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“Buck,” Eddie breathes, just about the second the call connects. His voice is pitched, strained in a way that immediately sets Buck on edge. He doesn’t pause to let Buck say hello, either. Just gets straight to the point. “Chris wasn’t on the bus.”
Buck blinks as the words slam into him, one after the other. “What?”
“Christopher,” Eddie says, tight and tinged with distress. “He wasn’t on the bus. The one he takes home from school every single day. I went down to the stop to wait for him, like I always do, and he didn’t get off the bus, Buck. He— he wasn’t even on it.” Eddie’s voice cracks. “The driver, he said he didn’t see Chris get on.”
It takes a second, for the reality of what Eddie is saying to sink in.
Christopher, not home from school. Christopher, not on the bus. Christopher, missing.
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“Hey,” Buck says, nudging Eddie with his elbow. He tips his chin towards the toothbrush in Eddie’s hands. “Gimme that when you’re done.”
Eddie pauses, the circular motions of his brushing coming to a halt. The toothbrush stays wedged between his teeth. His mouth still hangs open. “Uh,” he says, and toothpaste trickles from the corner of his mouth. “My toothbrush?”
Except — it comes out more like muh too bruh?
Buck snorts, chest glowing warm, and nods. “Yeah, what else?”
Eddie’s brow wrinkles, and his nose scrunches. “Uh, no?” He replies. “That’s gross.”
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Traffic is crawling.
It’s nine o’clock at night, and traffic is crawling. Not that Eddie should be surprised, really. This is Los Angeles, after all. When is traffic not crawling in this city?
Normally Eddie wouldn’t mind. Or— he’d be less inclined to mind, anyway. It’s a Friday night. A whole 96 off stretches out ahead of him. Christopher is out, at a friend’s house until tomorrow afternoon. Technically there’s no rush.
But— Eddie’s kind of been on edge all night. He’s kind of been counting down the minutes, the seconds until it was socially acceptable to snatch Buck by the wrist (and the bicep, and the waist, and— anywhere it was appropriate to get his hands on him in such a public setting) and drag him out of there.
There being the annual LAFD fundraising gala.
Or, the one where Buck looks good enough to eat, and Eddie Diaz is not a patient man.
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The water is hot. Pleasantly so. Roiling gently thanks to the jets. Eddie plunges into it with a sigh pulled from somewhere deep. He sinks onto the bench and tips his head back, submerged enough to rest it comfortably against the ledge of the tub behind him. The water rises as he settles, lapping at his collarbones. Beneath its surface, he stretches his legs out.
It’s a quiet night. The neighborhood children are all tucked up in bed by now, the cars parked in driveways for the evening. The windows are shut, so are the sliding glass doors to yards; the distant, twinkling sounds of conversation and laughter from within long since muted. The noise of the city is inescapable, but here, it’s softer. Further off. It’s almost easy for it to fade into the background in this little corner of suburbia. Instead, crickets chirp from the bushes, the stray croak of a frog from somewhere in the grass joins their song. Overhead, string lights weave through the patio cover beams, casting the porch in a soft, warm glow.
It’s nice here, in Buck’s new backyard. Peaceful.
But, maybe that’s more to do with the company, than the ambiance.
Or, Buck, Eddie, and Buck's new hot tub.
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Eventually Eddie asks, “What are you doing out here?”
“I like the rain,” is Buck’s answer.
Eddie doesn’t understand how. Anything more than a drizzle makes him nauseous these days; storms, downright sick. He’s like a caged animal if Buck’s not within his line of sight when the clouds roll in and the sky turns dark.
They say lightning doesn’t strike the same spot twice, but Eddie’s never been that lucky.
“I don’t,” Eddie says back.
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“Oh, Chris wanted to try—”
“Those new yogurt things!” Buck chirps, snapping his fingers. “Right, good catch! Almost forgot that.”
Eddie has to bite the inside of his cheek as he adds that to the list, too, and the butterflies in his stomach flap their tiny wings.
A fluttery laugh traps itself in his throat. That’s not something he’s ever had happen over a grocery list, the butterflies, but— if there’s anyone that could make that happen, it would be Buck.
