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Eddie Diaz x Male reader

Oliver Stark x Male Reader

MEET THE BOYFRIEND E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: Hiya love! I hope you like it :))

Summary: Eddie feels nervous as he is about to introduce his new and first boyfriend to the team, luckily you're there to help him.

Eddie Diaz x Male!reader - (No specific pronounces used)

Warnings: nervous Eddie, anxiety and fluff!

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"Are you ready?" You asked softly. A smile tugged your lips as you saw your nervous boyfriend fiddle with his hands. His nose crinkeld as he nervously wandered around you. The hem of his shirt was crooked but he didn't mind. His hair was combed neatly in place and a small flush creeped up his cheeks.

He was nervous and it was killing him. You didn't blame him, first introductions were always exciting. Eddie had arranged a small get to together with his friends and it was the first time he brought you with him. You were the last to arrive, everyone was already chatting away inside but something stopped Eddie from going in.

You tried your best to figure out what was stopping him from going inside, maybe you could help him or calm him down. "They know I'm coming with you right?" You asked, suddenly feeling unsure about your part in the matter.

"Yeah ofcourse." Eddie replied honest, walking back over to you. "They know I'm bringing someone." He paused, suddenly feeling uncertain about what he was gonna say next. His brows knitted together. He wanted to place his hand on your chest but pulled it back before it could touch you. You looked at him with confusion, feeling yourself getting nervous, eagerly waiting for words to leave his lips.

"They just aren't expecting a boyfriend." He admitted. Eddie rubbed his forehead, a way for him to process the nerve wracking anxiety he was going through. You looked at him, a little shocked from his last minute confusion. "Oh." You muttered out.

Eddie swallowed tickly, feeling unsure about your responds. "It's not that they're gonna be surprised. I mean, I'm hundred percent sure they know. I-I just never confirmed it." He ranted, his hands making small gestures as he tried his best to explain the situation. "It's just me being scared I think. It's a first you know. I mean, I never done this before. I'm still figuring everything out."

You were Eddie's first boyfriend. He never dated a man before but he always knew there was more. He just now figured it out, especially after meeting you. The minute he layed eyes on you he knew that there was much more blooming then just friendship. Sometimes when talking to you he even was afraid that his heart would jump out of his chest. You started going out and made things official, bringing you to this moment; meeting each other friends and family. Eddie had already met your friends, you even had the chance to meet Christopher, who gladly welcomed you with open arms. So you weren't really nervous yourself about meeting Eddie's team. Hearing from his stories you knew you would make a positive impression.

But for Eddie, it was indeed a scary situation. He assumed everyone would already know that he was bringing a boyfriend with him, he never felt the need to come out. He knows the team would be 100% supportive, hell he wouldn't doubt it for a minute, but for him it was still a scary step. It was a first. It had nothing to do with you. Just with himself. His entire life he had fought for the approval of others. His father, his mother, his family, his friends. He just likes to be reassured that everything will be alright and that he's doing the right thing. He just sometimes needs a little push. It's a new world for the Diaz and you promised him to help him figure things out, help him find his way.

"Babe, you're going to be fine." You assured. "I know it's scary and I know you're afraid of their reaction but hearing from your stories, I think you're gonna be okay." You placed your hand on his shoulder, your thumb softly caressed his cheek. Eddie couldn't help the small flush from appearing on his cheeks as he leaned into your touch. You felt his body relaxe. He looked at you, a loving, but nervous, expression on his face. "They're your friends Eddie, I'm sure this would go just fine." You said. "I'm here for you. We will go in together when you're ready, just take your time."

Eddie nodded his head, the corners of his mouth turning upward in smile. He looked at you, grateful for your reassurance. The little push in the back that he needed. The confirmation that he was going to be okay, no matter what. Eddie leaned foreword, giving your lips a short kiss. His hand leaned on your side. His nose bummed against yours as you leaned in for a longer kiss. He smiled at the action, his hand trailing up to cup your cheek.

"Are you ready?" You asked as you both catched your breaths, your foreheads leaning against each other, not ready to let go yet.

He smiled, grabbing your hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. "I'm ready."

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HI HEY HELLO i have a little blurb and i wanted to share!!(and it kinda pertains to a work event i had yesterday💀)

So you know how the first responder units have little events where they gather around a park or smth with their trucks, and parents bring their kids to look at them?? Well imagine evan buckley with that sjdbsjbd. He’s just having so much fun with the kids, lifting them up to see the cool parts of the firetruck, passing out little candies, talking the little ones through what they do every day, and you’re like “oml i cannot WAIT to have this mans children.” (Was literally me last night giggling about him)

OPEN HOUSE E.B

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: This idea was honestly so cute!! I got so excited reading and writing it! Thank you so much for requesting love <33 Buck with kids always makes my heart jump vgcxgcc

Evan Buckley x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: FLOFFFF PURE FLUFF and unedited hehe

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Buck always loved the idea of an open house. Once a year opening the station to the public, talking about the stories you all shared on shifts, seeing kids bubble up with excitement as they see a firetruck. Buck loved it, he proudly called it his favorite day of the year.

