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Eddie recaps this in his head a couple more times and he’s — jealous. Fuck, he’s jealous. That’s the word for it, the heat coiling deep in his gut, his whole body wound like a spring about to snap.
Jealousy.
Which is a bizarre emotion to feel about your best friend sleeping with someone. Jealousy implies ownership, implies wanting, implies — implies that 1) Eddie is not straight, and 2) he is possibly in love with his best friend and maybe possibly wants to suck said best friend’s dick about it.
Alright — okay. Eddie feels like he needs to sit with that for a second, give it the space it deserves.
Eddie wants to suck a dick attached to a person who is a man.
Not just any dick, either. Buck’s dick. His best friend.
Huh.
He expected that to feel weirder. He expected sirens, maybe, or a crisis, or at minimum a dramatic internal monologue about his Catholic upbringing and the sanctity of heterosexuality.
Instead, there’s nothing. The sirens are silent, the crisis doesn’t come, and Eddie wants to suck his best friend’s cock. Non-platonically.
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Eddie moves back to LA, finds out Buck slept with Tommy, and reacts accordingly.Bookmarked by hellanovers
07 Jul 2026
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"We can both go," Buck offers quickly, the words coming out of his mouth barely after Eddie's finished speaking. For a second, he worries it'll be enough to make Eddie shut off again, but he catches the barest flicker of a smile and a knot of anxiety releases from his chest. "I can make us lunch after?"
"You sound like my Abuela," Eddie jokes. "Trying to heal me with food?"
"Hey, I know what your appetite is like. I know you too well."
Or, five times where Buck tries to heal Eddie’s mood with food, and one time he doesn’t need to.
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07 Jul 2026
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The problem is, Buck broke the touch barrier. Before, Eddie’s ass existed in his reality as much as a mirage exists in the desert—something to observe at a distance with wonder. He could only dream about what it would be like to kneel at its shore and drink from its waters, but who wouldn’t? He’s thirsty as hell!
But then, Buck actually managed to reach it and discovered it isn’t a mirage, it’s an oasis, and now he’s just supposed to move on?
Buck has always known Eddie has a nice ass, and he is secure enough in his sexuality to let him know as such. It’s no big deal… Until it is.
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07 Jul 2026
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“Firehose?”
Chim laughs. “Yep. Spill it, Diaz.”
And Eddie looks over at Buck, drags his eyes down Buck’s broad chest and small waist until he’s staring directly at his crotch, picturing what he knows is underneath. The length of it, how pink it gets when he leaks, how much come it pumps out when Eddie fucks him over the edge.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, clearing his throat. “Yeah, it’s true.”
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- Part 12 of Kinktober 2021
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05 Jul 2026
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Eddie moves back to El Paso to get Christopher back and instead of communicating like normal, Buck and Eddie send letters to each other.
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05 Jul 2026
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“Is it weird that I’ve always wanted someone to kiss me like that?” Eddie says, mouth completely skipping that whole ask-brain-for-permission-first thing.
“No weirder than me always wanting to kiss someone like that,” Buck replies.
Every bit of oxygen is sucked out of the room. The movie is still playing, but Eddie can’t hear it over the ringing in his ears. His eyes snap to Buck, who is rhythmically puffing his cheeks out and picking at the label on his bottle of soda.
Five time Buck and Eddie kiss platonically, and one time they don't.
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05 Jul 2026
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“Is that supposed to be…”
“Us!” Buck says proudly.
Eddie chuckles, smiling down at the drawing. It’s clear Chris went in and sharpened some of the lines. Eddie’d recognize Chris’ art skills anywhere, even when blended with Theo’s.
Then Eddie sees another one of Chris’ contributions and his heart does that stupid fluttery thing it tends to do whenever he’s around Buck lately.
In purple letters just above the two figures’ heads are the words:
Eddie + Buck = <3
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Theo draws a picture, Chris helps him out, and Eddie makes a confession. Buck's just along for the ride.
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05 Jul 2026
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How do you begin to explain to someone how you’ve, in less than a week, managed to kiss your straight best friend twice.
Yes. That’s right. He’s kissed Eddie. Twice.
All because Eddie asked him to.
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04 Jul 2026
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“Kiss your homies day?” he echoes. “That exists?”
“Of course” Chim scoffs. Rolls his eyes and everything. “September 19. Everyone knows it.”
Well, it might sound a bit ridiculous, but how is that Buck hasn't heard about it until now? He’s a bit annoyed by this fact. Buck loves loving, and if there’s an excuse to kiss his friends he wants to know all about it.
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Three times in which Buck kisses Eddie, and one time in which he is kissed.