It’s just— it feels so domestic, this back and forth as they plan for their week. Buck knowing them well enough to plan out their shopping. Asking Eddie for his input, because they’re not just partners in the field, but partners in their chores, too. Buck anticipating what Eddie’s going to say before he’s even finished saying it.
But, it isn’t just the grocery shopping. It’s— everything, lately.
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a hunk, a hunk of burning love by MacksDramaticShenanigans for towardthesun
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
13 May 2025
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“So,” Buck tentatively tries, unable to stand the silence that stretches on between them all any longer.
“Buck,” Christopher finally says, and Buck’s spine stiffens under the sudden scrutiny of his stare. “Dad,” Christopher adds, and Buck relaxes — barely — as the sharp gaze flashes towards Eddie, who sits right beside Buck.
“Christopher,” Eddie says, and Buck feels his leg tense up where it presses into his beneath the table.
“You two are firefighters,” Christopher says, and— shit. He’s not beating around the bush. Alright. Okay. “Do all of those fire safety talks you gave me mean nothing to you, Dad?” Christopher asks. “What happened to ‘never leave an open flame unattended,’ Buck?”
Yikes. He’s got him there. Buck ducks his head, feeling properly chastised.
“Chris,” Eddie tries, but Christopher barrels on.
“We can’t have the fire department called on the house of two firefighters because they were too busy playing grabass—”
Buck promptly chokes.
Eddie makes a strangled noise from the back of his throat and his hand flails out, squeezing at Buck’s thigh to stabilize himself.
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connecting you to a driver... by MacksDramaticShenanigans for towardthesun
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
05 Apr 2025
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The flight from Los Angeles, California to El Paso, Texas is one hour and fifty-five minutes long.
Buck spends one hour and fifteen minutes after he lands in the El Paso International Airport pick-up zone, waiting for his ride. He also racks up one hell of a debt in Uber cancellation fees.
The two are very much connected.
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A collection of 118-word drabbles, written for the 118dailydrabbles season 8 hiatus challenge on Tumblr!
(Each chapter is it's own; more specific tags and warnings will be listed in the notes at the beginning of each one!)
Updates daily!
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i blinked and suddenly i had a valentine by MacksDramaticShenanigans for towardthesun
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 Feb 2025
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Jee thrusts the card out towards Eddie. “For you,” she says, cheeks dimpling as her smile turns shy.
It reminds Eddie so much of Christopher, when he was this age. So sweet, so earnest. His heart squeezes in his chest as he accepts Jee’s card.
And— it is just about the cutest fucking thing Eddie’s ever seen, honestly.
The card, clearly handmade, is shaped like a bumblebee. A yellow teardrop body, striped with crooked lines of black marker. Its head is shaped like a heart, with two pipe cleaner antennae sticking out, and this teeny tiny u-shaped smile and a pair of googly eyes glued to make up its face. The kicker, though, are the wings — two big, slightly misshapen pink hearts (clearly cut out by Jee-Yun herself) protruding from either side, each with a little message scribbled out in Jee’s loopy handwriting. The one on the left reads “BEE mine” and a grin breaks out across Eddie’s face, an amused chuckle slipping past his lips. The one on the right, though — it brings an embarrassing lump to Eddie’s throat as he reads, “Happy Valentine’s Day Uncle Eddie!”
Uncle Eddie.
Oh.
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from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans for rasberrybush
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
27 Jan 2025
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“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder.
He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap.
Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to.
“Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself.
“Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.”
Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees.
“Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”
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who you share it with by MacksDramaticShenanigans for celestialbeing88
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
20 Jan 2025
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“Oh, hey, green this time,” Buck’s voice filters in as he swings around the corner of the railing. “What flavor is that? Watermelon or green apple?” He doesn’t pause to let Eddie answer though. “Or maybe strawberry? Although, I think Haribo are the only ones that do that. S’weird though, don’t you think? Strawberry isn’t green, it should be red.”