You had been greeting people all morning, handing out some information flayers about the department while showing off the ambulance. A bright smile played on your lips as you saw your boyfriend standing next to the firetruck. He was explaining a story to the kids standing around him. You couldn't make out what he was saying but you rolled your eyes as you saw him mimic what looked like being electrocuted. (too soon?)

"I'm sorry?" A little boy interrupted your train of thought. He looked at you with big eye's, pointing his finger at your paramedic patch that was neatly sew on to your uniform. "Can I help you?" You asked softly, kneeling down Infront of him.

"I wanna be a firefighter." He said proudly.

"Really? That's cool! What's your name?"

"Robin!" He eagerly exclaimed.

"Well Robin, do you wanna see a firetruck?" Robin nodded his head with excitement. You got back up, fixed your uniform and offered the boy your hand. He gladly accepted, walking with you over to Buck who had just waved goobye to the kids he was talking to.

"Hello Buck." You greeted. "Robin here wants to be a firefighter."

Buck let out an exciting gasp, mimicking the smile that was plastered on the young boy's face. "Hii Robin! Do you wanna see a real firetruck up close?"

Robin held out his hands, silently asking for Buck to hold him. Buck grabbed Robin on his arm and immediately went to explaining all the different functions of the truck. The boy leaned on his side, carefully listing to everything Buck had to say.

Buck was a natural when it came to kids. You saw it with Christopher and Jee-Yun. And honestly you couldn't wait to have some of your own. Buck had mentioned it once or twice that he saw you both as parents and honestly you couldn't agree more. Especially after today.

You watched in awe as Buck helped Robin in the firetruck. He mimicked the sound of a siren, making you and Robin giggle loudly.

"There you are!" Two young mothers made their way over to the truck. Waving at their son in Buck's arms.

"He's a natural." One of the mom's complimented. "I haven't seen our son so quiet and focused in a long time."

"Yeah he is." You smiled, admiring your boyfriend. He really is.

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Bring Me Home [Bobby Nash]

Pairings: Bobby Nash x GN!Reader

Characters: Bobby Nash

Summary: Bobby goes to Venice beach after a hard 48 hour shift

Warnings: mentions of death, angst, sadness

Note: This is a lot shorter than what I normally write but I had an itch to write something based on My Heart is Buried in Venice and this scene came to my mind hope you guys enjoy being hurt as much as i do ._.

My Heart is Buried in Venice | Ricky Montgomery

The waves crashed quietly against the shore while the water reflected the sparkling stars. Bobby dropped his phone in the sand and sat down facing the ocean. He hadn’t slept properly in 48 hours, the end of a long shift filled him with restlessness and an inability to close his eyes. So he stared at the horizon, where the water met the sky and the stars and moon danced in their reflections.

It had been a difficult few days, the team was all feeling it, he only hoped that after taking the time to speak with each of them they felt a little better than he did.

He felt the sand shift next to him and when he turned his head he saw you squatting down into a seated position to join him.

He frowned, he hadn’t told anyone he was coming here.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked simply, turning back to look at the rippling water.

“You always come here when you’re upset,” you shrugged. “Thought it was worth a try.”

He nodded his head and continued to stay silent. You gave him a moment to adjust to your presence before carefully moving closer to him and holding his hand that was nearest to you, fingers intertwined.

You knew why he came here. Somewhere that seemed so unlike his usual scene. He said his heart was buried here. You never really knew what that meant, but it made it a little easier to find him on days like this.

Bobby leaned a little closer to you, his head finding a comfortable place to rest on your shoulder. His attitude over the years had changed so strikingly compared to the closed off, reserved, and efficient fire Captain you had first met, and for that you were grateful. You held him close and pressed a kiss to his temple,

“You don’t have to be strong for me,” you whispered. “Not like you are for everyone else. You know that.”

He nodded his head slowly, his composed façade cracking with every word and action of compassion and comfort.

“It’s his birthday today, isn’t it?” you asked and Bobby nodded again, a few tears managing to slip through.

“He would have been 17,” he whispered, the first time he had spoken up since you first arrived. “I used to promise him and his sister that I’d bring them here someday.”

He sniffed and squeezed your hand a little tighter, shutting his eyes so his tears couldn’t glisten in the moonlight.

“I wish I brought them here when they were still alive,” he choked slightly on his words, “But all I ever did was spread their ashes here.”

You shut your eyes, fighting back your own tears while he trembled against you.

