#9-1-1 on ABC

[911onabcbts]

‼️: Sob Stories synopsis has been released.

[deadnatura11]

There's no "straight" way to eat a Ring Pop but Eddie "Homotron 5000" Diaz managed to somehow choose the queerest way.

Cheeks hollowed...

Hand curled in a light fist...

Big, brown, beautiful cow eyes looking up through his lashes...

Buck needs to start getting serious -

[dadbodeddie]

why is everyone pretending buck having an older partner is delusional or impossible. buck dated a 42 year old woman in his mid 20s he's been a milf chaser since DAY. ONE. and you're gonna pretend he wouldn't snack on some half-century penis. sure

[funsizedshark]

9-1-1 episode posters but they're movie poster inspired 🎬 (in order: kill bill, chicago, it's a wonderful life)

[mattzerella-sticks]

You know when Buck gets married he's going to be an absolute groomzilla. Imagine this but in a tuxedo:

[cloudybuck]

i was telling my bestie abt buck and eddie’s tattoos, the ones that wrap around their arms and she said it woulda been cute if they were matching. i reminded her that buck has a ring and something in cursive, and eddie has a cursive ring. . . 😏

[dragcnbreak]

buck on his date with tommy

[smutrotsmybraincells]

Caught [Eddie Diaz x reader NSFW]

It was your day off today, but you still decided to show up at the station, wanting to spend some time with your friends as they all had a shift today. When you walked in, you could hear the voices coming from upstairs, they were probably all eating something Bobby cooked. You walked past one of the fire engines not noticing your boyfriend who was putting some stuff in the back of one of them. You made it up two stairs before Eddie's strong arms gripped your waist and pulled you towards him. 

"Wha- Eddie!" You let out, turning your head to look at him. You smacked his arm playfully. 

"Hey," he grinned, letting you turn around in his arms. His eyes roamed your body, noticing the tank top and skirt you had on. He raised an eyebrow at you, because you usually never wore skirts, always complaining that they're stupid and one blow of wind away from you flashing everyone. 

"What's up with the skirt?" He asked, finally hugging you. You giggled into his shoulder.

"Ah, nothing," You mumbled, hiding your face in his neck. He hummed, his hands moving from your back down to your ass. You felt the exact second he realized you had no underwear under your skirt. 

"Y/N," he groaned, hiding his face in your hair. You looked into his eyes, grinning mischievously. 

"Ed-" his lips were on yours before you could say his name. He lifted you off the ground and carried you towards the fire engine, opening the door but not climbing in. He put you down, sat on the stairs of the engine, and looked at you expectantly. When you tried to sit on his lap he moved one of his legs and pulled you down, so you were now on his thigh. You let out a surprised sound that turned into a quiet moan when he adjusted his thigh. The fabric of his pants was rough against your center, making you move your hips trying to get some friction without realizing. 

"Eddie, someone could see us," you said, your voice shaking with want. 

"Let them." He grabbed your hips, helping you grind on his thigh slowly. You leaned forward, kissing him to keep yourself from letting out loud moans. Eddie kissed you back, knowing this was the only way to keep you quiet. 

"I-" you moaned louder than before, feeling the heat inside of you growing. Eddie smirked and reached down to lift your skirt so he could see your wet pussy grinding on his pants, leaving a dark wet spot that kept only getting bigger on his pants. 

"C'mon baby, cum for me," he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the spot where you met his thigh. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming his name, your head falling back. You opened your eyes for a second, almost falling off of Eddie, but his grip on the side of your waist kept you steady. 

"Eds-" you whined, which turned his attention from your pussy to where you were looking. And there, leaning against the railing looking down at you stood Buck. 

"Cum for me Y/N," Eddie said, keeping his eyes on his best friend. You groaned and whined as you finally came all over his pants, soaking them in even more of your juices. Your whole body was shaking as you came down from the high. You could still feel Buck's eyes on you as Eddie slowly lifted you to your feet. 

"We got caught," you mumbled. Eddie grinned. 

"Yes we did baby," he helped you to get to your car, as he knew you wouldn't want to go up to the rest of the team after this. Just as you sat down in your car the alarm rang through the firehouse, making Eddie curse. 

"Go, I'll sit here until I'm capable of driving," you said pushing him away from you when you saw him deciding if he should stay here with you or actually go out to the call with the others. He rolled his eyes but turned around and ran into the building, grabbing his stuff and quickly getting into the fire engine with the others. 

What you didn't see were the questioning looks he got inside the engine as Hen and Chim spotted the wet spot on his thigh. 

"I, uh, I spilled a drink on myself, didn't have time to change before the alarm," he said. Hen laughed at him, Chim rolled his eyes mumbling something under his breath. He didn't see Bobby's reaction as he couldn't see him from where he was sitting. What he did see though, was Buck's smirk as he looked from the wet spot on his thigh to his eyes. 

