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Dear Captain Nash,
I know this email is kind of out of the blue, but I didn’t know who else to reach out to. I’m not even sure how to start this email. One time Buck and I signed up for this pen pal program, but the kid in Maine I was writing with gave up after two rounds of letters. It was during my ancient Egypt phase and I think I scared him off with my questions about mummies. Buck told me I was too cool for him anyway.
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When Chris starts going to church in Texas he reaches out to the only person he can think of who might have some answers, meanwhile Eddie uses his email to try and talk to God, and Buck... well Buck online shops mostly.
A season 8 rewrite told only through email.
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14 Feb 2026
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Eddie shoves a legal pad and a pen against Buck’s chest. He sits next to Buck, so close their thighs touch.
“Write your contract,” Eddie says.
“Our contract.”
“Such a romantic.”
This isn’t romance, though. But Buck doesn’t want to remind Eddie of that, because he might take the legal pad—or, more importantly, the promise of Buck getting to touch his body—away. So Buck scrawls Buck and Eddie’s Friendship Sex Contract.
Or: Eddie and Buck strike up a friends with benefits arrangement. Every good understanding needs a contract. And a detailed list of likes and dislikes, while they’re at it.
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10 Feb 2026
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He hears a knock on the door just after eight. Eddie does one final check in the mirror, fixing his hair, then takes a deep breath. He opens the door and nearly stumbles when he realized it’s not just Jade on his front porch.
Zane—Buck’s Zane, Jade’s brother—is standing just behind her, making direct eye contact with Eddie, a friendly grin on his face. “Uh, Hi?” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his confusion.
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Or, a 907 au where Buck does get Jade's number for Eddie. It spirals a bit from there.Bookmarked by digitmrspock
09 Feb 2026
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“Eddie, I am definitely not going to date anyone else now,” Buck said, straightening up and frowning.
Eddie could feel himself flush, hating once again that his cheeks always showed his feelings. “I mean, you can,” he stuttered. “This doesn’t change anything—”
“Why do you always say that?” Buck snapped, pulling back. Another tear crested his waterline on the other side and he sniffled and swiped at it furiously with one hand. “That—that nothing will change. I tell you something life-changing and you assure me nothing will change,” Buck said, looking devastated. “I want things to change, Eddie. I want you to want things to change. I want you to want things, period.”
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OR: one year, two funerals, one LAFD gala, and approximately a dozen times Eddie had to sigh and say “Yes, it’s Buck’s.”
(plus some bonus scenes in chapters two and beyond)
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26 Jan 2026
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Eddie was hoping to avoid this conversation, and he can’t even really begin to fathom how or when he would bring it up. Hey, nice save back there, he imagines, the resounding clap of his hand landing on Buck’s shoulder, echoing off the tall ceiling of the station. By the way, I can hear you touching yourself at night. I can hear you making yourself come a foot away from me.
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Buck and Eddie share a bed during quarantine. It blurs a few lines.Bookmarked by digitmrspock
20 Jan 2026