Eddie, who hasn’t looked up from his book — he’s mastered the art of splitting his attention, by now — snorts and curls his hand into a fist. The ring pop is lodged halfway down his middle finger, a little tight around the knuckle but secure. He stretches his arm out towards Buck, a silent offering.
Buck brightens and veers towards Eddie’s side of the couch. His fingers wind around Eddie’s wrist to steady it and he draws Eddie’s hand up, ducking down halfway to meet it.
He hums delightedly, as he gets his answer.
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“How’d it go?” Buck asks as they reach the Jeep. He jams his thumb into the button on the fob — has to really dig his nail in to get it to work, it’s so worn down— and the locks click open.
“Good,” Eddie answers, sliding into the passenger seat. He runs his tongue over his left molars. Practices his bite. Bares his teeth at Buck in the kind of smile a seven year old Christopher used to flash all the time. “Easy. It was just a filling.”
“No pain then?” Buck asks and the engine purrs to life. He switches the gear to reverse.
“Nope, they numbed me up good. Still feels weird, though,” Eddie says, touching his fingertips to the left side of his upper lip. He prods at it carefully, barely feels it. “Kind of heavy. Like it’s on a lag or something.” He chuckles even though it kind of sucks. “Don’t know how I’m supposed to kiss anyone with only half a working mouth.”
Buck laughs. Puts the car into drive and pulls towards the main road. “Who’re you supposed to be kissing anyway?”
Without thinking, Eddie replies, “You, I hope.” Then freezes.
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“Hey,” Eddie calls, twisting his shoulder as he stuffs his arm into his jacket sleeve, “take a coat, bud. It’s cold today.”
Christopher, already halfway to the door, pauses to scowl at Eddie. “It’s sunny,” he says.
“It’s supposed to be windy,” Buck supplies, doing up the last button on his coat.
“And it’s December,” Eddie adds.
Christopher rolls his eyes. “In California,” he counters, unimpressed.
Eddie sighs. “It gets cold in California.”
“No,” Christopher says, impatient, “it doesn’t.” Then he’s out the door. Coatless.
“Stubborn,” Buck comments, bumping his shoulder into Eddie’s. “Reminds me of someone.”
Eddie huffs a laugh.
Or, Christopher Diaz and the Consequential Coat Conundrum; featuring christmas tree farms, hot chocolate, and the kind of stubbornness only a thirteen year old can possess.
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“Y’know,” Buck says, drawing the tips of his fingers over Eddie’s knuckles, where they’re slotted with Buck’s other hand in the space between them, “if I took your last name, we’d have the same initials.”
Eddie blinks, suddenly much more awake than he was five seconds ago. “What?”
“Yeah,” Buck continues, oblivious. “You’re E.D., Edmundo Diaz, and I’d be E.D. too. Evan Diaz.”
Eddie’s stomach swoops at the sound of that, and he fixes his eyes on Buck’s face. Stares hard at him until he catches onto it.
“Is that— is that something you’ve thought about before?” Eddie asks.
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“So it’s been… twelve years?” Patrick asks around the filter. He inhales deeply, and when he finally lifts it from his lips he blows the smoke in a steady stream past Art’s ear. He holds the cigarette out towards Art, an offering.
Art shakes his head. “Thirteen, actually,” not that he’s counting, “and, no, thanks, I quit,” he says. “Tashi wanted me to.”
It feels weird to say her name here. Feels a little bit like an invocation, Repeat Tashi Donaldson three times in the mirror while spinning in circles and she’ll appear right behind you.
“Right,” Patrick muses and takes another drag. “What have you been up to for thirteen years?”
Art’s eyes roll towards him with an unimpressed slant. “As if you don’t already know that,” he says. His lips press together and he tilts his head at Patrick, daring him to contradict.
Patrick shrugs one shoulder. “Sure I do,” he says. Knocks the same shoulder into Art’s. He’s close enough to do that. “But I want to hear it from you.”
Or, shared cigarettes, shared lamentations, and shared breath after the Phil's Tire Town Challenger Final.
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young dirty love, come get us strung by MacksDramaticShenanigans
Fandoms: Challengers (Movie 2024)
04 Jun 2024
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“Patrick.”
