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and i love you more than any stupid song could ever say by hellanovers
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
21 Jun 2026
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Eddie calls Buck to pick him up from wine night, Eddie is wasted and touchy.
Or, the fic where Eddie begs Buck to fuck him, and Buck refuses.
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Eddie could hear the music from outside the house, and he could see Buck, dancing around the kitchen while cleaning the dishes.
Eddie smiled to himself.
Or, Eddie comes home from the gym to a dancing Buckley, and starts dancing with him.
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"Oh my god," Eddie's voice came out cracking. "Are you hard right now?"
"No." Buck spoke up almost immediately, looking up to meet Eddie's eyes and- oh, bad idea.
"You are." Eddie chuckled and Buck frowned, looking back at Eddie. Huh? "Dude, out of all the things I've ever worn," Eddie continued, opening the fridge's door to get himself a beer. "I just have to show my forearm to get you hard?" He finally said, smiling like the fact of Buck being hard was amusing.
What the hell was going on?
Or, Eddie yells at Buck and Buck gets hard about it.
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"Did you even wash your hands before putting them in your mouth like that?" He asked, faking a grimace and Eddie rolled his eyes. "Hm, yummy, salty sweaty hands and whipped cream." He smiled, looking down at Eddie's hands.
For your information, Eddie had cleaned his hands before getting in the kitchen with the chef Evan Buckley.
"I told you, Buck." Eddie smirked, shrugging. "Whipped cream makes everything taste better."
Or, Buck licks whipped cream off of Eddie, Eddie licks whipped cream off of Buck. (Buck mostly licks whipped cream off of Eddie.)
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Castiel comes back from the dead after confessing to Dean and as long as they don't talk about it, Dean feels like it's weird.
Or, they talk about it, Dean rejects Cas and ends up agreeing into moving into Bobby's old house with Cas and Jack.
Or, I couldn't find the fic that I wanted to read, so I'm writing it.
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The boyfriend looks at Eddie's arm, looks at Eddie's face, does whatever math drunk people do when they're deciding whether a fight is worth it, and somehow arrives at the correct answer. He grabs maybe-horse-Ashley by the elbow and pulls her away, muttering something about firefighters that Buck doesn't catch because he's too busy trying not to pass out.
Eddie turns around. His hand is still on Buck's chest.
"Seriously?" One eyebrow up. Not angry yet, but getting there. "We've been here an hour."
"He came at me!" Buck throws his hands up. Outraged. Innocent. An absolute victim of circumstance and nothing more. "I was just talking to her."
"You were practically on top of her."
"That's just how I talk to people, Eddie. I'm a leaner. It's my thing."
Eddie stares at him for a second. His hand drops from Buck's chest and he shakes his head, turning back to the bar.
"Get yourself a drink," Eddie says over his shoulder. "And stay out of trouble for five minutes."
He makes it roughly eleven minutes before he does something stupid again.
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Buck is completely normal about Eddie shoving Blue to defend his honor. Really. He is.Series
- Part 1 of no grave can hold my body down
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29 Jun 2026
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"So," Buck says, sliding onto the seat next to Eddie while the auction winds down around them. "Mystery bidder. That's exciting."
Eddie takes a very deliberate sip of water. "Yep."
"You know who it was?"
"Nope."
"You don't even seem curious," Buck tries.
"Not really."
"Someone spent over two grand on you, Eddie. On a date with you. Like a date-date. With food and conversation. And you're just— what, chill about it?"
Eddie shrugs. The picture of nonchalance. "It's for charity."
"It's for— okay." Buck gapes. He’s got nothing. He’s standing at the door and Eddie has deadbolted it from the inside. "Cool. Great."
It is not cool. It is not great. Buck is aware that his definition of cool and great has always been somewhat flexible, but this doesn't qualify under any interpretation.
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Buck just wants to know who bid on Eddie. That's it. That's all he wants. He's being totally normal about it.Bookmarked by hellanovers
29 Jun 2026
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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
Or,
What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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30 Jun 2026
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Eddie's hand is warm and slightly calloused and his fingers are trembling just a little and Buck suddenly can't remember how to breathe.
Veronica moves in with the needle and Eddie's grip tightens, crushing, bones grinding together. Buck doesn't mind. Buck doesn't mind at all. Buck would let Eddie pulverize every metacarpal in his hand into calcium powder, reduce his entire skeletal structure to fine calcium dust, if it helped even a little.
"You're doing great," Buck says.
"I haven't done anything yet, she hasn't even started."
"You sat in the chair. That's huge."
"That's literally the bare minimum."
"The bare minimum is still an accomplishment when you're scared."
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Eddie is scared of needles, so Buck holds his hand.- Language:
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29 Jun 2026
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"I'm kidding, relax." Buck grins at him, radiating false innocence, and takes another sip. "Although I bet if I really wanted you to do something, I'd just have to ask nicely. Say please."
He pauses, Eddie can see the mischief brewing, can practically see the gears turning in Buck's head. "Or maybe just call you sir. That seems to work pretty well."
Eddie stops breathing. So much for trying to act natural.
Buck is watching him now, really watching him with sharp curious eyes and Eddie can feel himself being catalogued, examined, picked apart and analyzed like a bug under a microscope.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie says, which is a blatant lie and they both know it.
"Sure you don't." Buck pushes off the counter, still smiling that infuriating smile. "Whatever you say, sir."
Or,
Eddie Diaz and the three letter problem.a 9x08 coda
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