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The drive passes in a blur of technicolors. The early morning traffic adds to his growing headache, the pulsing behind his eyes growing with every car horn or glare from a side mirror. His left leg continues to ache.
Buck drives without thinking about it, and he isn’t all too surprised when he finds himself outside Eddie’s door. Although they’ve discussed the possibility of moving in together over the past few months, they both agreed to take it a little on the slow side. Still, Buck spends more time with Eddie and Chris than he does at his own place.
It’s the only place where he truly feels safe.
Where he feels loved.
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OR, after a long shift, Buck goes to Eddie.This is a stand-alone, but part of a collection. None of the other stories needs to be read for this one to be understood.
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- Part 3 of The Human Weighted Blanket
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The thing Buck still struggles with, however, is his shoes.
His first instinct has always been to kick them off the second he walks through the door. He leaves them scattered across the threshold without a care, one of them usually upside down or on its side. His parents always complained when they tripped over them, and once threw away a pair of sneakers because he kept leaving them out.
The chart never worked for his shoes.
When he lived alone, it wasn’t a problem. Buck didn’t care if he tripped over his shoes; he just kicked them aside like they didn’t mean anything. He was the only one who ever got inconvenienced by it.
Living with Eddie and Chris has left him considerably more mindful of what he does with his shoes.
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OR Buck's forgetfulness leads to deadly consequences...
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The constant ebb and flow of bodies throughout the room has Eddie curling in on himself, drawing his shoulders in tight in a desperate attempt to escape. Whenever someone so much as brushes past him, even if their clothes only gloss his skin, it feels like barbed wire.
Every time the light passes over Eddie’s face, he recoils.
It’s too bright.
Too loud.
Too hot.
Too … everything.
It’s overwhelming to the point that Eddie’s skin feels like it’s stretched too tightly across his skin.
***OR Eddie suffers a sensory overload at the auction, Buck helps.
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- Part 2 of The Human Weighted Blanket
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Except the firehouse doesn’t have a weighted blanket.
It does, however, have—
“Buck?” Eddie tilts his head back against the couch cushion, looking at Buck sitting at the dining table with the cap of his pen between his teeth.
“Hm?” He looks up from the crossword, glancing at Eddie.
“What’s up?”
“Can you come here for a second?”
“Okay, sure.”
Buck caps the pen and drops it on the table with a clatter. His chair scrapes against the floor of the loft with a sound that makes Eddie’s teeth ache. Each step Buck takes across the loft rattles Eddie’s bones to the point that a Jack and the Beanstalk joke sits on the tip of his tongue.
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OR Eddie turns Buck into his personal weighted blanket.
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- Part 1 of The Human Weighted Blanket
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The door beside him swings up, the hinges squealing, and the sounds of the crowd and pumping music slip through. Maddie and Chimney stumble through the doorway, holding onto each other and laughing. Maddie tucks a strand of hair behind her ears, her eyes widening when she spots Eddie standing nearby.
“There he is!” she says. “Looking forward to our future date?”
Eddie laughs, throwing his head back. “Definitely.”“Why did you get my wife to cheat for you?” Chimney asks, an eyebrow partially raised. “It wasn’t exactly in the spirit of the event.”
“I told you I wasn’t keen on the idea, and Maddie was the only other person there who I thought could help me. The charity is still getting the money, and I don’t have to go out on a date with anyone. Win-win.”
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OR Maddie pushes Eddie to take the first step with Buck.A 09x11 Coda
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Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
16 Feb 2026
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Night has started to fall, a slight haze of pink giving way to the encroaching darkness. Despite it being a clear evening with not a cloud in sight, the sky is blank. It’s illuminated by the almost constant lights that fill the city, chasing away the stars Eddie longs for. He sighs. Back in El Paso, he can step outside and look up at the stars littering the sky.
They’ve always been the one constant thing in his life, the one thing that made him feel like he wasn’t so alone.
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OR Buck and Eddie talk after the kitchen fight (08x17 Coda)
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Learn How to Live Again (Realize This is Not My End) by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Feb 2026
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Almost a week after leaving L.A., Evan "Buck" Buckley is back with a plan and a newfound determination to get back the job and the family he lost. This time, he's the one in control and he's adamant that no one will take that away from him.
He decides to keep his return to L.A. a secret until he's ready to face them one by one. With some interesting but much-needed conversations on the horizon, Buck readies himself for the fight ahead of him.
OR, Buck returns to L.A. to try to fight for his job.
This is a sequel to my other Fic 'Can't Keep Chasing This Fire (I'm so Damn Tired)' and would make more sense once that one has been read.
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- Part 2 of Live Again
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There is no grief like the grief that does not speak by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
26 Jan 2026
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Eddie steps towards the dining table. He curls his fingers around the back of one of the chairs and tilts forward, staring at Buck’s broad shoulders. Even from a distance, he can see the tension burrowed under his skin, the way his shoulders hunch forward, and how his shirt hangs off him when it used to cling.
