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“I’m still a firefighter,” Eddie says adamantly. “That hasn’t changed.”
“But you have,” Buck counters. “You used to be the one who talked sense into me. You were the guy who made me think twice. But since you got back from Texas, you’re the one being stupid and reckless. Running into fires against orders, diving off fifty foot bridges--”
“You know, you’re such a hypocrite,” Eddie steps forward, jabbing an accusatory finger into Buck’s chest. “You would have done exactly the same thing if I hadn’t done it first.”
OR: Buck confronts Eddie about his recent recklesness.
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05 Apr 2026
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"I’m not getting banned from Aquarium of the Bay because you’re horny.”
Eddie pinches his wrist. “Fuck off. You’re horny.”
Buck leans in, brushing their mouths together, a barely there sensation—Eddie can feel Buck’s breath intermingling with his. He chases it, leaning forward to close the short gap, but Buck pulls away again. Eddie chases him further, leaning into his space, stopped by a hand planted on his sternum. Asshole.
“Yeah. And you’re completely unaffected, right?” Buck asks, smug.
Eddie rolls his eyes, dragging Buck the dozen or so steps to the men's room, before shoving his pretty boyfriend into a stall. Buck pulls out his phone, scrolling for a second, much to Eddie’s displeasure. He leans in, kissing at Buck’s jaw, nose dragging along his cheek.
“You’ve got four and a half minutes, Diaz,” Buck tells him, setting the phone down on top of the toilet, an alarm counting down on the screen. “Come in my mouth before the timer goes off, or you gotta wait till we get home.”
Jesus Christ. “Guess you better get to work then, huh?"
OR 5 times Eddie has to come within a time constraint + 1 time Buck does.
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04 Apr 2026
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Buck has a secret.
He's the guy behind a wildly popular tiny cooking channel. A channel that he fuels through “borrowing” negligible amounts of ingredients from Eddie’s kitchen. He’s not proud of it, but what someone doesn't know won't hurt them, right?
Eddie has a problem.
He has a rat that’s been stealing ingredients from his kitchen. It’s smart and subtle in its takings, but he’s onto it and will catch it. Good thing he has a best friend, who he may or may not be in love with, to help.
An accidental identity reveal, a deeply committed “rat” bit, and a minor emergency later, two idiots who fall in love.
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Buck has a miniature cooking channel no one knows about. Buck also has a bad habit of stealing ingredients from Eddie’s kitchen. Eddie thinks the missing ingredients are due to a rat, which he enlists Buck’s help to catch. Hijinks ensue.
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04 Apr 2026
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Buck is struggling. He's back at work after the lawsuit, and while the environment isn't quite hostile, it's not exactly welcoming.
When Buck saves a baby on a call, and feels an undeniable pull towards her, relating to her in his loneliness he takes her in.
Buck rebuilds relationships, and takes his rightful place back with the firefam.- Language:
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03 Apr 2026
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“Eddie!”
“What?!” Eddie barks, half-amused, half-exasperated. “Buck, it’s fine. We’re fine. Nothing happened, and even if it did, who cares? All three of them had it coming.”
“Of course they did!” Buck whirls back around, jaw set, eyes burning. “Those kinds of guys will always have it coming, Eddie, but you have to think! There were three of them, and only two of us, and we are 800 miles from home with no cell service and no backup!”
Eddie, infuriatingly, just shrugs. “So what? I could’ve taken them.”
“Hand-to-hand? Yeah, maybe. But what if one of them had a knife? Or a gun?”
“It wouldn’t matter.”
“It wouldn’t ma—” Buck blinks, once, then twice. “It wouldn’t matter?”
or: a Mother’s Boy rewrite. The car breaks down, so Buck and Eddie have to spend the night in the motel. There’s only one bed. Buck has a lot of questions. Sappy smut ensues.
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02 Apr 2026
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“I’m sorry Mr Diaz, only relatives and partners are allowed in the room.”
Eddie’s mind races, “Boyfriend. I’m Evan Buckley’s boyfriend.”
