cjo + 911
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Ravi: just got eddie diaz a date
May: oh no
May: buck crashout pending
Albert: unless it was with buck?
Ravi: no :)
May: buck crashout pending
Albert: buck crashout pending
Ravi: buck crashout pending
Or: Buck copes with Eddie and Hen working together in a really normal way.
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- Part 10 of 9-1-1 chat fics
- Part 1 of cjo + 911
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“Can you see a window?” Buck asks.
Eddie glances around. Nothing. Just darkness. “Ceiling caved in where a window probably used to be. No other doors. I’m—” he rests his head against the cement between them, sighing. “I’m stuck, bud.”
Silence ensues. For a few long seconds, neither of them says anything. Eddie is so tired of not saying anything. If he’s going to die here, he’s going to say the shit he’s been pushing down for years, even if Buck hates him for it. Buck deserves to know. Eddie deserves to have said it. Just once. Just fucking once.
He can’t die a coward. He already lived like one.
“I love you,” Eddie says, voice too quiet. On the other side of the wall, Buck’s breathing stutters. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, heart hammering. “I love you. I’m sorry I— I’m sorry I’m telling you now. Like this.”
Or: in what Eddie Diaz thinks are his final moments, he finally confesses.
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- Part 2 of cjo + 911
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Eddie wakes suddenly and violently, nearly throwing himself off the bed before he grasps at the sheets, eyes finding Buck in the dark.
Buck, who is sitting up in bed, panting, with a hand pressed to his chest.
“Buck? Buck, you okay?” Eddie rasps, voice thick with sleep.
“Racism wasn’t enough,” Buck slurs, barely coherent. “Had to frame me for murder, too.” A pause. Then, a huff of breath, followed by, “Naturally.”
Eddie blinks. Blinks again. “What?”
As if he’d never said anything at all, Buck lies back down, eyes already closed. Within seconds, he’s snoring.
Eddie wrestles with the urge to wake him again. Clearly, he’d been having some sort of nightmare, but— it seems he shook himself out of it? Probably?
“Okay,” Eddie breathes to himself, slowly settling back under the covers. “Night, then.”
OR: Buck has a nightmare about Tommy and subsequently breaks up with him. Unrelated to this (allegedly), Eddie dreams about The Bachelor.
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- Part 3 of cjo + 911
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“I’m trying not to make it about me.”
The words seem to stop Eddie in his tracks—but only for a fleeting moment. Then, “Okay, then let me.”
Buck blinks, ignoring the feeling of a single tear fighting past the edge of his lashline. Instantly, he swipes it away. “What?”
“Let me make it about you. Talk to me. I want to know what’s going on with you. I’m not gonna be able to focus on this god awful dinner if I’m worried that you’re alone, and upset, and—”
“I miss you,” Buck confesses, abruptly, because anything else he wants to say right now is too raw, too real.
Eddie exhales into the microphone of his phone. “Yeah. Yeah, I—I know. I miss you, too.”
“No, I miss you. More than I’m supposed to, I think.”
“I’m your best friend, bud,” Eddie tells him. “I think you’re supposed to miss me. We’re eight hundred miles apart.”
Miserably, Buck shakes his head. “Not like this.”
Or: Buck finally unpacks and stumbles across a box Eddie left behind, full of sketchbooks that Buck didn’t know he owned. He’s confronted, suddenly, with the fact that his best friend has been drawing him for years.
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- Part 4 of cjo + 911
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“You guys shower together regularly?”
Buck furrows his eyebrows. “Oh — um no. We’re just running late, so we figured this would be more time-efficient. Plus, you know, it’s good for the environment."
For a moment, no one says anything. It’s Julia’s duty, she fears, to give them both a horribly awkward thumbs up.
“Okay,” she says. She’s fumbling this; she knows she is. But she does not know how to tell two men who just showered together platonically that they showered together. Platonically. “Smart. Love the environment.”
Or: In the span of two months, Julia gets brutally dumped, loses her apartment to a fire, moves in with certified sweetheart Firefighter Buck Buckley, and successfully inserts herself into the lives of two firefighters who don’t know they’re in love. Not necessarily in that order.