For someone who cooks so much, he rarely eats.
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OR Buck becomes obsessed with making each recipe exactly like Bobby's after his death.
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- Part 2 of A Recipe Legacy
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Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
20 Jan 2026
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Eddie sits as close to the door as he can, pressing his body against the metal and appearing smaller than he should. His left hand is on his thigh, which has a slight bounce to it, something anyone else could put down to the movement of the rig. His right curls around the St Christopher medal hanging around his neck. There’s a slight tremble in his fingertips, something Buck isn’t sure anyone else has noticed.
He has.
When it comes to Eddie, he always notices.
Eddie’s face is turned towards the window, but in the glass, Buck sees the pinched expression etched into his features. He sees the tightness in Eddie’s jaw, the way his throat works, and the small tilt of his head towards the sky.
It’s the face Eddie makes when he’s trying not to cry.
OR Eddie deals with the trauma of having yet another gun in his face. 9x08 Coda
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Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now? by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
19 Jan 2026
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Any slight noise can tug Eddie out of the depths of sleep, no matter how comfortable he might be.
Which is why he lies awake now, staring up at the shadows dancing across his bedroom ceiling. He holds his breath, listening for a creaking floorboard or a rustling leaf outside his window.
Instead, he hears a choked sob coming from somewhere in the house.
The sound is muffled, quiet, but to Eddie, it’s like a gunshot. Eddie’s first thought would usually be Chris, but he dropped him off at Hen’s earlier in the day for some video game tournament they were taking part in.
The only other person in the house is Buck.
OR Buck struggles to separate dreams from reality after Bobby's death.
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Deep down, he knows he bears some responsibility. He knows the lawsuit was a step too far, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. Bobby refused to let him back or at least hear him out, and no one else was willing to listen. His medical bills and rent were beginning to stack up, and his department disability pay had stopped when they declared him fit for active duty.
He needed his job, his family.
Now, he has neither.
He has an empty, cold apartment with sparse furniture, rusty, leaky pipes, and a singular window that struggles to keep out the cool night air. His neighbors blare music at all hours of the day. The cold aggravates his leg, the muscles tense beneath his skin, and the music stops him from sleeping — so do the nightmares. Buck’s fridge has been empty for days.
Despite the music that pulses through his apartment, the walls shaking, the silence all but swallows him. It consumes him, chokes him, and he lets it.
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OR, The fight at the grocery store has unintended consequences for both Buck and Eddie.
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“Here we go,” Eddie said. He held out a white mug to Buck, steam curling off the top in thin tendrils.
“Thanks.” Buck accepted the mug and wrapped his fingers around it. Warmth seeped into his skin, the smell of peppermint filling the air.
Eddie dropped into the seat beside him. He threw his legs up onto the coffee table and relaxed against the couch with his fingers curled around the mug. A single strand of dark hair curled against his forehead. The warm light illuminated his skin in a way that always left Buck breathless, a new type of warmth flowing through his chest.
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OR A soft Christmas evening at the Diaz house.
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Eddie has always been a light sleeper.
Between the Army, Chris, and his job as a firefighter, the smallest noise or creak of a floorboard has him shooting out of bed on high alert. Usually, it’s nothing; a branch falling outside his window, a bird flapping its wings, or the floorboards settling back into place. Once or twice, he caught Chris sneaking around long after Eddie had put him to bed.
It’s something he’s come to recognise as a face of life.
The sky is blue, the grass is green, and Eddie Diaz can get woken up by a falling leaf.
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OR Chris is sick, Eddie watches over him, with a smidge of Buddie at the end.
Bad Things Happen Bingo - Stomach Flu
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- Part 2 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
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To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
24 Nov 2025
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“Tilt your head back,” Eddie says, his voice barely audible over the running water.
Buck does as he was told, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to the spray of water dripping onto his face. Eddie’s hands go to Buck’s hair, lightly scratching and massaging his scalp. The familiar smell of his shampoo fills the shower.
He relaxes into Eddie’s touch, a small hum escaping his lips as Eddie works the shampoo into his curls with slow, methodical movement. Given the chance, Buck would fall asleep in the shower just from the sensation of Eddie’s fingertips against his head. The touch is light, delicate, intimate in a way he hadn’t expected. The butterflies continue to flutter in his stomach.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Uh-huh,” Buck says, all other words failing him.
“Good.” Eddie laughs, moving to wash the shampoo out of Buck’s curls. “You just relax, I’ve got you.”
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OR Buck is hurt, but Eddie takes care of him
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There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief by Spruce_Goose
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
12 Nov 2025
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He can’t look at Bobby’s handwriting without being reminded of everything he’s lost. The thought of smelling Bobby’s cooking again has his stomach clenching, and the nausea pushing itself to the surface.
