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wishing someone would film the way i’m looking at you right now by fleetinghearts
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
19 Jun 2025
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Which brings Eddie to his current predicament: drowning in love and unable to do a thing about it, all while being subjected to his criminally attractive best friend sauntering around sans a shirt at every hour of the goddamn day.
Morning toothbrushing? Shirtless. After school video games? Shirtless. Reading on the couch? Shirtless. Weeding the garden in LA summer sunshine? Shirtless and sweaty. Asleep half a foot of bedspace away from Eddie? There aren’t even pants involved. Existing day-to-day seems to have become a topless event where Buck is concerned, because Eddie has apparently racked up enough overdue penance for several lifetimes.
or, eddie loves living with his best friend. he just really wishes buck would put on a fucking shirt
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14 Feb 2026
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“I am trying to be normal!” Buck shouts, and then almost bites through his tongue.
“Normal about what?”
“You! I’m trying—I’m doing what normal best friends do, and—and this is what they do!”
“Normal best friends—what?”
— buck tries to act normal around eddie. eddie hates every second of it. ravi's unwittingly caused the whole scandal.
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buck (tries) to act normal about eddie after reading an article, and it goes well for absolutely nobody involved.Bookmarked by dranichek
10 Feb 2026
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Buck frowns. “What’s wrong?”
Eddie shifts his weight from one foot to the other, then winces.
“Eddie. Are you okay, are you hurt—” Buck steps closer, hands raised to assess Eddie for injury, but Eddie jerks back. Buck stops. “Eddie?”
“I did something stupid.” Eddie’s voice sounds rough, like it does first thing in the morning. His cheeks are somehow even more flushed than they were when he first stepped out. Buck can feel the discomfort radiating from him and he just—wants to make it better.
Buck tries for levity. “Like, tried-to-cook-and-almost-burned-the-kitchen-down stupid or someone-cut-me-off-on-the-freeway-and-now-I-need-help-burying-a-body stupid?”
Eddie huffs. “More tried-getting-off-for-the-first-time-in-months-and-got-a-vibrator-stuck-up-my-ass stupid.”
Buck takes a second while his brain goes completely blank.Bookmarked by dranichek
07 Feb 2026
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But standing before him, was without question, the hottest man he had ever met and, if the lime slice Shannon threw at his head was anything to go by, he had been staring for far too long.
“Hi,” he blurted, the lime doing its job at pulling him back out of his thoughts.
“Hey,” the guy grinned crookedly and leaned against the bar, curly hair flopping across his forehead in a way that threatened Eddie’s mind to bluescreen again.
“Hello!” Shannon chimed in with an evil grin, pointedly ignoring Eddie’s glare, elbow on the bartop, head resting on her palm.
Or:
In which Buck is a firefighter and Eddie is the worst bartender the world has ever seen
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07 Feb 2026
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“You fucked somebody else in my bed because you missed me?”
It’s punched out of him in a rush of anger, the words dripping in contempt, an imitation of a snarl.
“…Jesus christ,” Buck mutters faintly, but Eddie barely hears him through the blood that’s pounding in his ears. Buck missed him, so he fucked his ex. What the fuck does that even mean?
Or, nobody hates Tommy Kinard more than Eddie.
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07 Feb 2026