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04 Jul 2026
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“Aw,” Harry says, smiling. “That’s adorable. Is it like—is it a thing? Do all of you keep pictures in your helmets?”
A murmur of general consensus ripples through their group. Harry, apparently delighted by this new knowledge, demands to see everyone’s secret photos.
“They’re kind of private,” Eddie says, crouched down to unlace his boots. He has a smudge of soot over his left cheek, and his hair has come loose from the gel, a lock of it curling over his brow. Buck likes him like this, just a little dishevelled.
or, firefighters sometimes keep photographs of the people they love inside their helmets, to remember who they’re fighting to come home to. eddie’s isn’t what buck expects.
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04 Jul 2026
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There is a light that shines on me (The loving of Eddie Diaz) by Superheronerd_1
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
07 Nov 2024
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There was a warmth in those tiny kisses, a sensation that travelled up Eddie’s thumb, past his shoulders, down to his toes and back up at the base of his spine. Something sweet.
“Hey, buddy.” Eddie finally asked when the silence became too much. “What are you doing?”
Buck paused, giving him a look so serious that Eddie was about to call bullshit on the pain meds. “I’m making you better. Idiot.”
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Five times Eddie used his kisses to heal or to be healed, plus one time he didn't have to do anything at all.
(The healing kisses buddie fic)
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30 Jun 2026
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This is all perfectly applicable to friendship. Friendships require effort. Intentionality. Sometimes you have to watch a minute long Instagram video about attracting men to figure out how to get your male best friend to come back to your house and fall asleep on your couch again. Or in your bed. Either one.
Whatever Buck's comfortable with. Eddie's not picky.
Eddie will take whatever proximity Buck is willing to offer and be grateful for it, and if that sounds desperate then fine, it's a little desperate, but it's friend-desperate, which is a completely different thing than regular desperate.
He replays the video and takes mental notes, formulating a plan that is simple: get Buck's attention. Spend more time with Buck. Stop feeling like his ribcage has been hollowed out with a melon baller every time he goes forty-eight hours without hearing Buck laugh.
Easy and straightforward. He’s got this.
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Five times Eddie tries to show Buck how much he misses him; plus the one time he just says it.Series
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30 Jun 2026
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when the rain washes you clean (you'll know) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Mar 2026
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Buck’s single, to boot, so he’s probably missing it. The small touches, the quiet intimacy of doing something as ordinary as showering together. Having someone take care of him.
Because that’s what Eddie’s doing. He’s taking care of him.
And apparently, Buck’s dick likes that. Buck’s dick, that Eddie is still making eye contact with.
It twitches, and Eddie blinks at it in Morse code.
S.O.S.
Buck makes a small noise, and Eddie, finally, tears his eyes away. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he bites his tongue.
“Sorry,” Buck says quickly. His cheeks are ruddy, blush spreading around the rough scrapes. “S-sorry, it’s just—it’s been a while, and the cast—and, you know, I’m right-handed, so I can’t, and sh-sharing a bed, it’s—”
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. His voice comes out clipped, which is not what he wants. Softer, but no less awkward, he says again, “It’s fine. It happens.”
OR: Buck falls off a cliff. Eddie isn’t there to catch him, but he is there to pick up the pieces.
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- Part 12 of ejo + 911
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30 Jun 2026
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The boyfriend looks at Eddie's arm, looks at Eddie's face, does whatever math drunk people do when they're deciding whether a fight is worth it, and somehow arrives at the correct answer. He grabs maybe-horse-Ashley by the elbow and pulls her away, muttering something about firefighters that Buck doesn't catch because he's too busy trying not to pass out.
Eddie turns around. His hand is still on Buck's chest.
"Seriously?" One eyebrow up. Not angry yet, but getting there. "We've been here an hour."
"He came at me!" Buck throws his hands up. Outraged. Innocent. An absolute victim of circumstance and nothing more. "I was just talking to her."
"You were practically on top of her."
"That's just how I talk to people, Eddie. I'm a leaner. It's my thing."
Eddie stares at him for a second. His hand drops from Buck's chest and he shakes his head, turning back to the bar.
"Get yourself a drink," Eddie says over his shoulder. "And stay out of trouble for five minutes."
He makes it roughly eleven minutes before he does something stupid again.
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Buck is completely normal about Eddie shoving Blue to defend his honor. Really. He is.Series
- Part 1 of no grave can hold my body down
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29 Jun 2026
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"So," Buck says, sliding onto the seat next to Eddie while the auction winds down around them. "Mystery bidder. That's exciting."
Eddie takes a very deliberate sip of water. "Yep."
"You know who it was?"
