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“Guy?” Buck asks like he’s never heard the word before. “Eddie’s been talking to a guy? Like, a specific guy?”
“Yeah,” Harry says. “He was talking about it the other day after work. I think they’ve been out like three or four times. Pretty sure he’s an electrician or something?”
“An electrician…” What the fuck kind of real person is an electrician?
Buck drums his fingers on the table and stares at his empty glass and wonders what possible conversation led to Eddie revealing this guy’s profession to Harry. It’s not like it’s interesting.
Buck tries to picture what Eddie could’ve possibly said: I was out for the twelfth time this week and some random guy came up to me and said hey, I’m an electrician, can I put my stupid sweaty hand on your bicep and then crash your work function? And I said yes because I’m gay now and that means I have to go on a date with every fucking man in Los Angeles apparently.
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Eddie gets a boyfriend, and Buck has some feelings about him.
Bookmarked by ThatCrazyPerson
09 Jul 2026
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Such a good buildup. Love Buck crashing out over Eddie. Delicious jealousy.
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"When Buck tried to rub his wrist against Eddie’s to transfer his scent and got stopped by the patches that covered both of their glands, he let out a deep grumble of frustration that had Eddie tensing up - not because he was scared or threatened, but because of how much he wanted Buck’s scent on him, how much he enjoyed the fact that his best friend wanted them to smell like each other.
The way his body also lit up at the frustrated growl was something he shoved down until it would never see the light of day again.
Not that it was anything wrong, of course. They were best friends, their work and home lives entwined firmly, and they were kind of raising a kid together. It was totally platonic. Just friends, sharing scent, nothing crazy about that. It’s completely normal to get a little shivery at your friend’s voice, everybody in the world knows that."
More affectionately known as, The Bitching Fic
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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of ejo + 911
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“Do none of you care about the children? It’s a bachelor auction, and you, my friend, are a bachelor. Abracadabra, put your name on the list.”
“I can’t,” Eddie repeats. He can’t. He cannot. “I’m not.”
“You’re not? Since when?” Chimney frowns. “Who?”
It’s not Eddie’s fault that, at that exact moment, Buck walks in. So it’s not his fault that he opens his mouth and says, “Buck.”
Or, Eddie trips and falls into a lightly fraudulent HR-disclosed "consensual romantic relationship" with his best friend. Really, if you think about it, it's a win-win.
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19 Mar 2026
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So good #hopecore lmao
Such good dialogue
Honestly just read this so you can get to the Diaz group chat I should not be cackling so hard at this.
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Buck is confronted with the undeniable truth: Eddie Diaz, as it turns out, is beautiful both as a man and as a woman.
Fuck my life, Buck thinks faintly.
Unfortunately, his mild panic does not go unnoticed.
“You—you like me?” Eddie asks quietly, voice disbelieving. “Other me? Me as a woman?”
Buck turns wide, panicked eyes to Eddie. “No!”
“I know what your face looks like when you’re into someone, Buck,” Eddie says under his breath. “You’re—looking at her.”
“Politely. I’m polite,” Buck stresses. He bumps into the counter and comes to an abrupt stop. He realises only then, of course, that both Lady Eddie and Lady Buck are staring at him.
OR: Buck and Eddie crash the car. The universe, finally sick of their shit, kidnaps them.
OR: a totally, super-serious spec fic featuring inter-dimensional travel.
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- Part 11 of ejo + 911