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- Video Blogging RPF (39)
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Buck snorts. “Don’t know if you can count Buck version one in my career. Could be used against me, even. Hey- if you were captain, and I stole the firetruck-”
“I’d-” Eddie starts, and then cuts himself off. That blush from before returns, even as he stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road. Buck feels his eyebrows raise, and his mind starts to really tick in interest. “I’d handle it.”
“You’d handle me,” Buck drops his voice to a whisper, leans over the center console. “Could show you what I used it for. Captain.”
“You talk a big game,” Eddie says. He’s recovered somewhat, even with Buck still close. “But when I said no one would notice if we went to the storage closet-”
or, buck and eddie and the wonders of undernegotiated roleplay
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Buck is going into heat, and Eddie knows how to help him
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through the net by dwtdog (cqfnce) for Polarbearsmakingpancakes
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
05 Jan 2026
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George shivers like he’s been struck by a draft. “I’d prefer not to think of the river now. Though your clothes are very warm.” He tucks his nose under the collar of the night shirt Dream has lent him, and breathes in. Dream can hardly breathe in his own right. “And the fire is nice. It was cold in your room, though. Will you be alright to sleep there?”
Dream runs warm, and his bed is just as padded with blankets as their current resting spot, but there is something to sleeping near a fire.
“I’d usually sleep out here on a night like tonight.”
“Then stay,” George says, easy as anything. “If I can invite you to do anything in your own home.”
Dream finds that it’s quite easy to allow him.
or, dream is a lonely dog hybrid who saves the right person from a river
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true love and other terrible things by dwtdog (cqfnce) for KarkatDavekat
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF
08 Nov 2025
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And now, he’s looking at George, knife and all, with hearts in his eyes, and the fluffy ears that give away his wolf perked up like he’s smelled a steak cooking. He’s swooning, over the prince he’d introduce to Sapnap as a man he hates, holding a knife to his throat. Sapnap is trapped in a shitty romance novel—and he’d thought he was in for his own odyssey, like a damn fool.
or; dream and george hate the arrangement of their marriage, and they hate each other, so they decide to run away together with sapnap along for the ride
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He takes the newly vacated seat.
It gets him a lot closer to the hybrid, who peers at him with a cocked head and a considering look, his ears flopping over to the side.
Eddie shouldn’t be patronizing, but, objectively, it’s adorable.
“What’s a wolf doing in this neck of the woods?” the hybrid jokes, his mouth curling up at his own words.
Eddie gives him a carefully flat look. “You’re on Diaz pack territory.”
or; eddie isn't looking for anything when he walks into the bar, but he ends the night with more than he ever could have hoped for
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Buck opens his eyes. Eddie stopped playing with his hair, his hand settling low on his neck. He is looking back, down at him, a faint smile on his lips. Tell me, Buck wants to ask, to pull at the thought forming in Eddie’s brain. Tell me, tell me, tell me.
The topic of pet names comes up, and Buck cannot let the idea go.
(buddie, pet names, and naming the beat of your heart)
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26 Jan 2026
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Buck just wants to see Hen smile. That's all this is.
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24 Jan 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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09 Jan 2026
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“I gotta be dreaming.”
Buck pinches him. Hard.
“Jesus Christ, Buck.”
“See? Not dreaming.”
Eddie sends him an irritated, wary look, but Buck is getting kind of amped up, so he starts pacing around with his hands on his head.
“Okay, we’re—we’re stuck in a fucking time loop. Both of us. Um, what if it’s like. What’s that movie called? Groundhog Day! Where we have to learn to be better people. Or like a fucking. Uh. A Christmas Carol.”
“A Christmas Carol isn’t about a time loop,” Eddie adds unhelpfully.
“Okay, b-but some fantastical shit happens and they have to be better.” Buck gasps. “Oh my God, Eddie. What if we’re terrible people?”
Buck and Eddie start living the same day over and over again.
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08 Jan 2026
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When they make it back to the station, Eddie expects things to go back to normal. Clearly, he imagined something, his own guilt transpiring into something edging toward an auditory hallucination. He pushes on, shedding his gear and making his way into the kitchen. He chops up the vegetables handed to him, slicing them finely, long fingers careful with the blade, well, until—
I don’t even know how to stop staring. God, his hands. Holy shit. I wonder how many of his fingers would fit in my mouth—
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie chokes, knife slipping in his hand, almost nicking his finger. He pauses, placing the knife to the side of the chopping board. “What did you—what was that?”
Buck looks up from where he’d been staring at Eddie’s hands, catching his eye. “Huh?”His eyes are beautiful, Buck says—or his voice does. Eddie watches, but there, right in front of him, Buck’s mouth is unmoving.
OR Eddie's forced to confront the situation at hand because he can't get Buck's voice out of his damn head.
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31 Dec 2025