“I’m just so tired,” he broke down into tears, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You let go of Bobby’s hand and pulled him closer to you, cradling his head gently.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I-I’m-,”

“Shh,” you hushed him gently. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Bobby was always everyone’s shoulder to lean on, but that never meant he was immune to what came with the job. Just maybe a little better at hiding it than everyone else.

“You’re allowed to be tired,” you told him. “Allowed to not be okay, you’re allowed to miss them, Bobby. But you’re not allowed to deal with this alone. There’s always someone out there who cares for you, whether it’s me, or Buck, Chim, Hen, Eddie. We all love you. I love you.”

It wasn’t an uncommon exchange of words between you and your teammates, but something this time made it feel different.

Bobby nodded his head again and wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his sweater.

He lifted his head from your shoulder and turned to look at you. It was clear you could both do with a little rest and relaxation, but this was one of those moments where life goes on, with or without you.

He gently cupped your cheek with his hand and leaned down slightly to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too.”

You closed your eyes for a moment at the sound of those words. It was the best way he knew how to say thank you for looking out for me. You took his hand in yours again and pushed yourself up off the sand.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

He followed your lead and grabbed his phone from next to him, before walking with you, side by side away from the shore.

All those times, spent alone by the water and all he ever really needed was someone to bring him home.

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Never Going to Hurt You Again | Evan (Buck) Buckley x reader

Summary: An ex doesn't like that you have a new boyfriend. You seek comfort in Buck after Brad had showed up at your apartment.

Warnings: abuse, cursing, short asf

You finally made it to Buck's building. You're not really sure how as the last 20 minutes have been a blur.

You raise your hand to knock.

You're shaking. Your eyes transfix on the blood all over your hand.

You bring it to touch your slightly stinging lip.

More blood.

You drop your hand. Should you even be here? Should you even bother him with this? It might make everything worse. He said it would before he left your apartment 20 minutes ago. But as if going through the motions, you're outside your boyfriend's apartment door anyway.

The adrenaline is slowly leaving your body, making you feel the throb on your cheek and the soreness on your arms.

A gift and reminder, as he had put it. From your ex-boyfriend – Brad Thorn.

The abusive ex that no one knew had turned violent. Honestly, you had felt embarrassed to be in that situation and didn't want anyone to know. And then by the time you come to learn his assholery wasn't your fault... You didn't feel like you should bring it up 8 months after the fact.

It had started with a thrown water bottle. It had escalated to leaving bruises where they wouldn't show up. After 3 months of it gradually getting worse, you had broken up with him.

For the most part, he surprisingly had actually left you alone. You had a feeling he was somewhat stalking you, but you had no proof of it. You've seen him too many times for it to be a coincidence, but he's never came up to you.

But then you started dating Evan (Buck) Buckley. The sweetest man on earth. Meeting through his sister, Maddie, you two had hit it off pretty quickly. You see each other almost every day, no matter if you are working or not.

These past few months have been the best with Buck. He was nothing like Brad.

30 minutes ago there had been a knock on your door. Thinking it was Buck that was knocking, you had opened your door, not thinking for one second it would be your ex. Brad's foot caught the door and shoved himself inside before you could slam it in his face.

You physically flinch as you think about his grip on your arm, backhanding you, and yelling how only he is good enough for you.

You don't want to think about what would have happened if your neighbor didn't bang on the wall between you, threatening to call the cops. Brad left you clutching your face with a "this isn't over, bitch."

You hear shuffling around on the other side of the door - probably Buck putting on his shoes before grabbing his keys. He was supposed to come pick you up at your house so you two could go out to eat some lunch.

Your phone rings.

Buck baby ❤️ lights up on your phone.

You pick up. "Hi."

"Hey baby," Buck says through the phone and through the door in front of you. "I am walking out the door n–"

Buck comes to a halt as he swings the door open, only to come face-to-face with the person he is on the phone with.

He blinks, his brain trying to catch up with the marks he sees on your face. Your arms.

"What the fuck."

Buck quickly pulls you into your apartment, taking both your phones and setting them on the table.

"Baby, what happened? Who did this? Where?"

You finally let a tear escape. Then another. And another. You were safe. You were with Buck.

Buck wipes your tears away, careful where a red mark was visible on your cheek. He hated seeing you cry, and whoever did this was going to pay.

"Baby," he moves you to sit on the couch as he gets on his knees in front of you. "You got to tell me what happened."

"It was Brad," you finally say through the continuous stream of tears.

Buck furrows his eyebrows. "Brad? Your ex, Brad? He did this to you?!"

You sniffle as you nod your head. "He... he did it toward the end of our relationship. I - I thought he was leaving me a-alone."

You almost flinch with how mad Buck looks right now, but you know Buck is not Brad and could never be Brad.

Buck stands up abruptly to almost stomp over to his phone on the counter.

He barely texts 'I need to report an assault. Come to my apartment ASAP.' to Athena before Buck is already by your side again. This time sitting beside you, bringing you into a hug.

