i heard some dick was being mean to you

maria, adult

[goodluckeddie]

buddie is so cool. you’d think that mr frat boy rebel kid steals-fire-engines-to-fuck-in-them buck buckley would be the bad influence on mr military silver star single father ballroom dance champion eddie diaz. but in reality it’s mr illegal fight club changes-a-tyre-with-a-boot-on-it “we don’t need a key we’re firefighters” eddie diaz dragging mr loves baking loves kids goes-crazy-for-rules-and-clipboards buck buckley into shenanigans with him. beautiful <3

[eddiesmustache]

Eddie Diaz looking like Dimitri from Anastasia you will always be famous

[buick118]

umm not to be a buckgirl altho i AM a buckgirl but this ep was literally my buck #mybuck.... he's a bit stupid but he's got the spirit trying to go to confessional...he's desperately trying to be who he thinks he needs to be instead of just beingbuck...remembers patient's face from a call years ago...literally all he wants is to be with his family and the distance between them all is killing him...tries to cook for his hungryboys and instead has a meaningful conversation with pepa who IS his family bc he is eddie's family....well he's eddie's wife lbr got the groceries had a married spat in the kitchen and was soothed by their son coming home...he even fought fires....like...i love him...

[piningbuck]

why is it so hard to find fics i vibe withhhh. i'm getting emotionally blue balled :( i can't believe i'm the only person with a correct read on buddie, being right is so lonely :(

[gayeddies]

i love you eddie diaz in a button down who just wants to do things in peace but buck barges in and proceeds to be a part of it and supporting him unconditionally instead

[cranberrymoons]

like!!!!!!!!! he was not even going to call tommy. they had a shitty veronica-level bad horrible no good first date and buck was like well. guess i still suck at dating even though i’m bisexual now. :(. but then he tells eddie about it and inside eddie’s head is like the thunderdome. like kill bill sirens going off. because buck changed the rules!!!!!! he changed the rules. by coming out and saying it out loud. and so eddie tells him to call tommy. because he is speaking through a fog of battle smoke and bazooka blasts and fear. and his whole body feels cold and exposed but he doesn’t know why. and buck is like. okay? i guess i will call him. and he does. and then tommy spends the next 6 months dating him all the while knowing a thing that Buck doesn’t know. well two things actually. knowing that Buck is in love with eddie. and also knowing that eddie is an option for Buck. and knowing a third thing, which is that Buck is only dating him because he doesn’t yet realize that eddie is an option. And when it finally hits critical mass and he can’t take it anymore, tommy confronts Buck about all of this. and Buck gets immediately defensive in a way that only guilty people do. and tommy simply cannot help but scoff. oh my god.

[evansbucks]

RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO “EDDIE” DIAZ 9-1-1 - S08 E10 · Voices

[emziess]

Buddie + 𝑥4𝑥 aka dork4dork, broke4broke, awkward4awkward 9-1-1, S08B

[eddiesmustache]

[ryliversbuddie]

BUDDIE ★ S08E10 HUG

[bark-barkley]

um.

[bark-barkley]

also.

[hearteyesdiaz]

This one too apparently. Ok

[piningbuck]

wrote this for 118 Daily drabble and failed in a surprising way. this isn't 118 words, but it is 235. if you do some math (sorry to ask this of you), you'll notice i accidentally almosttttt did a thing.

word 80 - engine ✨ rated t

Buck drums his fingers on the steering wheel, the rhythm uneven, restless.

He’s hyper-aware of every shift Eddie makes in the passenger seat, every quiet sigh that escapes him.

Buck wants to reach over, say something that might ease the tension in Eddie’s shoulders—Chris’ll be happy to see you—instead, he forces his hands on the wheel, and his eyes on the road, and his mind off the sore, heavy spot at the center of in his chest.

If he talks—god forbid, if he touches—he’s not sure he’ll be able to hold himself together.

“You know,” Eddie says suddenly, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife, “you didn’t have to do this.”

Buck glances at him. “Do what?”

