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i'll take sexuality crisis at the aquarium for $108, Alex by madforyou
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
04 Nov 2025
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“Scared?” Buck asks, smiling, all harmless teasing.
Eddie opens his mouth to say something smart, except nothing comes out. Just a strangled sound that could be mistaken for a laugh if you’re generous.
Buck’s grin turns a little mischievous as he leans in closer, whispering. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you if they get aggressive.”
And that—yeah, that shouldn’t do anything. It’s clearly a joke. But Eddie’s brain short-circuits anyway. Protect you.
He’s not twelve. He’s not flustered. He’s—
He’s definitely not flustered by a guy who works with fish.
He’s definitely not flustered by a guy, period.Buck dips his hand in the water, demonstrating, and the muscles in his forearm shift under tan skin. Eddie immediately looks away, staring at an informational sign and pretending it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
“Cownose Rays—Did You Know?”
No. He did not know. He does not want to know. He wants to leave.
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Eddie takes Chris to the aquarium on his day off where they meet Buck, an overenthusiastic employee.Bookmarked by m_elodywixle
06 Dec 2025
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Buck maneuvers them backward, guiding Eddie by the hips until he’s flush against the counter, bracketed in tight with Buck standing fully between his legs. One of Buck’s hands cradles the back of Eddie’s neck, thumb resting at the base of his skull, a possessive little pressure point that sends sparks straight down his spine. The other slips beneath his shirt and stays there, palm flat against his bare stomach, heat seeping into him like a slow infection.
“God,” Buck says, almost pitying. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m not,” Eddie lies, breath catching as Buck’s thumb brushes a line just above the waistband of his jeans.
“You are. You’ve got a full-body hard-on and nowhere to put it.”
Buck grins against his mouth, nipping once at his bottom lip before pulling away just enough to look down.
“I mean, you’re so fucking hard. Did the cornfield do it? Or was it the blood type?”
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Eddie thinks Buck's sexy cowboy romance novel is ridiculous. No one on earth finds “claimed like the prairie” sexy. Buck takes that as a personal challenge and proves Eddie wrong in the most humiliating way possible.Bookmarked by m_elodywixle
06 Dec 2025
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“Man—” Buck slams the can of pineapple down on the counter, maybe a bit harder than he’d intended. “Can I be honest for a second?”
Eddie raises an eyebrow and pauses his shredding, looking over at Buck.
“...yeah?” It comes out like it’s a question, as if he’s not really sure he wants to know what the other man’s about to say.
Buck looks Eddie directly in the eyes as he says, “I fucking hate your parents.”
Eddie’s eyes crinkle slightly, and he presses his lips together in an obvious attempt to suppress a smile as he returns his attention to shredding the last bit of zucchini.
“Yeah, well, I fucking hate your parents, too.”
or; Buck helps Eddie make zucchini bread for a surprise brunch with his parents.
Fluffvember Day 29: Baking
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06 Dec 2025
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Eddie knows this part: his head lulls back into the concrete and his arms twitch, keeping a panicked Buck in his sights as the blood pools underneath him.
Their first team up after he moved to the paramedic role comes when a building collapses in downtown Los Angeles. He and Buck are to search for survivors. The rubble is unstable.
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02 Dec 2025
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To his left, a cluster of young men, barely old enough to be in here, were living their lives through their phone screens. They preened and posed, muscles straining against designer t-shirts, capturing manufactured moments of joy for an audience that wasn't here. Buck felt a surge of contempt so sharp and sudden it almost made him flinch. He’d been that young once, though his own brand of youthful idiocy had also involved running into burning buildings, not just perfecting a pout for Instagram.
To his right, a group of older men, their faces a roadmap of past disappointments, watched the younger crowd with a hungry, almost predatory nostalgia. They were looking for a night, an hour, a few minutes to feel like the men they used to be. Buck looked away. He was thirty-four, caught in the no-man’s-land between the two, and felt an uncomfortable kinship with both groups that made his skin crawl.
This was a mistake. He should have stayed home.
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A 34-year-old Buck and a 22-year-old Eddie meet at a gay bar and have sex about it. A lot of sex.Bookmarked by m_elodywixle
02 Dec 2025