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“Does it smell bad? Is that why you’re smelling it?” Theo makes grabby hands, despite already holding multiple items, for Eddie’s shirt, clearly not possessing any self-preservation instincts. Much like Buck. “I wanna smell too.”
“What?” Buck flushes a deep red and is suddenly glad no one but a four year old is around to witness. “No, no, it smells really g-good actually.”
Disappointed, Theo pouts. “Oh.” He takes a sip of his juice and then wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Buck sighs, another shirt to use Resolve on in the future. “You're weird.”
“Thanks, Theo.”
(Or, Eddie’s clothes keep ending up in Buck’s laundry and it’s driving Buck only a little bit insane)
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18 Jul 2026
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Eddie smirked. It was playful and familiar, tugging at the corner of his mouth, and Buck wanted nothing more than to kiss the stupid thing right off his face.
The thought had Buck shifting uncomfortably on Eddie’s couch, a feeling of shame twisting deep in his gut. It wasn’t shameful for him to like men (that side of himself he had reconciled with years ago), but to like his best friend of eight years—to be in love with his best friend—felt wrong, like some kind of betrayalOr, Buck has realised that he is in love with Eddie and is in a battle to keep those feelings pushed way down, but that is seeming more and more difficult due to the fact that Eddie is—well Eddie.
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18 Jul 2026
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Buck finds a particularly cute photo of Chris holding a baby goat, which he’s not sure Eddie has, and that is a crime. Buck needs Eddie to see this image right this second and have it in his camera roll forever.
“Eddie, touch tips?” he says mindlessly. Tapping on the share icon and opening Airdrop. No matter how much Eddie complains about technology, even he has to admit that Airdrop is a godsend function. You just have to tap the front of your phones together, and a cute photo of Chris appears. Who wouldn’t appreciate that?
Eddie chokes on his drink and splutters for a moment. Buck finds it kinda cute that even at 34 years old, Eddie can’t manage to take a simple sip. “Right now?” Eddie asks after he calms down.
“Yes, right now!” Buck hurries him along.
He holds his phone to the side where Eddie is sitting, but no tap comes.
Buck gazes up from his spot, and what he lands on is a sight for sore eyes. Or maybe the vision makes his eyes sore. He’s not really sure.
“Eddie, where the fuck are your pants?” Buck asks in a tight voice.
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“You’ve spent the last twenty-four hours implying that I killed my husband,” Eddie snapped, sounding a little feral to his own ears, “you refused to help me, refused to listen to me, and now you want us to be separated? Would you ask a straight couple to separate? Isn’t it a legally recognised right to be with your partner during times of duress?” Eddie was absolutely lying on that last point, he had no idea if that was true. He knew they couldn’t be called to testify on each other, but, more to the point, they weren’t even married.
Buck didn’t speak, he stared at Eddie with big eyes, like he was waiting to wake up in some cage all over again.
“I’ve been through hell today to get him back, I am not leaving him alone with some backwater, homophobic asshole of a police force for another second.”
“Mr Diaz, I hope you realise I could have you arrested for—”
“For what? Being rightfully protective? Does your town have the money for a Hollywood discrimination suit? Because his step-mother is an LAPD sergeant and I am feeling extremely litigious.”
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Mother's Boy from Eddie's POV, canon divergent ending.
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17 Jul 2026
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you should feel how I feel (when somebody says your name) by cleverly
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
14 Jul 2026
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“But he’s Buck,” Theo explains, pushing a small finger into Buck’s chest, as if to show Tommy exactly who Buck was. “Everyone calls him Buck.”
Tommy’s face relaxes slightly as he answers, “yes, that’s true, but—”
“Everyone!” Theo cuts Tommy off, holding up his hand as he begins to count on his fingers. “Me, Chris, Auntie Hen and Karen, Uncle Chimney, Ravi—”
Once he runs out of fingers on his one hand, he looks up at Buck, realization dawning on his face. “Aunt Maddie calls you Evan!” He exclaims, almost shouts in Buck’s face, eyes comically wide at this, apparently very important, piece of information.
Buck nods. “Yes, she does. Sometimes.”
“Aunt Maddie does, sometimes.” Theo reiterates to Tommy, his eyes narrowing as he cocks his head to the side, thinking. “Wait— Eddie does too! But only sometimes. Like less sometimes than Aunt Maddie. I think? But Eddie is Eddie, so it’s different.”
Tommy can’t help the snort he lets out, “you’re right about that, kid.”
