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Buck is living in a house that's not his, sleeping next to a man that's not his, raising kids that aren't his, and everyone he used to date just has to keep showing up to tell him how happy they are for him.
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Eddie buys a house. Buck and Theo move in. Everyone jumps to conclusions.
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19 Sep 2026
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Oh, alright, cool.
Cool, cool, cool. Neat.
That is a photograph of Eddie Diaz's dick.
It's just there. On the screen. In his hand. In high resolution. His best friend’s dick is in his hand. Well, wait — the photo. The photo of the penis is in his hand. Eddie’s dick isn’t in his hand. That would be absurd.
It’s just a penis. Buck has one of those.
So does Eddie, apparently and it’s… Buck has seen it, absorbed it, and every thought he's ever had has been replaced by a high-pitched tone and the image in front of him, which is — and this is the last coherent observation he'll produce for the foreseeable future —
Big.
Genuinely, impressively big.
Buck closes out of the photo and locks the phone so hard he's surprised it doesn't crack in half.
"Maddie say anything?" Eddie asks.
"Yep," Buck squeaks. Like a mouse. A giant, shocked mouse that has just seen its best friend’s erect dick.
"You okay?"
"Great. Y-yep. So great. I-I'm just really— the sunset was really— it's very— yep."
"It’s yep?"
"Uh-huh. Very yep."
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07 Sep 2026
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"What?" Eddie mumbles, mouth full, brown eyes wide and questioning. He slowly pulls the popsicle out of his mouth, tongue darting out to swipe up a stray droplet before it can run down his chin.
"Nothing." Buck clears his throat and sits up a little straighter. He needs to get a grip.
"It's a good popsicle," Eddie offers, his bottom lip jutting out defensively.
"Okay." Buck nods. He looks away again. He wonders if he's being homophobic.
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or, Eddie Diaz eats a popsicle, dates his best friend, and learns how to give a blowjob. Not necessarily in that order
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04 Sep 2026
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It’s almost like — like Buck’s holding a possible thing in his hands, fragile and fledgling, born too early. It’s not the first time he’s felt this way, with Eddie. It’s happened before, mostly in kitchens.
“Did that guy tell you the name of the suite he put us in?”
The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts. There, Buck supposes, is his answer.
“Yeah. Honeymooners, huh? Should we tell him about our disaster of a trip?”
His stomach lurches. God. Eddie’s taking this in stride; Buck should be thankful for it. Instead, he’s afraid he’ll be sick all over their shoes.
or: a pining buck has to navigate the Emotional Saw Trap that is the road trip back from new mexico. eddie, quite literally, comes along for the ride.
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“Look how easy you take it. You’re a natural.”
The man’s other hand strokes up and down Eddie’s thigh, steadying him like he’s a skittish, cornered animal. Christ—he’s more than cornered. He’s pinned in place, displayed like a butterfly under glass.
Eddie’s left foot twitches, tugging testily at the leather restraint that’s holding it in place. There’s a little give, but not much. Even if he wanted to, there’s no way he’d be able to get enough leverage to pull himself free if he tried.
He has safeguards in place—an easy out the moment he wants it. But fuck, he doesn’t want it. Eddie wants this. He wants the fingers inside him. He wants the cock he knows will come after.
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Eddie in a wall — Czech fantasy glory hole style. Anyone could be on the other side. Anyone.
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20 May 2026
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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.
or: Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier
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06 Apr 2026
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“You want to sub for me?” Buck asks, surprised but not altogether unwilling.
Eddie sets his jaw and averts his gaze. This is a horrible idea. It’s letting down one defense too many, even in front of Buck. He’s been mulling this over for days, finally working up the courage one night when they have the house to themselves.
“Not if—I mean, if you don’t want—Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“Eddie.” Buck says his name with such comfort, such love, that Eddie can’t help but look up. “I would love to do that with you.”
or, Eddie subs for the first time and learns that being soft dommed by Buck can heal him
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28 Mar 2026
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“You said you talked to Hen about”—Ravi makes a vague, conjuring gesture, even though Eddie can’t see it—“all this yesterday, right? She dresses the best out of all of us. You should ask her for fashion advice.”
“I tried.” Eddie huffs. “She said, verbatim, ‘I’m not your gay Yoda.’”
