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He’s fairly sure, in some faraway part of his brain, that Eddie doesn’t mean for him to climb onto the couch, slot his legs between Eddie’s, and collapse on top of him — Eddie’s chest his new favorite pillow.
He does know that’s probably not what he meant. But it is what Buck does.
Or, Buck's so, so tired. What's he supposed to do but take a nap on top of Eddie?
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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.
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Gay Thoughts: A New (Nissan) Frontier
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“I’m just saying, you definitely don’t look old enough to have a teenager,” the dad says, nodding towards Chris again. “How old are you, kid? Fourteen?”
Chris is staring at him now, too, grip tight around his crutches. “Fifteen?” he says, but it comes out more like a question than a genuine answer. He’s just as confused as Buck feels.
The dad lets out a low whistle. “Seriously, man,” he laughs, talking to Buck again. “Fifteen? You look good. I bet your wife is jealous as hell, though. It’s like you copy and pasted yourself.”
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh, I’m not—” Buck starts, his brain finally catching up to this confusing conversation. “He’s not—“
The dad’s eyes grow wide. “Oh,” he breathes, wincing. “Oh shit, my bad. I just assumed—I mean, you two just look so much alike.”
evan buckley vs the universe
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"Please say something,” he begs both Chimney and Hen – resting back against the wall, and with the same grimace on her face.
“Uhmmm,” Chimney buffers. “...Life finds a way?”
Buck glares down at him. “Can you not quote Jurassic Park right now?”-
Pregnant Buck Week: Day 7 prompt 'buck gets pregnant after the first time he and eddie have sex'
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23 Feb 2026
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Eddie narrows his eyes at her suspiciously as she continues to sit there in amicable silence, seemingly conducting some sort of psychological warfare on him.
“Why did you bid on me?” he blurts.
“We never get to hang out one-on-one,” Maddie answers with a shrug. “And you’re very important to a lot of people who are very important to me. So I figured it was about time we did.”
“You spent sixteen hundred dollars,” Eddie reminds her.
Maddie shrugs again. “I was feeling charitable.”
OR: Deciding it's finally time to interfere, Maddie uses the LAFD's Bachelor Auction to win herself some one-on-one time with Eddie.
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23 Feb 2026
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the punchline to the joke is asking "someone save us!" by drunkonyou
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
22 Feb 2026
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Christopher can’t do this. His hand is broken, his legs are going all shaky the way they do before they give out, and he’s barely in high school! He’s fifteen! He can’t even drive yet, probably won’t ever be able to, and he’s had to see his dad and Buck on the brink of death so many times since he was a kid that he’s starting to really get sick of it.
Christopher can’t do this. He can’t deliver a baby. Doesn’t it make any difference that he’s just fifteen?
or, A dead mall, a hostage situation, and a baby. This is not how Christopher planned on spending his last day of summer vacation.
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The motel with only one bed, apparently.
“I’m sorry, what?” Eddie asks, blinking to make sure he’s heard him correctly. “There must’ve been a mixup. I’m sure our captain asked for two?”
“Howard Han, right? LA?” The guy at the office asks. David, his name tag reads.
“Yes,” Buck says, sounding strained.
“Nope—one bed. He specifically said one bed.” David blinks at them.
“I’m going to kill him,” Buck mutters.
— buck and eddie go on a roadtrip.
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22 Feb 2026
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Six-ish weeks ago, he’d fallen into bed with Buck after one of the scariest days of both of their lives; after Buck had made sure that Eddie didn’t lose his baby.
And now—
Now, because of Eddie, they both might lose another one.
— one night together, a miscommunication of epic proportions, and six weeks apart before their lives change forever.
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Buck lifted the carrier a little, as if the answer might appear underneath. “Because—okay, hear me out—someone needed help.”
Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “Someone.”
Buck nodded emphatically. “Someone. A very small someone.”
Eddie did not move. He did not blink. He did not give Buck an inch of space to start running. “Buck.”
“Eddie.”
“I am going to say this once,” Eddie warned, voice low, “and then I am going to say it again, louder, when you pretend you didn’t hear me. We are not getting a cat.”
Or Eddie Diaz and the cat he said he didn't want
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“I didn’t hit my head,” Eddie shakes his head free with an irritated huff and shoots Buck a glare. “Stop deflecting. What are you sorry for?”
(the flashback, the freeze,
the shove,
the dull, sickening thud of Eddie’s body taking the hit meant for him)
Buck swallows; where does he even begin? There is no stopping the barrage once he opens his mouth. The guilt will spill out messy and humiliating, and he will cry, and he will abase himself, and he will beg for forgiveness even though he is undeserving of it.
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19 Feb 2026
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“Your safety is my priority right now. How long have you been thinking about this?” he repeats.
Eddie wants to tell him that it only happened yesterday, but then he thinks about quarantine, and when Shannon died, and when she left for LA after he was discharged, and when he found out Chris was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, and when Shannon told him she was pregnant, and when he was ten and his dad yelled at him for crashing his new truck because his mom was in labor and nobody was around to take her to the hospital. He thinks about how he wanted to disappear every time, wished for something to kill him so that he didn’t have to face his fears, deal with reality. It hits him like his dad’s truck hit the tree.
“Since I was in elementary school,” he admits breathlessly.
Also known as, the eddieravi bestie fic that quickly turned into a character study
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Eddie lets himself break a little, now that the only thing that can keep him upright is here, breathing heavy against his neck. His stomach coils tight, and the heat from Buck warms Eddie up from the inside out. His arms comes around to Buck's shoulders, and he tugs him a little closer.
