#*Eddie Diaz

[wtfj0sten]

eddie🌈diaz🌈

[evansbucks]

RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO "EDDIE" DIAZ 9-1-1 - S08 E08 · Wannabes

[cherikschessboard]

“gay couples can’t baby trap each other!”

not with that attitude

[saryasy]

Buddie: Futile Devices

@buckgettingstruck @eddiessillyrabbit @livingincolorsagain @buick118 @butchdiaz @lookforthehunter

@singitforthegirls @jacobglaser @queerprincesseddiediaz @outdiaz @tvuniverse @sunflower-eddiediaz @tidesreach

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[jayhsketch]

I'll be like one of your girls or your homie.

[chenfordsbee]

RYAN GUZMAN as EDDIE DIAZ in season 8, part 1 of 9-1-1 on ABC

[hurtingbuck]

[chappelroan]

911 gif meme: [1/6] Characters ☆ Eddie Diaz "I spent the last few months trying to put away a lot of things from my past and move on. What I’ve learned is, you can’t carry someone else’s weight. It’ll take you under."

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: Dude, that kiss was amazing- Buck: I'm gonna stop you right there. Eddie: You didn't like it? Buck: I did, but my tongue was down your throat a minute ago, and you're calling me dude? Eddie: Oh, sorry about that, babe? Buck: That's better.

[confessionseddie]

3.16 | The One That Got Away

[livingincolorsagain]

Buck finds him in the bed of his truck, lying down, one arm folded under his head as he stares at the sky.

It’s a pleasant night, just on the right side of chilly; a clear, dark sky scattered with twinkling stars.

They’re at the tail end of their shift, and the midnight blue of the sky is soon going to get bright, the stars will disappear, and they will both go home.

Buck leans on the truck, stares a little more, wondering if the clench of his heart is ever going to ease away, knowing it won’t.

“Stop staring,” Eddie says, and he doesn’t turn to look at him.

Buck smiles. “Room for one more?”

Eddie turns, looks at him with a raised eyebrow, then uses his free hand to tap the empty space next to him in invitation.

Buck climbs up and lies down next to him, copying him. There is a few inches between their shoulders, but their hands brush, and Buck’s fingers spasm with the feeling. He knows that maybe he should pull his hand away, leave some space between them, but Eddie doesn’t pull away, and Buck follows his lead, keeping his hand close; not close enough to touch, but close enough that the closeness is like sparks on Buck’s skin, lighting him up inside.

The quietness stretches, blankets them, as the wind picks up, the cold intensifying; like it’s putting up a fight it knows it’s going to lose once the sun breaks through the horizon.

Eddie says, “I’m going to miss you,” then pauses, takes a deep breath, “I think I already do.”

And Buck feels the words land in his chest like sharded glass, his heart splintering like an old piece of wood that needs to be sanded down.

He closes his eyes against the burn, his throat closing, and it takes him too long to open his eyes and say, “I’m going to miss you, too.”

Eddie sits up a little, locks one arm in place and rests his head on his palm. He has a gentle smile on his face when Buck turns to look at him, and Buck suddenly feels caught, trapped with nowhere to go, and when he opens his mouth, he says,

“We can always, y’know, look at the stars. Together.”

Eddie’s breath hitches, his face going slack before he looks away, down at Buck’s chest then back to his face.

“Yeah?” he asks, a little breathless and a lot surprised.

“Yeah,” Buck says, sitting up so he’s looking down at Eddie. “Just, every time we miss each other, we’re only a call away. We can still look at the stars together even if you’re in Texas.”

The light overhead flickers, yellow and gentle, a halo over Eddie’s head as he sits up, pressing his back to the side of the truck, one knee pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around it.

He looks small, vulnerable, and Buck’s heart aches so bad he fears he’s going to keel over from the weight of everything he feels every time he looks at Eddie.

Eddie asks, “What if I’m missing you in the morning?”

Buck blinks, looks up at the sky, back at Eddie. “The stars are still in the sky in the morning,” he says faintly, “we just can’t see them because the sunlight from the sun is so bright it overpowers the light from the stars.”

Eddie smiles. “I’ll call anyway, then.”

“Yeah,” Buck goes to say, the word catching in his throat, so he can only whisper when he says, “I’ll call anyway, too.”

[dudesrysly]

So, I made an edit based on this post on TikTok. You can watch it on page if you’d like 🫶🏻

“You said you did this last year, why are you just telling me now?”

“Because, Evan,”

[bobbysfirehose]

morning heat and shower steam

this idea literally popped in my head randomly and i decided to draw it, that’s it

was unsure whether to make buck call eddie ‘eds,’ ‘babe,’ or ‘eddie’

so i just ended up turning it into a silly catcall nickname because i think buck would do that

[emziess]

I don't want to miss out on any more of my son's life. 9-1-1, S05E17 vrs S08E08

[buckbuckleybegins]

This whole Tommy Kinard fiasco is the perfect example of how male-centric fandom is bc female LIs have been hated and had every kind of poison thrown at them (some even written in fics) for being much much much much much less of a shitty person. Ana was literally just a woman who made one potentially ableist comment and people were writing her as if she was an absolute MONSTER. Like can you imagine if Ana had a racist/sexist past? If she left Eddie on the curb for not being ready to date for whatever reason? If she almost outed someone through a shitty joke? If she consistently was shown to not give a single rat about what Eddie likes? People would be making petitions to have her executed in canon. And yet Tommy fucking Kinard has done every single one of those things in canon and he’s got one of the most rabid and annoying fanbase ever. Just bc he’s a white man who was kissing another man.