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Heat and vibration shook through him, his body a taut, quivering wire. He was so close now he could taste it, the sharpest edge of pleasure, Buck's imagined voice goading him toward it, right there right there right—
The sharp sound of metal on metal rang out in the room—a key fumbling in the front door.
Eddie pulled his sweats up so fast he nearly toppled off of the couch. He grabbed for the lube, hid it between the cushions, shot a hand out to grab his phone—and sent it flying across the room.
Oh god. Oh fuck.
The door opened and Eddie pulled a pillow over his lap—bit down on his lip. Hard.
He could feel his heartbeat up in his throat, on the back of his tongue. The vibrator was still buzzing inside of him.
“Hey, Eddie.” Buck called out, bright and cheerful as he walked around to the other side of the couch, sitting down next to Eddie, and oh god— “Whatcha watching?”
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20 Jun 2025
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The room spun for a beat before settling into dim shapes: the low gray light of early morning bleeding in through the blinds, the familiar slant of their bedroom ceiling—but none of that registered. What hit him first was the body against his.
His cheek was pressed against the top of a spine, rising and falling against his face with heaving breaths. His arm was wrapped around a torso that was moving with his own. His thigh was wedged up against hips that had just pushed back into him.
And that sound—that breath, that low, involuntary sound—it hadn’t come from him.
It had come from—
“Eddie,” Buck whispered. Voice raw, stuck halfway in his throat. He wasn’t even sure he’d meant to say it out loud.
“It’s okay,” Eddie spit, like it had come out instinctively—because Buck sounded scared, or maybe because Eddie was, too.
Eddie huffed, voice rough. “Keep going.”
Buck let out a shocked, stuttered, “Huh?”
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20 Jun 2025
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i’m still angry at my parents (for what their parents did to them) by bucksprideflag
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
19 Feb 2025
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Olive is so small as she shifts against his chest, her fingers finding the fabric of his shirt, clutching as tight as her tiny fist will allow.
Eddie stills, watching in quiet awe, memorizing every detail—the delicate slope of her nose, the curve of her barely-there smile, the way her lashes brush against her cheeks. He traces her features with his eyes, like if he studies them long enough, they’ll etch themselves into his memory forever.
"I’m here," he whispers, shifting his hold just enough to press a kiss to her impossibly soft temple. She exhales a tiny, contented sigh, her fingers loosening their grip. "I’m not going anywhere."
The words catch against the lump in his throat.
He wants to believe them. He needs to believe them.
But the doubt lingers, curling in the back of his mind like an old wound that never quite healed.
Because he said the same thing once before.
And then he left.
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Olive Isabel Diaz is born, Eddie grapples with his fear of abandonment and discovers that, maybe, it’s finally okay to stay.
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24 May 2025
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“The name. Firehose.” Eddie’s eyes flicked down to the orange in his hands as he started on the next slice. “You said it had more to do with something else.”
“Oh! Right—well…” Buck laughed, a little awkward, rubbing the back of his neck and wringing his hands like he was debating whether or not he should answer. “I guess my question would be… do you know what hyperspermia is?”
Eddie froze mid-chew, then bit down—hard—on a slice of orange. The juice hit the back of his throat and sent him into a coughing fit.
Or; Eddie finds out Buck has hyperspermia and is totally normal and sane about it.
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24 May 2025
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Eddie flipped the postcard one last time, reading over the words he’d inked into the paper. His thumb brushed along the corner as he slipped the card into the slot.
Hey Buck,
I’m drunk in Texas and this is still the only address I know by heart. I miss you.
Yours,
E.D.
Or; Eddie figures some things out about himself while he's in Texas. Then Chris asks to move back to L.A.
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