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“Hey there. I’m Eddie,” Eddie says to the fucking idiot clinging to the top of the Hollywood sign, waving around an I’M SINGLE banner in the middle of the night. “I’m going to get us both down from here safely.”
“Oh,” the man breathes. He grins. “Hello.”
Or, Buck gets drunk and has a really good idea. Eddie saves a drunk guy who had a really bad idea.
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- Part 10 of Pal's 12 Days of Ficsmas
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15 Jun 2026
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Bobby’s looking at him, eyebrows raised, like he’s saying spit it out, kid, and Eddie breathes out, out, out, and tries not to touch his pocket, where the ring box is settled.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he says through a laugh, a nervous little thing that bubbles out of his throat. He focuses somewhere in between both of their shoulders, too amped up to look at either of them. “I wanted to ask you something. About Buck.”
...or, before Eddie proposes, he goes to Bobby and Athena.
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15 Jun 2026
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“Oh! You must be Mr. Diaz!” someone says from behind him, and Buck spins around clumsily, all long legs, to find a woman with a Miss Perez tag stuck to her blouse. She’s smiling politely, white teeth against red lips, and it takes just a second too long to process what she says.
...or, everyone thinks Buck is the other Mr. Diaz.
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15 Jun 2026
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From there, it becomes a thing. At least once a day, either Christopher or Buck declare that a mild inconvenience is a part of the anti-gay agenda.
They hit every red light? During pride month? Homophobic.
The hot water stops working? In June? Homophobic.
Or, Eddie doesn't think he really needs to come out to anyone. Christopher adopts a new catchphrase. Buck is confused.
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14 Jun 2026
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Eddie doesn’t mean to keep setting out two coffee mugs in the morning. It’s just habit — like glancing out the window for Buck’s Jeep, or cooking too much without thinking, or leaving Buck’s favourite throw blanket folded neatly on the couch, even though it’s been weeks since he last used it.
They say it takes sixty-six days to break a habit.
It’s only been eighteen.
Fuck.Or, Buck moves out, Eddie spirals, and a coffee mug becomes his final straw.
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14 Jun 2026