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imagineshere-forall · 2 months

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- staying with mom ✰ e. diaz

Summary: the first time Christoper calls you mom

Genre: mostly fluff but smidge of angst/tension

warnings: none

Pairing: eddie diaz x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

Notes: hi hi i tried to use american terms like mall and mom, but i am not american and i say mum, so if you notice any slip ups pls let me know and i will change it. I feel like it would be weird to picture chris saying mum in an american accent so i tried to only used mom Also i have started watched the walking dead and am obsessed so pls feel free to request some fics for the walking dead (i’m halfway through s7)

When you and Eddie started dating, you waited quite a while before meeting Chris as you wanted to be sure in your relationship so as not to unsettle Chris. After about 8 months, you were pretty sure Eddie was it for you, and you eventually met Chris. Within 6 months of meeting Christopher you had pretty much moved in with the boys, and when the lease on your apartment was up for renewal Chris was the one who suggested you move in. That was over a year ago and since then the three of you had been living life as a happy little family.

Today, you had a day off from work but Eddie did not, so you had decided to take Chris out for the day. For weeks, Chris had been saying his shoes were starting to get tight so you had decided you would take him to buy some new shoes and buy him a couple extra treats. It wasn’t often you and Eddie weren’t both at work at the same time, even if you didn’t have the same shift, you often overlapped so Chris would spend time with Carla.

Eddie was at work before you even woke up, so you and Chris had a slow morning before heading to the mall. The car journey was filled with music and laughs, you loved spending time with Chris and you guys always had an amazing time.

Once you got to the mall you found yourself chasing Christoper, the shoe shop was all the way on the other side of the mall so you had decided to do fun shopping first. The first stop was at the ice cream parlor, and then the two of you made your way quickly over to the lego shop. You both bought a lego set, as you planned to watch a movie and build lego together in the afternoon. Once the pair of you had gone to all the shops you wanted to, you slowly walked back to the car, trying to agree on a movie to watch while you were building your legos.

You were nearly at the car, when the ground started to rumble. Small tremors weren;t uncommon living in LA, but this was not that. The slight rumble turned to full blown shaking and the lights in the parking garage started to come loose and smash to the floor. You quickly dropped your bags and grabbed Christopher and headed for the car, it might not have been the smartest idea but in your panic it seemed like the safest option if the garage was to crumble.

Somehow, you managed to get to the car in record time as you were opening the door, you noticed a piece of debris falling and you quickly pushed Chris into the car. Within seconds of you getting Chris safely into the car, the debris had come down, knocking you down in the process. You hit your head on the concrete and briefly lost consciousness, but you quickly came around to the sounds of Chris’s cries.

“I’m here Chris, I’m okay,” you mumbled as you tried to wriggle free. Although, your right leg was trapped under the piece of the parking garage that had knocked you to the floor.

Not long after you regained consciousness, sirens were all you could hear and it became nearly impossible to keep your eyes open, and you were soon consumed by the darkness.

“Cap, get Eddie over here!” You heard being yelled from close by. Squinting at the bright light you started to blink your eyes back open and were met with Buck’s face looking down at you.

“Chris, is Chris okay?” you forced out, your throat was hoarse and felt as though you had woken from a deep sleep. You could feel yourself being rolled onto a stretcher, presumably to move you to an ambulance, or at least a safer area.

“Chris was with you?” Buck panicked.

“I think I got him in the car,” you coughed, “Check him first.”

A couple minutes later you heard a car door be forced open, and then Buck’s shouts.

“Chris!” Eddie’s shouts were so loud. He had arrived onto the scene and saw Buck carrying Chris over some rubble away from the car. You turned your head slowly and saw Eddie embrace his son tightly.

“Where’s Y/N?” Eddie suddenly asked. The panic in his voice was palpable.

“Over here,” You heard Buck’s voice get louder as he led Eddie to you. Eddie placed Chris down next to your stretcher and cradled your face.

“Baby, are you okay?” he questioned, whilst scanning your body for any obvious injuries.

“My leg got crushed but I’m fine. How is Chris? Is Chris okay?” you spoke so fast.

“I’m fine,” you heard Chris speak. You could have cried with relief upon hearing his voice. You had seen Eddie carry him, but hearing him speak and confirming he was okay made you so happy.

“Now, let get you taken to hospital, Buck can you take Chris to Athena and get her to call Carla please,” Eddie said as he began to wheel you out of the area. You saw Buck begin to usher Chris towards Athena who you could see a while away directing people.

“No.”

You and Eddie both stopped and looked at Chris who was avoiding Buck and walking towards the two of you.

“Chris, bud, y/n is okay. Your dad is just making sure she gets her leg checked out,” Buck tried to convince Chris.

“No,” Chris shook off Buck’s arms and carried on walking in your direction. Eddie sighed, letting go of your stretcher and turning to Chris before squatting down to his level while holding onto him.

“Chris, I need to take y/n to get checked out. Can you please go with Buck?” Eddie begged.

“No.” Chris was being stubborn.

“Chris please,” Eddie was starting to get desperate.

“I want to stay with mom.” Chris yelled.

You, Buck and Eddie all went still. Suddenly, the atmosphere had changed. Chris had never called you mom before. The three of you all looked at each other in shock unsure what to say or do next.

“Come here Chris,” you beckoned the boy, before helping him to sit on one side of the stretcher after you had collapsed the arms, “You can stay with me.”

