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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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04 Jun 2026
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"Eddie?" Shannon picks up on the fourth ring. "Everything okay?"
"I kissed a man," he says.
The silence on the other end stretches for nine thousand years. Eddie can hear Shannon breathing. He can hear his own heartbeat slamming against his ribs. He stares at the apartment building through his windshield, at the lit window on the fourth floor that might belong to E. Buckley, and waits for his ex-wife to say literally anything at all.
"You what?"
"I kissed a man, Shannon. Just now. I was delivering food and he opened the door and I just— I kissed him. On the mouth. And I don't know why."
Another silence. Then a sound Eddie recognizes with dawning horror as Shannon trying very, very hard to suppress a laugh.
"Shannon."
"I'm processing."
"You're laughing."
"I'm processing." She fails spectacularly. "I'm sorry, I just— you kissed a man? Edmundo Diaz? The same Edmundo Diaz who wouldn't watch Brokeback Mountain with me because it made him 'uncomfortable'?"
"It did make me uncomfortable!"
"Yeah, Eddie, I'm starting to understand why."
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Being kissed by your Uber Eats delivery driver? Worse things have happened.- Language:
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04 Jun 2026
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Buck is a lot. Eddie knows Buck is a lot. Buck knows Buck is a lot.
But every single person who ever said that to Buck said it like a warning. Like a disclaimer, a heads-up, a you-should-know-what-you're-getting-into before getting too close so they can't say they weren't told.
And Eddie has never, not once, wanted Buck to be less.
The surplus, the overflow, the fourth tangent on a story that started somewhere else entirely — that's not the price of Buck. That is Buck. And more of Buck has only ever meant more to love, and Eddie spent enough years running on empty to know what it means when someone fills up every room they walk into so completely that Eddie is overflowing with it most days.
"Eddie. Are you listening?"
Eddie nods. "Gym Katie is alone at the gym and she's upset."
Buck blinks. His mouth is still open from the sentence he was about to say, his hands still mid-gesture, and he looks genuinely thrown, like he expected to catch Eddie zoning out and instead got caught himself. Caught being heard.
"You were listening," Buck says, a little breathlessly.
Eddie smiles. "I'm always listening."
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Eddie finds beauty in the mundane.- Language:
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04 Jun 2026
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Eddie’s already there, turning to wave, except when he sees Buck, his hand freezes mid-air, mouth falling open so wide it nearly hits the floor.
Buck suddenly remembers he's wearing nothing but a towel.
"Fuck," he says.
Eddie's gaze drops, just for a second, a quick flick down and back up, but Buck catches it, and his face goes hot.
He should get clothes. He should absolutely get clothes. He should turn around and walk to his bedroom and put on pants instead of not moving, naked and dripping in his living room.
Eddie's face is turning red. He's still frozen with his hand half-raised, mouth slightly open, and Buck is having a hard time remembering why clothes are important when Eddie is looking at him like that.
The towel betrays him, slipping with inconsiderate, dramatic timing. Buck lunges for it, misses, and is suddenly very, very naked.
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Buck accidentally flashes his apartment’s window cleaner.Bookmarked by ElsaMarie
04 Jun 2026
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"Firefighter Buckley, do you copy?"
Radio silence.
"Come in Firefighter Buckley, do you copy?"
"Firefighter Buckley?!" The urgency starts slipping into his voice, the panic. "Buck!"
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Buck is at a simple scene that quickly turns dangerous. Eddie hears it all.Bookmarked by ElsaMarie
04 Jun 2026