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Humble yourself before Him and you shall be saved.
Eddie can feel his eyes drooping, no matter how hard he tries to keep them peeled. He is lying down, after all, and he can’t do a damn thing about the life of him pooling by the dusty flooring.
He asks to be known for the very first time, and he asks for more time.
In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit,
amen.
Searing pain splits him open from within, and Eddie screams himself hoarse.
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With his best friend inside him and life bleeding out of his thigh, Eddie learns what it's like to be seen.
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It’s a terrible idea. It’s arguably the worst idea he’s ever had. Worse than when Buck thought abstaining for a month means his sperm would be superpowered– but at least it’s below giving yourself bangs before barging into someone’s house and pretending to be the guy’s dead wife.
No, Eddie is gonna be the angriest, bitchiest, living husband who just got cheated on with instagram user Rafael102017, who happens to be very big on monogamy and fidelity.
Or, Chris has a bold admirer, Buck has a date with a strange man, and Eddie is apparently the extraction team for both of them out of these situations.
Or, if Eddie had a nickel for every awkward romantic encounter his boys had today, he'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
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Then, he swallows thickly, turning to face Eddie with the single most terrified look on his face. He hadn’t seen this since the tsunami, the day Eddie saw him with Christopher’s glasses slung around his neck, because Buck knew telling him would kill Eddie – quickly or eventually, it would’ve.
But his son is safe. Everyone is safe. They’re on dry land, in a house that pretty much belongs to them rather than just him, and Buck’s looking at him like that.
He says, “I don’t think he was my first, either. Not in the way that matters.”
or, sometimes the purest form of joy is found in dancing and your best friend between your legs.
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Shrugging, Eddie catches the velcro strap of his glove between his teeth and makes sure his glove is snug. “I can take it.”
“You’re doing this one-armed,” Buck warns. Buck’s also eyeing him up and down.
“I know,” is all Eddie says. “Might be a fair fight for once.”
A grin splits over Buck’s face. Eddie gets a glimpse of his canines, bared and hungry, and Eddie wonders if fists over ribs can feel a little like teeth on his neck.
Or, Eddie Diaz doesn't think pleasure without pain is deserved. He spirals, fractures his hand, and spars with his best friend about it. And maybe gets laid.
Or, the one-handed sparring fic.
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The memories aren’t fully fleshed out, only flashes of places, people, and feelings. Sometimes they’re tangible, so much so he feels like he can reach it within his fingertips and hold them there.
He’d be washing dishes, and he’d feel the phantom arms of Eddie around his waist, the junction of his neck and shoulder feeling warm. For a flash, he’d see a different kitchen than the one he was in. He’d be looking at a menu in a restaurant, and he thinks he’d hear Eddie’s voice asking, ‘You gonna order the usual?’ When he glances down at the table, he’d be surprised he’s not seeing a deep green tablecloth. He’d doze off on the couch and feel his cheek land on Eddie’s chest, arms wrapping around him, and he’d open his eyes to find himself alone.
How do you explain that away? Missing something you can’t fully remember having?
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Or, Evan Buckley wakes up without eight years of his memories with some guy named Eddie Diaz on his bedside. Which could mean nothing.
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“You don’t get to say I stood there and smiled,” Eddie growls into his mouth. “You don’t get to pretend I’m not fucking gutted.”
“You’re leaving me!” Buck gasps against his lips. “You’re leaving and you didn’t—”
He steps forward again and Buck leans back, head knocking against the wall, his entire frame vibrating. He tries to find his words—some mix of I’m sorry and you didn’t give me a chance but none of it makes it past his lips before Eddie shoves him again, hard enough to rattle the wall behind him, an effort to keep him quiet.
“Don’t,” Eddie snaps. “Don’t you dare make this about you.”
Buck’s eyes go wide, mouth parting on instinct, throat aching from everything he’s choking back. He’s so close to saying it anyway, whatever it is, whatever would push this over the edge, but he doesn’t get the chance.
Eddie’s fingers skim Buck’s lower lip, pausing there. “Open your mouth,” he rasps, cutting through the last of Buck’s defenses, “and shut the fuck up.”
Or,
Eddie's moving to El Paso, and Buck goes through the five stages of grief while sucking his dick.
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16 Jan 2026
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Buck confesses
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- Part 2 of Zinny's Unaffiliated Snippets
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16 Jan 2026
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It’s almost funny how easy it is to slip. You don’t even notice it at first; you’re too busy with other things, too busy with work and your son and your best friend to realize your mind has gotten significantly louder. It’s easy not to notice the warning signs, and it’s even easier to ignore them.
Eddie slips. Buck is there to catch him.
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19 Nov 2025
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(it was not convenient) should've kissed you anyway by instantcaramel
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
24 Oct 2025
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Eddie puts his bottle down and leans back in his chair. It’s not that he doesn’t want to hear what Buck and Tommy are doing for their second anniversary. It’s just, well, he doesn’t really want to hear what Buck and Tommy are doing for their second anniversary.
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Eddie has been in love with Buck for years. Unfortunately, in 2024, instead of breaking up with Buck, Tommy agreed to move in with him. By the time they got married in the summer of 2026, Eddie was fully aware of the way he felt about Buck. The thing is, he thought Buck was happy with Tommy, so he didn't say anything. It's been 2 years since Buck and Tommy got married, and Eddie is still hopelessly in love and resigned to spending the rest of his life alone. It's fine. Buck is still his best friend. He doesn't need more than that. Really.
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08 Nov 2025
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“You were drunk. I know it didn’t mean anything. Everything’s alright.”
Buck visibly winces. “That’s not — Eddie.”
There’s a suspended moment where Buck looks torn, standing on the edge of something, eyes fixed on the horizon to avoid looking at the drop, the precipitous canyon below. But then Buck, who can’t lie, who would tear his own chest open to a complete stranger on the street because the truth of him spills so loudly out of every jagged edge, sighs out:
“It meant something.”
There’s a ringing sound somewhere in the distance, getting closer. “What are you…” Eddie trails off.
“I wasn’t — well, I was drunk. But that wasn’t what. Wasn’t why. Not entirely, or — god.” Buck shudders in a breath, steeling himself. “I have feelings for you.” He closes his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
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Buck confesses his feelings. Eddie’s straight. If he spends all his time thinking about Buck and looking at Buck and wanting to be around Buck, well, that’s just being a good friend, isn’t it? He’s being so normal about this, actually.
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