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“This is the most thought that anyone, of all time, ever, has put into adjusting a driver’s seat, Eddie.”
“Buck—”
“I’m serious. That rearview mirror has lived through so many angles and lives in the past six minutes that it’s about to start recounting its first-hand experience on the Titanic.”
Just for that, Eddie reaches up between them and tweaks the mirror again. A ray of sunlight hits it and bounces across Buck’s eyeline. Buck’s face scrunches up as he rushes to shield his forehead with one hand. It does not remind Eddie whatsoever of a small, bashful dog hiding behind its soft paw, because that would be deranged. He twists the mirror back into position.
“The Titanic probably would have gotten us to Nashville better than this truck.”
Buck’s indignant squawk rings out in time with the turnover of the engine as Eddie hits the ignition.
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Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier
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“Christopher has an imaginary friend.”
"Something tells me that him having an imaginary friend is not the real problem.”
“Not exactly, no.”
“What’s the problem then?”
“He believes that his friend is a real person who went missing.” The silence that enveloped them was heavy and Eddie took a few deep breaths.Or Chris has an imaginary friend and Buck is nowhere to be found, not even in people's memories
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Eddie is not familiar with the so called Firehose, despite his apparent popularity within the firehouse's rumor mill.
He'd like to know more, though.
Just to check if what they say is true, of course.-
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Ever since they flew into the heart of a hurricane to search for the cruise ship lost at sea, which happened to be the one their captain and his wife were on, Buck has had own storm of jealousy brewing inside him. Between a girlfriend and a new best friend, Eddie never seems to have any time for him anymore. Is he being selfish wanting Eddie to pay attention to him? Bouncing around him like an overeager puppy screaming look at me, look at me? Maybe. He knows his abandonment issues can turn pretty ugly. But maybe he can get somewhat of a handle on things with a bit of self-reflection, and maybe learn a few new things about himself.
On top of everything, someone might be trying to kill him.
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Eddie frowns. “What didn’t go away?”
“My math, uh…after the lightning, I was really good at math? That…hasn’t gone away.”
“Oh.” Eddie blinks, then, “What?” Because he could’ve sworn…but looking back on it, there's no reason to think that it went away. No reason except…for the hours he has dedicated to making Eddie's son teach him math.
(or, the inherent romance of realizing how much the love of your life cares about your son's math homework)
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“I’m still a firefighter,” Eddie says adamantly. “That hasn’t changed.”
“But you have,” Buck counters. “You used to be the one who talked sense into me. You were the guy who made me think twice. But since you got back from Texas, you’re the one being stupid and reckless. Running into fires against orders, diving off fifty foot bridges--”
“You know, you’re such a hypocrite,” Eddie steps forward, jabbing an accusatory finger into Buck’s chest. “You would have done exactly the same thing if I hadn’t done it first.”
OR: Buck confronts Eddie about his recent recklesness.
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"Hey, sorry about that, I was just—Eddie?”
Eddie’s head shot up at the sight of Buck, frozen halfway towards his seat. “Buck?”
Buck let out an awkward chuckle and glanced around. “There must be a mix-up, I’ll go ask—”
“No!” Eddie practically yelled the word, and then he winced at the desperation in his own voice. Belatedly, he realized it was possible that people who were interested in men were supposed to be sitting there. But Buck was watching him with wide eyes, still paused leaning on his chair, so Eddie added, “I could use a six-minute break. You know, from finding out how many siblings every woman in this bar has.”
Buck’s eyes glinted in the dim bar lighting. He finally took the seat and asked, “oh, so you don’t care about how many siblings I have?”
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Eddie and Buck finally go on a date. It just takes them three times to realize it.
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"Hen," Buck said, stepping aside. "Does this bruising look okay to you?"
Growling softly, Eddie crossed his arms across his chest. "I'm good, people. I thought you came over to flirt with me, not treat me like I'm broken."
Blinking, Buck's lips parted.Buck meets professional boxer Eddie Diaz on a call and it's immediately wonderful ... but can he cope watching Eddie being pummelled in a fight?
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- Part 114 of Buddie Prose by Veronae
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The silence that settles over the room could wake up the dead. Buck doesn’t even dare peek between his fingers, because he’s pretty sure if he has to see Eddie’s reaction he will liquefy into a puddle on the floor. The quiet stretches, only broken up by the hum of the fridge starting back up, until there’s a distinct metallic sound. Like a fork being gently put down on a counter, maybe.
“Did you–” Eddie’s voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “Did you just say semen cookbook?”
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Sighing, Eddie closes his crossword book for good and tosses it on the table before he stands. He never could leave Buck sad and pouting for long. “If you’re really serious about this, I’ll do it.”
Buck jerks his head up. “What?”
“I’ll be your practice partner” —Eddie gestures to him— “or whatever you want to call it.”
“But you're straight.” Buck says it as an unequivocal fact. His mouth is pressed into a firm line. The corners start to twitch into a full on frown again like he’s disappointed.
It almost has Eddie wanting to say, ‘Yeah, I’m disappointed in me too.’
Instead, he musters through the weird twisted knot persisting in his gut and plasters on a smile. “Which is perfect for you so you don’t have to worry about anyone catching feelings.”
(Or Buck wants to practice kissing guys and Eddie volunteers)
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“Can someone hold my hand?” Fear, pain and exhaustion are etched on her face. Eddie’s heart breaks for her.
“Of course. Of course.” Hen reassures her.
“Can I get the himbo?”