“This,” Eddie says, gesturing vaguely at the truck, the road, the two of them. “Drive me all the way to Texas. You’ve got your own life, Buck. You didn’t have to drop everything just to—”

“I wanted to,” Buck interrupts, sharper than he means to. He clears his throat, trying to soften the edges. “I mean, it’s a long drive.”

The engine hums steadily beneath them.

Eddie looks at him, expression unreadable. Then he turns back to the window, quieter when he says, “You’re a good friend, Buck.”

The words hit Buck like a punch to the gut. Friend. He grips the wheel tighter, knuckles going white.

“Yeah, well,” he says, forcing a laugh.

[piningbuck]

i simply have to drop this somewhere otherwise i'll never stop tinkering with it and tinkering is not Writing

“You want to fake-date me?” Eddie seems completely unfazed by the collective shock radiating from the rest of the table. “Why not? It’s not like I’ve got someone else to real-date.”

untitled fake-dating fic - scene #1 It’s probably bad that Buck finds the whole situation hilarious, but hey—one of the few perks of heartbreak is that the universe is supposed to cut you some slack if you happen to snort at the dismal state of someone else’s love life.

Of course, Eddie disagrees. He smacks Buck’s arm with the back of his hand, his expression a mix of exasperation and secondhand embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says to Josh, before turning back to Buck with a glare. “He’s sorry.”

And the thing is, Buck is sorry. But before he can say so, Josh lets out the sigh of a tragic hero. “No, do laugh,” he says, staring mournfully at the giant scoop of crème brûlée wobbling on his spoon. “I deserve it.”

Another smack from Eddie.

“I’m sorry,” Buck hurries to clarify, ducking behind his Prosecco—or maybe it’s Eddie’s?—to avoid the judgmental eye-darts being thrown his way from every corner of the table. “I mean, it’s not that bad. It could happen to anyone. Well, maybe not anyone, but—”

“It could definitely happen to you,” Hen cuts in. And—fair.

If Buck had run into Tommy and his amazing new fiancé at the grocery store and somehow walked away from the cereal aisle with an invitation to their engagement party, he wouldn’t have just invented a crazy hot boyfriend. He’d have faked his own death. At the very least.

Karen giggles, which is forgivable. True love does something to your brain chemistry that turns everything your partner does downright hysterical, or so he’s read. But then Eddie snorts too. 

Buck arranges his face into a wounded pout. “Hey!” He says, jabbing an elbow into Eddie’s ribs. 

The grin Eddie cracks at him—indulgent, warm, brimming with a fondness that feels almost unbearable—is enough to dissolve Buck’s outrage, along with every other coherent thought in his head. For a moment, the heartbreak fades, the air in his lungs stills, and all that’s left is the quiet, overwhelming pull of Eddie’s smile. 

If there’s one upside to getting dumped—again—it’s this: the way Eddie seamlessly slipped back into all the empty spaces in Buck’s life, as though they’d been carved out specifically for him. Buck hadn’t fully grasped how much he’d missed this kind of closeness—not until he found himself free to bask in it again without a trace of guilt.

“Let’s not get sidetracked,” Chim leans back in his chair. “What Josh needs is a Dermot Mulroney.”

Eddie frowns. “A what?”  

“A Dermot Mulroney,” Chim repeats, like it’s obvious. “You know, The Wedding Date?”  

“No idea what you’re talking about.”

Buck gasps, so scandalized he nearly knocks over his half-empty glass. “You’ve never seen The Wedding Date?”

Eddie gives him a blank look.

“Okay, okay,” Buck says, bending forward like he’s about to deliver the most important newsflash of the century. “Debra Messing hires this guy to be her fake boyfriend at her sister’s wedding, and then, plot twist, they fall in love. It’s a classic.” He’s already mentally blocking off Sunday for a mandatory movie night.

“Maybe this is how you find your soulmate,” Maddie suggests.

Josh groans, slumping back in the chair. “I don’t want a soulmate,” he mutters, staring at the ceiling like it might offer him an escape route. “I just want out of this mess.”

“It’s not a bad idea, though,” Eddie hums. 

Josh lets out a bitter laugh. “Oh, sure. Let me just pluck a male escort out of thin air.”

“I mean, I can do it,” Eddie says. 

