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Don’t say anything about missing Eddie, he thinks as he chops veggies to hide in Bobby’s ragu sauce. Don’t say anything about wanting him and Christopher back. Don’t say anything about El Paso, or facetime calls, or any feelings.
“I think Eddie and Chris are haunting my kitchen,” Buck blurts out.
In 2025, Evan Buckley is living at 4335 South Bedford Street and missing his Diaz boys. To compensate, he starts cooking.
In 2017, new firefighter academy recruit Eddie Diaz is starting to believe his son when he says that their new house comes with its very own kitchen ghost.
In every time, there is a kitchen, food for three, and love, and love, and love.
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he's your hero, your savior, your son (then there's me) by rainny_days
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
31 May 2025
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Christopher implies that he doesn't want to be in LA, and Buck reacts accordingly. Also, Bobby's alive, there's a building collapse, and those two things may or may not be connected.
(or: Evan Buckley, on being loved and being needed)
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- Part 1 of when our long night is done
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“It’s like a bad joke: how many firefighters does it take to put out a lab fire? Two, but you gotta put them in a time loop first.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“Give me another loop, I’ll workshop it.”
Ravi and Buck make it out of the lab. They're the only ones that do. But you know what they say-- if at first you don't succeed, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try, try again.
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“Can you see a window?” Buck asks.
Eddie glances around. Nothing. Just darkness. “Ceiling caved in where a window probably used to be. No other doors. I’m—” he rests his head against the cement between them, sighing. “I’m stuck, bud.”
Silence ensues. For a few long seconds, neither of them says anything. Eddie is so tired of not saying anything. If he’s going to die here, he’s going to say the shit he’s been pushing down for years, even if Buck hates him for it. Buck deserves to know. Eddie deserves to have said it. Just once. Just fucking once.
He can’t die a coward. He already lived like one.
“I love you,” Eddie says, voice too quiet. On the other side of the wall, Buck’s breathing stutters. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, heart hammering. “I love you. I’m sorry I— I’m sorry I’m telling you now. Like this.”
Or: in what Eddie Diaz thinks are his final moments, he finally confesses.
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- Part 2 of ejo + 911
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how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become? by rainny_days
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
27 Dec 2025
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After the shitshow that’s been his life for the past few months, Eddie decides that the best way to move forward is to outsource his life decisions to Buck - after all, Buck has always known how to manage Eddie’s life better than Eddie could. And if it prevents Buck from moving out, then all the better.
Buck is trying to find a new apartment before he gets too comfortable in the Diaz home, but Eddie keeps asking him for things he wants too much to say no to. All he wants is to not hurt anyone, but Eddie seems to be determined to make that impossible.
(Or: the platonic BDSM fic.)
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“I met a lady on the call the other day, the one I pulled out of the other unit… she said she was psychic and then started talking about granting wishes. It all sounded so ridiculous, but I-I think she did something to me. I know I sound crazy, but I think I have to do whatever people tell me to.”
Buck jerks back, stands to his full height, and Eddie sees the last twenty-four hours playing through his eyes in perfect clarity, without one second of doubt. Buck believes him, instantly, wholly, without question, and Eddie suffocates the sob in his throat.
“Oh, Eddie, you’re…” Buck says, “wait, is that why you were giving that guy your number?”
“That’s your question?” He gasps through a laugh, and it’s wet and dangerous.
“Yes,” Buck says, without an ounce of remorse.
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Eddie gets the Ella Enchanted treatment.
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“My mom said, uh, that his name was Buck. That he was going to go to the fire academy and that he had a—” she broke off, rubbing her own forehead, exactly where his skin went pink. “She said he went by Firehose.”
Buck didn’t need all of his coworkers to look at him in alarm; he was pretty sure he’d gone deadly pale. His daughter knew four things about him, and one of them was his old tinder profile handle. He felt a little like he was going to die.
“She’s got your eyes,” Eddie commented, unhelpfully.
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Buck finds out he has a daughter, and also a stupidly big crush on his best friend. It's an adjustment.
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- Part 1 of you could be my baby, baby, baby
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“How did you get home from the hospital?”
“Took an uber.”
“Does Maddie know?” Silence. “Does anyone?” More silence. More of Buck refusing to meet his gaze, staring at the door like he thought he could entice Eddie to leave by the power of suggestion. Well, good fucking luck, Eddie thought. Wild horses, and all that. “Why didn’t you call anyone?” he demanded. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I did!” Buck snarled. The momentum of his indignation carried him into a sitting position, and Eddie could see him flinch with the pain of it. His unnaturally stoic front was gone, and something raw and wrenching took its place; it occurred to Eddie that he’d never heard Buck raise his voice before. “I did call you, Eddie! As I was bleeding out on my kitchen floor. You. Didn’t. Answer.”
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The squatter in Buck's attic has a knife. Buck has a bit of a breakdown. Eddie has a plan to make everything right.