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Buck smiles at him, a wobbly, terrified thing. “Your number,” he clarifies, eyes flicking between Eddie’s. “I lost it. I didn’t— I didn’t mean to ghost you. After the games.”
“Don’t move,” Eddie tells him, voice low. “Just… just stay still, Buck.”
“I know you think I’m young, and—and stupid,” Buck says, voice wavering. “But I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t do that to you. I really liked you, Eddie. That night was— it was good. The best.”
“Buck,” Eddie rasps, fingers trembling. “You’re…”
“I’m on a pressure plate.” Buck glances at the grenade on the wall, eyes darting away just as quickly as they landed. He smiles wryly, looking braver than most people Eddie’s ever known. “I know.”
Or: Eddie moves to Los Angeles a year after sleeping with Buck at the Firefighter Games. It’s totally unrelated to Buck. The fact he joins the 118 is also unrelated to Buck, he swears.
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- Part 26 of ejo + 9-1-1
- Part 2 of Evan Buckley DILF Hunter
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08 Oct 2026
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Buck is about to walk out of the airport. He can’t do this. He won’t. But then a hand—a big, warm hand—settles on his shoulder.
“Hey, uh—”
Buck turns, and standing there is the most beautiful man Buck’s seen in his entire life. A week’s worth of stubble across his jaw and cheek, a strong nose, and the deepest, prettiest brown eyes he’s ever seen, framed by mile-long lashes. Buck’s breath catches. Buck’s not into men, but holy shit, if he was—he’d be into this guy.
Well. He is kinda into this guy. Well. That’s—
“I’m here with my kid,” the guy continues, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and pointing toward where a blonde-haired, smiling kid with red glasses and crutches is standing. The kid lifts a hand and waves. Okay. Even if Buck is into the guy—kid usually means wife. Damn. “He’s got CP. We’ve done this song and dance a thousand times. You want a hand?”
“Sir,” the man cuts in, “this is a private discussion—”
Buck, who really was trying not to cry before, feels like he’s fighting a losing battle now. His eyes are a little wet, and his hands, gripping his crutches, are shaking just a little. “Fuck. Yeah. Please.”
OR Eddie Diaz vs American Airlines.
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07 Oct 2026
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Eddie is there. Eddie, in his stupid grey-ish purple tank and tiny, tiny shorts. He’s grinning, sweat beading across his brow and glistening down his cheeks. He lifts a hand, tapping his ear, and mouths, ‘take it out.’
That’s fine. Eddie wants to talk to him. Buck loves it when Eddie talks to him. He’s great at eye contact. Eddie’s got great eyes, too. Buck could look at them for hours.
He presses pause on the machine, and it slows to a stop, fingers plucking the headphone out of his ear. “What’s up?”
“Why were your eyes closed?” Eddie asks, amusement dancing around his words.
He doesn’t have a good answer for that. “Uh—I was focusing.”
“Uh-huh, you looked very focused. Also kind of constipated.”
“Thank you, Eddie,” he huffs, grabbing his small towel from the handle and wiping his face off. “Did you need something? Or are you just here to heckle my workout?”
Eddie laughs, shaking his head fondly before jerking his head to gesture to where he’d just been lifting weights. “You mind spotting me? I can do you after.”
I can do you after.
Jesus Christ.
Or: How Eddie Diaz's perfect thighs ruined Buck's workout.
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07 Oct 2026
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“You guys shower together regularly?”
Buck furrows his eyebrows. “Oh — um no. We’re just running late, so we figured this would be more time-efficient. Plus, you know, it’s good for the environment."
For a moment, no one says anything. It’s Julia’s duty, she fears, to give them both a horribly awkward thumbs up.
“Okay,” she says. She’s fumbling this; she knows she is. But she does not know how to tell two men who just showered together platonically that they showered together. Platonically. “Smart. Love the environment.”
Or: In the span of two months, Julia gets brutally dumped, loses her apartment to a fire, moves in with certified sweetheart Firefighter Buck Buckley, and successfully inserts herself into the lives of two firefighters who don’t know they’re in love. Not necessarily in that order.
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- Part 5 of ejo + 9-1-1
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07 Oct 2026
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He reaches out, takes Tommy’s hand in his and smiles, soft and trembling.
Tommy looks taken aback, but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t return the squeeze Buck offers him either, though.
“O-Okay, that’s— yeah, I’ll—” Bile crawls up Buck’s throat, discomfort burning along his esophagus. He doesn’t know why. “I could just move in with you.”
Tommy blinks. Blinks again. The pause he leaves is purposeful, weighty. He leaves Buck waiting there, unsure, still holding his hand. Then, “You’d give up your loft for me.”
OR: Buck moves in with Tommy. And then moves out again. Somewhere along the way, he rediscovers the meaning of home.
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06 Oct 2026