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Buck is a lot. Eddie knows Buck is a lot. Buck knows Buck is a lot.
But every single person who ever said that to Buck said it like a warning. Like a disclaimer, a heads-up, a you-should-know-what-you're-getting-into before getting too close so they can't say they weren't told.
And Eddie has never, not once, wanted Buck to be less.
The surplus, the overflow, the fourth tangent on a story that started somewhere else entirely — that's not the price of Buck. That is Buck. And more of Buck has only ever meant more to love, and Eddie spent enough years running on empty to know what it means when someone fills up every room they walk into so completely that Eddie is overflowing with it most days.
"Eddie. Are you listening?"
Eddie nods. "Gym Katie is alone at the gym and she's upset."
Buck blinks. His mouth is still open from the sentence he was about to say, his hands still mid-gesture, and he looks genuinely thrown, like he expected to catch Eddie zoning out and instead got caught himself. Caught being heard.
"You were listening," Buck says, a little breathlessly.
Eddie smiles. "I'm always listening."
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Eddie finds beauty in the mundane. -
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“You want a bruise?” Eddie mumbles—and it’s by sheer magic that Buck doesn’t drop to his knees and propose right there. Eddie doesn’t give him a joke about asking for a hickey at thirty-five. Nor a joke about asking for a hickey before they’ve even kissed, much less had a mere two minute conversation about what this is no—Eddie just… gets it. Because Buck isn’t asking for a hickey, or a love-bite, not in traditional terms. He wants a bruise. He’s already bruised all over from horrible, abusive people, he has fucking taser marks on the other side of his neck that are still tender.
Buck looks like he’s been through the ringer, because he has been through the ringer—they both have—and if he has to see them each and every day in the mirror for the next few weeks as they fade from red, to purple, to blue, to yellow, to gone—he wants to know that at least one of them wasn’t born out of cruelty. Not an injury, but rather a piece of art—one carefully painted out of this—out of them—with Eddie holding the paintbrush in the form of his beautiful mouth; his intoxicating, safe, undivided, irreplaceable attention.
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- Part 8 of codas, spec, etc.
Bookmarked by armepan
26 Mar 2026
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This was grossly tender I’m gonna cry and throw uppppp 🙉🥹💗
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Don’t say anything about missing Eddie, he thinks as he chops veggies to hide in Bobby’s ragu sauce. Don’t say anything about wanting him and Christopher back. Don’t say anything about El Paso, or facetime calls, or any feelings.
“I think Eddie and Chris are haunting my kitchen,” Buck blurts out.
In 2025, Evan Buckley is living at 4335 South Bedford Street and missing his Diaz boys. To compensate, he starts cooking.
In 2017, new firefighter academy recruit Eddie Diaz is starting to believe his son when he says that their new house comes with its very own kitchen ghost.
In every time, there is a kitchen, food for three, and love, and love, and love.
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"Eddie?" Shannon picks up on the fourth ring. "Everything okay?"
"I kissed a man," he says.
The silence on the other end stretches for nine thousand years. Eddie can hear Shannon breathing. He can hear his own heartbeat slamming against his ribs. He stares at the apartment building through his windshield, at the lit window on the fourth floor that might belong to E. Buckley, and waits for his ex-wife to say literally anything at all.
"You what?"
"I kissed a man, Shannon. Just now. I was delivering food and he opened the door and I just— I kissed him. On the mouth. And I don't know why."
Another silence. Then a sound Eddie recognizes with dawning horror as Shannon trying very, very hard to suppress a laugh.
"Shannon."
"I'm processing."
"You're laughing."
"I'm processing." She fails spectacularly. "I'm sorry, I just— you kissed a man? Edmundo Diaz? The same Edmundo Diaz who wouldn't watch Brokeback Mountain with me because it made him 'uncomfortable'?"
"It did make me uncomfortable!"
"Yeah, Eddie, I'm starting to understand why."
Or,
Being kissed by your Uber Eats delivery driver? Worse things have happened.Bookmarked by armepan
25 Mar 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Raaahhhhh! I love when Shannon is alive, well and serving bestie. Alsooooo, this was a delight! 😛💞🥵
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And Buck’s there, face just inches from Eddie’s, forearm braced against Eddie’s sternum so that he feels it every time his ribs expand. It’s all heat and strength and that fizz below his skin that makes him feel like he might be losing his mind. They’re so close like this that for a second he actually thinks Buck might be about to kiss him.
Buck doesn’t say anything, just licks his lips, eyes trained on his mouth like he can’t meet his eye. Eddie waits a beat, then baits him, “Chain of command.”
or,
Eddie baits Buck into spanking him.
Bookmarked by armepan
22 Mar 2026