Still with tears streaming down your face, you latch your arms around Buck.

"It's ok, baby. He's not going to hurt you ever again."

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WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO?

WHAT WOULD THIS WORLD DO? FEM!READER X EDDIE DIAZ

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: while waiting in the waiting room to hear about his best friend, eddie thinks about what the world would look like without her, one he doesn't want to live without.

inspired by what would this world do? by maren morris

cw: death, swearing, blood, graphic injuries (please let me know if i missed anything!)

lowercase is intentional! wordcount: 1.2k

a/n: this is the end of the hq series <3 i wanna thank everyone who’s supported this series this last year, i cannot wait for my next one !! thank u thank u thank u <33

IT WAS ONE SIMPLE CALL.

a call that shouldn’t have gone so far south as it did.

a simple 9-1-1 call for an elderly woman needing medical attention, turned into eddie diaz performing CPR on his best friend, trying to save her life. she had taken two steps back into the street, not seeing a car speeding towards her, before she got hit.

eddie watched in horror as her body flipped, the gut-wrenching scream y/n had let out, before her head hit the pavement, and she was out. he saw the life immediately come out from her, and her breathing come to a stop, before the 118 was able to do anything.

“c’mon!”eddie yelled over the commotion of sirens in the distance, knowing bobby had just called for backup, “c’mon peaches! don’t give up on me now!” the sirens got closer, but eddie never stopped. he refused to. not where there was a chance he could get his best friend back to life.

“eddie!”

eddie’s head swung back as he was pulled away from the h/c girl, ready to fight whoever had grabbed him, before he saw it was buck, and the paramedics from the 113 had taken over, loading y/n up into their truck and speeding off.

“what the hell!”eddie shouted, feeling emotion rise up in him, “where are they taking her?!”

“to st.johns.”buck told him calmly, trying to keep it together for the both of them, but deep down, he was scared beyond belief for the girl he considered to be like a sister to him. “i almost had her back!”eddie felt tears prick at his eyes as he swallowed the sob that threatened to escape his lips, “i can’t lose her.”

“i know.”buck squeezed eddies shoulders, trying to comfort him the best he could, “we’re going to meet them at the hospital. we’ve gotta be strong for her.” eddie nodded, locking down his emotions before walking back towards the truck, seeing something shimmer from the corner of his eye.

walking back towards the road, eddie crouched down, before letting the piece of metal slide through his fingers. his brown eyes glanced down, seeing the angel wings y/n always wore around her neck, splattered with blood.

his hands shook as he walked back towards the truck, trying his best to stay put together for not only y/n, but the rest of the 118. ‘she had to be okay. she had to.’ eddie thought as they sped towards the hospital, sirens and all. he didn’t know what he would do without her.

and he didn't want to know.

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IT HAD BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE THEY HAD GOTTEN TO THE HOSPITAL,

and still no word on y/n, leaving eddie sitting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, with an uncomfortable feeling, one he absolutely hated.

his fingers ran over the jagged metal wings, with his leg bouncing anxiously up and down, thinking over all the times he had with y/n, and what she would miss if she wasn’t here. glancing up for a moment, he noticed someone walking by with a peach in their hand, causing his thoughts to stop racing for a moment.

peaches.

it was a nickname only eddie had called the woman, after a spur of the moment meeting between the two, and y/n southern drawl had poked out. he had soon learned the girl was from georgia, and had left for the same reason he did.

to get a new start in life.

it took awhile, but the two had become vital in each other’s lives. from y/n picking up chris from school when carla couldn’t, to eddie giving y/n a place to live after she got kicked out from her apartment. they meant so much to each other. she was the glue that held the 118 together.

life would go on for everyone. the brides would walk the isles in june, the evening news about fires the 118 had put out that day would continue running, they would continue going out to calls, but it wouldn’t be the same.

not without the girl from athens georgia that he loved, and his son absolutely adored. how was he going to tell chris? how would he explain that the woman his son looked up to, spent so much time with and adored so much was gone?

‘no.’ eddie thought, shaking his head slightly, refusing to think of the worst outcome in this situation. he refused. y/n was going to be fine, and he knew it. she had to be.

he knew there would be constants in life, with the sun setting into the ocean every night, picking up chris every friday and taking him out for ice cream with buck, but the only constant he wanted in his life was at risk.

what was his world going to do without her?

eddie didn’t know, and he refused to know.

it felt like hours before a doctor came out, and the entire 118 rushed towards him, hoping for the best news possible.

it was the bloodied scrubs eddie first noticed, making him sick to his stomach knowing it was her blood, and then he noticed the look on the doctor's face, knowing something wasn't right. the final nail in the coffin was the words that came out of his mouth next.

“her injuries were too extensive, there was internal bleeding, and we weren’t able to stop it.”the doctor told them, and eddie saw bobby, hen, and chimney’s face’s fall.