"A drink, huh?"

[purgatory-jar]

How is he hotter covered in boils????

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[buddie2024]

Can I just say how much I love that oliver and the cast are explicity using the word "bisexual"? I feel like in most media when we see characters that experience this kind of attraction, they tend to not put a label on it, which is 1000% valid, but a lot of us DO use a label and there are so many stereotypes and misconceptions connected to bisexuality. It feels so nice to see the word and the identity being embraced and celebrated the way it is now.

[butraura]

sometimes I think about how Buck went out of his way to show off for Eddie and to Eddie in the gym and the basketball court and did the absolute most to get his attention... like you've been best friends for years and know each other intimately, arguably more than anyone else on the planet... you don't have to fight so hard Buck... Eddie will always come home to you...

[911onabcbts]

8x10 is called “Voices” and 8x11 is called “Holy Mother of God” ‼️‼️‼️

[deadnatura11]

I think it would be funny - in a post-BT breakup, Buck still oblivious to his feelings about Eddie world - if there was an episode where Buck tries to manifest his perfect partner into existence, and every reference to this practice is immediately followed by Eddie just showing up.

For example:

"I'm waiting for the universe to send me a sign."

"A sign about what?"

"About my perfect match. If I manifest hard enough, maybe the universe will point me to where I need to go?"

"Buck, the universe doesn't just... hand out relationships or - or signs to people who want it bad enough!"

Cut to Eddie walking up the steps of the loft holding a package.

"The new signs you ordered for the loading bay just arrived Bobby."

"Perfect. Let's see what they look like."

Buck is still talking with Hen and Chimney while this is happening behind him.

"I know it won't be, like, the universe will point an arrow at someone going 'This Is the Love Of Your Life' but maybe I'll feel a certain energy in the air... or a spark?"

Eddie takes a sign from out the box.

"What do you think?"

"I think you're holding it wrong. The arrow should be pointed down, not up."

Eddie looks and sees the arrow pointing at him. "Yeah, don't need anyone thinking they can just park on my face."

Anyway the episode kinda plays like that for 44 minutes.

[stelacole]

buddie incorrect quotes

Eddie: sniffing the air, suddenly alarmed "Is something burning?" Buck: leaning casually and seductively against the counter, smirking "Just my desire for you." Eddie: deadpan, pointing behind him "Buck, the toaster is literally on fire!" Buck: whipping around, panicked "Oh, crap!" grabs a towel and starts frantically fanning the flames "Why does this always happen when I’m trying to be smooth?!" Eddie: crossing his arms, amused but exasperated "Maybe because you can’t multitask to save your life?" Buck: shooting him a sheepish grin as he tries to save the toast "At least my feelings for you are hot, right?" Eddie: rolling his eyes, but unable to hide his smile "Buck, stop flirting and fix the toaster before we have to call 911." Buck: laughing, bit embarassed "Yeah, we'd never hear the end of it." Eddie: laughing, helping him "Nope, we would not."

[ashsfandomcorner]

Sleepless in LA by satashii

Fandom: 9-1-1

Ship: Buck/Eddie

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Words: 73,664

Site: AO3

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Summary:

Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls into one of those late-night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake, so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him. It turns out Christopher, and he have much different ideas of just who they need. Buck has had a terrible year.  His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive, and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope, but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone? A chance encounter on a pier, a tsunami, and a promise to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who, in another life, would have met very differently.

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Sneak Peak:

Christopher looks at him solemnly and nods before looking away again. “I don’t want to forget Mom,” he admits. “Mijo—look at me.” Eddie waits until Christopher does before he continues. “No one can replace your mom, okay?” “Okay…but you need someone.” “I’ve got you, and that’s more than enough for me,” Eddie insists.  Christopher is unimpressed. “I’m okay if you got me another dad—a boyfriend.” Jesus, he can’t believe he is hearing this. “I’m… another dad?” Christopher gives a decisive nod. “A boyfriend like Addie’s first dad has. If we both like him, maybe you can marry him eventually, and I’ll have two dads.” “Hold on—Mijo! I….” Eddie mentally flails as his mouth hangs open. “I…” “Aunt Sophia says you like both boys and girls. Mom was a girl, so—“ “Oh my god,” Eddie mutters, scandalized, rubbing his temples. He is going to kill Sophia. Eddie had been curious once upon a time, but there’s only been Shannon since high school, and then they’d had Christopher, and he isn’t the type to go looking outside of his marriage. There’d been no time for ‘exploring your sexuality’ before he’d had a family to take care of. Then it hadn’t been something he thought about as it wasn’t important until his son is asking him if he likes both men and women and Eddie doesn’t have a straight (hah!) answer for him.  “I… if you wanted a girlfriend,” Christopher is hesitant now, “I… I would have to like her.” “I’m not replacing your mom. Nobody could replace her,” Eddie repeats, shoving thoughts of even attempting to date ever again aside. 