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After being rescued, Buck ends up at the hospital. Eddie needs to be there for him, and if what it takes is a little white lie about who he is to Buck, so be it.Bookmarked by pinkkatsyah
01 Apr 2026
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Buck’s breath catches.
It’s a Saint Christopher medal.
Almost identical to the one Eddie has—the one Buck has seen tucked under his shirt a thousand times, or kept safely in his wallet.
“C-Chris…” Buck whispers. “This is—”
“A Saint Christopher necklace,” Chris says proudly. “Do you know what it represents?”
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Or, Christopher Diaz needs Buck to always come home.
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01 Apr 2026
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“Buck, I—” Eddie’s chest is heaving, breaths coming uneven and fast. His hands are cuffed behind his back, fluffy red fuzz softening the metal from digging into his wrists. His eyes squeeze shut, fists opening and closing helplessly behind his back. “I’m close, I’m—”
He's trembling on the edge.
Eddie has teetered on the edge twice already, but just like he is now, he let Buck know when he felt like he was going to topple over—and just like the times before, Buck’s hands disappear from his chest and cradle his face as he lifts himself off of Eddie’s pulsing, aching cock.
The loss of sensation is gutting. He was so close, pleasure curling unbelievably tight in his gut—but as his cock lay messy and slick against his stomach, it fades away to a burning pulse.
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Kinktober day four: Edging
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- Part 4 of Kryptonian Fictober 2025
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01 Apr 2026
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Buck: embrace the homo
Eddie: ?
Buck: hope of missing out
like. u know
instead of fomo
(fear of missing out)Eddie: I know what FOMO is.
But sure
Embracing the homo.Buck makes a very embarrassing, somewhat pained noise, on account of being very embarrassed and also in pain.
His phone buzzes again.
Eddie: I didn’t get dressed anyway.
Can’t exactly show up in this haha
[Photo Attachment]OR: Buck and Eddie go to San Francisco for a gala. There, in an unfamiliar city, they embrace the homo.
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- Part 13 of cjo + 911
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31 Mar 2026
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“How come you’re still awake?” Buck asks, antsy. He pulls at a loose thread inside one pocket with pinched fingers, rapidly picking apart the stitching. Better to unravel that than eight years of friendship all because said friend’s shorts have ridden up agonizingly at the thigh.
“I was waiting for you to get back. You’re kind of early, though.” Eddie’s eyes are tracked to the TV, but they dart over at Buck when he asks, “You strike out with Dixie?”
Which… Buck doesn’t even know where to start. He desperately needs to buy a vowel.
“Huh? Why—what—did I miss a text?”
Eddie, sat cross-legged on top of pearly-white cotton sheets, a vision so soft it’s making Buck dizzy, has the audacity to look puzzled. “Not from me. Why?”
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Eddie leaves a light on for Buck.
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31 Mar 2026
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or: Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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30 Mar 2026
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"Chris!" Buck called out a while later, plating up the pasta. "Dinner's ready!"
"Yeah, okay - hang on!" came the reply.
From the living room, Chris's voice drifted through again, clearer this time. "I know - I know. I'll be back on again later. I know, I'm sorry. I gotta go - my dads have called me for dinner."
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After a casual slip of tongue, Buck and Eddie are forced to confront their true feelings.
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29 Mar 2026
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“So,” Buck says, head spinning. He’s really feeling the alcohol now. They definitely should have eaten something before drinking. “No women.”
Eddie fumbles as he sets the bottle down on his bedside table. “No women.”
“What about men?” Buck blurts, which is—crazy, because again: neither of them are gay.
They’re just two straight guys. Two straight guys in Eddie’s bed, tipsy, and—and Eddie doesn’t want to sleep with women. Which means nothing.
Beside him, Eddie goes preternaturally still. “I would know, if I—you know.”
“Okay.” Buck’s hands twitch at his sides. “I—yeah. Me too.”
Then, very seriously, Eddie turns to look at him. “If I were gay, you would be my first call.”
Warmth blooms in Buck’s chest. Eddie’s so nice to him. “Dude,” he says, touched. “You’d be my first call too.”
