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The buzzing stopped. Something screaming in Buck’s brain tilted and swayed before tipping over and opening his mouth before he could grab a hold of it and set it right.
“I’m getting a divorce!” Is what spills out.
Silence. Dead air. All eyes swivel to look at him and Buck is seven, ten, thirteen and jumping in front of his big sister’s bullet.
So - the thing is, Buck is not getting a divorce. Buck is not married. Buck is not in a relationship. Buck’s mouth is opening again against his will.
“I’m getting a divorce,” he doubles down.
[Buck and Eddie get divorced. Kind of]
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This fic came to me in a flu-curated fever dream inspired by the Adam Sandler rom com Just Go With It. I do not enjoy Adam Sandler films, unless I am feverish when they become the only thing I am willing to watch. I do not understand this phenomenon either.
Also this is a canon divergence au in the sense that I cannot remember the overarching plot points of the arcs I am playing with. I can’t even remember what season Boston is from. Just go with it?
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19 Jun 2026
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Buck wasn't always one to think before he spoke.
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Buck decides to be as honest as possible with Theo (which includes trying to answer Theo's questions about Eddie honestly).
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- Part 31 of 911 Oneshots
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19 Jun 2026
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"We would be awesome boyfriends," Eddie said casually, picking a grape off the bunch in the bowl of fruit and popping it in his mouth.
Buck's entire life whirred to a halt. "What?"
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- Part 35 of 911 Oneshots
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19 Jun 2026
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Buck chuckles, digging his fingernails into the expanse of Eddie’s hips. “Don’t forget the name of the game… truth or dare?”
“I hate you,” Eddie hisses as he lets his head hit the door with blunt force, the sound echoing throughout the empty house. Bad idea. That may hurt tomorrow.
“Feels like it.” Buck pauses to pull back, sweat dripping down his forehead, his cheeks blotchy and his nose beet red. Eddie wants to lick it up, wants to take another shot of tequila and chase it down with Buck’s sweat and a squeeze of lime. “You’re still so hard, Eds.”
Or; Eddie and Buck get drunk on tequila and they play a very intense game of Truth or Dare.
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18 Jun 2026
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Heat and vibration shook through him, his body a taut, quivering wire. He was so close now he could taste it, the sharpest edge of pleasure, Buck's imagined voice goading him toward it, right there right there right—
The sharp sound of metal on metal rang out in the room—a key fumbling in the front door.
Eddie pulled his sweats up so fast he nearly toppled off of the couch. He grabbed for the lube, hid it between the cushions, shot a hand out to grab his phone—and sent it flying across the room.
Oh god. Oh fuck.
The door opened and Eddie pulled a pillow over his lap—bit down on his lip. Hard.
He could feel his heartbeat up in his throat, on the back of his tongue. The vibrator was still buzzing inside of him.
“Hey, Eddie.” Buck called out, bright and cheerful as he walked around to the other side of the couch, sitting down next to Eddie, and oh god— “Whatcha watching?”
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18 Jun 2026