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"I’m not getting banned from Aquarium of the Bay because you’re horny.”
Eddie pinches his wrist. “Fuck off. You’re horny.”
Buck leans in, brushing their mouths together, a barely there sensation—Eddie can feel Buck’s breath intermingling with his. He chases it, leaning forward to close the short gap, but Buck pulls away again. Eddie chases him further, leaning into his space, stopped by a hand planted on his sternum. Asshole.
“Yeah. And you’re completely unaffected, right?” Buck asks, smug.
Eddie rolls his eyes, dragging Buck the dozen or so steps to the men's room, before shoving his pretty boyfriend into a stall. Buck pulls out his phone, scrolling for a second, much to Eddie’s displeasure. He leans in, kissing at Buck’s jaw, nose dragging along his cheek.
“You’ve got four and a half minutes, Diaz,” Buck tells him, setting the phone down on top of the toilet, an alarm counting down on the screen. “Come in my mouth before the timer goes off, or you gotta wait till we get home.”
Jesus Christ. “Guess you better get to work then, huh?"
OR 5 times Eddie has to come within a time constraint + 1 time Buck does.
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“Can you see a window?” Buck asks.
Eddie glances around. Nothing. Just darkness. “Ceiling caved in where a window probably used to be. No other doors. I’m—” he rests his head against the cement between them, sighing. “I’m stuck, bud.”
Silence ensues. For a few long seconds, neither of them says anything. Eddie is so tired of not saying anything. If he’s going to die here, he’s going to say the shit he’s been pushing down for years, even if Buck hates him for it. Buck deserves to know. Eddie deserves to have said it. Just once. Just fucking once.
He can’t die a coward. He already lived like one.
“I love you,” Eddie says, voice too quiet. On the other side of the wall, Buck’s breathing stutters. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, heart hammering. “I love you. I’m sorry I— I’m sorry I’m telling you now. Like this.”
Or: in what Eddie Diaz thinks are his final moments, he finally confesses.
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Buck holds his gaze for a beat before nodding slowly. Eddie guides him back toward the sink, stepping aside at the last second and tipping Buck’s head up to expose the dark mark blooming on his throat to the mirror.
“Should do a whole line of ’em sometime,” Eddie says quietly. “Make a pretty collar out of it.”
Buck looks dazed, already slipping under. “Uh-huh.”
Eddie shifts his grip, cradling Buck’s jaw instead, leaning in until their noses brush. “Wanna fuck you here. Remind my puppy who he belongs to. That okay?”
Their heads almost collide violently with how hard and quick Buck nods. “Yeah, y-yeah. Fuck me. I’m yours, you know that,” he agrees, easily. “Holy shit, Eddie. What has gotten into you?”
Eddie hates the possessiveness. The jealousy. It twists something ugly in his gut every time it surfaces. But this isn’t about reminding Buck. Not really. It’s about reminding himself—Buck is his. He isn’t going anywhere. There’s no one Buck wants more than him.
His hand glides down the side of Buck’s neck, landing on his shoulder, before nudging him downward to his knees. “Down.”
OR Eddie is jealous. He fucks Buck against a wall of mirrors about it.
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.”
Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?”
Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?”
Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?”
Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.”
“Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.”
Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
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a collection of my (unconnected) 9-1-1 chat fics!
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This was originally kinktober-but has morphed into fictober. Please enjoy my silly little gay firefighters
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It's really good sex. Buck might be addicted. He does wish things were a little different—but alas, the tricky circumstances of having sex with your straight best friend to cure the unexplained appearance of a vagina.
Or, Buck finds himself in possession of a vagina. Eddie, because he's such a good friend, volunteers to help Buck--first to relax, and then to get his dick back. Because he is so nice, and a good friend, and straight!
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21 Dec 2025
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They’re at the scene of a five car pile up with mercifully few injuries, all things considered, when a panicked woman decides to yank her car door shut rather than accept Buck’s help out of her vehicle. In the process, she manages to slam the door on Buck’s right index and middle finger, hard enough to fracture both.
The fractures are closed, with no displacement, so Buck gets a splint and relegation to light duty. It’s fine, until he goes to do his T shot and realizes that administering an injection is incompatible with having two splinted fingers on your dominant hand.
So, he does what he always does. He calls Eddie.
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Buck, Eddie, and the inherent eroticism of HRT.
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11 Dec 2025
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“Would you date me if I was a girl?”
Eddie's question surprises them both, air between them full of breath-held tension before Buck scoffs, eyebrows furrowing but mouth curling into a toothy smile.
“Dude, I would date you right now,” he answers easily, not really stopping to consider the other options. Then, he volleys back, “Would you date me if I was a girl?
Eddie raises his eyes to Buck’s high, dark ceiling and does actually think about it for a lengthy moment, turning the concept over in his hands like a Rubik's cube. He tries to imagine Buck as a woman, dirty blond curls framing his face, muscular build, same baby blue eyes and the pink birthmark. Not much would change in the end and Eddie already likes all the parts of Buck he knows now.
“Yeah, Buck, I would.”
Buck smiles wider at that, clearly pleased, and buries a yawn in his pillow. His fingers go a little slack as their interconnected hands rest between them, clearly inching further towards sleep. “Maybe you should,” he mumbles.
or: Buck and Eddie sleep together platonically through the years of their friendship, unaware they're falling in love.
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05 Dec 2025
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Buck (9:50am)
Can't wait to suck your cock laterEddie (10:03am)
Ok 👍or: buck texts the wrong person. eddie responds anyway
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30 Nov 2025
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He drops his eyes down from Eddie's careful gaze. Has to. Before he starts tumbling out words that sound like I love you or fucking—marry me? God. He settles his gaze back on Delilah instead. Those big, saucer eyes staring up at Eddie like he’s—well, magic. Like he’s the centre of the universe. Thinks, me too, kiddo.
or, Buck and Eddie find a baby and figure some things out.
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28 Nov 2025