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Eddie Diaz and the Fine Line Between Friendship and Tattoo Appreciation by buckmeetsboy
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
08 Nov 2025
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Buck gets new tattoos. Eddie notices. He's totally fine about it.
Or: Eddie Diaz tries to be normal about Buck’s legs. It goes poorly.
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"I hear you, Eddie," Frank said slowly. "But, let me ask you this: Why does the idea of marriage with a woman make you so anxious? You’ve already created a family, in a way, with Chris. And... with Buck, haven’t you?"
Eddie stiffened at the mention of Buck. His mind immediately flashed to moments - silent ones, shared glances between the two of them, a lingering touch, a way Buck understood him in a way no one else ever could. But he quickly buried those thoughts. He couldn’t go there. Not now.
"I... Buck's not the same thing," Eddie said, shaking his head. "We’re just... we're friends. We work together. That’s all it is."
Frank raised an eyebrow, his expression one of quiet understanding. "It sounds to me like you’ve already built a family with Buck, Eddie. A partnership - two parents, one child. You’ve been there for each other. You've supported each other in ways that go far beyond just friendship. Doesn't that feel normal to you? Comfortable?
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Eddie’s journey of self-discovery begins when he buys a sex toy, sees Frank, and has a chat with Brian. Maybe a little bit out of the order but they help him finally understand and accept his sexuality.
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19 Oct 2025
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Eddie chooses joy.
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Buck says, “No. This one was all you,” and Eddie feels alive—he feels fucking alive, for the first time since Chris left, since Eddie blew up his entire life to chase him down instead of stepping up as his dad, since Eddie said goodbye to Buck on a rainy morning with cookies in his hand and a lump in his throat and Buck standing there, curls frizzy in the rain and eyes sad but mouth propped up with a smile, however weak and wobbly.
And Eddie can’t contain it anymore. It bubbles up in his chest, chokes the breath from his lungs, propels him forward.
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20 Sep 2025
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It's only when Eddie's touching Buck that he feels alive again.
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Buck can’t tell if Eddie is asleep on the couch. He’s tempted to go look, to see if he can find the catlike gleam of Eddie’s eyes in the shadows and know he’s not the only one still reeling—not just from Bobby’s death, but from that argument in the kitchen. Buck knows what he would have done in the past, were Eddie alone in his grief. Were it not Bobby who had died but someone Buck only tangentially knew, or hardly knew at all. He’d have cracked the shell Eddie always builds around himself, made Eddie talk about his feelings. Demanded to be let in and allowed to carry some of the load.
But they’re still standing at opposite ends of this damn tunnel. He doesn’t know how to meet in the middle, where the dark is thick with things they can’t say.
There’s a shift from the couch, a creak of leather. Then silence.
Buck steps into his bedroom but leaves the door cracked open, as he’s taken to doing since Eddie came back from El Paso. It’s an unspoken invitation he doesn’t actually expect Eddie to take. Before, because that’s not what they do. Now, because Buck can’t be what Eddie needs him to be right now.
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20 Sep 2025