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smilingbuckley · 22 days
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Came up with an idea too good not to share
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evanbuckleyrecs · 5 months
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Buy Back The Secrets
Written by Allyasavedtheday
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Words: 18,808
Chapters: 3/3
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han
Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Memory Loss, Oblivious Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Accidental Dating, kind of, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, No Covid
Summary:
He casts his gaze to the right, to the voice he’d heard a minute ago and the hand still on his shoulder. And, well. Okay. So Buck may have just been unconscious for an indeterminable length of time but he doesn’t think he’s exaggerating when he says the guy leaning over his bedside is one of the most attractive people he’s seen in a long time. Especially when his face splits into a smile that rivals the brightness of the hospital lights that almost just fucking blinded Buck a second ago. “Welcome back, hotshot,” the guy says and it sounds fond – familiar – and Buck honestly has no idea who this guy is. His brown hair is dishevelled on top of his head and his eyes look tired but then Buck notices the LAFD t-shirt so- alright. Someone from the firehouse, maybe? But he’s pretty sure he’d remember a face like that. * After getting hurt on a call, Buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. AKA Buck can't remember who Eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends."
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bibibuck · 1 month
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evan buckley is such a funny person, i swear to god. he’s jealous of his best friend making another friend?his best friend eddie diaz? who made buck his son’s legal fucking guardian? who let buck see him at his most vulnerable and raw with tears streaming down his face and blood on his knuckles? eddie diaz who looks at him like buck is the beginning and end of his universe? eddie diaz who said his first name as if it was a prayer he practiced and practiced and practiced until it became his only creed?
oh evan buckley, you are a special one.
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Eddie *having a crisis*: Well, how did you know?
Buck: Know... what?
Eddie: That you liked guys as well as girls?
Buck: What do you mean? Doesn't everyone find everyone attractive?
Eddie:...
Buck: Don't they?
Buck: Don't they, Eddie?!
Eddie:...
Eddie: You know what, you deal with your crisis, I'll deal with mine.
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horribleprotagonist · 25 days
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so when are we getting the scene of buck going to hen and karen for advice about his sexuality and they sit him down with a glass of wine until he Realizes his crush on Eddie?????
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hisbucky · 2 months
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Buck, trying to act casual: You know, wouldn't it be cool if we started dating each other? Eddie: Hah, good one. That'd be funny. Buck, hurt: Why would you say that? Eddie, confused: Cause we already are? Dating. It's our anniversary next month? Buck: ...What? Eddie: What? Buck: You know what? That works for me. Eddie, snorts: Okay? Dork.
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iamharryhale · 9 months
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Buck: I just don't get it! Why didn't Dean get together with Castiel? They had such a good dynamic!
Eddie: Yeah
Buck: The whole development from we-don't-like-each-other-but-we’ll-still-have-each-other's-backs to I-would-literally-die-for-you!
Eddie: Yeah
Buck: All the married couple bantering and the eye-fucking!
Eddie: Yeah
Buck: I mean, Dean is clearly bisexual!
Eddie: Yeah
Buck: And okay, Castiel can be a bit grumpy and socially inept, especially when it comes to showing or talking about feelings, but come on!
Eddie: Yeah
Buck: It's so frustrating! Why can't Dean see it?
Eddie: Dean is a bit oblivious. But it's okay, Castiel still loves him.
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incorrect9-1-1 · 4 months
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Buck walking around shirtless.
Bobby: Buck! Come on, you can't just walk around like that.
Buck: I'm just walking to the locker room. It's not like we're on a call.
Bobby: It's distracting, someone could get hurt.
Buck: How could me not wearing a shirt cause an injury?
Eddie, walking down the stairs, immediately falling on his ass when he sees Buck.
Bobby: SEE?
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sadpanda · 24 days
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“You two guys are here together!” How long do we think it’s gonna take Eddie to realize they’re on a date 😭😭
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babygirl-diaz · 3 days
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Buck: Maybe… we could just skip dinner and go straight to dessert Eddie: But I'm starving. I don't wanna skip dinner. Why would you even suggest something so stupid? Buck: Yeah, why would I
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evanbuckleyrecs · 10 months
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Taking Smoke With My Coffee
Written by UisceOneLove (@wolfnprey )
Rated: G
Catagories: m/m
Warnings: none
Relationships: Buck/Eddie
Tags: Alternate-Universe Coffee Shops & Cafés, Awkward Flirting, Oblivious Eddie Diaz, Barista Evan Buckley, Evan Buckley is not a firefighter, Worried Eddie Diaz, Protective Eddie Diaz, Minor Injuries, Getting Together, Happy Ending, First Kiss, 911 First Kiss Week, Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Eddie Diaz is a Mess, Eddie Diaz is bad at feelings, Hurt Evan Buckley, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson is a Menace, Insecure Eddie Diaz, Team as Family, Firehouse Crew 118 as Family, Supportive Firehouse Crew
Words: 3,930
Summary:
"Order for Firefighter Diaz!"
