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“You’re so fucking infuriating.” Eddie spits the words out, voice trembling as he jabs a finger into Buck’s chest. “You’re exhausting, Buck. You’re so damn clingy and—and needy, it’s like you’re always there even when you’re not.”
His breath stutters, the tremble in his lip betraying the anger in his tone. It’s not just frustration—it’s panic, confusion, something breaking open.
“Eddie…” Buck’s voice is small, unsure. “What are you talking about?”
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Buck gets shot, Eddie realizes he has religious guilt, and they have a dramatic love confession in the rain. (all in that order)
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02 Nov 2025
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“Nice to meet you,” Eddie nods to them both, eyes sliding to Captain Nash’s other side, where the fourth member of their little team stands. He’s the youngest of them, positioned with his chest puffed out and arms crossed.
Eddie knows his type—insecure guys who get all threatened when someone intrudes on their territory. It’s an unsurprisingly common archetype among young werewolves.
“Evan Buckley,” he says. “Buck.”
He holds out a hand for Eddie to shake, as the name clicks for Eddie—the one Captain Nash had been on the edge of warning him about. Terrorizer of probies, more than likely.
And he’s cold. It’s a sharp contrast to Eddie’s naturally higher body heat, and he’s sure that it’s a strange sensation for both of them. When he breathes in a little deeper to check, seeking out Buck’s scent, he stills. The coppery smell is strong, overwhelmingly so. Buck is cold, and pale, and slimmer than Eddie would expect a firefighter his age to be.
or; eddie is a werewolf new to la, with a coworker who smells a lot like his natural enemy
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02 Nov 2025
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Literally was praying for a fic like this, i might have to become religious if it works
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Eddie running his fingers along Buck’s split skin and muscle should be painful to him, but Buck's mouth falls open like he’s never felt a greater pleasure. He falls forward into Eddie, forehead resting on his collarbone, and Eddie lets his fingers explore. Buck is burrowing his face in closer to Eddie, gathering Eddie’s shirt in his fists, doing everything to press himself closer and pull Eddie in closer in return.He traces the outlines of the wounds. As he does so, they disappear under his fingertips. Eddie closes his eyes and imagines himself extinguishing a fire, advancing to the core of it as he knocks it down. He presses his fingers into the center of each strip of Buck’s pain, listens to Buck gasp, and then there’s skin. He runs his hands everywhere just to double check. There’s just skin and raised scar tissue.
Buck breathes.
Buck is breathing.
Eddie has never believed in God, but if there is one person on this Earth who has reached divinity, it would be Buck.
A wing fic.
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31 Oct 2025
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Imagining Eddie with wings so he can do the mating dance some birds do
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Spitting Off the Edge of the World by Desscard for desolateroom
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV), Monster Hunter (Video Games)
01 Nov 2025
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The fortress of Astera was a glorious, multi-level testament to human stubbornness, a city built from the wreckage of the First Fleet’s ships and the bones of the very monsters they hunted. Ropes and massive pulleys, thick as a man’s arm, crisscrossed the sky, their mechanisms groaning as they ferried supplies between the tiers. The roar of the Smithy’s forges was a constant, percussive heartbeat, its rhythm a comforting promise of stronger armor and sharper blades. The boisterous chatter and laughter from the Canteen spilled out into the open air, a wave of warmth and life that felt a world away from the deadly silence of a monster’s lair. Other Hunters, smiths, and scholars from the Commission bustled past, their faces smudged with soot, ink, or dried monster blood. Most gave Buck and Eddie a wide berth, their expressions a mixture of awe and fear. They were The Shield and The Handler. The Commander’s best. A living legend forged in blood and fire, and most days, it felt more like a heavy crown than a badge of honor.
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This one Buddie Monster Hunter crossover nobody asked for.Bookmarked by desolateroom
21 Oct 2025
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I LOVE CROSSOVERS!! ESPECIALLY ONES I SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR!!!
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Buck feels raw when he wakes up. His face hurts and he’s got a pounding headache. He’s overwarm and not alone. Something moves on his arm—
He slaps at it blindly.
“Ow, fuck! What the hell, man?” Eddie whisper-shouts, startled but still endearingly mindful of the quiet sanctity of the bunk room.
“I thought you were a bug,” Buck croaks.
Buck is just trying to do what Bobby told him to do. It might require an extended bug metaphor to get there.
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11 Oct 2025
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Really enjoyed the Buck and Athena fight 🖤