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Eddie says, desperately, “We weren’t doing anything.”
Christopher looks at Buck. “Were you about to kiss him?”
Buck’s face goes bright red in a way Eddie didn’t know Buck’s face could go. “No!”
Christopher looks at Eddie. “Were you about to let him?”
Eddie’s whole body heats. “No.”
Or five times they were just friends and one time they weren’t
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02 Feb 2026
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The kid claps a hand over his mouth. His eyes are huge and sparkling with something that looks like excitement or mischief, probably both.
"Sorry, sorry," he whispers loudly. Then he leans forward, like he's about to share a secret. "You're a hunk, right?"
Buck chokes on nothing. "I. What?"
"A hunk," the kid repeats. "You know, a hunk."
"I..." Buck has no idea what's happening. "Sure? I guess? I mean, I've been told... I work out sometimes—"
"Perfect!" The kid is already digging around in his backpack. He pulls out a slightly crumpled rectangle of cardstock and presents it to Buck with great ceremony. "This is for you."
It's a handmade card written in crayon, blue crayon. The handwriting is careful but wobbly, the letters all different sizes.
My dad likes boys and is single. He is a HERO and fights fires like Superman. He is a hunk. If intrested, please contact Chris Diaz.
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Christopher's fix-it kit for lonely dads.- Language:
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23 Jan 2026
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"Please tell me you aren't seriously apologizing to me for crying right now."
Buck swallows and ducks his head, suddenly sheepish. Half a moment later, a warm, solid weight materializes on his shoulder. Eddie's palm radiates heat through the thick fabric of Buck's sweater. It's instantly grounding.
"You're allowed to cry, Buck," Eddie says quietly. "We've been through a lot today."
"It's not fair when we're arguing," Buck mumbles, refusing to look up.
Eddie sighs, his grip on Buck's shoulder tightens, his thumb pressing in against Buck's collarbone. "We're best friends. You never have to pretend with me."
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or, after the intervention and going to the hospital with Hen, Buck and Eddie return home to have a long overdue conversation.
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- Part 8 of 9-1-1 offscreen
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22 Jan 2026
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20 Jan 2026
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Eddie’s already there, turning to wave, except when he sees Buck, his hand freezes mid-air, mouth falling open so wide it nearly hits the floor.
Buck suddenly remembers he's wearing nothing but a towel.
"Fuck," he says.
Eddie's gaze drops, just for a second, a quick flick down and back up, but Buck catches it, and his face goes hot.
He should get clothes. He should absolutely get clothes. He should turn around and walk to his bedroom and put on pants instead of not moving, naked and dripping in his living room.
Eddie's face is turning red. He's still frozen with his hand half-raised, mouth slightly open, and Buck is having a hard time remembering why clothes are important when Eddie is looking at him like that.
The towel betrays him, slipping with inconsiderate, dramatic timing. Buck lunges for it, misses, and is suddenly very, very naked.
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Buck accidentally flashes his apartment’s window cleaner.Bookmarked by backspaceaggression
20 Jan 2026
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There’s a billboard. Which is a normal thing to find on the side of the interstate. Advertisements for car dealerships and injury lawyers and anything you could ever dream of. This, though… this is beyond his wildest dreams.
This billboard has a picture of a man, about Eddie’s age, blond curly hair and crystal blue eyes.
The man on the billboard is—
He is—
The billboard text swims into focus slowly, as if Eddie is surfacing from deep water.
THIS IS BUCK.
HE’S 33, SINGLE, AND A FIREFIGHTER.
HE’S A GREAT COOK IF YOU DON’T MIND
BREAKFAST FOOD FOR EVERY MEAL.
I’M BEGGING SOMEONE TO DATE HIM SO
HE STOPS THIRD-WHEELING MY MARRIAGE.And then, underneath, in smaller letters:
ALL GENDERS WELCOME TO APPLY.
I'M DESPERATE AND HE'S HOPELESS.
PLEASE CONTACT MADDIE AT:
[email protected]Or,
The sisterly art of romantic sabotage.Bookmarked by backspaceaggression
16 Jan 2026
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Seven years ago, someone mistook Buck and Eddie for a couple. Eddie just found out—while holding a baby, negotiating a Santa photo, and realizing this has always been a family.
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19 Dec 2025
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Eddie's life is in pieces, and it's all his fault. All he can do now is try to fix the only part that matters, so he packs everything up and moves back to a city he had vowed never to return to.
He buys a noisy, run down house to try to build his life back up, but soon enough, he discovers he's not the only one living in it.
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15 Dec 2025
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01 Dec 2025
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“You don’t want to be my girlfriend.”
“I already said that.”
“But you want to be my—my something else?”
Eddie’s breath catches. Her eyes fly open, stinging and damp.
She doesn’t answer. Her throat constricts, trapping breath inside, trapping a response inside. Silently, she prays to a god she’s not sure she believes in that the floor will open up and swallow her whole. She can’t hear him say what she thinks he’s about to say; she can’t hear it, not even once. She can’t come back from that. She just—she can’t.
Buck pushes on, hesitant. “...My boyfriend?”