Buck’s entire body locks up. His glass freezes halfway to his lips, and for a moment, he’s pretty sure his heart stops beating.

After a long, long beat of silence, Hen breaks the tension with a dry, “Are you gunning for Buck’s spot as ally of the year?”

Josh stares at Eddie like he’s just suggested skydiving into an active volcano. “Just to clarify,” he says slowly, as if speaking to a child. “You want to fake-date me?”

Eddie seems completely unfazed by the collective shock radiating from the rest of the table. “Why not? It’s not like I’ve got someone else to real-date.”

Josh scoffs, but there’s a flicker of intrigue in his eyes, like he’s already more then halfway convinced. “You think really highly of yourself, don’t you, Diaz? My fake boyfriend is supposed to look crazy hot.”

Eddie is wearing his sluttiest Henley—the blue one that’s at least two sizes too small, top buttons wide open. Buck can practically hear the slow, deliberate drag of Josh’s gaze as it sweeps over Eddie’s shoulders, down his arms, and across his chest. It’s the worst non-sound Buck has ever not heard, and he suddenly wishes he could unsee the way Josh’s eyebrows lift, just slightly, in approval.

“I mean,” Eddie says, shrugging with that infuriatingly casual confidence, “you could always ask Buck.”

The comment hangs in the air for a moment, and Buck’s brain stumbles over it. But before he can fully register what gave him pause, Josh glances at him quickly, almost as an afterthought, before his eyes snap back to Eddie like a magnet.

“Nah,” Josh says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ll do.”

Eddie laughs—low, easy, and maybe, just maybe, a little flattered.

Hen leans over to Karen. “What is happening?”

Buck sets down his glass with exaggerated care, like it’s a bomb that might detonate if he’s not careful. “Or—or, hear me out—we don’t do that.”

“Here we go,” Karen whispers back.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”  

Oh, there are so many reasons why not. But Buck’s brain is a tangled mess of half-formed thoughts and rising panic, and he can’t seem to articulate any of them. Instead, he just sort of. Flails. “Because! Because it’s—it’s weird! You don’t fake-date your friends, that’s, like, a rule.”

“What?” Chimney says. “I’d totally fake-date Hen if she asked!” 

“I appreciate that,” Hen raises her glass in a mock toast.

Buck’s stomach twists.

Something about this is wrong.

It’s not that Eddie is helping Josh. Eddie helps people all the time—that’s what he does. It’s that no one else in the room seems to think this is weird. Like, hello? Eddie is straight. What business does he have playing doting boyfriend for Josh?

“Okay, we’ll need to coordinate outfits. Something classic, nothing too matchy. And we’ll have to practice our backstory—”

Maddie laughs. “You guys are really doing this?”

“Of course we are,” Josh says, pointing a finger at Buck. “And you keep your weird friendship rules to yourself. Don’t you dare change his mind!”

“Nobody is changing my mind,” Eddie says, his voice steady and sure. “It’ll be fun.”

Buck forces a laugh, but it comes out all wrong—too high, too tight, like a rubber band stretched to its limit. “Yeah. Fun.” The word scrapes his throat, sharp and unpleasant. 

Eddie’s idea of fun apparently involves getting dressed up and playing pretend with someone else. Someone who isn’t Buck.

It’s fine. 

[hypoferrum]

buck buckley post breakup (miserable) and post eddie moving (going weirdgirlcrazy) starts going on dates to try and move on, and its a montage of men and woman of all appearances and personalities. and then its just men, and then its just men with brown hair and eyes, and then its just men with brown hair and eyes who are latino and who wear henleys and a watch of some sort. and its so subconscious that buck doesnt realize what hes doing but hes just so miserable regardless because hes single and for some reason these dates just fall so short of his expectations every time. for some reason. who knows

[piningbuck]

my main goal for the year is to write at least one fic and not care if it's good or bad and just have fun

[piningbuck]

it's been almost a month and half and i wrote 1k of something which is better than 0k of nothing

[ravipanikar]

EDDIE DIAZ in ‘May Day’ + y'all thirsting after him in the tags

[piningbuck]

my main goal for the year is to write at least one fic and not care if it's good or bad and just have fun