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- Part 5 of cjo + 911
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“What do you want from me, Eddie? What do you want?”
“I want to know why you’re leaving.”
Buck’s eyebrows twitch, mouth tugging downward. “I can’t sleep in your bed anymore.” Fiddling with his napkin, he adds, quietly, “What am I supposed to do when you get a girlfriend? Sleep on your couch for the rest of my life?”
Eddie does not understand. What does any of that have to do with Buck?
“I’m not seeing anyone, Buck.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, voice fraught. “You’re not.”
Eddie gets the feeling he’s missing something. He stares at Buck, searching his features, looking for what it is. What will make Buck stop looking at him like this, like Eddie’s being mean on purpose? Like he’s saying all the wrong things?
Or: Eddie has changed. Buck likes him like this, too.
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- Part 6 of cjo + 911
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Dragging a hand down his face, Eddie says, “It was thirty seconds.”
“Of betrayal,” Buck says darkly.
A laugh bursts out of Eddie. “You’re–”
“I’m what?” Buck advances on him before stopping abruptly in the middle of the room. Behind him, the curry they’d been working on sizzles, oil burning. Neither of them does anything about it. “I’m right?”
“Jumping to conclusions,” Eddie grits out. He hates being cornered like this. “Like you always do.”
“Oh, okay,” Buck says, too brightly. “Same way you keep jumping through hoops to avoid saying anything you actually want to fucking say?”
Buck’s not being fair. None of this is fair. It’s not right, it’s not–
“Fuck you,” Eddie snaps.
OR: Buck and Eddie argue after Buck hooks up with a married couple.
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- Part 7 of cjo + 911
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“What do you want to do?” Buck asks. It feels like a safe enough question—something neutral, not too leading.
Eddie’s brain does not, apparently, think so.
“Touch— myself,” Eddie blurts, before his entire face flushes. He presses a thumb into the corner of his eye, nostrils flaring as Buck stares, jaw hanging open.
For a long, horrible moment, neither of them says a word.
OR: fate forces Buck and Eddie’s hands when they get doused with truth serum.
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- Part 8 of cjo + 911
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“We need to talk,” Buck says. He barrels straight past Eddie, who is very much still standing in the middle of the damn doorway. He turns to watch Buck pace into the room, door still open behind him.
Mildly, Eddie says, “Okay. Can we do that in the morning?”
“I have to— now. It’s urgent, Eddie. This is—this is serious, and I need to say it now, or I’m going to explode, and you’ll have to drive home alone and explain what happened to Maddie, and you’ll have to bury just—just chunks of me, Eddie. Buck chunks. It’ll be the most closed casket of all time. They’ll have to put my casket in another casket just to make sure no one ever sees me. It would—”
“Okay, hey, slow your roll—” Eddie closes the door behind him, turning to watch as Buck stalks all the way inside like he owns the place.
Or: Buck, after drinks with Dixie at the bar, is unable to go through with hooking up. He needs to tell Eddie why. Immediately.
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- Part 9 of cjo + 911
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Buck, predictably, answers within two rings. “Yellow. You’ve got Buck.”
“Hey, Buck.”
“You okay?”
Eddie lifts his head to confirm the state of his house. The orange tree is still very much there, amidst the wreckage of his home. The sole perpetrator, even.
“Sure,” he says.
Buck hesitates. “...Sure?”
“There’s a tree.”
“Where?”
“Inside my house.”
“Oh.” Eddie can practically see Buck’s eyebrows furrowing. “Like, you bought a tree?”
“No,” Eddie says. He hasn’t blinked since Buck picked up the phone. “It’s the orange tree.”
A beat of silence. “It’s inside your house.”
Eddie lets out an exhausted huff, leaning back in his chair. “Apparently.”
OR: there’s an orange tree. It’s in Eddie’s house.
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- Part 10 of cjo + 911
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Buck is confronted with the undeniable truth: Eddie Diaz, as it turns out, is beautiful both as a man and as a woman.
Fuck my life, Buck thinks faintly.
