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Eddie stood with his forearms resting against the metal rail, a beer bottle hanging loosely from one hand as he looked out over the city lights stretching endlessly across Los Angeles. From behind, he looked almost exactly the way he always did whenever he needed space to think.
"You know you're missing the party, right?" Eddie let out a quiet scoff and the reaction immediately caught Buck off guard.
Buck frowned slightly but decided to keep going. "What? Hiding from your mystery bidder?"
For a moment, Eddie didn't answer. Then he said, without looking at him, "Shouldn't you be with your hot firefighter?"
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Eddie thinks he's questioning his sexuality. Buck thinks he's losing his best friend. Neither of them is entirely right.
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20 Jun 2026
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The bruises mottle Buck’s skin, like paint splattered clumsily on a canvas. Except—the artist behind this, whoever they are, clearly went about it with intent and precision. A curator of hickeys; Buck’s pale thighs like the walls of a gallery. A thriving one, at that. It’s… a lot of marks.
Eddie wonders if it hurts. Well—he knows that part already, at least based on what Buck told him a few minutes ago. So instead, Eddie starts to wonder if it hurt. The procedure behind the photo; the act of being marked up so irrefutably.
Buck reacts to Eddie’s thumbs up message with a thumbs down.
Buck: I just accidentally sexted you dude
Don’t 👍👍👍👍 meOr: Eddie receives an unintended photo. Then he bites some thighs about it.
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16 Jun 2026
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Missing Chris is less of an emotion these days and more of a physical entity. He’s sure everyone can see that he’s slowly hollowing himself out, that he can’t do much of anything else.
But when Jee laughs at him trying to get his tongue to touch his nose, and Mara loops one of her arms through his to keep him from tossing the rest of his cup in the garbage, Eddie feels solid again.
Maybe he likes yellow birthday cake ice cream after all.
(or, gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?)
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14 Jun 2026
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"I just—you do so much for me." Buck runs his hands through the hairs on the nape of his neck, tugging them lightly.
"There is absolutely nowhere else I would rather be," Eddie walks up to him slowly, phone in hand. His other extends out, landing squarely on Buck's elbow. "Can I ask you a question?"
Buck nods silently, distracted by the heat of Eddie's palm on his skin.
"Wanna dance with me?"
Buck and Eddie slow-dance it out.
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08 Jun 2026
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Eddie touches Buck a lot.
It’s a thing they do, has been for years, and it’s not a big deal. Eddie’s an affectionate guy. Side hugs and arm grabs and that move where Eddie steers him through doorways with a hand on his lower back.
All of which Buck has never spent any real time considering because it’s just Eddie, it’s just how he is. Eddie touches people and Buck just happens to be the person standing next to him most of the time, so it’s aimed at him most of the time. Proximity and frequency, that’s all. A coincidence.
They’re close. They always have been. So what?
All that being said, there is one thing Eddie doesn’t do.
Eddie doesn’t kiss Buck.
Or — didn’t. Past tense, until about thirty seconds ago, when Eddie leaned across their table at the diner they’re currently eating at and pressed his mouth to Buck’s cheek like the kiss was just another item on a list of things he was doing that afternoon.
Or,
The totally natural and platonic long-term friendship escalation of kissing your best friend on multiple parts of his body without explanation.Bookmarked by Lammity
15 May 2026