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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.
Or,
What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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14 Mar 2026
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nashville roadtrip fic!! incredible humor, incredible coyote appearance
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“Eddie,” Buck breathes, laughing humorlessly, his voice wet and thick. “If we sat here and-- and went through the list of things I want…” his hands gesture aimlessly. “We’d-- be here all night.”
Eddie nods, catching Buck’s eyes again. “Maybe-- we start with mine, then.”
The space between them feels charged with static, like the second before the thunder finally rumbles.
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Eddie’s finally choosing to be better-- finally choosing joy. He just needs a push or two in the right direction, first.
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- Part 1 of seabird 'verse
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06 Jan 2026
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really great fic. eddie introspection is so well done and all the characters are incredibly written. even small things like the way buck and eddie text each other really highlight how much they care about and enjoy each other and this whole thing is just excellent all around
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i know it’s not very sexy when somebody loves you this much and knows you this well by fleetinghearts for greencreekwolf
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29 Jul 2025
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“I mean,” Eddie backtracks hastily, “that I probably don’t—uh, that I don’t want a hook up. Just the single, uh, kiss. For research.”
“Right,” Buck nods. “For research.”
They turn back to the TV, sipping beers and spooning dessert, room quiet save for the telenovela playing. Buck, gun to his head, could not tell you who or what is on the screen right now. The brave, strong part of his brain has surrendered shamefully, white flag hoisted while the rest of his brain—stupid, stupid—hosts a skillfully imagined supercut of his best friend kissing men. It’s surprisingly new subject matter for him. What’s unsurprising is his distaste for every conjured scenario, discarding each indistinguishable stranger until the reel buffers on something more… familiar.
“Well—”
Eddie waits a patient minute for Buck to continue before asking, “Well, what?”
“I just mean—if it’s just a kiss, right.” Buck pauses. “You could, uh. You could try it with me.”
or, buck thinks kissing men and women feels pretty much the same. eddie’s not buying it. sometimes settling a bet requires kissing your best friend, a lot, for research
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rage is a quiet thing by oceanofchaos for budsofafeather (budsofafeather12)
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11 Mar 2025
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“My, uh. My dad’s had a heart attack,” he says, sort of like it hasn’t sunk in yet, “He’s still in the hospital, it was. It was pretty bad, I think.”
“I’m sorry, Buck,” says Chris, “Is he going to be okay?”
“I don’t know,” says Buck, “She wasn't. It wasn’t clear, it was, she was. She wants me to go.”
“Do you want to?” Eddie asks, quiet, and Buck’s eyes snap back to him.
“Eddie,” he says, wretched, “She wants me to help. She wants me. She wants me.”
----Or, Philip Buckley has a heart attack, and Buck, Eddie, and Chris all fly to Hershey. What else are best friends for?
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03 Oct 2025
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fake dating sweetness and buckley parents getting told off? sign me up
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“Okay, this is—” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, growing increasingly distressed, “you guys are purposely missing the point here. Buck, I’m not getting high with you, dude.”
“Uh, why not?” Buck asks, tilting his head. He has the audacity to sound genuinely puzzled.
“We can’t. We’re firefighters,” Eddie says, confused that Buck is confused.
Buck gives him a sad smile. “Not right now, we aren’t. And we won’t be, Eddie, not for a while.”
Buck and Eddie get injured on the job and decide to smoke a lot of weed about it.