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That one fic where Francesca fucks Michaela with a strap.
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18 Jan 2026
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"Buck thinks I should meet women."
"You're gay," Chris says, easy and matter of fact and confident about it in a way that Eddie hasn't found the ability to master yet himself.
"Yeah, well..." Eddie sighs. "Buck doesn't know that."
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or, 9x07's guys night out: the extended edition
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- Part 7 of 9-1-1 offscreen
Bookmarked by PrincessPeachz
15 Jan 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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Bookmarked by PrincessPeachz
15 Jan 2026
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Buck is about to walk out of the airport. He can’t do this. He won’t. But then a hand—a big, warm hand—settles on his shoulder.
“Hey, uh—”
Buck turns, and standing there is the most beautiful man Buck’s seen in his entire life. A week’s worth of stubble across his jaw and cheek, a strong nose, and the deepest, prettiest brown eyes he’s ever seen, framed by mile-long lashes. Buck’s breath catches. Buck’s not into men, but holy shit, if he was—he’d be into this guy.
Well. He is kinda into this guy. Well. That’s—
“I’m here with my kid,” the guy continues, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and pointing toward where a blonde-haired, smiling kid with red glasses and crutches is standing. The kid lifts a hand and waves. Okay. Even if Buck is into the guy—kid usually means wife. Damn. “He’s got CP. We’ve done this song and dance a thousand times. You want a hand?”
“Sir,” the man cuts in, “this is a private discussion—”
Buck, who really was trying not to cry before, feels like he’s fighting a losing battle now. His eyes are a little wet, and his hands, gripping his crutches, are shaking just a little. “Fuck. Yeah. Please.”
OR Eddie Diaz vs American Airlines.
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08 Jan 2026
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The message hasn’t even fully played before the phone is slipping out of Eddie’s grasp and landing on the floor with a thud.
Eddie Diaz. Emergency contact for Evan Buckley.
Hospital.
Accidental drowning.
Body recovered.
Pronounced dead on the scene.
We’re sorry for your loss.
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a presumed dead buck fic.
Bookmarked by PrincessPeachz
06 Jan 2026