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Jamie's behaviour changes dramatically after they start doing the one-on-one training sessions. He used to be such a brash little bitch when he and Roy played together, and since his return to Richmond he's been more of a whiny little bitch, but now he's hardly acting like a little bitch at all. Roy doesn't know what to do with it.
"Is it just me, or has Tartt been almost tolerable lately?" he asks one day in the coaches' office. "Fucking weird."
No one says anything for a minute, and Roy has mentally moved on to planning next week's drills when Beard says, "Roy, everything that kid has ever done was to get your attention."
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06 Jul 2026
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Captain Buckley, who is steady, who has his shit together, who definitely does not recognize his new probie because he spent a night eight years ago with his hands in that man's hair whispering things against his skin that would get him fired on the spot if anyone in this building ever found out.
"You must be Eddie Diaz." His hand goes out. Not shaking, by some miracle that deserves its own cathedral, its own patron saint, the patron saint of men who are dying inside and shaking hands about it. "Welcome to the 118. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Captain Buckley."
Eddie takes his hand. A firm grip, calloused in places Buck doesn't remember, but Buck's skin recognizes him anyway, every nerve, all at once.
"Captain." Eddie's voice is level, pleasant, perfectly neutral, and Buck would buy it completely if he couldn't see the tension bolted into Eddie's shoulders. "Thanks for having me." A beat. "You got a first name, Captain Buckley?"
"Evan. But most people just call me Buck."
"Buck," Eddie repeats, tasting it, dragging it out, and Buck's stomach drops through the floor. "Suits you."
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05 Jul 2026
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"I don't want to talk about it," Eddie says weakly.
Buck shakes his head, "Eddie please. You're scaring me."
"There's nothing to be scared about."
"Then tell me," Buck practically begs, a thumb wiping away the moisture on Eddie's cheek.
"It's just insomnia."
"Eddie please don't lie to me. I want to help. I know I can help but you need to tell me what's going on."
Eddie's eyes flick down, "I'm sorry."
"Eddie," Buck breathes out.
"I'm making you worry over something that's really not a big. I just can't sleep that's all."
OR: A dream about getting shot at triggers an insomniac episode out of Eddie. Buck is there to comfort him with love, kisses, and a hearty hot chocolate.
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04 Jul 2026
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The only warning he gets is the catch in Eddie’s breath, before he bursts into tears, dropping his head to the table with an audible sound as sobs wrack his body.
“I’m sorry,” he sobs into his folded arms as Buck blinks in surprise.
— the aftermath of buck and eddies first fight as a couple.
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03 Jul 2026
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Buck makes Eddie feel hopeful. He makes him forget himself. He makes him think that there’s a slither of possibility in which Eddie can give everything, can hand over every part of himself in exchange for every part of Buck. It’s a dizzying experience, to doubt yourself so completely and then with a flash of Buck’s smile, want to try, try to throw caution to the wind because Buck would make it so good, easier than anything has ever been before.
or; eddie diaz moves into buck's house post stabbing. eddie drinks various fun, juice-adjacent drinks. eddie wants, wants, wants.
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02 Jul 2026