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18 Nov 2024
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“What’s the saying again? Save a horse…hm, y’know, I don't quite remember the rest of it.” Eddie can’t help the smile curving up the corner of his mouth.
“You’re an asshole,” Buck says, scowling. The tips of his ears are pink.
“Come on, Buck,” Eddie murmurs, something white-hot and hungry snaking through him at Buck’s faltering gaze, at the way Buck reaches up to tug at his suit collar. “Save a horse…I know you can do it.”
“Ride a cowboy,” Buck says finally, his voice husky like Eddie’s never heard it before.Or: The Cowboy Hat Fic.
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02 Nov 2024
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Southern California is where Buck has spent the most time since leaving Pennsylvania. Of all the places he’s lived and worked over the last few years, this place is where he decided to stay. It’s why he picked LAFD: to put down some roots. It’s warm, has the ocean, and it’s the opposite coast of his parents. So if he’s going to be here for a while, he thinks he’ll need to make an effort to let people in.
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The fic about Buck letting people at the 118 know him, knowing himself and also me fixing canon as I go along.
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02 Nov 2024
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“He baby-trapped you,” the man said with a misplaced confidence that was almost impressive, “that’s fucked up, man.”
Buck blinked. Then blinked again. Then, “Uh... no. No, that’s not—”
“Shut it, Benji, that’s not what happened,” the other robber scowled, no longer trying to pretend he wasn’t eavesdropping. “They’re both dudes. A dude can’t baby-trap another dude.”
“Of course they can. Equal rights and shit! That’s what the parades are for.”
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There's a hostage situation at the bank and Buck is forced to reevaluate his relationship with Eddie (and vice versa).
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18 Oct 2024
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The words hit the back of Buck’s neck and slid down his spine with the drops of the cold sweat collecting in the small of his back. The weight on Buck’s chest was an echo of what it used to be but still as suffocating as before when those words whirled around on repeat every time someone looked too long, looked too closely.
“He’s fine,” Hen had said to Bobby that day he’d come in sporting a bruise on his face and lying through his teeth about some bullshit with a bicycle.
The day Hen had lied for him too.
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16 Oct 2024