It hurts too much.
An ache settles in his chest when he looks at the firehouse kitchen and remembers the afternoons spent with Bobby. Those quiet shifts where he’d talk Buck through his favorite recipes step by step, showing him secret ingredients that weren’t written down. Spending hours perfecting a recipe.
The first time Bobby let him cook for everyone had been one of the best days of Buck’s life. It gave him a strength he’d never felt before, a confidence in what he was capable of doing.
All it gives him now is pain.
Memories of things he’ll never get back.
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OR --- After Bobby dies, Buck loses his interest in cooking
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- Part 1 of A Recipe Legacy
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“Just taking a trip down memory lane.” Buck holds up the photo album. “Ballroom dancer Eddie Diaz!”
Eddie groans, his face turning red. He pushes himself off the wall and drops to the floor beside Buck, stretching his legs out. “Why did I let you pack the living room?”
“Because you wanted to pack the linen cupboard yourself.”
“I have a system.”
“And I now have your embarrassing childhood photos.”
With another groan, Eddie buries himself into the warmth of Buck’s neck, inhaling the sweet vanilla scent of his boyfriend's body wash. Buck laughs, his shoulders shaking. He presses a light kiss to Eddie’s forehead, letting a comfortable silence settle over them.
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OR Whilst packing up their house, Buck and Eddie make an interesting discovery...
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Curling his fingers around the cold porcelain of the bathroom sink, Buck stares at his distorted reflection in the water-stained mirror.
He takes in his appearance piece by piece. His dark blond hair sits in loose curls on his forehead, each one precisely placed after he spent almost an hour styling it in the same mirror only a few hours before. Buck’s eyes track the barely-there acne marks on his pale cheeks, the small scar on his chin from the ladder truck incident, and the splattering of freckles across his nose. His eyes meet through the glass, darting back and forth until they land on the side of his face.
On his birthmark.
Buck stares at the red mark. It stands out against his pale skin, drawing attention away from everything else. If his piercing blue eyes catch someone’s attention, the birthmark is always where they end up looking.
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OR Tommy makes a comment during dinner that sends Buck spiralling, but Eddie is there to pick up the pieces.
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Buck’s breath caught in his throat.
He tugged at the rope around his wrists, twisting and contorting himself in an attempt to wrench himself out of the restraints. The rope burned against his skin. Buck wasn’t sure if it was sweat or water running down his face, but he didn’t care. He needed to get out of the rope.
The more he struggled, the more the rope cut into his skin until the burning sensation on his wrists rivaled that of the throbbing in his head.
“That’s not going to work,” a soft, familiar voice said behind him.
Buck’s blood ran cold. “Chase?”
“Nice to see you, Buckley.” Footsteps echoed around him until Chase Mackey’s smug face appeared before him. “I have to say, you’ve looked better.”
“What’s going on?” Buck tugged against the restraints. “Where am I?”
“We’re going to play a game.” Mackey reached into the front pocket of his suit — did he only own suits? — and pulled something out.
Buck’s phone.
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OR After Buck drops the lawsuit, Mackey comes looking for revenge.
Bad Things Happen prompt - Blood from the Mouth
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- Part 1 of Bad Things Happen Bingo
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Buck watches the way the sunlight streams in through the window, bathing the room in warmth. A single beam cuts across the bed and illuminates Eddie’s skin in its golden light. To Buck, he looks ethereal, otherworldly, as if he were Apollo himself who has been plucked from Olympus itself. A single strand of hair settles on his forehead in a slight curl; his usual pinched expression has been replaced with soft, relaxed eyebrows and a small smile resting on his lips.
OR Buck and Eddie share a soft morning together.
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- Part 1 of Perfectly Imperfect
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He watches Eddie place a card down, changing the color from blue to—
“—Green.”
Buck looks at the collection of cards in his hand — nine in total, more than anyone else — and inwardly groans. None of them are green. Figures.
“This game is rigged,” he mumbles, taking a card from the pile. He slumps against his seat when he looks at the card to find another red one. Buck’s pretty sure he has half the red cards in the pack at this point. “How does this keep happening?”
“Don’t be a sore loser, Buckaroo.” Chimney fans himself with his two remaining cards.
“You’re an ass.”
“Buck,” Bobby warns, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Not even he tries to hide the smile tugging on his lips in response to Buck’s discomfort and general bad luck. “Language.”
“This is bullying in the workplace,” Buck grumbles.
Under the table, Eddie makes a point of knocking their knees together, and Buck turns to look at him. Eddie smiles warmly, and Buck tries to ignore the fluttering sensation in his stomach.
OR Buck is tormented by Uno cards and finds love along the way.