The noise from the other half of the bed stops abruptly, a sharp inhale the only other tip off that Patrick heard him. A thick silence fills the room. The lack of A/C has never been starker.
A second passes. Two. Three. Four. Five. The more they add up the more Art thinks he might have fucked up.
Then, “Art.”
It comes out graveled, hoarse. It makes Art’s toes curl.
Art moves— rolls half onto his shoulder blade, not yet fully facing Patrick. He trains his eyes onto the ugly popcorn ceiling. “Are you…” he trails off. Doesn’t need to finish the sentence.
“Yeah,” comes the breathy response, right away. Unabashed. Unashamed.
Art’s shaky exhale. Hand floating up, over his stomach. Drifting lower. Fingertips touching the waistband of his boxers. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to.
Patrick knows.
“You can too,” he says, encourages, “if you want.” The sound of skin on skin starts back up, slow again, deliberately loud. Teasing. “I don’t mind,” Patrick adds, “like old times.”
Or, Art can't sleep, and lucky for him, neither can Patrick.
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for all the pretty mouths and pretty words by MacksDramaticShenanigans for towardthesun
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
15 Feb 2024
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Eddie snags both drinks with a thanks to the bartender and turns to head back towards Steve. Things have been going well, things have been going really well — not even that rocky start could put a wrench into things, and the note they left off on before Eddie slipped away was promising. Eddie is eager to see where the rest of the night will take them. He has high hopes.
But, as Eddie is intimately familiar with, highs are not meant to last, and hopes are easy to lose.
Things, meet wrench.
He makes it three steps when his stride stutters because — oh. That’s. That’s Steve, with a girl. A pretty girl. With short, sandy brown hair and freckles. It’s the same pretty girl Eddie had seen with him earlier. The one he’d thought, for a second, might be Steve’s girlfriend. He’d let himself hope she wasn’t, when he first approached, and let himself start to actually believe it when he’d tried his hand at flirting and Steve had flirted back.
But now...
Now Eddie’s not so sure.
Or, the one where Steve puts his foot in his pretty mouth and Eddie pays the price. Featuring: cherry stems, half smoked cigarettes, and the world's biggest misunderstanding.
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the privilege of being yours by MacksDramaticShenanigans for througheden
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
08 Sep 2023
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“What do you think?” Eddie asks, grinning.
“You’re ridiculous,” Steve laughs, already reaching for Eddie’s ankle. He curls his fingers around it and gives it a tug, beckoning Eddie closer. “They’re perfect, you’re perfect. I love them,” he adds, as Eddie scooches into his space.
Steve cups both of his hands to Eddie’s face and kisses him right on the center of his mouth. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he says.
The kiss turns into something else as Eddie’s lips split against Steve’s, and he murmurs back against them, “I can’t wait to marry you.”
When they break apart, Steve taps Eddie’s knee. “Okay, where’s the rest of your sense of tradition? I showed you mine, you show me yours now.”
“Oh, I’ll show you tradition alright,” Eddie responds, and he reaches for his left sleeve.
Or, the one where Steve and Eddie share a rooftop, beloved traditions, and so much love.
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Munson just narrows his eyes at Hopper, keeps them bouncing between Hopper’s eyes, like he’s searching him out.
Hopper entertains it for a couple of seconds before he finally sighs and asks, “Got any pre-rolled?”
And Munson — he blinks, taken aback by the question. But just as quickly, that stony mask rolls back into place. This time, though, that lingering fear is gone, no sign of that scared little boy.
Munson steps away from the tree trunk and folds his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits. He chews on the inside of his cheek as he assesses Hopper further. He must see something in Hopper, something that tells him that he isn’t really a threat. That’s the only explanation Hopper has for the brassy confidence that’s suddenly oozing out of Munson.
“You know,” Munson starts, voice cocksure and smooth, “entrapment isn’t legal, old man.”
Hopper can’t help himself as he snorts. Jesus christ, this kid. “That’s why I ain’t doin’ it, kid.”
Or, the completely true story of the first time Jim Hopper busted Eddie Munson for dealing.