"Nope."
"You don't even seem curious," Buck tries.
"Not really."
"Someone spent over two grand on you, Eddie. On a date with you. Like a date-date. With food and conversation. And you're just— what, chill about it?"
Eddie shrugs. The picture of nonchalance. "It's for charity."
"It's for— okay." Buck gapes. He’s got nothing. He’s standing at the door and Eddie has deadbolted it from the inside. "Cool. Great."
It is not cool. It is not great. Buck is aware that his definition of cool and great has always been somewhat flexible, but this doesn't qualify under any interpretation.
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Buck just wants to know who bid on Eddie. That's it. That's all he wants. He's being totally normal about it.Bookmarked by hellanovers
29 Jun 2026
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"Leave it," Eddie says, his voice pulled taut like a wire about to snap, tight enough to hum.
Buck looks at him, and Eddie’s whole body has gone so rigid he looks carved from stone, but Buck will ruminate on that later. But he can't exactly leave his phone under the seat for the next eight hundred miles, it's got his whole life on it, every stupid photo he's ever taken of Christopher and Eddie and Eddie and Christopher and, embarrassingly, just Eddie, so many just-Eddies, an entire hidden album of candids he'll never admit to because they constitute evidence of something he's been pretending he doesn't feel.
"I can't leave it, it's my phone. It's got— hold on, I think it slid under your seat."
“Buck, don’t.”
It’s as if Eddie doesn’t even know him, because Buck has never once heard the word don’t and responded with anything resembling obedience. So now he’s stretching across the center console with one hand braced on Eddie’s thigh for leverage, the other reaching blindly into the dark gap beneath the driver’s seat, and he’s aware on some level that his positioning is— that he’s essentially— that his head is—
He’s in Eddie’s lap.
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What's a little road-head between friends?- Language:
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30 Jun 2026
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Eddie's hand is warm and slightly calloused and his fingers are trembling just a little and Buck suddenly can't remember how to breathe.
Veronica moves in with the needle and Eddie's grip tightens, crushing, bones grinding together. Buck doesn't mind. Buck doesn't mind at all. Buck would let Eddie pulverize every metacarpal in his hand into calcium powder, reduce his entire skeletal structure to fine calcium dust, if it helped even a little.
"You're doing great," Buck says.
"I haven't done anything yet, she hasn't even started."
"You sat in the chair. That's huge."
"That's literally the bare minimum."
"The bare minimum is still an accomplishment when you're scared."
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Eddie is scared of needles, so Buck holds his hand.- Language:
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29 Jun 2026
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"I'm kidding, relax." Buck grins at him, radiating false innocence, and takes another sip. "Although I bet if I really wanted you to do something, I'd just have to ask nicely. Say please."
He pauses, Eddie can see the mischief brewing, can practically see the gears turning in Buck's head. "Or maybe just call you sir. That seems to work pretty well."
Eddie stops breathing. So much for trying to act natural.
Buck is watching him now, really watching him with sharp curious eyes and Eddie can feel himself being catalogued, examined, picked apart and analyzed like a bug under a microscope.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Eddie says, which is a blatant lie and they both know it.
"Sure you don't." Buck pushes off the counter, still smiling that infuriating smile. "Whatever you say, sir."
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Eddie Diaz and the three letter problem.a 9x08 coda
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29 Jun 2026
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"Kiss me."
Buck's hands freeze, the stroking stops. “...I’m sorry?”
“Kiss me.” Eddie doesn't know where this is coming from, except he does, actually—it's coming from the part of his brain that has been chewing on this problem for two days straight and has finally arrived at a solution. A terrible solution. A solution that makes perfect sense if you don't think about it too hard. "I need to know."
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The scientific unravelling of Eddie Diaz.a 9x7 coda
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29 Jun 2026
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Eddie moves before Buck can blink—one smooth, unhesitating motion. His hands find Buck’s waist first, then slide lower, bracing under his thighs as he lifts. The world tilts, and for a second Buck feels weightless, the heat of Eddie’s palms searing through denim, the strength behind it dizzying against Buck’s already crumbling composure.
Then the counter meets him—cool beneath his thighs even through the fabric—Eddie’s hands leaving heat in their wake like a brand. Eddie’s still standing close enough that Buck’s knees frame him, not backing away immediately. His breath grazes Buck’s chest, eyes flicking up, the space between them charged with something that makes every cell in Buck’s body scream more, more, more.
“Now sit,” Eddie says firmly, hands still resting under Buck’s legs before he finally backs away. “Stay.”
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Eddie picks Buck up, Buck is totally cool and normal about the whole thing.- Language:
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29 Jun 2026