With that, the fitting room stall’s lock finally clicks open, the door swinging open with a muted groan. Eddie steps out, arms spread wide. “Alright. What do we think?”
From an objective standpoint, he looks good. He looks really good. Objectively speaking.
From a subjective standpoint, he looks like someone Buck wants to pin against the nearest surface and fuck until they’re both stupid.
“Handsome, you are,” Buck croaks.
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Or: Eddie comes out to Buck and takes him clothes shopping.
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24 Mar 2026
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A person who listens to whatever inane, mundane shit Buck is incapable of not spouting? Actually listens, with interjected questions and regular mmhms of acknowledgement? Indulgent of every tangent, every spiel, unless Buck is actively sowing terror in the hearts of victims on calls with his worst-case scenario stories.
He has that person. Eddie. According to May, that makes Eddie his person, a thought that has a bloom of warmth unfurling in his chest.
It might not be romantic, but it’s—it’s something.
And it’s worth Buck trying to get back to who they were. When their shift is over, he follows Eddie home like he might’ve done a year ago.
or, buck learns about bird theory. eddie, unsurprisingly, is the only one who passes with flying colours
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24 Mar 2026
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“Look at you, baby. You’re so big.” Eddie runs his hands up and down Buck’s sides, tickling against the protrusion of Buck’s ribs. “Big shoulders, big tits, big hips, big hands, big heart. Big cock. Always fills me up so well.” He grins and squeezes Buck’s cock, enamored as it colors from dusty-pink to raging red beneath the pressure. “Shame it’s going to waste, though.”
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Eddie has a thing for Buck's big dick.
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08 Mar 2026
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Buck asks, "Where is your dad?"
"He's downstairs buying sodas," Christopher replies. He sits down next to Buck and points at the magazine. "Why are you reading Bridal Guide?"
"Oh." Buck flushes a little. It's not like he can explain: I realized I'm in love with your dad and keep accidentally planning a wedding we're never going to have. "It was this or Golf Digest."
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28 Feb 2026
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“Look,” Buck says. “It’s not like I-I’m gonna move back in or anything, but you're still in pain. A lot of it, and I know you’re trying to downplay it—don’t look at me like that—so just let me help out with stuff for a couple days.”
Eddie quirks his lip at him. “You wanna rub ointment on my cast rash?"
“Who else would,” Buck says. It was supposed to be a question, lighthearted, but it’s just there. It hangs in the air, a miasma of all of Buck’s fully-realized feelings stinking up the place.
It’s gonna be a long six to eight weeks.
Three months after Buck moves out and two days after Buck realizes he’s in love, Eddie gets badly injured on the job. Buck unofficially moves back in to look after him.
He’s gonna be normal about it.
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12 Feb 2026
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Mi media naranja. Half an orange, right? Like—two sides of the same coin, or something. A complementary coupla guys. A little silly, maybe, referring to a grown adult as a piece of fruit, but the sentiment is sweet enough.
“Hey,” Buck asks the girl beside him. “Um, Alba. She called Rosie ‘mi media naranja’. Like—half an orange? Is that a common saying in Mexico?”
“Oh, sure,” she nods. “It’s a pretty normal term of endearment. Cheesy as hell, but, well.” She gestures at where Eddie and the two women are sitting. Alba’s holding Rosie’s hand now. “When you’ve known each other that long and fit together that well… it’s just sweet.”
My most best friend. That’s what Alba said. That’s—well, that’s who Eddie is to him, essentially. And if what Eddie’s missing is a little affection in a language that feels like home, well. Buck can give that to him.
or, buck notices the lack of spanish terms of endearment in eddie’s life since his abuela died. so, he’s armed with what he’s been reliably informed is a totally normal thing to call your buddy. Operation Make My Best Friend Feel Cherished, as he’s named it on a trial basis in the privacy of his own head, is a-go
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10 Feb 2026
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why do i fear becoming a river. (which mountain gave me such shame.) by downintheflames
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
14 Nov 2025
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“Fuck it,” Eddie mumbled before unlocking the phone again and opening his text thread with Buck. They hadn’t texted since Buck asked him if he wanted a scone or a danish from their favorite coffee shop before their last shift. Eddie sighed and pressed the corner of the phone against his forehead.
