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“Hey man,” Eddie says, sliding into the seat next to Buck and pulling him out of his thoughts. “You good? You’ve been staring at that wall for a while now.”
Buck blinks as he raises his head, caught off guard by Eddie’s concern. Part of him wants to snap at Eddie—tell him to go ask Hen, since they’re so close now. Buck’s jealousy has always had teeth; a beast he doesn’t always know how to control, or how to keep from snapping its jaws at people.
But right now, it’s overshadowed by the excitement of Eddie looking at him; seeing him. There’s a warmth spreading through his chest, one he hasn’t felt in a little while, and all he can think is more, more, more and look at me, look at me, look at me.
Keep looking at me. Look at me forever, because when no one looks at me, I feel like a ghost.
Or: Buck doesn't know how to handle the way everything is changing and it makes him fall back into old habits.
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i'm making plans for my future (and i plan on you being in it) by rizcriz
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
15 Feb 2026
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“Oh,” Eddie yells after him, tone almost mocking. “So that’s it? You’re just going to walk away?”
Buck stops, biting down on his cheek. He knows, distantly, that they’re making a scene. That everyone who isn’t actively putting what’s left of the fire out can see and hear everything they’re saying. He sighs. “I don’t know why you’re so pissed,” he mutters, twisting back around to face him just in time to see Eddie’s eyebrows rise high up on his forehead.
“You don’t know why I’m pissed?” Eddie asks, stepping towards him.
Shit. He needs to walk away before this blows up. They’re one throw away comment from explosion.
Buck whips back around, taking a step towards the engine and away from Eddie. “That’s what I said,” he calls over his shoulder. Which—maybe, isn’t the thing to say to cool things down.
But—
“I’m pissed,” Eddie shouts back, voice frayed and desperate, “Because I fucking love you.”
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Or, loud so everyone can hear.
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Dear Captain Nash,
I know this email is kind of out of the blue, but I didn’t know who else to reach out to. I’m not even sure how to start this email. One time Buck and I signed up for this pen pal program, but the kid in Maine I was writing with gave up after two rounds of letters. It was during my ancient Egypt phase and I think I scared him off with my questions about mummies. Buck told me I was too cool for him anyway.
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When Chris starts going to church in Texas he reaches out to the only person he can think of who might have some answers, meanwhile Eddie uses his email to try and talk to God, and Buck... well Buck online shops mostly.
A season 8 rewrite told only through email.
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the mortifying ordeal of getting everything you've ever wanted by nwtons
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
10 Feb 2026
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And it’s no different now. Because Buck is a good friend - the best friend Eddie has ever had the privilege of having. He’s been the one sure thing in his and Chris’s lives since they came to LA nearly a decade ago, and the hungry thing in Eddie’s chest that thrives off of each moment spent in proximity to him is spoiled rotten with his easy affection and loving companionship. And that’s enough. It has to be enough, because Buck doesn’t - can’t possibly - feel the same way.
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or: Buck keeps trying to set him up with women, Eddie crashes out and pines his little heart out, and a night at a motel in the middle of nowhere, Texas changes everything -
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Somehow, Buck has Eddie’s lip print on his cheek. Eddie has marked Buck as taken and his, and oh. This is what Buck wants. He can’t walk around with a hickey on his neck, no matter how much he wants to (and god does he want to). But this could scratch the itch, allow Buck to feel claimed, to feel like Eddie’s being a little possessive, while maintaining secrecy. He can wipe off the lip balm where Eddie’s lips branded him and pretend like they’re best friends and nothing more.
Honestly? It’s so hot.
or, Buck wants to be marked by Eddie so badly; Eddie obliges with lip balm, lipstick, and hickeys. They fuck about it.