Eddie knows that coffee runs have typically been deemed a Probie task. He did plenty of them when Bobby first recruited him to the 118. So, tradition dictates that it's supposed ot be Ravi getting them.
But Eddie gets to have a lot of nice things for himself. The things that make even his worst call days just a smidge better.
If anyone (Hen) is interrogating him for details, it's definitely the coffee he's referring to.
"I'm not in my gear, Buck," Eddie tells the barista when he approaches the counter.
The smile he looks forward to is waiting for him courtesy of the barista that makes even Eddie have to tip his head back a little bit to make eye contact. "Yeah," Buck drawls as he pushes the tray of coffee towards him, "but you're still on duty."
My notes: tHIS IS SO ADORABLE *SLAMS FIST ON TABLE* it made me grin so much. I love coffee shop AUs and this one was absolutely delightful
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diazfox · 15 days
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hey chat remember when this happened
Mr. Eddie "i'm a nester" Diaz, i'm afraid your commitmentphobia comes from the fact that you are already nesting with you bff
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Eddie: How do you tell someone you like them without telling them you like them?
Buck: I don't know, just compliment them?
Eddie: Have I ever told you how nice your hair looks?
Buck: Yeah, try that on them.
Eddie: They're really oblivious, though.
Buck: Maybe just tell them you like them, then.
Eddie: I like you, Buck.
Buck: Yeah, exactly like that!
Eddie:...
Chim: OH my god.
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aniilaff · 6 months
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eddie when buck came to the diaz household for a sleepover again.
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Timber Timbre
The firework that sets him off is probably a Roman candle, and way closer than all the other ones have been, by Hen’s estimate. Eddie is on the ground before she can say anything and Hen’s blood runs a little cold at the realization of what’s happening. 
“Eddie,” she says gently. “It’s still fireworks, it’s okay.” 
Eddie is squatting low behind the kitchen island, head down, and he’s visibly shaking. He nods jerkily, but his breathing doesn’t slow at all. Hen’s heart hurts, but she’s careful not to get too close. She’s well versed in many a mental health crisis, but what to do when your friend is having combat flashbacks feels a little out of her depth. She gets low with him, keeps her tone soft and even. “How can I help, Eddie?” 
His eyes are wild when they meet hers, his hands clenching around nothing like he’s physically clinging to the present. “Can you-“ he stutters. “Where is-? I need Buck.” 
Hen is on her feet as quickly as she can without startling him. “I’ll find him, okay? You stay right here.” 
Downstairs, Buck’s holding the heavy bag for Chim, saying something that was probably meant to be encouraging but comes out more antagonistic. Their shift into being brothers has obviously been going well. They both stop in their tracks when they see the look on Hen’s face. 
“Eddie needs you.” It feels important to say it the way he did.
Another firework goes off then and Buck pales. “Oh, shit.” 
Then he’s taking the stairs two at a time with Hen and Chim not far behind. “Kitchen.” She calls after him. 
Eddie is where she left him, but now his hands are pressed against his ears. Buck squats down in front of him slowly, ducking his head so he can catch Eddie’s eye. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s me, I’m here.” He says, like it’s definitely not the first time.
He looks back and Hen and Chimney, whispers, “Can you guys sit with us a second?” 
They nod, taking their places off to the left across from them, backs against the kitchen counter. Close enough if they need help, far enough away to keep their bubble intact. Hen’s grateful for the direction, and when Bobby comes out of his office, she waves him over, finger to her lips. He doesn’t question it, just squats down on Hen’s other side. 
Eddie shudders, breathes hard out of his nose. Says, “Buck.” Real soft. 
Buck nods, scoots closer at the recognition, reaches out to run his fingertips feather-light over Eddie’s forearms. “You’re in LA, Eddie. At the 118.”
Eddie gasps like he’s just reached the surface of water. “Doesn’t- doesn’t feel like it.” 
Buck grimaces. “I know. I know, let’s go through it, okay?” 
Eddie nods, once, lets Buck take his hands and keep going. “I feel,” Buck prompts. 
Eddie closes his eyes. “Panicked.” 