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TW:

Grief/Mourning

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Link:

Sleepless in LA by satashii

[mattzerella-sticks]

entendre (ao3 link)

Chimney asks Eddie a very innocent question: How's Buck's head?

Chimney first sought out Buck after arriving at the station. When Chimney couldn’t find him anywhere, he instead looked for Eddie. There was a higher-than-average chance for Buck to be wherever Eddie was. If Buck wasn’t glued to Eddie’s hip, then at least the other man might know where Chimney should search next.

               Eddie sat alone on the couch upstairs, until Chimney plopped down beside him.

               “Chimney,” Eddie said, closing his book. “Morning.”

               “Morning, Eddie.”

               “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

               “You know where Buck is?”

               “And you think I do?” Chimney hit him with a baleful stare. “I’m not his keeper.” He dialed up the intensity of his gaze. Eddie cracked. “…He’s doing a coffee run cause our machine broke.”

               “Our machine broke?”

               “B-Shift,” Eddie shrugged. He shifted in his seat, drawing his knee up and turning to better face him. “Why are you looking for Buck?”

               “Wanted to ask him something…” An impish grin crept itself across Chimney’s face as he eyed Eddie anew. “Though I guess I can ask you, too.”

               “Ask me what?”

               “How Buck’s head is?”

               If Eddie had been eating he would have choked. Had he been drinking Eddie would have spit it everywhere. Fortunately for Chimney, all Eddie could do in response to his question was shut down and then power back on as a spluttering, stuttering mess.

               After a few false starts and unintelligible muttering, Eddie finally squeaked out – “How would I know anything about that?”

               “Well, you saw him yesterday? Didn’t you?”

               “I did, but…” Eddie had lowered his voice now, glancing about the room. Only no one paid them any mind. “How do you know?”

               Chimney blinked. “Because Buck told me?”

               He mentioned it on his way out after babysitting Jee last night, when Chimney and Maddie were coaxing him to stay and let Chimney look over a nasty bump on the back of his head he got knocking his head into an open cupboard door because he and Maddie returned earlier than they planned and surprised him. “It’s fine,” he muttered. “I’m fine. I’m on my way to meet with Eddie, anyway. If it gets more serious he’ll handle it. You know how he is with this kind of stuff.”

               They let him go because they understood. If Eddie suspected there was more of an issue with Buck bruising his noggin, Chimney doubted Buck would even be working today.

               Still, Chimney had to ask. Maddie made him promise to report back to her before she let him leave that morning.

               What Chimney didn’t know was why Eddie would act squirrely about a diagnosis. Unless.

               “Shit,” he hissed. “Is it really bad? Is that why he’s out getting coffee?”

               “What? No! No…” Eddie paused, taking slow, deep breathes. With every rise and fall of his chest, his face grew less and less red. “He’s… it’s good. Really good. Seriously, there’s been no complaints here. The coffee and how he – and that… have nothing to do with each other.”

               “Okay?”

               Eddie leaned in closer, his heavy gaze locked with Chimney and setting alarms off in his brain. Why? Chimney could not think of a reason. “So?” he said so softly Chimney strained to hear him. “You know?”

               “Course I know,” Chimney replied. “I was there when it happened.”

               Eddie’s eyes bugged out wide. “The whole time and you didn’t say anything?”

               “It’s not like it happened all that long ago?”

               “And Maddie…?”

               “…Knows, too.”

               In an even more shocking progression to their conversation, Eddie releases what Chimney guessed was the most weighted sigh he ever saw him give and offered him the blinding white smile hiding behind it. “That’s great,” Eddie told him. “I’m glad you know. That someone knows.”

         ��     “Knows what?”

               Buck had walked in at that moment, holding a cardboard tray with three coffees. He leaned forward and handed two of them away, one for Chimney and the other for Eddie.

               “You know what,” Eddie purred.

               Chimney gagged. “What?”

               Then Eddie, holding onto Buck’s wrist, guided his hand close and pressed a feather-light kiss against the knuckle as he accepted his drink.

               Buck flushed at a faster rate than Eddie had. “Eddie!”

               “It’s okay. It’s only Chimney.”

               “Yeah! Chimney!”

               “But he knows.”

               Buck rounded on him. “You know?”

               Chimney didn’t know what was happening earlier. But the pieces had come together pretty handily these past few seconds to inform him of the picture. A pretty obvious picture. How had he not known?

               “You two?” he gasped. His eyes bounced between a tomato-faced Buck and a slowly paling Eddie. “You’re –“

               “Chimney! Eddie!” Buck spoke over him. “I need your help fixing a wobbly bunk. Now!”