“so what are you saying?”buck stuttered, and eddie felt tears prick at his eyes once more, not being able to stop them from falling this time, knowing what the end result the doctor was about to say.

“i’m sorry, we couldn’t save her.”

eddie felt his heart shatter in a million pieces as he stormed out of the hospital, and he could hear the cries of his coworkers behind him, knowing this was about to destroy all of them.

she couldn’t be gone. she couldn’t. he couldn’t lose her. he refused to.

but here he was, with a loud sob ripping through him as he sank against the truck that sat outside the emergency room, realizing he had just lost the girl he loved the most.

what was he going to do without you?

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To Let You In | Buck

♡ Pairing: Buck/Gender Neutral!Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff, Hurt Comfort, First Date ♡ Word Count: 1k+ ♡ Warnings: Anxiety, Insecurity ♡ Summary: What’s the best way to do a first date? Vent to him about how nervous you are to actually date him! ♡ Note: For you @hauntedmilkshakeghost! I told you I’d write this for you so long ago and I am so sorry it took forever. I hope you enjoy it boo.

A soft sigh escaped as you, foot fidgeting as you peered outside your car’s dashboard, eyeing the upscale restaurant in front of you. It had been a few minutes since you arrived, yet here you sat instead of going inside.

What am I doing? God, I should just go in. Buck is waiting!

Yet, despite what you told yourself, you remained firmly planted in the car. Normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal to meet up with Buck. The two of you had been friends for half a year now and shared tons of meals. However, there was something different and new about today.

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hi, babes! i was wondering if you could possibly write a Buck imagine where the reader has awful parents, and is just comforting ? sorry if not! i’m also sorry if you’ve already gotten this request, my asks don’t send a lot - 🪐

FIX THE FAMILY E.B

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Author’s note: Hiya love! Sorry it took a while but here u go :)) I hope it's a bit what you had in mind. I love soft buck :(

Evan Buckley x gender!neutral reader

Summary: Your sister started a project to 'fix the family' and you're not sure how to feel about it.

Warnings: mentions of bad parenting + bad upbringing and toxic family relationships but comforting buck <33

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"Not again." You sighed, cursing under your breath as you saw your screen lid up. A blue text message covered the happy lock screen picture of you and Buck. You didn't even have to guess to know who it was from. Your sister had been bugging you all night about a family dinner. You had already politely declined 3 times but she kept pushing. You didn't blame her, your upbringing was a complete different story then hers.

She still had contact with your parents, even visits them every few weeks and she made an unofficial promise to 'try and fix the family.' As much how you despised the idea you couldn't fully blame her for trying. She was the youngest and the most successful and very clear the favorite.

You love LA, your life is here now and you don't feel the need to fix anything. You are happy where you are. You build something here, something personal and safe and your not ready to see it all fall apart again.

"Everything alright?" Buck asked, his head peaking through the door. You sighed, gently throwing your phone on the countertop. Buck's brows knitted together as he slowly made his way over to you. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Without saying a word, you tiredly leaned your head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving a soft kiss against your temple. "I don't know." You sighed. "It's my parents."

Buck knew you didn't have a fantastic relationship with them but the topic didn't come out often. Just like his parents. You had talked about your shared struggles but you both didn't like unnecessary mentioning it since it was such a heavy subject to touch for the both of you. You both just didn't wanna push anything. But when it did, when the topic came up in conversation, you both were as supportive as ever. Buck especially, you couldn't ask for anyone better in your life then him.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He comforted, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "It's fine." You brushed off. "My sister just thinks she can magically fix the family. I'm surprised they even let her try."

"Maybe they don't know."

"Yeah probably. I haven't seen them in so long. Why now? Why suddenly does she wants to change things now?"

"Have you asked her?"

"No not yet." You admitted, playing with his hair. "Last time I talked to them was Christmas eve."

Buck thought back at the memory and gave you a kind sympathetic smile as he recalled how the evening ended. It was a messy day full of nasty remarks and bitchy comments. First they didn't approve of your job, then of your boyfriend and then they felt the need to break everything else in your life apart. The list could go on forever. It was just horrible. Your brows knitted together as you tried your best to block out the memory. A sigh left buck's lips, he hated seeing you like this. He hated that he couldn't do more to help you. "They treated you afwul, y/n. It's okay not to forgive them."

"I know."

"I didn't forgive my parents." He admitted. "And I honestly don't think I ever will."

"If you want to contact them again, wait until your ready and when you truly want it for yourself. Not because someone forced you to. The same happend to me, I wasn't ready and it turned out into a big big mess." You fell quiet for a second, Buck was right but you had to take a moment to let the thoughts in your mind process everything. You went over every scenario about how that reunion could go before confirming that it wasn't time yet. You weren't ready. And that's okay. Maybe you'll never be ready and that's okay too.

