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it all breaks down, it always does (it all works out, it always does) by Elgney
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
18 Apr 2026
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“I have no idea what’s going on.” He was embarrassed at the whiny note in his voice, but he couldn’t swallow it away. “I mean, the last thing I remember, I was telling my parents that I was leaving Texas. And then all of the sudden I wake up and it’s like—”
Like some stranger named Buck had infiltrated every corner of his life. That’s what it felt like.
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Amnesiac Eddie tries really hard to hate Buck. It doesn’t stick.
Bookmarked by parthenonlover
17 Apr 2026
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Eddie has amnesia and is pissed about what it means (on at least two fronts) for him and his abilities as Chris' dad
the first thing he remembers on his own is that Buck was dead for 3:17
"Like some stranger named Buck had infiltrated every corner of his life. That’s what it felt like.”
"And then, suddenly, Buck’s familiarity felt unbearable. The way he knew how to say exactly what Eddie wanted to hear, the softness in his voice when he said don’t be a tough guy. Had anyone ever said those words to Eddie before, in his life? He couldn’t remember."
"“But,” Chimney continued, “you’ve done the same for him. You just don’t remember it.”"
"He hated that she left Chris; but he could never have hated her for leaving him. For doing the thing he’d only played at, safely relying on the military for cover." oh yes, a Shannon/Eddie dynamic understander
"Because it didn’t feel right to sleep in their bed without him?"
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“T-There was a flower,” Buck whispers, and his head drops back with a little moan that floats from his cocked-open, swollen lips. Buck’s hand skirts down his flushed belly, dips through streaks of wet and half-dried patches of cum, and wraps a quivering hand around himself. Eddie chokes. “O-On the hike, I saw it, an-and, I was like, s’so p-pretty,” Buck moans, and his eyes peel open, baby blue eyes alight with lust.
“So… So I crouched down to ge-get a better look, and I—fu-u-uck—to-touched a little dew droplet on the edge of one of the petals,” Buck’s voice breaks off into a soft sob, hand working up and down his cock, slick precum blurting out the flushed slit. Buck’s hand encases his cock perfectly, thumb brushing the underside of his head, and squeezing his base. It’s messy, and a bit frantic, and Eddie feels very, very parched.
He can’t drag his eyes from Buck.
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or; can we still call it platonic if you fuck your best friend for the first time to keep him from dying because he touched an unknown flower and got laced with fuck or die sex pollen?Series
- Part 55 of buddie by tired
Bookmarked by parthenonlover
17 Apr 2026
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SOOOO sweet
the sex is so them, bc ofc Buck would try to solve this by himself with all of his usual toys and implements and ofc Eddie is immediately ready to do whatever it takes for Buck to be okay"He doesn’t want to be pulled over without his license on him."
so mindful, so law abiding"Getting addicted to his best friend’s body during an actual fuck or die situation seems on par with the two of them."
"Being balls deep in Buck’s ass, and fucking him with a feverish need that it almost makes him feel as if he got dosed, isn’t all that platonic"
"Arms loop around neck, drag him down until his and Buck’s chests are melding, and he’s flopping down on Buck with another tug from the blond" oooh they're so sweaty and sticky and yummy and it's beautiful
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The thing is, Eddie’s not small. He’s carried grown men bigger than him out of a burning building. He stands at six feet. He’s broad and large, and he knows that his stature was something the women he was with liked about him.
Sometimes though, Buck makes him feel small.
He likes it.
or,
Eddie discovers he has a size kink.
Bookmarked by parthenonlover
16 Apr 2026
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Eddie wants to see, and touch, and taste Buck's dick SOOOOOO BAD
just hot and full of sex exploration
it's always so fun getting in Eddie's head as he discovers he loves men and their bodies and gets all riled up about it -
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“I’m a normal size.”
“No,” Buck says, insistent. “It’s— it’s thick, Eddie. Like— a real handful thick.”
Eddie ducks his head, swallowing hard. “I’m a— grower. By your definition. It gets bigger.”
Buck is still staring at him. Eddie does not look back. “Like an inch bigger?”
Grabbing his beer from the table, Eddie takes the last sip, hoping the chill of it will be some kind of cool balm over the flames within. It doesn’t help much. Quietly, he answers, “More.”
Buck gasps, loud and theatrical. “More?”
“Yes. Alright?” Eddie says tightly, his body flushes hotly. “More.”
A long second ticks by.
Abruptly and a little loudly, Buck asks, “Eddie, how big is your cock?”
Or: Buck finds out Eddie is hung. Seriously hung. This is mindblowing information to possess, apparently.
Series
- Part 17 of cjo + 911
Bookmarked by parthenonlover
15 Apr 2026
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I love a face fucking fic
and I guess Eddie doesn't do much face fucking, but he wants to, and Buck wants him to, Eddie's just trying to be super careful with his beloved and eager BuckI just have such a soft spot for sexy, filthy, sweet dick sucking fics like this
and the LOVE they have for each other 😭
"Eddie’s hips snap up, burying him an inch or two deeper into the tight heat of Buck’s throat. Buck’s eyes drop closed in bliss, a wanton moan vibrating through the hard length."
"His hips ache to snap up, to choke Buck on it, to bury himself fully inside Buck’s throat, but he keeps still, letting Buck drag him over the edge with his wicked, relentless mouth instead."
"“Come here,” Eddie says, overwhelmed. He feels fit to burst with it, with the affection he has for this man. "
"Kissing Buck doesn’t feel like as much of a revelation as he thought it would; it just feels like an inevitability. If he weren’t the superstitious type, maybe something like fate."
"Eddie closes the distance, stealing a lingering, claiming kiss."
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“Eddie, you have to go out and explore what’s out there. You can’t just say you love me—you haven't even looked!”
Eddie could’ve told him around Tinder, about how those interesting, handsome guys couldn’t hold a candle to Buck, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he took a slow, deliberate look around the crowded cafe, then turned back to Buck. “Okay. Done.”
Buck frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What?”
“I looked around. I’m done.”
“Eddie, I’m serious. You don’t—”
Eddie cut him off softly. “Buck, I’ve been loving you for years. I didn’t just wake up and decide I like men in the abstract. I realised I love you. I’m not suddenly gonna fall in love with some random dude at a club just because I’ve realised I’m allowed to like men.”
Eddie didn't care about being the first or last. He chose joy.
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Bookmarked by parthenonlover
13 Apr 2026
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it's so nice reading an Eddie coming out fic where he doesn't really freak out but also isn't immediately bombarded with feelings
he's deliberate, meticulous, and strategic in how he figures out if he's actually into men, and how deep his feelings for Buck are
and listen Eddie's parents may be terrible, but they're not homophobic 😂
"We’ve been through shootings, kidnappings, and enough trauma to last three lifetimes. We’ve raised Chris. We’ve survived everything else—we’ll figure out the rest.”"