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Don't Want To Pretend (That It Wasn't Real From The Start) by SeaOfBread
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
08 Aug 2026
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His mom clears her throat, squinting her eyes at Eddie. “Whose is he? Do you—Do you have a new girlfriend?”
Theo giggles and looks up at her from below. “Eddie doesn’t have a girlfriend! That’s silly!”
Eddie nearly chokes. Silly… Yeah, maybe so. “Uh—No. No girlfriend.”
“Then whose is he, Eddie?” His dad asks.
And with the comedic timing of one of those corny 90s sitcoms, Buck chooses that exact moment to walk out of the kitchen.
Or: Eddie's parents make a surprise visit for Christopher's sixteenth birthday. What they didn't expect was finding a few surprises of their own.
Or: Eddie is convinced the universe hates him when his parents come to visit. With them already believing he and Buck are together, Eddie decides to roll with it.
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“I heard you two were expanding your family! Another little one at Durand. We were so excited when we saw the enrollment paperwork.” She clasps her hands together. “Theo is an absolute joy. Let me show you what he’s been working on.”
Expanding your family.
Buck opens his mouth to redirect — it's a reflex, the correction sitting right there on his tongue. This isn’t the first time they’ve been mistaken for more than two totally platonic best friends who are both men and also raising children together.
It’s right there, polite and practiced: Oh, we’re not actually—
But suddenly Eddie’s hand is on his back. Not his shoulder this time, but lower. A few inches lower than two totally platonic best friends who are both men and also raising children together would justify.
Eddie’s palm presses flat against the base of Buck’s spine, fingers spread wide like he’s anchoring them both to the same spot.
“Thank you so much,” Eddie says. “We’re really proud of him.”
Or: The totally platonic act of raising not just one, but two kids with your straight best friend.
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"This doesn't make sense." Chris sobs, his breathing growing worse, "How is she here? Where is Buck?"
"Buck? What's a Buck?" Shannon asks.
"I think one of his friends?" Eddie shrugs.
"One of my–?" Chris gapes at him, his eyes narrowing at Eddie as he takes a step back, "Dad? Where is Buck?"
"Chris, buddy," Eddie looks at him, trying his best to understand what his kid is talking about, "Who's Buck?"
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Or: The age old question of who hears a tree fall in a forest?
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cried so hard throughout all of this and read the smut with tears still drying on my face 10/10 experience.
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“Is this…” he could hear Eddie hesitate. “Is this because of Bobby?”
If Buck had the capacity to laugh, he would. For once, he wasn’t an emotional disaster because of Bobby. He had an excuse this time.
Buck shuddered, and more tears fell, coating his cheeks and Eddie’s neck.
“No,” he croaked. He squeezed his hands tighter in Eddie’s shirt, as if begging him not to leave. “It’s because of the baby.”
“Robbie?” Eddie prodded, sounding concerned. “What’s wrong with Robbie?”
“Not Robbie.”
“Then who—”
“I’m pregnant,” Buck blurted out.
Or, the one where Buck finds out he's pregnant, confides to baby Han, has a breakdown, has to watch Eddie jump off an eighty-foot bridge with no regard to his own personal safety, and definitely doesn't lose his mind about it.
A s9e01 "Eat the Rich" coda fic.
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Eddie was—
Eddie was.
Eddie’s brown eyes flashed behind his eyelids whenever he closed his own. His voice echoed in his head as he laid down to sleep. He imagined his sharp canines sinking into his throat every time he wrapped a hand around himself, biting into his knuckles until they bled to keep quiet.
He wanted. He craved. And that was his problem.
He knew Eddie better than anyone, and worse, Eddie trusted him.
Eddie trusted good ole reliable Buck, the best friend, the babysitter, the guy to call in a crisis. He didn’t know about the cavernous hole that housed a snaggled beast, hidden behind his organs, in a place Buck didn’t have a name. He didn’t know how fucked up and needy Buck was.
So, Buck did what he did. He plastered on a smile, was punctual to every movie night, joked with Eddie in between every call, and tamed the lonely monster that nipped at his heels, inching closer and closer every day to ripping open his carotid artery
Or, the one where Buck wants, wants, and wants.