You brushed away some of Buck's hair that had fallen in his face, your hand rested on his cheek before you leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "Thank you." You said softly before giving him another kiss. The buckley gave you kind smile. "Come on. I'll make you some dinner. It It will help you clear your head."

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The team was gathered at your house. Your husband, Eddie, standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head. The two of you watch as Christopher, your step son, plays with Denny and Buck.

“Let’s have a baby” Eddie whispers, pulling you out of thought.

You laugh a little and turn to face him. Arms draped over his shoulders, his own your waist.

“I’m serious, I’ve been thinking a lot about this“ Eddie said

This caught you off guard. You two had been married a little over a year, but together 5. You had never discussed kids. You always assumed he was content with just Christopher.

You just look at him, you don’t know what to say.

“Are you sure? I mean we never really talked about it before.” You finally say.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life” he says smiling, he leans in and kisses you.

#p: eddie #p: x reader #g: parenthood #ft: drabbles #tw: pregnancy

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Tomorrow Holds Such Better Days

Fandom: 9-1-1 Word Count: 2,472 Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, firefam (mentioned) Warnings: major trigger warning for depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide and overdosing with pills. If you are not in the right mind frame to read this please skip this one. Summary: After your depression worsens, you decide to take things into your own hands and end your life, but will a message to your family be enough to save your life? Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry (if you want to be added or taken off the list, please let me know)

Thank you @floralbuckleys @firemedicdiaz and @bucketofbarnes for all of your help, support with writing this <3

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You were no stranger to depression, having struggled with it off and on for a long time. The constant, agonizing feeling of sinking, as if you were watching everyone around you swimming up for air but there was a constant weight dragging you down. You didn’t want to die, but sometimes it just felt that going to sleep and never waking up or an accident on the job taking you out would make it easier.

Life had just gotten to be too much. Truly, sometimes you just thought maybe it wasn’t for you. Maybe you were just one of the unlucky ones that life didn’t work out for. With those constant thoughts plaguing your mind for days, you had finally made up your mind to end your life and made peace with it. If self-preservation had taught you anything, it was that maybe you should be terrified. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Usually you would have reached out to someone before it got to this point. You would have phoned Eddie, Buck or Bobby, or even the family you’d gained through them, knowing they’d all been through their own struggles. Any one of them would have dropped what they were doing to help you. But again, no matter how hard you tried to pick up the phone, typing and backspacing messages asking for help, the voice in your head was just too loud and fed you all the usual lies.

‘You’re a burden,’ ‘No one cares.’ ‘Why are you so needy?’ ‘They have their own lives and issues to worry about without adding your burdens to them.’

You didn’t want to put your issues on them anymore, scared of the judgment, the looks and the pity they might give you. Not when they had their own problems and lives to deal with. If you were being truthful to yourself, maybe you didn’t want to tell them because if you did they would stop you and you weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted.

This just felt like the best option; for you, and for them.

You opened your phone, sending a text to Bobby first to let him know you couldn’t make it to work again. It was the second shift in a row that you’d missed, and even now you hated the fact that you were letting the team down. A few moments later, your phone started pinging with a few notifications from your friends.

Hen: ‘I hope you feel better soon <3’

Chim: ‘Feel better, let me or Maddie know if you need anything :)’

Buck: ‘Me and Eddie will swing by to check on you with some soup after shift, do you need anything else? xx’

You cursed yourself for lying to them, once again forcing the attention on yourself. The guilt only added to your decision and with one last text to the group, that was it.

‘Thanks for always having my back guys. Appreciate and love you all.’

You hit the send button, leaving the phone on your coffee table along with a hastily scribbled note explaining your decision and apologizing.

To everyone else, the message you’d sent seemed normal. They’d pocketed their phones and gone about their normal duties, checking inventory and cleaning, but something in Buck just didn’t sit right. He’d read the message over and over, trying to convince himself that everything was okay, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

You’d opened up to Buck about your past a few times, your parents, even your therapy. He thought you’d been doing better but he’d noticed your downturn in mood lately; how quiet you’d been, how your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, even as you laughed at his and Chim’s jokes.

Buck made his way to Bobby’s office. “Hey Cap, is it alright if me and Eddie swing by y/n’s place?”

Bobby didn’t miss the concern plastering Buck’s face, being able to read him like a book and knowing something wasn’t sitting right with him.

“What’s going on?”

It didn’t take him long to quickly explain his worries, the warning signs, and that he wouldn’t feel okay until he checked on you.

Bobby mentally kicked himself for not putting it together sooner, knowing the warning signs from his own experiences when Hen and Buck had almost had to break his door down for him years before. “Take one of the med kits and keep me updated.”

Buck practically flew out of Bobby’s office, calling Eddie as he ran to grab one of the spare medical kits and monitors from the storage closet.

“I’ll explain on the way, we need to go. Now.”