Unfortunately, his mild panic does not go unnoticed.
“You—you like me?” Eddie asks quietly, voice disbelieving. “Other me? Me as a woman?”
Buck turns wide, panicked eyes to Eddie. “No!”
“I know what your face looks like when you’re into someone, Buck,” Eddie says under his breath. “You’re—looking at her.”
“Politely. I’m polite,” Buck stresses. He bumps into the counter and comes to an abrupt stop. He realises only then, of course, that both Lady Eddie and Lady Buck are staring at him.
OR: Buck and Eddie crash the car. The universe, finally sick of their shit, kidnaps them.
OR: a totally, super-serious spec fic featuring inter-dimensional travel.
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- Part 11 of cjo + 911
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when the rain washes you clean (you'll know) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
11 Mar 2026
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Buck’s single, to boot, so he’s probably missing it. The small touches, the quiet intimacy of doing something as ordinary as showering together. Having someone take care of him.
Because that’s what Eddie’s doing. He’s taking care of him.
And apparently, Buck’s dick likes that. Buck’s dick, that Eddie is still making eye contact with.
It twitches, and Eddie blinks at it in Morse code.
S.O.S.
Buck makes a small noise, and Eddie, finally, tears his eyes away. He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he bites his tongue.
“Sorry,” Buck says quickly. His cheeks are ruddy, blush spreading around the rough scrapes. “S-sorry, it’s just—it’s been a while, and the cast—and, you know, I’m right-handed, so I can’t, and sh-sharing a bed, it’s—”
“It’s fine,” Eddie says. His voice comes out clipped, which is not what he wants. Softer, but no less awkward, he says again, “It’s fine. It happens.”
OR: Buck falls off a cliff. Eddie isn’t there to catch him, but he is there to pick up the pieces.
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- Part 12 of cjo + 911
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Buck: embrace the homo
Eddie: ?
Buck: hope of missing out
like. u know
instead of fomo
(fear of missing out)Eddie: I know what FOMO is.
But sure
Embracing the homo.Buck makes a very embarrassing, somewhat pained noise, on account of being very embarrassed and also in pain.
His phone buzzes again.
Eddie: I didn’t get dressed anyway.
Can’t exactly show up in this haha
[Photo Attachment]OR: Buck and Eddie go to San Francisco for a gala. There, in an unfamiliar city, they embrace the homo.
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- Part 13 of cjo + 911
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“So,” Buck says, head spinning. He’s really feeling the alcohol now. They definitely should have eaten something before drinking. “No women.”
Eddie fumbles as he sets the bottle down on his bedside table. “No women.”
“What about men?” Buck blurts, which is—crazy, because again: neither of them are gay.
They’re just two straight guys. Two straight guys in Eddie’s bed, tipsy, and—and Eddie doesn’t want to sleep with women. Which means nothing.
Beside him, Eddie goes preternaturally still. “I would know, if I—you know.”
“Okay.” Buck’s hands twitch at his sides. “I—yeah. Me too.”
Then, very seriously, Eddie turns to look at him. “If I were gay, you would be my first call.”
Warmth blooms in Buck’s chest. Eddie’s so nice to him. “Dude,” he says, touched. “You’d be my first call too.”
Or: a story set in season 2 featuring tequila, Just The Tip, and, finally, a kiss.
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- Part 14 of cjo + 911
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amourissima (you used to call me comme ça) by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
29 Mar 2026
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“Buck, seriously.” Eddie catches his eye, staring intently, attempting to beam the anxiety straight into Buck’s brain. “I know we’re both playing it cool, but… How are you not freaking out right now? I’m freaking out right now.”
Buck quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you didn’t panic.”
“I don’t,” Eddie insists. “But I woke up in the wrong body this morning, and I had to—” He lowers his voice, ducking closer to Buck. “I touched your dick, man. Which—you know.”
A violation of boundaries. A line that can’t be uncrossed. Something Eddie feels deeply guilty about.
“You touched my dick?” Buck asks, approximately one billion decibels louder than necessary.
The room around them stills.
Or: Buck and Eddie switch bodies. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 15 of cjo + 911