. “What did you—what was that?”
Buck looks up from where he’d been staring at Eddie’s hands, catching his eye. “Huh?”His eyes are beautiful, Buck says—or his voice does. Eddie watches, but there, right in front of him, Buck’s mouth is unmoving.
OR Eddie's forced to confront the situation at hand because he can't get Buck's voice out of his damn head.
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08 Jan 2026
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Buck watches him, something bitter and almost wounded flashing across his face before it hardens again. “Would it have been easier if it was a woman?” he asks quietly. “If it was some petite, feminine figure with her knees pinned up, getting fucked so hard I made her forget her own name—”
“Buck.”
Buck leans in until Eddie can feel the heat off his body, smell the alcohol on his breath, the unfamiliar cologne lingering on his collar. “Or is that what’s eating at you? That it wasn’t a woman? That it was a guy, but it just wasn’t you.”
Or,
Buck calls Eddie out on his shit.Series
- Part 1 of a coward's first taste of courage
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07 Jan 2026