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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of cjo + 911
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06 Jun 2026
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“You sold your dick?” Eddie says, voice pitching higher than it should. Everyone snaps to look at him, and Eddie’s cheeks suddenly flush with warmth. Okay. Maybe he’s drunk.
“No…not exactly,” Buck says, “I let them like… take a mould. Take some pictures. That’s not— it could be the lie! You guys have to guess!”
“No,” Eddie slurs, tilting forward, an accusatory finger pointed. “I don’t believe you. And the car thing is—” A slightly drunken hiccup. “Bullshit. You can’t tell two lies.”
Horrified at the allegation, Buck gasps, hand slapped against his sternum. “You think I’d— Eddie, the sanctity of two truths and a lie is really, really important to me.”
OR: One Life-Altering, Buck-Dick-Shaped Truth.
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05 Jun 2026
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Sometimes during a devastating event like COVID, you just need a little help from a friend.
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- Part 81 of Buddie Short Stuff
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02 Jun 2026
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Then, Eddie straightens up and turns around, and Buck revises his assessment, because the front is cropped too. Evenly, which means a person did this on purpose.
The express purpose being to ruin Buck’s day and possibly his life.
The shirt stops right under his ribs. His stomach is just — out, the whole deliciously muscular span of it.
“Hey,” Eddie says, a crooked, boyish grin splitting across his face, as if he isn’t standing in his own driveway basically naked. “Wasn’t expecting you.”
“I-I, uh, texted. You weren’t answering.”
“Phone’s inside.” Eddie tips his head at the engine. “She’s leaking somewhere. Been out here since this morning trying to find it.” He swipes the back of his wrist across his forehead, and the gesture pulls the hem up another half inch.
Which is how he ends up looking at the sweatpants again. And the sweatpants, it turns out, are keeping no secrets. There is nothing on under there.
So now he’s standing on Eddie’s front lawn, stone-cold sober, at four in the afternoon, looking at the unmistakable outline of his best friend going commando.
Neat.
Or: Eddie wears a crop top. Buck sucks his dick about it.
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02 Jun 2026
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Buck kissed him. It didn’t feel like a declaration the way kisses usually do. It didn’t feel stifling. It felt like a plea. It felt like exactly what he said, like don’t go. Buck is still getting over Tommy, and Eddie is straight, and the two of them—it’s easy between the two of them.
The engine roars and Buck turns to look at him, eyebrows raised as if asking if he’s ready. Eddie nods, swallows, and puts his head back. Buck kissed him, and they won’t talk about it, and Eddie’s fine with that because really, Buck’s the only thing that’s ever been easy for Eddie.
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or Buck kisses Eddie in LA. Eddie kisses Buck in El Paso. They figure out what that means somewhere along the way to bringing Chris back home.
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01 Jun 2026