Or, Buck runs into his ex at the grocery store, which forces Buck to confront feelings he's been ignoring for far too long.
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Theo jumps happily across the sand, never landing on his fourth hop because Eddie scoops him up mid-air with one deft movement. One strong arm loops around Theo’s torso, holding him securely as Eddie dangles him on his side. He bends his head, sunglasses knocking to the side as he pretends to take a chomp out of Theo’s belly, blowing a big raspberry against his sandy skin.
“You can’t eat me,” Theo shrieks, legs kicking outwards with a vigor that comes only from the confidence of knowing Eddie will never drop him.
“Are you sure?” Eddie asks, grinning crookedly.
“Yes,” Theo says, already taking the moment of reprieve to heave himself up onto Eddie’s shoulders, comfortably settling all of his weight there.
a han-buckley-diaz beach trip
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14 Jul 2026
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"I don't think it'll fit me either, Buck." He said, sliding his sweatpants down to his ankles, leaving him standing in just briefs and his t-shirt.
Buck scoffed. "Puh-lease," He said dramatically. "It looks exactly your size, Eds." He motioned up and down Eddie's body as he spoke.
"Har-har, very funny." Eddie replied. He stood there for a moment, skirt in hand as his mind was swimming in the four bottles he had drank prior, but ultimately, he took a deep breath, and hooked his legs into the skirt, pulling it up slowly.
He expected more resistance—maybe even getting it stuck around him, like Buck did, but getting it past his thighs and ass only took a little bit of effort, otherwise the skirt fit him like it was tailored to his size exactly. The hem of his boxer briefs were visible from the front, and from the cool breeze he could feel in the back, now, Eddie knew that it sat pretty high up on his ass.
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Eddie and Buck, drunk, find a miniskirt in Eddie's old storage.
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Eddie rounds the corner, and sure enough, lying on the hardwood is Buck, forearm draped quite cinematically across his forehead in an Oh, Woe is Me imitation. His ungainly limbs are sprawled all across the floor—an aggrieved starfish.
He looks up at Eddie from beneath furrowed brows. “I’ve been wounded,” he grumbles.
“Oh, my God, Buck.” Eddie’s instantly on his knees. He’s pretty sure something pops on his way down. “What happened? Where does it hurt? Talk to me.” The line of questioning might be overkill, but he’s gathering clues.
His eyes dart around the space and take stock of their surroundings, trying to ascertain the source of the injury. He spies a faint red spot on the dining room’s doorjamb. About four feet below it is Theo. One fist is pressed guiltily over the toddler’s mouth, and his bottom lip wobbles perilously. He’s twisting the toe of one of his Paw Patrol sneakers into the other.
or: Buck runs face-first into a wall and Eddie cleans a wound.
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11 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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“Ahhh,” Ryan breathes, tongue out and grinning. Oliver can almost see the remnants of the wine sparkling on his tongue. “Come get a taste.”
Oliver rolls his eyes but walks over to Ryan all the same. To him, champagne always tastes like someone carbonated a headache and then charged too much for it. But Ryan’s lips are sweet — white peach and honey — and something warm and yeasty sits on his tongue.
or: an ode to Oliver and Ryan's wet hot European convention season, long may it reign
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06 Jul 2026
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“Eddie,” he says, breathless. “I don’t want you to go.”
Eddie’s losing it a bit. He can’t talk round in circles anymore, and he’s running out of ways to even attempt to get into Buck’s head that he’s not a burden and Eddie is exactly where he wants to be.
“Buck,” he tries, taking note of Buck’s equally drenched clothing, the raindrops that cling to his eyelashes and the curls that lay flat against his forehead. He looks perfect, even now, and it’s shaking something in Eddie loose – something that’s sat rigid and unmoving along his spine - keeping him in line, keeping him sensible, keeping him rational and far, far away from doing the very kind of thing he’s about to do right now.
or: buck and eddie have a tiny little argument, and a tiny little kiss in the rain.
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kiss me on the sidewalk (take away the pain) by wastingmytimedreaming
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
02 Jul 2026
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'Forget something?' Buck asks, sending a quick thank you to the universe for making his voice sound relatively normal. It's the most obvious explanation, the only one his brain offers up as Eddie gets closer and closer.
'Yeah,' Eddie says, 'I think I did.'
