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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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28 May 2026
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“You sold your dick?” Eddie says, voice pitching higher than it should. Everyone snaps to look at him, and Eddie’s cheeks suddenly flush with warmth. Okay. Maybe he’s drunk.
“No…not exactly,” Buck says, “I let them like… take a mould. Take some pictures. That’s not— it could be the lie! You guys have to guess!”
“No,” Eddie slurs, tilting forward, an accusatory finger pointed. “I don’t believe you. And the car thing is—” A slightly drunken hiccup. “Bullshit. You can’t tell two lies.”
Horrified at the allegation, Buck gasps, hand slapped against his sternum. “You think I’d— Eddie, the sanctity of two truths and a lie is really, really important to me.”
OR: One Life-Altering, Buck-Dick-Shaped Truth.
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25 May 2026
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Eddie touches Buck a lot.
It’s a thing they do, has been for years, and it’s not a big deal. Eddie’s an affectionate guy. Side hugs and arm grabs and that move where Eddie steers him through doorways with a hand on his lower back.
All of which Buck has never spent any real time considering because it’s just Eddie, it’s just how he is. Eddie touches people and Buck just happens to be the person standing next to him most of the time, so it’s aimed at him most of the time. Proximity and frequency, that’s all. A coincidence.
They’re close. They always have been. So what?
All that being said, there is one thing Eddie doesn’t do.
Eddie doesn’t kiss Buck.
Or — didn’t. Past tense, until about thirty seconds ago, when Eddie leaned across their table at the diner they’re currently eating at and pressed his mouth to Buck’s cheek like the kiss was just another item on a list of things he was doing that afternoon.
Or,
The totally natural and platonic long-term friendship escalation of kissing your best friend on multiple parts of his body without explanation.Bookmarked by bibliosmiia
15 May 2026
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because nothing says chemistry like a kissing alarm by evbuckbuckleydiaz
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
23 Mar 2026
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“Eddie, come on, then we can make a regular schedule for practising! Just set the timer, kiss for 10 seconds, and move on. It makes sense, right? The more we do it, the more comfortable we’ll be.”
Eddie held his hands up, admitting defeat. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the clock app, setting up a timer for 10 seconds.
“Alright, Buckley—“ He held up the phone to show Buck the timer. “—whenever you’re ready. Try not to go all Statue of Liberty on me this time.”
OR; Buck and Eddie have to convince Buck's parents that they're in love. It doesn't take much.
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12 May 2026
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Sighing, Eddie closes his crossword book for good and tosses it on the table before he stands. He never could leave Buck sad and pouting for long. “If you’re really serious about this, I’ll do it.”
Buck jerks his head up. “What?”
“I’ll be your practice partner” —Eddie gestures to him— “or whatever you want to call it.”
“But you're straight.” Buck says it as an unequivocal fact. His mouth is pressed into a firm line. The corners start to twitch into a full on frown again like he’s disappointed.
It almost has Eddie wanting to say, ‘Yeah, I’m disappointed in me too.’
Instead, he musters through the weird twisted knot persisting in his gut and plasters on a smile. “Which is perfect for you so you don’t have to worry about anyone catching feelings.”
(Or Buck wants to practice kissing guys and Eddie volunteers)
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12 May 2026