When he huffs a breath out against the top of Buck's shoulder, it comes out choked, and Buck whispers something against his neck before he repeats it, louder.
"Hey, it's okay. We're gonna find him."
Buck separates them, still holding both of his arms in a death grip, and Eddie looks into his eyes, seeing the fierce conviction behind them before he says it again.
"We're going to find him."
Eddie has to believe that. For himself. For his son.
And for Buck.
____________________________Or, Chris gets kidnapped. Eddie and Buck fight against the odds and themselves to find him.
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And here’s the thing. If Buck was paying just a little more attention, he probably would’ve clocked what the pain in his middle meant a lot sooner. It wouldn’t change the outcome, sure, but he’d at least be ahead of the curve.
The worst part is that it’s all rather obvious in retrospect, because the signs are all there. The flickering lights. The gymnasium air rippling and warping like heat off pavement. The dark patches on everyone’s suits and dresses.
He should’ve seen it.
But all he sees is Eddie. Everything else is just white noise and set dressing.
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Or: Buck's never been to prom.
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“Tommy said what?” Eddie’s voice was low, controlled.
Buck chuckled nervously. “He called you his competition. Said he wanted to get back together since the ‘competition’ was out of the way.”
Eddie looked straight at Buck. His expression faltered, just for a second, before he schooled it back into careful calm. Just like that, Buck lost any hope that they could laugh this off and forget about it. Eddie knew exactly what Tommy meant by that, what it meant about Buck.
“Buck…”
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“Who the hell is Evan?” Buck asks.
“Ummmmm, you?” Eddie draws in his bottom lip as a giggle makes an attempt at freedom. Doing this while wine-tipsy is making it significantly more difficult. “That’s your name.”
“That’s not my name to you.”
“That’s the name on our marriage license.”
What if you were GAY and at WINE NIGHT and you called your husband his LEGAL NAME to win MONEY… Eddie Diaz can relate.
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14 Feb 2026
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Eddie looks across the sofa to see Buck’s chin cradled in his hands as he watches them instead of the screen, and Eddie hides his face in Chris’ hair because Buck can see the heat on his skin.
As easy as it is becoming to let Buck in, it astonishes Eddie when Buck is so open and vulnerable with them too. He’s just spent the day taking care of Chris and now he’s smiling so softly and sincerely just watching Eddie and Chris relaxing together. Eddie’s heart beats quickly in his chest and Christopher squirms a bit when he hears it.
“Are you okay, Dad?” Chris whispers. Eddie nods against the mop of curly hair that he should probably schedule a haircut for soon.
“I’m really good, Chris.”
or Eddie rejoins the 118 following the events of season five, slowly finds himself, and realizes along the way that he's in love with his best friend
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13 Feb 2026
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Dear Captain Nash,
I know this email is kind of out of the blue, but I didn’t know who else to reach out to. I’m not even sure how to start this email. One time Buck and I signed up for this pen pal program, but the kid in Maine I was writing with gave up after two rounds of letters. It was during my ancient Egypt phase and I think I scared him off with my questions about mummies. Buck told me I was too cool for him anyway.
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When Chris starts going to church in Texas he reaches out to the only person he can think of who might have some answers, meanwhile Eddie uses his email to try and talk to God, and Buck... well Buck online shops mostly.
A season 8 rewrite told only through email.
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12 Feb 2026
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“I…I know I’m late,” Ramon starts, “and I understand if there’s no place for me. But I would really like to come to your wedding. If you’ll have me.”
Eddie stares at him. This is the outcome he’s been hoping for since the day his mother reluctantly confirmed that her RSVP for one wasn’t a mistake, but now that it’s happening, Eddie doesn’t know what to feel. Relief? Joy? Anger?
Shock overshadows everything else, leaving him mostly numb. “You’ve had months to decide,” Eddie says incredulously. “Why now? What changed your mind?”
Ramon reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. “Buck,” he says simply.
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When Eddie's father refuses to come to their wedding, Buck is determined to change his mind.Inspired by Schmidt and Cece's wedding on New Girl!
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And maybe it’s exhaustion from hours upon hours on the road, and patchwork sleep that never got deep enough to even matter, or too much shitty coffee and gas station food. Or maybe it’s the fact that they didn’t bother to turn on the lights when they walked in, and the shadows are always kinder, combined with Buck sounding so earnest, and maybe a little bit heartbroken. But no matter the reason, Eddie can feel his anger draw back slowly, like the ocean pulled by the tide.
“I know, okay?” Buck breaks the silence again, cutting Eddie off before he can open his mouth. “I know it’s stupid. We had a good time, we had fun, that’s – that’s all it was supposed to be, right? A getaway. I know this last year changed things. We can’t just go back. I–I–I know that. It’s just sometimes I –”
His voice breaks. Eddie can almost picture the fragments of it hitting the floor.
“Sometimes I’m wondering if I still even have a best friend or –”
Eddie winces. “Of course you still – Jesus Christ, Buck.”
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Forced into a hundred and thirty cubic feet of space for a thirty-hour drive – something’s gotta give.
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“You miss me that bad that you needed to pretend you wanted ice?” Eddie asks.
Buck is leaning against the ice machine and balancing the bucket on his hip. “Yeah, because this little clandestine meeting was my idea.”
“I’m just making sure my water is cold. You want me to drink warm water?”
“Far be it from me to deny Eddie Diaz anything he wants.”
Buck and Eddie end up at a motel on their drive back from Nashville and spill all their romantic secrets.