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"Don't you have a fire to contain?" Eddie grumbled into his hands.
"My team's got it."
Eddie looked up with narrowed eyes. He had to anyway, what with Buck being backlit by the sun as he was. "What are they even paying you for?"
"Looking pretty, obviously." He swung his axe over his shoulder with a wink.
Eddie was sure he had brought it over just for that exact purpose. Why else would he need it?
He had to admit, though... He looked good with it. He always looked good, but something about his arms, and the pink of his cheeks, and his glittering eyes, practically sparkling in the sun with laughter, and the uniform certainly helped -
Eddie cleared his throat, wanting to come off as cool. And not let on the fact that he was getting lost in fantasies about hot firefighters with adorable pink splotches on their faces. "Wow. Glad to know my tax dollars are being well spent."
Buck laughed, head thrown back with it and everything. Eddie didn't think he was that funny, but Buck always made him feel like he was a comedic genius.
OR: Eddie really needs to stop setting his kitchen on fire. At least he gets a hot firefighter out of it.
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- Part 22 of Interesting Fact of the Day!
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14 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.
Or,
The odds of the universe dropping a naked man on your doorstep are low, but never zero.Bookmarked by sunshine (Shunshinee)
14 Mar 2026
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“Okay,” Eddie offers. “What exactly do you want us to do about this?”
“We have to get married,” Buck answers immediately.
“Alright,” Eddie nods. “That was already the plan, wasn’t it?”
“No,” Buck corrects. “Right now. Before he comes home. If we get married before tomorrow, his parents will be married, and he'll be well adjusted."Or, they have 12 hours to get married or Buck is going to lose his ever-loving mind.
Bookmarked by sunshine (Shunshinee)
04 Mar 2026
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"EDDIE! HI!,” Buck yells. Everyone in the room flinches. Buck clears his throat. “Um. Hi. Good morning,” he whispers. “Nice to see you both here today.”
“In our…kitchen?” Christopher asks.
“Exactly,” Buck agrees. “It’s a nice kitchen. And my favorite guys are in it. Just like…just like normal.”
“Okay,” Christopher shrugs. “I don’t remember you being this weird.”
Or, Buck and Eddie try to keep their new relationship a secret. It doesn't go well.
Bookmarked by sunshine (Shunshinee)
04 Mar 2026
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From there, it becomes a thing. At least once a day, either Christopher or Buck declare that a mild inconvenience is a part of the anti-gay agenda.
They hit every red light? During pride month? Homophobic.
The hot water stops working? In June? Homophobic.
Or, Eddie doesn't think he really needs to come out to anyone. Christopher adopts a new catchphrase. Buck is confused.
Bookmarked by sunshine (Shunshinee)
04 Mar 2026