Buck nods, soft look on his face like pride. It makes Hen’s eyes water. Their boy has grown up so much. 
“Because the fireworks made me think about,” 
“The chopper going down. Getting shot at while the fire was burning. Greggs.” Eddie grits out through bared teeth. 
Buck rubs his thumbs over the backs of Eddie’s hands. “But if I look around I can see,” 
Eddie forces his eyes open with what looks like immense effort, trains them on Buck for a solid ten seconds before he looks around the rest of the room. “You. The 118. Bobby. Hen. Chimney.” 
He looks at each of them in turn. Hen nods encouragingly, waves a little, which seems to increase the recognition on his face. 
Buck smiles at him. “Yeah, that’s good, real good.” 
Some of the tension seeps slowly from Eddie’s shoulders, and Buck rewards it with a squeeze of their joined hands. “Tell me what day it is.” 
Another firework goes off in the distance and Hen wants to murder someone. Bobby looks like he’d help her without a second thought. The fucking audacity to set off explosives when you live by a firehouse is astounding. 
Eddie winces but Buck stays firm with him, tapping his fingers rhythmically against Eddie’s knuckles. “What’s the date, Eds?” 
“Fourth of July.” 
“Exactly. Which means,” 
“Morons.” Eddie answers, rote, like he’s been trained. The way Buck’s handling him right now, Hen supposes he has been. 
“You got it.” He praises, pressing forward until his forehead rests against Eddie’s. “Chris was excited, though, remember?” 
“Poke cake.” Eddie responds and Bobby smiles. 
Midwestern traditions often mystify Hen, but Christopher was so excited to make that weird jello cake with Bobby and Buck that she couldn’t help but decide she loved that one. They spent all evening in Bobby and Athena’s kitchen last night, making gratuitously American dishes that should be objectively gross but that Denny and Chris were wild for. Poke cakes with red and blue jello, things being called “salad” that have never and will never be salad, and burgers that were always a welcome staple in Grant-Nash cookouts. 
Buck is tapping his fingers on Eddie’s knees now, alternating as he prods Eddie to talk him through Christopher’s latest science project. Bilateral brain stimulation, her brain provides. Works for most long-term trauma treatment but can also be helpful during flashbacks. Evan “Internet Research Extraordinaire” Buckley certainly hasn’t been a slouch in this endeavor. 
As he talks through Buck’s prompts, Eddie is slowly relaxing, sitting up on his own a bit more but shifting closer to Buck, tension slowly bleeding out of him as he points out the things he knows, the things he can see, what Bobby made for dinner, what Chimney’s favorite show is right now, what class he helped Hen run flashcards for. It makes Hen’s heart grow too big in her chest. To know that they’re a part of Eddie’s recovery, of him feeling safe. 
“Where are you, Eddie?” Buck asks again after a few minutes of this. They’re side by side now, shoulders brushing as they lean back against the island cabinets. 
Eddie takes a deep breath, sags a little against Buck. “I’m in LA. I’m at the 118 firehouse. You’re all here with me. Everyone’s safe.” 
Hen smiles encouragingly at him, Chim says, “We’re here for you, man.” 
Eddie looks away, mutters, “Esto es tan vergonzoso,” color staining his cheeks. 
“Nuh uh.” Buck answers, firm. “None of that. No tienes nada de que avergonzarte.” 
Hen knows Buck spent a while in Peru. Bartending, she thinks. She’s heard him speak Spanish to people on calls before, but his accent has historically been horrendous. It sounds like being in the Diaz orbit has been helpful for that. Hen doesn’t speak Spanish well, but she’s been in LA long enough to get the gist most of the time. 
“Sorry you guys had to see that.” Eddie apologizes anyway, ignoring Buck.
Bobby shuts that down immediately. “Everybody’s got their demons, Eddie. We’re just happy we can help with yours.” 
He tells Eddie he should take the rest of the night, even as Eddie protests that he’s fine and he doesn’t want to leave them hanging. “It’s just a few hours, Eddie. Take him home, Buck?” 
Buck nods, looking relieved that he didn’t have to ask permission. Eddie still looks a little mortified, but it’s tempered by Bobby’s careful hand on his shoulder. “Get some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“When do you think they’ll give in and just get married?” Chim asks after Buck bundles Eddie into his Jeep. 
Bobby snorts. “I’ve had the paperwork ready to go for years.”
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blurredbuddie · 7 months
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*After the graveyard scene*
Buck: Why are you playing "I Can See You" by Taylor Swift on repeat?
Eddie: No reason...
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