Or: a story set in season 2 featuring tequila, Just The Tip, and, finally, a kiss.
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- Part 14 of cjo + 911
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26 Mar 2026
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because nothing says chemistry like a kissing alarm by evbuckbuckleydiaz
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23 Mar 2026
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“Eddie, come on, then we can make a regular schedule for practising! Just set the timer, kiss for 10 seconds, and move on. It makes sense, right? The more we do it, the more comfortable we’ll be.”
Eddie held his hands up, admitting defeat. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the clock app, setting up a timer for 10 seconds.
“Alright, Buckley—“ He held up the phone to show Buck the timer. “—whenever you’re ready. Try not to go all Statue of Liberty on me this time.”
OR; Buck and Eddie have to convince Buck's parents that they're in love. It doesn't take much.
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26 Mar 2026
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In a fit of insanity, or jealousy, or maybe he’s just thinking with his dick, Eddie takes off his own hat, grabs Buck’s, then puts Buck’s on. His eyes flit around the room, and most people seem to turn away after that. There. Settled.
“What’s that about?” Buck asks.
“You wanna be a cowboy but you don’t know the hat rule?”
“No.” Buck crosses his arms and tosses Eddie a lopsided smile. “Tell me the rule.”
Sometimes you see your best friend ride a mechanical bull in his stupid mirrorball cowboy hat and the dam breaks. Sometimes you go to Nashville and have to tell your best friend you’re in love with him.
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26 Mar 2026
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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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22 Mar 2026
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“You can’t really make yourself come untouched,” Eddie scoffs, hands impatiently finding the notch of his hips, eyebrows hitching up in bewilderment. When Buck is too silent for too long, Eddie adds, “can you?”
And Buck just— smirks, ducking his head away bashfully, pink tongue poking out through perfect teeth. Eddie flushes violently at the boyish grin, warmth and goosebumps flooding his skin like the spread of a wildfire. Wild, untamed and dangerous.
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21 Mar 2026
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What happens when an unrelentless force (Evan Buckley) meets a very much movable object (Eddie Diaz).
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18 Mar 2026
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Oh, alright, cool.
Cool, cool, cool. Neat.
That is a photograph of Eddie Diaz's dick.
It's just there. On the screen. In his hand. In high resolution. His best friend’s dick is in his hand. Well, wait — the photo. The photo of the penis is in his hand. Eddie’s dick isn’t in his hand. That would be absurd.
It’s just a penis. Buck has one of those.
So does Eddie, apparently and it’s… Buck has seen it, absorbed it, and every thought he's ever had has been replaced by a high-pitched tone and the image in front of him, which is — and this is the last coherent observation he'll produce for the foreseeable future —
Big.
Genuinely, impressively big.
Buck closes out of the photo and locks the phone so hard he's surprised it doesn't crack in half.
"Maddie say anything?" Eddie asks.
"Yep," Buck squeaks. Like a mouse. A giant, shocked mouse that has just seen its best friend’s erect dick.
"You okay?"
"Great. Y-yep. So great. I-I'm just really— the sunset was really— it's very— yep."
"It’s yep?"
"Uh-huh. Very yep."
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Stumbling upon your straight best friends' nudes is fine. Buck is fine. Everything is fine.- Language:
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17 Mar 2026
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He stands up, because Eddie does not cower from knocks at — he checks his phone — 10:52 PM, even though every true crime podcast his abuela forwards him suggests this is exactly how people end up as a Dateline episode.
He looks through the peephole.
He blinks.
He looks again.
There is a man on his porch. Which, fine, he expected a man. What he did not expect is for the man to be — and Eddie needs a second here, because he’s processing several things simultaneously and doing a poor job with all of them — approximately six foot two, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, visibly muscular in a way that suggests either a dedicated gym routine or a genetic lottery win or both, and completely, entirely, spectacularly naked.
Except for the potted succulent he's holding in front of his crotch.
Eddie's succulent. From Eddie's porch. The one Chris named Potricia.
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The odds of the universe dropping a naked man on your doorstep are low, but never zero.Bookmarked by pinkkatsyah
15 Mar 2026