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Eddie Diaz realizes he’s bisexual at approximately 11:30 PM.
By 9:14 AM the next morning, he has:
- Dumped his girlfriend,
- Proposed marriage to Buck,
_ Emotionally compromised an entire fire engine,
- Held Buck hostage in radiology, and
- Turned a Level 1 Trauma Center into a live studio audience.The thing is, Buck would’ve handled this better if Eddie had:
- NOT proposed marriage in the middle of a gas leak,
- NOT immediately started flirting like a menace,
- NOT weaponized ER paperwork,
- NOT trapped him in a CT room,
- NOT weaponized eye contact,
- NOT somehow become hotter in a hospital gown, and
- NOT had an entire emergency department acting as witnesses.Evan Buckley, is, in a word, doomed.
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08 May 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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04 May 2026
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“His shirt’s on inside out,” Josh commented to Linda. Eddie opened the door to the breakroom and tried to let it close behind him, but that did not deter either of his colleagues. “Is this a walk of shame?”
“Well, I am walking,” Eddie confirmed, rounding the counter and beelining to the empty coffee pot. “And full of shame.”
“What happened?”
“I stood him up,” he answered, shortly.
After what was probably a very involved silent conversation between Linda and Josh, Josh said, “Eddie, if you aren’t ready, I’m sure he’d understand.”
“I am ready,” he said, detaching the water reservoir with more force than necessary. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”
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Eddie Diaz has been trying to get Firefighter Buckley to agree to a date for the last two months; so no one is more surprised than he is when he finally gets a chance—and blows it.
Or: Dispatchers Eddie and Maddie are both looking for a second chance. They just don't realize they want one from the same person.
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07 Apr 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 TheHatCollector
06 Apr 2026
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“Chris?” Eddie asks, turning away from the stove only to see Chris wearing his headphones at the kitchen table. “Chris!” he calls out and waits for Chris to free up an ear. “Did you hear me?”
“Something about Buck?” Chris guesses. “What is it now?”
Eddie has no idea where this kid gets his sass from.
“I wanted your opinion,” Eddie responds, pointing his spatula at Chris, “on whether or not you think Buck might have feelings for me? Because I’m trying to decide if I should say something to him or not.”
Chris pulls his headphones off fully, placing them on the table.
“About your big gay crush?” Chris asks, looking for clarification.
Eddie rolls his eyes and nods. “Sure, my ‘big gay crush’.”
“I don’t know why you don’t just show him the tattoo,” Chris replies. “I’m pretty sure he’ll be able to figure it out from there.”
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(Eddie gets a tattoo of a buck on his thigh.)
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23 Nov 2025