Eddie pauses, mere inches away from Buck's face, so close that Buck can see tiny droplets of rain stuck in Eddie's eyelashes, which he curses himself for — he's made a deal with himself; he's not allowed to notice those kinds of things. He casts his gaze away, to the slightly damp fabric of Eddie's black top, one he cut the sleeves off himself, revealing a clear view of his biceps, which are also glistening in the rain and maybe Eddie just shouldn't be allowed to wear sleeveless shirts anymore, or be out in the rain, confined to the indoors and sleeves forever or at least until Buck can get a grip on his traitorous heart.
'What did you forget?' Buck asks, or at least he thinks he does, but he can't really make it out over the sound of his heart pounding inside his chest.
'To kiss you, I think.'
or: the buddie first kiss in the rain scene of oliver stark's hopes and dreams
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"Yours. Always yours," Eddie answers, sinking back against the headrest, face kissed gold by the morning light. He angles Buck a sidelong look, then adds a considerate, “unless you’d rather not. If you’re tired—”
“No, no,” Buck cuts in quickly, pinking at Eddie’s clear preference. “I’ll make us something. I like cooking for you.”
Eddie hums, pleased, and turns back to the sun. His lashes slide shut, languid as a cat stretched across sun-warmed concrete. “I like when you do, too.”
Or, truth serum: party of two. Unfortunately, they're the last to know.
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06 Jul 2026
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Eddie is perfectly happy with his life, thank you. The hits may not stop coming but he's always grateful for what he still has. Not a thing he would change, even if there are some wants that are better off ignored, some juices left undrunk. But this job is just the gift that keeps on giving, a new punch to the gut every month.
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Eddie gets dosed with some type of aphrodisiac on a call, and resists the need as long as he can. Thankfully he has Buck by his side to help him every step of the way.
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“You missed some,” Eddie said.
Buck let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
“Did I?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
Eddie held up his hand.
Buck looked at the frosting on Eddie’s knuckle.
His eyes stayed there a second longer than they needed to.
Then he stepped closer, his hip almost brushing Eddie’s knee.
“Here?” Buck asked.
His voice had gone softer.
Eddie nodded once.
Buck caught Eddie’s wrist again.
This time, Eddie noticed the way Buck held him. Thumb against his pulse. Fingers loose, like Eddie could pull away if he wanted to.
He did not want to.
Buck bent his head and put his mouth to Eddie’s knuckle.
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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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06 Jul 2026
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wearin' a robe, same ones we left on the hotel floor by lenastardust
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
06 Jul 2026
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The door starts creaking open. Eddie barely has time to pretend he wasn’t watching it when Buck steps out in…
So not clothes, but not a towel either. He can’t decide if his prayers were half answered or if he was actually being cursed. Maybe he did believe in God.
Buck steps out of the bathroom in a robe that was definitely not meant for a man his size. A white, fluffy robe that barely came down to mid thigh and was slightly open, giving Eddie a nice preview of his chest. Soft hairs peaked out from it.
Eddie’s mouth was dry, and maybe open slightly. He was oogling, he’s very aware of that. Drinking in the sight of his arguably huge best friend in this tiny fucking robe. Okay, definitely cursed.
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Buck wears a bathrobe. Eddie loses his mind about it.
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Eddie doesn't make the decision, not really. He doesn't even realize what he's doing until he's already doing it, until his hand is on Buck's thigh—on the bare skin of it, feeling sticky, clinging sweat—landing too high up.
It's without conscious choice, when his pinky stretches under the fabric of the bunched up shorts, following hair and warmth. Eddie's heart stutters in his chest but, he isn't given a chance to worry, or think about stopping, because Buck's legs spread at the contact, and he melts, collapses completely into Eddie's side.
Eddie's breath catches.
His calloused fingers pass over soft skin, and his thumb squeezes and kneads into the toned muscle. It's involuntary, like a reflex, like Buck is his to touch, and has been his.
The heat must be getting to him.
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In the summer heat, denial is a hard thing to hold onto.
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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 rinibalko
06 Jul 2026
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‘You’re bi, right?’ Chloe says to Buck, raising her voice over the music playing slightly too loud in this bar.
Buck beams at her, it still feels fresh, an exciting thing to tell people, ‘yeah!’
‘What about your friend,’ her eyes cut to Eddie and Buck frowns.
‘Oh, no, he's—.’
‘Sure,’ Eddie speaks over him and Buck does an actual double take. Did he know that? He didn’t know that. He should have known that. Especially before they agreed to a threesome with this very pretty but totally random stranger.
Chloe is oblivious to his internal panic, it seems, although Eddie might have some idea, watching Buck closely, inscrutably, a smile ticking up at the corner of his mouth.
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Buck and Eddie have a threesome; it's more revealing than they might have intended. Or is it?