Hen lets out a joyful bark of laughter. “I see the pain meds have kicked in. Plenty of choice for himbos here.”
“Buck!” Eddie shouts. “You’re needed over here”. Every word feeling wretched. He doesn’t want to watch Buck hold her hand and whisper softly to her that everything is going to be alright. He can’t bear to see someone get everything he wants right now.
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- Part 1 of 911 writing sprint fics
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Control has always been Eddie’s thing. Not because he likes it or it makes him feel powerful. But because control is what had seeped into his bones at eight years old when he became the man of the house, and he never knew how to let it go. And, Eddie has learned, over and over, that other people’s control often comes with a cost he’s the one expected to pay. His father’s control of the Diaz family left Eddie in charge. His mother’s control over the Diaz family reputation led him to standing outside a gay bar at 32 and not 18 with a fake ID just to get a taste.
He thinks of his father. The way Ramon Diaz can look at you and make it feel like you’re eight years old again, standing too straight, trying too hard, waiting for judgment. Eddie thinks of his mother’s quiet commentary, the way she can make disappointment sound like concern and call it love. He thinks of church—stale incense, polished wood, the heavy expectation that you were supposed to come in already knowing the rules and abide by them, or else.
Hen’s voice loops in his head, calm and offhand.Dating shouldn’t feel like a performance.
or, Eddie Diaz falls in love with Buck and it makes him question everything he knows
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Buck was sobbing by the end of the song, but he still played it again. Because it felt so much like his life right then. He was terrified and haunted. By everything he’d been through and so much of it involved Eddie that there was no denying it anymore even if he wanted to. He’d been so stupid to think he didn’t love his best friend. And it hurt so much because he knew it would never be reciprocated. Eddie could accept people in his life being queer, but he’d never accept being that way himself. Buck didn’t know if Eddie was or wasn’t in love with him too, but that didn’t matter. Because the way Eddie made Buck feel was enough. As the song played on, Buck just felt how much he loved Eddie and how he’d already accepted the heartache that came with it. He was heartbroken for something he’d never gotten and would never get to have.
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Buck listens to music and finally processes his emotions about all the crap that happened in his life. Ravi joins him, Hen and Chimney are confused and worried, and Eddie is sticking to avoidance and internal panic, as is his way.
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- Part 81 of 9-1-1 AUs
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A Never-Ending Midnight Sun (And Other Crimes Against Heterosexuality) by whisperingcherries
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
03 Feb 2026
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Eddie Diaz is just driving home. That’s it. That’s the plan.
Then a Zara Larsson song comes on the radio and suddenly it feels like summer in his chest, like the windows are down inside his soul, and like maybe—hypothetically—he has been in love with his best friend Evan Buckley for years and simply did not notice.
Eddie Diaz did not mean to come out to himself via pop music.
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Between the ages of 0 and 31, Buck speedruns the L, T, and B in LGBT. (Eddie will have to take care of the G.)
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“I think my hairline is receding,” Buck says, flinging himself dramatically into a deck chair. “That can happen with testosterone, you know!”
“I’m all too aware,” Bobby says wryly.
“Your hair looks great, Cap,” Buck says seriously. “I can only hope to have your follicular density at such an advanced age.”
“Watch it,” Bobby tells him, and Buck grins up at him.
“I have to start shaving,” he says. “I’m getting scruffy. Isn’t that awesome? Do you think I could pull off a beard?”
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Eddie frowns at her through the rearview mirror. “What do you need to be distracted from?” The traffic in front of them is inching forward and Eddie’s car rolls ahead slowly.
Gwen lets out a long, slightly shaky breath. “The fact that I just spent a week with my homophobic family and now I’m going to go home and tell my best friend I’m in love with her.”
Eddie stops a little too suddenly, enough that Gwen’s seatbelt tightens and stops her from flopping forward. “Ah.”
(or, Gwen just needed a ride to the airport. She didn’t mean to trigger a sexuality crisis in her Uber driver. Oops. )
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This isn’t the first time something’s gone horribly, catastrophically wrong for Buck, but it’s okay. It’ll work out in the end. It always has so far.
This is just a temporary setback. He pinkie promises.
Or, Buck loses his leg, falls in love, and gets his job back. Not necessarily in that order.
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Breathing heavy in front of him, blue eyes glowing like the clearest water you'll ever see, Buck just grins a small shy grin at him and says, "I had to do that, at least once."
Buck just kissed him?
And it was the best kiss of his life.
Fuck.
Or: a new years kiss has Eddie rethinking his priorities.
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Eddie should be there. But he’s not. And if he can’t be, then…
“It’s me,” Buck says, his voice cracking over the words.
When a call gone awry results in Eddie missing, presumed drowned and dead, Buck has to keep fighting. For what matters most. For Christopher.
Or: A dive into what the consequences of Eddie's Will might look like in Season 9.
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“What are you talking about?” Maddie’s voice asks, slightly tinny.
The door struggles to open behind him and he drops the phone.
“Mads,” he says, panic slinking into every syllable. “I—I think—“
“Buck, come out,” Bobby says. “Please, baby.”
Buck’s stomach turns and he shakes his head. No, absolutely not. That—crime against humanity is what that is. As if lunch hadn’t been traumatizing enough.
“Was that Bobby?” Maddie’s voice is distant but rightfully alarmed.
“Something’s wrong with them,” Buck yells down at the phone. “I—I know I said I can get anyone to fall in love with me but this is not what I meant!”
or, the 118 gets dosed with a love potion.
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