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Eddie doesn’t know how to be the man his heart yearns to be. Buck waits for him to learn.
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30 Nov 2025
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She shakes her head. “I don’t want to play princesses anymore,” she says.
Eddie feels his stomach churn. Why does that bother him? He should be happy. He’s terrible at this game. He’s always been bad at playing pretend. It’s never been fun for him.
So why, he wonders, does the idea of going back to Normal Eddie feel like such a task?
He swallows. “What if I want to keep being Princess Eddie?” he whispers.
Eddie plays princesses with Jee. It breaks him.
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30 Nov 2025
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"It's fine, Jee," Eddie says. "Buck doesn't have to kiss me."
"Yes he does." Jee crosses her arms and looks sternly at Buck. "Daddy and Mommy kiss every time when they go away from each other."
"Yeah, okay." Buck sucks in a breath and steps towards Eddie. He ducks his head down and presses the most fleeting kiss to Eddie's cheek.
"Not like that," Jee scolds.
"What? Why not?" Buck squawks.
"Because," she sighs and gives him a long, disapproving look. "Mommy and Daddy always kiss on the lips."
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or, buddie babysit Jee while being pretend boyfriends
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30 Nov 2025
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Buck tries to commit the frame to memory, wills himself not to forget the important details—Eddie on his knees in front of him, his nails seeking purchase along Buck's thighs as he drinks him down, his drawn-out gasps when Buck returns the favor.
After, when Buck reaches out for quiet confirmation in the dark, asks him, "Good?"
Eddie tells him, earnest and hard-won, "Everything is good with you," and Buck can bask in the illusion of a world where he almost believes it.
Buck is trying to leave the past where it belongs. Then he wins an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy, convinces Eddie to join him, and falls headfirst into (not so) casual sex with his best friend.
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25 Nov 2025
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“I don’t know what to do,” Buck admits, defeated.
Eddie blinks. “You…don’t know how to floss?”
Buck glares at him. “Obviously I know how to floss,” he sasses, which is a good point. Eddie has seen him do it hundreds of times. Buck is very diligent with his oral hygiene. “I just don’t know whether I should. It’s not sexy. I wouldn’t usually, if I - - y’know, historically, at this point,” he says, gesturing between them. “I wouldn’t.”
Or, Eddie is a low maintenance sleeper. Buck tries to explode his snoring strips with his mind.
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21 Nov 2025
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“Ok,” he says, recording the bird on his phone as he narrates. “So, I get Chris off to school and come home to grab my bag, and this… guy? Is just here. I’m gonna try to get around him, but if he decides to eat me as revenge for the last few hundred years of Thanksgivings, say something nice at my funeral. Buck, I’m counting on you to make everyone ugly-cry, bud. Do me proud.”
Or. A wild turkey shows up to haunt Eddie, and inadvertently gets him the love of his life!
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19 Nov 2025
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About a week after starting back at the 118, and about three weeks before he was supposed to start getting a steady check again, Buck quietly moved out of his loft—
—and into his jeep.
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19 Nov 2025
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“Bye, Eddie,” Buck says quickly, fluttering his lashes innocently at him, he smiles widely at glare he’s getting, and adds, “I love you.”
Eddie rolls his eyes, “Asshole,” he replies, his face blushed bright red.
(Or, Buck finds out that Eddie gets all flustered when someone tells him they love him. Naturally, Buck needs to tell him all the time now. It’s purely platonic, leave him alone.)
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13 Nov 2025
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The day of the shooting, Eddie got stuck in a time loop. But that was three months ago. He's completely fine now.
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- Part 7 of Amiril Fic (Not Cover Art)
- Part 1 of about the present
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12 Nov 2025
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No time to D-I-Y?
Try D-I-A-Z instead!
Experienced handyman in the LA area. No job too small. Competitive rates for excellent work. Call for a quote.
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Buck's timing is almost as bad as his luck.
With a fresh set of injuries that have him benched for the foreseeable future, all he has is his brand-new, empty 'fixer-upper' house. It's livable, but it's not exactly comfortable, and to get everyone off his back, he decides he needs to hire someone. Simple.
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A Handyman Eddie AU
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11 Nov 2025
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“He’s not my boyfriend! He’s Eddie! He’s a renter, and he’s straight,” Buck said proudly, as if that clarified anything.
The reporter hesitated. “So he was there because...?”
“He’s a paramedic,” Buck said, nodding solemnly. “Well, he used to be my firefighter partner, and now he’s someone else’s paramedic partner, which is fine, I guess. I miss him, though. He’s… he’s kind of my favorite person.”
The reporter blinked, caught somewhere between touched and deeply uncomfortable. “Well, it’s a good thing he was there!”
Buck brightened, grinning wide and loopy. “Yeah, isn’t he the best? Man, I love him. And not just in a straight renter way. In a bisexual homeowner way. I just bought a house, you know!”
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Breaking News: Local firefighter survives home invasion, confesses feelings for his partner on painkillers, and it's aired on the news. Sources confirm: it’s very gay.Bookmarked by backspaceaggression
05 Nov 2025