“Y/N, can you open the door for us?”

Buck pulled out his phone, willing his hands to stop shaking so he could unlock the screen and call your number. Eddie leant in closer to the door as they heard your familiar ringtone. With no answer or signs of movement, Eddie pulled out the spare key you’d given him.

As the pair walked in, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The place was relatively tidy but there was no sign of you being there. Buck called out your name once more, his worry only growing as he was met with silence.

“Buck…” Eddie’s heart felt as if it were in his throat as his eyes landed on your phone sitting on top of a folded piece of paper on the coffee table where you’d left them.

Buck’s feet carried him towards your bedroom before his mind could even fully comprehend the note, not even caring to knock as he swung open the door. His breath caught in his throat as he saw your body lying prone on your bed, the small orange pill bottle lying empty and open on your bedside table.

He couldn’t even hear himself screaming Eddie’s name for help over the pounding in his ears as he ran to the bedside and dropped to his knees. He pressed his fingers into your neck, relief washing over him as he felt your pulse beneath his fingertips. It was slower then he’d have liked, but it was there.

You felt as if you were floating, vaguely aware of voices around you, hands jostling your body and flipping you onto your back; but your body was too heavy to fight back, the pull of the drugs still keeping you asleep. You felt another set of warm fingers press into the side of your neck, but the darkness was safe. Comforting.

It wasn’t until you felt the painful sensation of knuckles rubbing up and down the center of your chest that you became more aware of your surroundings. The pain caused you to let out a groan as you sluggishly came back to your senses.

“That’s it. Open your eyes for me, we’ve got you.”

Even through the haze, you could recognise that voice anywhere. “Ed…?”

The knuckles continued to try and rouse you and you would have given anything to smack him away if your arms weren’t so heavy.

“Yeah. It’s me, I’m here. Buck’s here too. Open your eyes for us.”

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the two men hovering over you. It didn’t take long for the memories to come rushing back; the text messages…the note…the pills. You suddenly became aware of the enormity of what you’d just attempted. You’d tried to kill yourself, and without Buck and Eddie there you very nearly could have succeeded. There was no coming back from that and you knew you’d have to explain yourself.

You shot up, crashing into Eddie as you wrapped your arms around him, fisting your hands into his t-shirt as every emotion that had built up over the last few weeks burst out. He wrapped his arms around you in return, holding you as you cried, whispering words of comfort and reassurance.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you choked out between sobs.

“Shh, it’s alright, you’re okay. We’ve got you,” you heard Buck say as you felt him rub soothing patterns up and down your back.

Eventually the sobs died down, turning to small hiccups and you pulled away. Shame suddenly overwhelmed you, your hands and gaze dropping to your lap, not being able to look at either man.

Eddie reached out slowly, giving you time to back away before he gently squeezed your hands and ducked his head to try and gain your attention. “Y/n?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you looked up at him; Anger? Annoyance? Disgust? But you were only met with his soft and understanding expression.

“I’m really sorry sweetheart. I know this is the last thing you want right now, but with the pills you took I need you to let me or Buck take a look at you. I know that you know what kinds of effects they can have on your body and so I know you know it's important we get a set of vitals on you and see what’s going on with your heart and breathing. Do you think we can get you settled on the couch so we can check you over?”

You looked between him and Buck, being met with twin concerned expressions and nodded, knowing it needed to be done.

“Thank you,” Eddie replied as he gave your hands another squeeze.

The pair moved to either side of you as they helped you swing your legs off the bed and kept you steady as you stood. They stayed still for a moment, letting you gain your balance, before leading you to the couch in the living room.

Once settled, Buck pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapped it around your back and took the seat next to you, offering out his hand. You took it gratefully, needing all the strength you could get to get you through Eddie’s exam.

He began with a few questions. How many pills you took, how you were feeling physically and if you had any symptoms. Thankfully the vitals were quick and after a few more tears, he set the equipment off to the side and took your other hand. “I’m happy your vitals are stable for now. I’d be happier if you got checked out at the hospital, but…”

“No…” your panic began to rise at the thought of hospitals, doctors and nurses.

A squeeze from Eddie’s hand grounded you enough for him to continue, “But, I understand if you don’t want that,” he added quickly, knowing your previous experiences with hospitals.

“Me and Buck would come with you and we could call it an accidental overdose, no one would need to know the details. It’d just be so we can get you checked medically, but I can’t and am not going to force you.”

“I can’t.”

“Okay, if we’re not going to the hospital then I have a few conditions. I’m going to keep an eye on your vitals until the pills wear off, but if anything changes we will have to call an ambulance. I’m also going to set up some fluids to help flush your system and make you something to eat. How does that sound?”

You were terrified at the thought of more vitals, needles and eating; but you knew the alternative would be a lot worse. You trusted Eddie and Buck with your life, and another glance between the pair had you agreeing to his terms.

