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- 9-1-1 (TV) (12)
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“Good,” Eddie says. And then he looks. It’s the first time Buck’s really seen him do it, and he can’t help but preen under the attention, spreading his legs and arching his back. It puts him on full display—the swell of his chest, the slick dripping from his hole. “You’re a pretty thing, huh?”
Buck’s dick twitches against his stomach, a spurt of precome splattering against his skin. Pretty. When was the last time someone looked at him and thought that?
or; buck signs up for a mating run when his instincts get to be too much
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Buck shouldn’t have sent the text. Shouldn’t have begged his best friend to come over, minutes after his boyfriend left—and his best friend shouldn’t have been able to make it up to his apartment in a matter of minutes, like he was just—waiting. Eddie had found him naked in bed. They both knew exactly what he wanted.
“Such a slut,” Eddie says. He’s sitting on Buck’s middle. One hand on Buck’s throat, the other tracing across his chest. “Can still smell him in here. Your alpha.”
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“What a conundrum,” Chim says. “Wherever will you find an alpha you trust? Who wants to be around you all the time, to the point of texting my wife about why your location is turned off. It’s a real mystery.”
Eddie’s vision goes a little black at the edges, and his hearing dissolves into a shrill ringing.
Buck’s voice cuts through the noise. “Eddie?” he asks. “I- what- He wouldn’t-”
“He would,” Eddie says without thinking.
That pit in his stomach feels like it’s grown into a watermelon. They’re all going to think that he only wants to spend a heat with Buck because he’s an omega. Buck’s going to think it—he’s going to look at Eddie, and soon he’s going to be able to scent him, and there won’t be any hiding it. Eddie’s going to ruin everything.
or; buck presents as an omega after new mexico. eddie, with newly realized feelings, offers to help him through his first heat. platonically
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“And you’re-” Eddie’s face flushes deeper. “An omega?”
“Oh, big time,” Buck says. He’s used to the line of questioning, but he’d figured Eddie’d sniffed him out just like Buck had him. “Is that a problem? Not your preference?”
“I thought you might be an alpha,” Eddie says. His eyes rove over Buck’s face, but Buck only gives an agreeable shrug. Again, he’s used to it. “It’s not, ah, a problem. I’ve just- I’ve never been with a guy before. Or an omega.”
“Trying it out?” Buck asks. He should probably not be as into the idea of it as he is. Sue him—Eddie is hot as fuck. Buck doesn’t mind being an experiment for a guy he’ll never see again. “Works for me.”
or; buck gives a hot alpha his hotel room number
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It’s probably not Eddie’s fault that they end up sprawled in the grass. He’s definitely not complaining, though, on his back and looking up at Buck’s grinning face. His curls are loose over his forehead, and his ears look beautiful and soft with the sky behind them.
“Hi,” Eddie says. Buck’s tail is wagging so hard that his body sways with it. Eddie wants to eat him. “We went on a date.”
“And it was so good.”
“First of many,” Eddie says, and Buck whines high in the back of his throat. Like he’s been overcome with emotion, he swoops down to press a messy kiss to Eddie’s lips, and then the tip of his nose. “You scenting me?”
or; eddie and buck and the glow of a first date
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we found love in a hopeless place (reddit) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
23 Jun 2026
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Unknown number: Hey! It’s Buck
Like Buckaroo69
But just Buck
You don’t have to include the 69Eddie: You mean your legal name doesn’t include the number 69?
Buck: Haha. No. I mean my real name is Evan
Eddie: Why Buck?
Buck: It’s my last name. Buckley
Eddie: Now who has a slim grasp on internet safety, Evan Buckley?
Buck: Okay, do as I say, not as I do
Or: Buck doles out the worst - but well-meaning - advice in the world. Eddie, naturally, listens.
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- Part 21 of ejo + 911
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24 Jun 2026
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"It was in the couch," Buck complains. He prods at the arm of it, looking aggrieved. "You've gotta teach this guy not to take other people's things."
"Why is that my responsibility?"
Buck twists his neck to look up at Eddie from where he's putting the sock back on, expression incredulous. "It's your couch," he justifies, once all ten toes are back in captivity. "You—brought it into this world."
"Mm-mm," Eddie hums, lips pursed, head shaking. "I want a paternity test. That couch looks nothing like me."
"You sure? You're both kinda, y'know, square. Wide—hey!" Buck yelps, because Eddie has picked up a throw pillow and is using it as a weapon against the side of Buck's head with one hand. (The other is occupied stiff-arming his beer to keep it from spilling on his... second-born, apparently.) "You didn't let me finish! You're—inviting," Buck laughs, winded, "and—and soft, and comfortable—"
Or: Buck can't seem to stop losing things in Eddie's couch.
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23 Jun 2026
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Buck steps closer again. "Christopher received a tattoo. Onto his face. A big one. I believe it is of the Spiderman."
"A tattoo of—"
Eddie cuts himself off, thinking back to exactly what Chris had been doing at school today. And then promptly bursts into loud laughter, lurching forward slightly with the intensity of the sound.
Buck makes a surprised noise, something sharper than a human can, like tinkling glass, and startles back slightly. "Eddie tattoos are dangerous for young humans! I researched! Why are you laughing?"
"It's not—" Eddie cuts himself off, laughing harder, and stumbles forward to grab Buck's shoulder, over the fabric of his shirt. "It's not a tattoo, Buck. It's face paint."
Alien!Buck learns about washable paint. Him and Eddie explore watercolors.
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13 Jun 2026
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“Alright,” Eddie shrugs, laissez-faire. He pulls Buck’s plate to the center of the table; pushes his own forward in kind. Then he begins a drawn-out circus routine of plucking an olive at a time up and out of the bowl and plopping them onto their respective dishes, one by one.
The delicate, repetitive movement of Eddie’s pinched fingers reminds Buck of picking the petals off of flowers. He loves me. He loves me not. He love—
An olive hits him square in the forehead.
“There,” Eddie says, resolute, as the pitted projectile tumbles to the ground at Buck’s feet. “Equal treatment.”
Or: Buck, Eddie, and the olive theory. Well, in theory.
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Eddie simply cannot know that he is currently naked. That would be catastrophic.
“Um, I— did you need anything? I’m kind of in the middle of something,” Buck says, which. Okay. That did not sound convincing. He adds, “I can call you back in ten?”
“I thought you just woke up?” Eddie says, and, fuck— Buck did basically say that.
Carefully, he says, “I did.”
“So what were you—?”
God, this is mortifying. This might be the worst thing that’s ever happened to Buck, and he’s been caught in, like, four natural disasters. And also struck by lightning. And had a fire engine fall on him. He even dated (he shudders at the thought) Tommy Kinard.
“Eddie,” he says. He doesn’t know what else to say.
“What? If you need to pee you can just mute yourself.”
“Eddie, that’s not—”
“Then what?” Eddie laughs. “If you’re still in bed, you can’t ha— oh.”
Or: Buck answers the phone in the middle of jerking off. For some reason, Eddie asks him not to hang up.
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03 Jun 2026