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Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that.
But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”
—you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting—
So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.
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24 Mar 2026
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Listen, Buck didn’t entirely expect to be closing the Nashville trip by yelling at his best friend to stab him with a fork in a random New Mexico diner, but here he is.
Yelling at his best friend to stab him with a fork.
“Put me out of my misery. Kill me Eddie! Kill me now! Why not!” The rest of the diner had fallen into a much more hushed chatter by this point, only the occasional scrape of cutlery against a plate or the door swinging open to signal yet another person’s exit to be heard.
Or,
What if Buck and Eddie weren't interrupted in the diner, and they talk about what Buck really meant by "put me out of my misery"?
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15 Mar 2026
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“But anyway, it's like Eddie’s turned into my own personal blanket, and I don't know what to do about it.”
Chimney studies Buck carefully for a minute before saying anything.
“Is it making it so you can't sleep?” he asks.
“No.” In fact, Buck has been getting some of the best sleep of his life.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
“Well…” Buck scratches his chin. “No.” Quite the opposite, actually. If he could, he'd stay under his Eddie blanket for the rest of his life. That's part of the problem.
Chimney sighs, a deep, tired, drawn-out breath released from the depths of his soul.
“Then I don't see the issue, Buck.”
or; Buck keeps waking up to Eddie draped over him like a blanket and spirals about it.
Fluffvember Day 3: Blanket
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- Part 3 of Ivy's Fluffvember 2025
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26 Jan 2026
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“Hey Chim,” he starts, sidling up to Chimney one morning at the fire station, “have you noticed something weird about Buck’s socks?” Eddie takes a sip of his coffee before looking over to the man next to him.
Chimney looks at him as if he’s grown another head.
“His socks?” he asks in bewilderment.
Eddie nods. “His socks.” He doesn’t elaborate further.
“Well…he wears them. Like all the time. But that’s not that weird?” Chim says, still clearly not sure what Eddie wants from him.
“You haven’t noticed…anything else?” Eddie takes another sip of coffee from his mug. He’s not going to give anything away—he wants to see if anyone else has noticed what he thinks he’s noticed, completely on their own, with no outside influence.
“...No?” Chimney replies, almost as if it’s a question. “I really don’t make a habit of looking at Buck’s feet, man.”
or; Buck has something particular going on with his socks. Instead of asking him about it, Eddie decides to do a little experiment.
Fluffvember Day 14: Socks
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26 Jan 2026
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Eddie comes back from El Paso after three months of Buck haunting his place. Desperate to move on and move out, Buck starts looking for new places, but somehow Eddie keeps 'accidentally' sabotaging at every turn.
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12 Nov 2025