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The word "man" barely encompassed what Eddie meant to him anymore. It was such a weak word of affection for what they'd become. For God's sake, Buck had lived in Eddie's (rented) house! He'd been there for eight years! They were best friends. What they called each other had to reflect that.
It was only right.
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Buck decides he and Eddie need to have special names for each other. Hen, naturally, lets him in on a big secret: best friends call each other pet names.
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- Part 27 of 911 Oneshots
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“Shannon,” he whispers softly.
“I couldn’t do it,” she says frantically, pacing around his coffee table. “I couldn’t — Christopher was crying and I tried to comfort him but my hands would just go through him. I couldn’t fix it, Buck. I couldn’t do anything but watch.”
What is Buck even supposed to tell her? That it’s unfair? It is but he’s pretty sure that she’s very aware of that. That it sucks? Yes, it very much does suck but again, she knows, she’s going through it, living it. She doesn’t need Buck to tell her any of that.
Nothing he says can make this better but he can explain what’s going to happen, can try to prepare her for what awaits her.Or Evan Buckley has always been able to see ghosts. He's been helping them pass to the other side for years. Now he has to help Eddie's estranged wife, Shannon.
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“Is it weird that I’ve always wanted someone to kiss me like that?” Eddie says, mouth completely skipping that whole ask-brain-for-permission-first thing.
“No weirder than me always wanting to kiss someone like that,” Buck replies.
Every bit of oxygen is sucked out of the room. The movie is still playing, but Eddie can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His eyes snap to Buck, who is rhythmically puffing his cheeks out and picking at the label on his bottle of soda.
Five time Buck and Eddie kiss platonically, and one time they don't.
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“Aw,” Harry says, smiling. “That’s adorable. Is it like—is it a thing? Do all of you keep pictures in your helmets?”
A murmur of general consensus ripples through their group. Harry, apparently delighted by this new knowledge, demands to see everyone’s secret photos.
“They’re kind of private,” Eddie says, crouched down to unlace his boots. He has a smudge of soot over his left cheek, and his hair has come loose from the gel, a lock of it curling over his brow. Buck likes him like this, just a little dishevelled.
or, firefighters sometimes keep photographs of the people they love inside their helmets, to remember who they’re fighting to come home to. eddie’s isn’t what buck expects.
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In a world where magic mostly stays in the background, wizard Eddie Diaz takes one look at firefighter Evan Buckley and concludes that he must be an elf. The evidence eventually proves otherwise, but that only leads Eddie to a new theory. Then another. Buck is accidentally courted, and occasionally kidnapped.
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Eddie stopped breathing. The world seemed to pause for a moment.
The firefighter was tall, broad-shouldered, and golden-haired. Sunlight appeared to gather around him. Suddenly birds sang more loudly. The old woman smiled at the golden-haired firefighter admiringly.
Eddie narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
There were not many elves left in the cities.
This man had to be an elf.