               Both men grabbed an arm and lifted Chimney from his perch and hustled him towards the bunks, with Chimney able to catch a quick glance of both Hen and Bobby looking at them with confusion. Not enough time to signal for help as his friends undoubtedly dragged him to the bunks to murder him and keep their secret safe.

               When Eddie shut and locked the door after them, neither man murdered him. Immediately.

               Though their desire to was palpable, especially with Chimney – practically shouting – “How long have you two been dating?”

               “Keep your voice down!” Buck whisper-yelled at him.

               “Dating! You two!” Chimney accused, “How long?”

               “A few months,” Eddie supplied. “But you said you knew –“

               “I didn’t say anything of the sort!”

               “You asked me how Buck’s head was?”

               “Yeah, because he –“ Chimney froze. He shuddered. “Why would you think I was asking you about that?”

               “I don’t know! That’s why I was caught so off guard!”

               “But why do you think I’d ever want to know about Buck’s sex life?”

               “I guess I – I thought it was you trying to be funny? To let me know that you knew…” Eddie clucked and cut his hand across the air. “Why were you asking about Buck’s head anyway?”

               “Because he hit it yesterday before he left my place.”

               “He did?” Eddie’s glare moved from Chimney to Buck. “You did?”

               “Buck didn’t tell you?”

               “In my defense,” Buck quickly spoke up, “it stopped hurting by the time I made it to your place.”

               “You drove while it was still hurting?”

               “It’s not like you asked me how babysitting went right away,” Buck scoffed. “No, you jumped me at the door, and conversation happened a few hours later.”

               Chimney gaped at them. “…Hours?”

               They had almost forgot about him. Almost. Of course Chimney’s fat mouth would draw them from the edge of a lovers’ spat.

               “You,” Buck prodded his chest. “Can’t say anything about this. To anyone.”

               “Even Maddie?”

               “Especially Maddie!”

               “…It’s not like she wouldn’t be happy for you.” He glanced to Eddie, “For both of you.”

               “It’s not because of that,” Eddie said. He ran his palm across his chin. “We know that there wouldn’t be any issue from… any of you.”

               “Then why keep it a secret?”

               Eddie didn’t answer. He looked for Buck to speak.

               “Because we’re still in the early stages of it. Navigating and… figuring shit out,” he explained. “Only Chris knows about us.”

               “And me.”

               “And you.” Buck squinted, his finger becoming sharper, thicker, as he poked the space above his heart. “So here’s what’s going to happen.”

               Chimney winced.

               “You’re keeping this secret for us, too, now. Got it?”

               He propped one eye back open. “That’s it?”

               “That’s it,” Buck nodded. “You say nothing until we’re both ready for people to know about us. Understand?”

               “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.”

               Neither Buck nor Eddie appeared remotely confident in him.

               “I can do it!”

               “Promise.”

               “Yes, yes. I promise.” Chimney batted Buck’s finger off him and brushes the invisible print from his shirt. “Now can I go, or do Bert and Ernie have anything else they want to say?”

               He pushed his luck, he was aware, but the twin expressions of disdain were far too hilarious for Chimney to care. Chimney didn’t wait for their approval. He darted back into the main bay while tossing a saucy wink over his shoulder.

               So distracted, he nearly ran into Hen.

               “What was that all about?” she jerked a thumb at the bunk door, which had been closed yet again after Chimney sprinted away.

               “It’s kind of a funny story…”

               Chimney almost did it. He really did. If he hadn’t had caught himself, Hen would be in on the secret, too.

               But Buck and Eddie would never trust him with anything, ever, again.

               He sighed. “But Eddie and Buck explain it better,” he said, pushing the excuse onto them to imagine.

               She didn’t seem to believe him regardless. “You sure?”

               “Yeah.” He guided her up the stairs. “Let’s go see what Cap’s got cooking, huh?”

               Chimney will do his best to keep this secret. He’ll redeem himself from the last secret he tried to keep. Nothing will pry this from him – not even a bomber.

By the end of their shift, everyone knew about Buck and Eddie. But Chimney insisted it wasn’t his fault, even as Bobby led the two to his office for them to fill out paperwork.

               He had only told an innocent bystander trapped in her car, to keep her awake while the others fetched the saw and the jaws. Except, at the angle he laid inside the crunched plastic frame, his radio was accidentally pressed and the morning’s misunderstanding got broadcast to the entire squad.

               The key word – accidentally – being highly stressed.

               How was he supposed to know what happened? He didn’t find out his story was carried over the airwaves until they pulled the woman from her car, and he shimmied out after her, and once he was on his feet again Chimney caught Buck glaring his way, holding the saw and aiming it toward his neck.

               How was he supposed to know?