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Eddie simply cannot know that he is currently naked. That would be catastrophic.
“Um, I— did you need anything? I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Buck says, which. Okay. That did not sound convincing. He adds, “I can call you back in ten?”
“I thought you just woke up?” Eddie says, and, fuck— Buck did basically say that.
Carefully, he says, “I did.”
“So what were you—?”
God, this is mortifying. This might be the worst thing that’s ever happened to Buck, and he’s been caught in, like, four natural disasters. And also struck by lightning. And had a fire engine fall on him. He even dated (he shudders at the thought) Tommy Kinard.
“Eddie,” he says. He doesn’t know what else to say.
“What? If you need to pee you can just mute yourself.”
“Eddie, that’s not—”
“Then what?” Eddie laughs. “If you’re still in bed, you can’t ha— oh.”
Or: Buck answers the phone in the middle of jerking off. For some reason, Eddie asks him not to hang up.
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Then, Eddie straightens up and turns around, and Buck revises his assessment, because the front is cropped too. Evenly, which means a person did this on purpose.
The express purpose being to ruin Buck’s day and possibly his life.
The shirt stops right under his ribs. His stomach is just — out, the whole deliciously muscular span of it.
“Hey,” Eddie says, a crooked, boyish grin splitting across his face, as if he isn’t standing in his own driveway basically naked. “Wasn’t expecting you.”
“I-I, uh, texted. You weren’t answering.”
“Phone’s inside.” Eddie tips his head at the engine. “She’s leaking somewhere. Been out here since this morning trying to find it.” He swipes the back of his wrist across his forehead, and the gesture pulls the hem up another half inch.
Which is how he ends up looking at the sweatpants again. And the sweatpants, it turns out, are keeping no secrets. There is nothing on under there.
So now he’s standing on Eddie’s front lawn, stone-cold sober, at four in the afternoon, looking at the unmistakable outline of his best friend going commando.
Neat.
Or: Eddie wears a crop top. Buck sucks his dick about it.
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08 Jun 2026
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“Are you and Buck fighting?” Hen asks curiously.
“No, we’re not fighting,” Eddie says. “It’s just…the Tootsie Pops are distracting, right?”
Hen’s eyebrows scrunch together. “Distracting? Distracting how?”
“Like he’s always sucking on them,” Eddie says, sure that once Hen understands, she’ll agree with him. “And Buck is Buck, so it’s really not appropriate for him to be doing that all day.”
“Buck is Buck? I’m not sure I follow,” Hen says, narrowing her eyes at him.
“He’s hot!” Eddie spits out and immediately regrets it. “Like objectively. Buck is objectively hot, right? So he shouldn’t be walking around like that just...sucking on things.”
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Buck organizes a Tootsie Pop-themed fundraiser with the 118 and Eddie finds himself more than a little distracted in the weeks leading up to it.
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08 Jun 2026
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buck
i love youeddie
??????buck
oh fuck
fuck no
oh my godeddie
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do that over textbuck
oh my godeddie
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i’m going to kill myself—sometimes confessing your love doesn’t go the way you expected…
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Is it love or are we just friends with tension? by Val_in_a_trenchcoat
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 Apr 2026
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“Eddie…” The word is soft, small, and still just a little too rough. A small inhale of air comes from Buck as he prepares his next words.
Eddie holds his breath.
“Have you ever heard of… gay chicken?”
Or: Eddie Diaz and the sexuality crisis he's not having, but Buck thinks he should have. For science!Bookmarked by pleasedeletethis
08 Jun 2026