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“That thing measures heart rate, doesn’t it?” Eddie asked, raising his eyebrows in the direction of Buck’s wrist.
Buck looked down at his watch, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yeah, why?”
“So, let’s test it then,” Eddie smirked, taking a swig of his beer, placing it back on his coaster.
Test it? How many beers had Eddie drunk? Buck was pretty sure he only gave him one bottle.
Buck’s eyes widened. “Wha—”
OR; Eddie Diaz dances for Evan Buckley, and then the show must go on.
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06 Sep 2026
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don’t wait for the tide just to dip both your feet in by fleetinghearts
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
04 Sep 2026
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Buck considers his options. There are two things that could be going on.
One: Eddie is just embarrassed by his slip-up at the beach. Kissing your friend on the back of his neck isn’t something they usually do—with each other or any of their friends—so this is just Eddie being self-conscious. Buck could ignore it and it wouldn’t affect their lives in any way.
Option two is different. Buck’s less sure of this one. It’s just—if it were him doling out kisses of affection with the people he loves and trusts and is building his life around? He’d be pretty embarrassed to give a kiss and not receive one back. Or, maybe not embarrassed. Maybe a flavour of rejection. And now he knows he’s definitely projecting, because Eddie doesn’t grapple with rejection the same way Buck does.
or, sometimes, your best friend is so full of love he accidentally kisses you on a public beach. buck takes a second to notice
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05 Sep 2026
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“I am taking it easy,” Buck argues, unimpressed. “I’m literally in bed.”
“And I’m expecting you to stay there,” Eddie warns, pointing a cautionary finger.
“Only if you're joining me,” Buck bargains, impatiently patting the mattress next to him.
“I've heard that skin-to-skin contact is really good for the brain, makes it release all the feel good chemicals and regulates stress and stuff.”Eddie narrows his eyes, considering. “Sounds like an excuse to get me shirtless.”
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Or, Buck gets a concussion on a call, Eddie takes care of him
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04 Sep 2026
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"Buck, none of this looks like any kind of dryhumping, because we're using our hands." Eddie said with a sigh. "I think you're just hyping up something that shouldn't be hyped up that much."
"Well, here, show me on my leg what you do, then." Buck said then, bringing one of his legs up to lay on the couch, his foot smacking into Eddie's thigh. Eddie stared down at it with wide eyes.
"You want me to—what?" He looked up at Buck, then back down at Buck's leg. "Show you how I—what?"
Either Buck just told Eddie to hump his leg, or two beers was going to be Eddie's limit from now on, for the rest of his life.
"Just real quick." Buck replied, waving his hands. "I'll be able to tell if you're doing it wrong. Trust me, your future girlfriend will thank me when you learn how to, uh, how to do it right." He said.
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Eddie admits to Buck that he's never enjoyed dryhumping. Buck offers to teach him how to do it properly.
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02 Sep 2026
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It's a Thursday evening, at the end of a 24-hour shift, and Eddie is in the bathroom at the house brushing his teeth when Buck leans in the doorway behind him and says, "I'm going to take a shower."
It's such an ordinary thing to say–Buck says it five times a week, minimum–except that Eddie's brain snags on the tik tok video from a few days ago, and his mouth moves before he thinks better of it.
"Information or invitation?"
He says it in the exact tone of someone delivering a punchline, light and a little teasing, clearly expecting Buck to groan at the callback and go shower alone. It is a joke. It is absolutely, entirely a joke, and the correct response from Buck would be a tired chuckle.
Buck doesn't laugh.
He meets Eddie's eyes in the mirror, something shifting behind his face, and says, "Invitation."There is a silence.
It's the kind of silence that Eddie can feel on his skin, that is doing something specific to the air between them, and he watches his own face in the mirror very carefully and does not turn around.
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Or: A buddie fic inspired by the tiktok "information or invitation?" shower trend.
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23 Aug 2026