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Eddie can’t even remember the last time they spent the whole day together without being on shift. But maybe there is a way to get Buck to stay with him for a whole day. Chris is too big to use as an excuse but –
An idea begins to form in his head.
Fuck it.
“Hey, Chim,” Eddie says, turning his attention to their new captain.
“Mh?”
“Buck and I have a present for you!”
“For me?” “We do?” Chim and Buck ask at the same time.
“Our present for you is a day off from parent duty. You and Maddie can do whatever you want to celebrate Captain Han and we will babysit the kids,” Eddie explains with a smile.
From the corner of his eye he can see how Buck cocks his head for a moment before his smile returns in full force as he hugs Jee-Yun closer to his body. “Do you hear that, Jee Jee? You’re getting a whole day of uncle Buck and uncle Eddie time. Isn’t that exciting?”
Or a post 9x01 fic in which a baby monitor and a overheard love confession might just give Eddie everything he's ever wanted.
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08 Feb 2026
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“Those couldn’t’ve been cheap,” Eddie says. “Do we need to talk about your spending habits?”
Buck lets out a soft huff of laughter. “What are you, the flower police?”
“No, no,” Eddie says, shaking his head, his hair brushing against the side of Buck’s face. “If you wanna spend your hard earned money on fancy ass flowers, I’m not gonna stop you.” He nuzzles into Buck’s neck, his stubble scratching against his skin.
“It’s nice,” he says, his voice muffled. “No one’s ever bought me flowers before.”
Buck copes with unrequited love by maladaptive daydreaming, buying Eddie flowers, and lying to the farmers market vendor about his imaginary husband.
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08 Feb 2026
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Eddie shakes his head. “Well that doesn’t make sense, the kid was like ten, eleven years old. The only way Lennie could have a eleven year old is if you…”
Buck waits patiently as the gears in Eddie’s brain start turning. His best friend looks up at the ceiling, mouthing words with no sounds escaping his lips.
“Buck, are you still there?” Megan asks after a moment.
“Yes.” Buck drags his eyes back to the phone as Eddie continues to mutter to himself. “Eddie is…he’s absorbing.”
“Eddie is confused,” he shouts suddenly, falling onto the couch next to Buck. “Dios. Are you seriously telling me that that kid is Buck’s kid?”
OR Buck 1.0 comes back to bite him in the ass.
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07 Feb 2026
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There’s a billboard. Which is a normal thing to find on the side of the interstate. Advertisements for car dealerships and injury lawyers and anything you could ever dream of. This, though… this is beyond his wildest dreams.
This billboard has a picture of a man, about Eddie’s age, blond curly hair and crystal blue eyes.
The man on the billboard is—
He is—
The billboard text swims into focus slowly, as if Eddie is surfacing from deep water.
THIS IS BUCK.
HE’S 33, SINGLE, AND A FIREFIGHTER.
HE’S A GREAT COOK IF YOU DON’T MIND
BREAKFAST FOOD FOR EVERY MEAL.
I’M BEGGING SOMEONE TO DATE HIM SO
HE STOPS THIRD-WHEELING MY MARRIAGE.And then, underneath, in smaller letters:
ALL GENDERS WELCOME TO APPLY.
I'M DESPERATE AND HE'S HOPELESS.
PLEASE CONTACT MADDIE AT:
[email protected]Or,
The sisterly art of romantic sabotage.Bookmarked by Inthiswillibeconfident
03 Feb 2026
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"I'm kidding, relax." Buck grins at him, radiating false innocence, and takes another sip. "Although I bet if I really wanted you to do something, I'd just have to ask nicely. Say please."
He pauses, Eddie can see the mischief brewing, can practically see the gears turning in Buck's head. "Or maybe just call you sir. That seems to work pretty well."
Eddie stops breathing. So much for trying to act natural.
Buck is watching him now, really watching him with sharp curious eyes and Eddie can feel himself being catalogued, examined, picked apart and analyzed like a bug under a microscope.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie says, which is a blatant lie and they both know it.
"Sure you don't." Buck pushes off the counter, still smiling that infuriating smile. "Whatever you say, sir."
Or,
Eddie Diaz and the three letter problem.a 9x08 coda
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02 Feb 2026