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"EDDIE! HI!,” Buck yells. Everyone in the room flinches. Buck clears his throat. “Um. Hi. Good morning,” he whispers. “Nice to see you both here today.”
“In our…kitchen?” Christopher asks.
“Exactly,” Buck agrees. “It’s a nice kitchen. And my favorite guys are in it. Just like…just like normal.”
“Okay,” Christopher shrugs. “I don’t remember you being this weird.”
Or, Buck and Eddie try to keep their new relationship a secret. It doesn't go well.
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08 Oct 2026
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A series of life moments as captured by the Baby Monitor camera in the Buckley-Diaz home
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08 Oct 2026
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Trigger warning: discussion of suicide
“Excuse me, sir? Are you Mr. Kishimoto?” The man doesn’t so much as blink. “Right. I was afraid you’d say that.” In one short huff and the very distant gasps of the crowd below, Buck stretches a leg over his own balcony, balancing himself on the edge. That gets the man’s attention.
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With things no longer the same after the lawsuit, Buck decides that he needs to leave LA. Before he does, though, the team answers a call to rescue a jumper. Buck's heart-to-heart with the man sets off a mess of reactions that just might convince him he still has a home at the 118.
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07 Oct 2026
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“Hey, Diaz? Take it from someone who’s been there — it’s not as scary as you think it’ll be.”
Eddie frowns. He glances at Buck, as if Buck has any idea what Tommy is talking about. “What’s not?”
“I like to think I’m uniquely positioned to say it’s worth it.”
Or, Buck is not in love with his best friend, and Eddie is super straight. For sure. Definitely.
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05 Oct 2026
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“What,” Eddie blows out a long breath as he looks up at Chimney, “do I just say screw it and as soon as he walks up here I ask Hey Buck want to be my date to the Fireman’s Ball?”
Chimney’s eyes go, suddenly, comically wide and Eddie swallows the lump (most definitely his heart) in his throat as he slowly shifts in his chair, turning to see what Chimney is looking at. There, standing just at the top of the stairs in his hoodie, sweatpants, and fucking socks and slides of all things is Buck, yawning tiredly and running his hand through his sleep-soft curls.
“Be your what for the what?” Buck asks, blinking bleary blue eyes before he beelines towards the coffee machine which Eddie hadn’t noticed was beeping until now.
“Eddie’s date,” Chimney, the fucking traitor repeats, with a smug smile loud enough for Buck to hear, “to the Fireman’s Ball.”
[or Eddie asks Buck to the Holiday Fireman's Ball. It goes so much better than he could ever imagine.]
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01 Oct 2026