Buck was next to speak, offering distraction as Eddie began gathering the supplies he needed to start the IV. “Have you got an appointment with your therapist coming up any time soon?”

“Yeah. I’ve got an appointment the day after tomorrow.”

“That’s good.”

He kept up the conversation, talking about anything that came to mind, Eddie chipping in here and there.

“Almost ready here,” Eddie interrupted, “Where’s best for you to have the IV?”

You held out your preferred arm, turning away to Buck for distraction as he cleaned the area. Before you knew it, Eddie had the fluids up and running. With nothing more to do for the moment, the room fell silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asked, being the first to broach the subject.

You fiddled with the tape on your IV for a minute, not sure whether you wanted to open that can of worms or not. “Not really. I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed and know it was dumb and I could have come to any of you, but I just couldn’t see a way out for a minute there.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’d be surprised to find someone today who hasn’t been affected by poor mental health,” Eddie replied, “and I don’t need to tell you that any of us would have dropped everything to help you.”

The three of you talked more while the fluids ran through. Buck had already updated Bobby who’d promised to come by after shift, asking Eddie and Buck to stay with you as he called in cover for them. Buck made you all something to eat so you wouldn’t feel alone, while Eddie kept an eye on you and got a few more sets of vitals.

True to his word, a few hours later Bobby appeared, taking the seat beside you as he pulled you into his chest and held you close. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were struggling sooner,” he whispered only for you to hear.

“Do the others know?”

“No,” Bobby shook his head, “and they don’t have to know, unless you tell them. They just think you’ve got a bad case of the flu.”

“I’m sorry,” you let out after a few moments of silence.

“You don’t have to be. I’ve been there before. After my family died I had a plan and if it weren’t for Buck, Hen and the rest of you…I wouldn’t be here. They got me through and we’ll get you through. It’s what family does.”

You let out a shaky breath, “So. What happens now?”

“That’s up to you. Do you think it would be a good idea to take some time off work?”

“No. Isolating myself just makes things worse. Not having anything to do tends to make me spiral a little.”

The pair of you agreed on a plan. A few days off to recover, continuing with your therapist and checking in with either him, Buck or Eddie if you felt yourself slipping again. Buck offered to let you stay with him, not wanting you to be alone and wanting you where he could keep an eye on you for the night. You knew the road to recovery was only just beginning, but you felt a little lighter with your family by your side.

#p: buck #p: eddie #p: bobby #p: x reader #ft: oneshots #tw: mental health #tw: suicide #tw: overdose

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I NEED some Eddie Diaz x gn! Reader fluff

HANDMADE WITH LOVE E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: theres nothing i love more then seeing eddie diaz love !! its free therapy for me at this point

Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: FLOOFFFF

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"Someone is looking happy." You teased, sitting down next to your boyfriend. An amused smile played on his lips as he leaned back further into the couch. He looked so comfy, the black LAFD shirt hugging his chest perfectly. His brown hair fell messy on his head and you had to physically stop yourself from not running your fingers through it and curling up next to him. Eddie smugly raised his brow as if he could read what you were thinking. "I'm just happy you're here."

You were the only two left in the firehouse as the other ones were out on call. It's protocol for someone to stay behind and watch the station, normally you hated it when it was you but today you praised yourself luckily. Your 24hour shift was almost coming to an end and you were exhausted. You muffled away a quiet yawn which didn't go unotticed by the the Diaz. "Come here." He offered softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. You were too tired to protest or care if someone would walk in. All you could think about was Eddie and your desire to go home and sleep.

You leaned against his chest, his fingers caressed your cheeck as he pressed a soft kiss against your temple. You hummed in content, playing with the hem of his shirt. "When we get home," he started. "I'll make you a nice warm meal and then I'm forcing you to go sleep. No excuse."

"That sounds amazing but first I promised to help Christopher with his sience project." You sighed, nuzzling your face in his neck.

"No excuses." He repeated. "I can help Christopher."

"You?" You teased, kissing his cheeck.

"Yes me." He smiled.

"Remember when you helped him with his math homework?" You giggled, the memory making you both laugh.

"Okay fair point." His hand rubbed small circles on your back. "Will figure it out, he's a smart kid. He got that from his father" Eddie joked. "Oh also, before I forget." His hand searched for something in his pocket and after a few seconds he pulled out a beautiful braided bracelet. The bracelet was handmade with red and green wool.

"I made it myself." He smiled proudly. "Well maybe Christopher helped a little bit."

Your eyes lid up, the corners of your mouth curling up in a big smile. "It's beautiful." Eddie's face flushed, a slight pink covering his cheecks as he carefully knotted the bracelet around your wrist. "Im glad you like it."

You gave him a loving kiss before curling back into his side. "Thank you." You whispered, both enjoying the peaceful moment you were in.

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