He didn’t want to ask for help. He could spend another hour circling around the city. But he didn’t want to. He wanted this awful horrible day to be done. He wanted to hold his child and pretend for a little bit that everything was still whole. He sighed again before pressing call and pressing the phone to his ear.
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Eddie finally asks for what he needs in the aftermath of the sudden loss of his Abuela. Buck finally stops running from his grief. And then Eddie’s parents show up.
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22 Nov 2025
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They spend the whole morning making calls. Death is busy for the living.
“Eddito,” his Tia said softly after a while. “Have you told your Buck? He would want to know.”
He hadn’t.
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His Abuela passes. Eddie reckons with God, religion, and coming back to life.
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15 Nov 2025
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Eddie starts telling people Buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls.
Buck starts to like it a little too much.
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25 Oct 2025
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Eddie tries to peek out the windows to see what's out there as he approaches the door, but Buck moves to obstruct his view. "Hey, uh. So. I found … uh, this piece of furniture, on Marketplace. And if you hate it, it's fine. No biggie! I just … it was such a good deal!"
They don't need more furniture. In fact, they actively need less, so Buck wouldn't buy something new without a really good reason.
"Okay, Buck, I trust you. What did you get?"
"It's … I guess, I mean, um. Well, I think you should just come see." Buck turns around before Eddie can reply and heads out the front door.
Eddie stays hot on his heels for barely even one square of sidewalk, stopping in his tracks when he sees the bright red metal frame that's strapped down in Buck's truck bed. It's upright, so Eddie has a clear view of what Buck picked up for them.
It's bunk beds.
Buck and Eddie try to process their grief about Bobby's death and figure out what they mean to each other, all while squeezed into Eddie's two-bedroom house.
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25 Oct 2025
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Lessons in Flirting (Unintentionally and Definitely Not Romantically) by shrimprangoon
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
14 Sep 2025
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Hen sighs. “Something had to be said before you idiots put us in mortal peril.”
“I’d never do anything to jeopardize our safety on a job! You know that Hen.”
“Maybe not on purpose,” Chim chimes in, “but, see, the thing is, when you flirt with our Buck, his brain turns off. He just bluescreens.”
“You’re flustering the poor boy, Eddie,” Hen adds. “And it’s making him dumb.”
“-er,” Chim adds.
“Wha- Buck isn’t flustered.”
Eddie is flustered. His face feels hot. He takes another sip of his coffee to give his hands something do to, but that only makes him feel warmer. Shit.
Hen levels him with the most deadpan look. “Last week he walked into a stop sign after you called him ‘big boy’ on a call.”
Eddie nearly spits out his coffee.
Or: the one where Eddie subconsciously flirts with Buck without realizing and Buck is actively trying not to have a heart attack at work about it
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“I want all of this, Eddie. I want a home and a family and I— maybe I can’t have it while I’m sleeping on my best friend’s couch.”
The idea of Buck finding someone else, of him going anywhere further than their living room, sat like a brick in Eddie’s gut. Was he so desperate to escape? Could he see it, written all over Eddie’s face? The shift Eddie had been pointedly not looking at since he returned to LA.
“We are your family.”
“I need to learn to—”
“If you say stand on your own two feet one more time, Buck, I swear!”
Buck heaved a sigh, put upon and irritated, “Well, what’s so wrong with that?”
“We’ve fucking been alone, Buck. Me and you, all our lives, we’ve been doing it alone. You grew up alone. I did too. You don’t need to learn how to be alone, you need to learn how to lean on the people who are offering you their shoulder.”
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An 8x18 epilogue/fix-it. Buck and Eddie fight, a few truths come to light and they learn how to lean on each other again.
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20 Oct 2025
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“So you,” Eddie raises an eyebrow, “are going to take this monstrosity home?”
“No,” says Buck. “This guy—” and he bounces the thing in his arms like it's a baby, its limbs flailing, “is for you.”
“For—” Eddie blinks. “Buck.”
“I mean, I hope you'll let me visit him,” Buck says, his smile faltering for a breath, which Eddie only spots because he's already looking, “but I won him for you.”
in which there is a frog, and a fair, and an eddie who allows himself to accept what he deserves.
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06 Sep 2025