Eddie was still looking at you in shock, starting to feel love swell in his chest. The idea that Chris saw you as a mother figure made him so happy.

“Chris, it looks like your dad is frozen,” you laughed whilst looping one of your arms around the boy. You had managed to get him in a place where he wasn’t near your leg which was causing excruciating pain.

This brought Eddie out of his shock and he walked over to the two of you.

“I love you both so much,” he breathed as he leant to kiss both of your foreheads, “Let’s go get mom all checked out.”

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megalony · 4 months

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C-section

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine that was requested as a sort of spin off to my Eddie fic 'He Choked' but it can be read as a stand alone. I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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He Choked

Summary: Things don't go quite to plan with the birth of their second child. but their new family of four is perfect.

Enjoy.

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"Mum!"

A deep, rumbling breath pushed past (Y/n)'s lips as she leaned her weight onto the back of the sofa and tried to straighten up again. Turning on her heels, (Y/n) slowly left the living room and braced herself on the wall to stay upright. Her bare feet shuffled along the laminate flooring that felt like she was walking across an iced lake.

Her nails scratched into the doorframe when she reached the bathroom and peered around the door. The burning feeling igniting in her abdomen died down a little when she peered around the door and her eyes locked with Chris. Her boy was sat in the bath, a wide grin on his face and about four small, plastic cups floating around in the bubbles with him.

"Are you finally finished?" She tried to force herself to smile but the constant twinges rolling through her stomach made it hard to pretend.

Chris nodded his head and dropped the plastic cup in his hand when he watched his mum walk over to the bath.

For almost three hours now, (Y/n) had been feeling the start of labour pains and she felt horrid waiting around for her water to break. She had taken to pacing up and down the house while Eddie called Evan to see if he would be able to watch Chris for them and he got things ready for when they were ready to leave. They couldn't go down to the hospital until (Y/n)'s waters broke and labour was in full swing.

(Y/n) had been under the impression that since this was her second pregnancy, labour might be the tiniest bit faster. They had been in labour for two days with Chris before things finally started to speed up and then it went south with him getting stuck and not breathing.

They had been praying ever since they found out they were pregnant that this time things would go smoothly and nothing would happen to their second baby.

"Okay," She tried to keep herself smiling as she grabbed a towel from the rack and leaned over the bath. Usually (Y/n) would have knelt down beside the bath to play for a while but she couldn't sit still in this much pain without worrying Chris and he had been happy enough with Eddie popping in and out to keep an eye on him.

A quiet 'oh' left her lips when Chris wrangled his arms around her neck and started to giggle. She curved the towel around his middle and bit down on her lip, trying to brace her back and stay steady so she could lift him out the bath.

"Hey, cheeky. You know your mum can't be carrying you around right now. Come here,"

(Y/n) was grateful when she felt Eddie's hand on her lower back and when she set Chris down to his feet on the bath mat, she moved to Eddie could kneel in front of him. Chris looked between them with his thumb caught between his teeth and a grin on his face.

They hadn't told him that (Y/n) was in labour yet, all he knew was that soon, Buck would be round to pick him up for a sleepover. They didn't want to worry Chris or confuse him when he was stressed enough about soon having a baby brother or sister in the house.

(Y/n) kissed the top of Chris's head and squeezed Eddie's shoulder before she slowly waddled out of the room, using the wall as leverage to stay upright.

Her lips curved into a tense smile when she glanced around her bedroom. Eddie had found the hospital bag and already put it in the car, as well as grabbing a few things from around the room that they would need. All they needed now was for her water to break.

She moved towards the bed and leaned forward to press her forearms down into the mattress. Her lower back arched out and her knees bent down a little as she tried to relieve the tension rattling through her body in waves. (Y/n) tried to slow down her breaths and take deep intakes but it only made her head go fuzzy and her knees started to shake. Tilting her head down, (Y/n) kept her forehead against her arms on the bed and tucked her chin into her chest. Groaning deeply when a particular pain tore through her stomach.

"Not long now," She whispered quietly to herself, repeating the words over and over like a mantra to stop herself from crying out or feel like she was going insane.

Her body jumped when she felt a hand on the small of her back and with her head tilted down onto her arms, a shiver bolted down her spine when Eddie kissed her exposed neck. His hands moved to cup her hips and his lips stayed against her neck.

"How are you doing, mi amor?" His words made her neck tingle and his voice was oddly quiet yet deep.

"I'm-" Closing her eyes, (Y/n) bit down on her lip and smothered a scream into the mattress.

Eddie's arms moved to curve round her stomach and he kissed the spot just behind her ear, keeping tight hold of her just in case her knees gave way. He didn't want her dropping down on her knees and hurting herself or not being able to get back up.

"I forgot h-how much this hurts," (Y/n) almost laughed as she bent her knees forward and switched her weight from foot to foot to distract herself.

They had Chris eight years ago and while the memory of that day was burned into the back of (Y/n)'s mind, the pain had long since been forgotten. The last two hours of Chris's birth, (Y/n) couldn't remember being in pain. All she could remember was the blood, Eddie's panicked face. Chris getting stuck. Then the nurse cradling him while he didn't breathe for fourteen seconds.

Tears burned in her eyes at the memory she wished she could forget. (Y/n) didn't want that to happen this time. She wanted a smooth run this time around, easy going, relaxed, no panic or unnecessary pain and no fear that they might lose their baby.

"Come here," Eddie's voice tickled the shell of (Y/n)'s ear and he gently reeled (Y/n) up off the bed and turned her until she was leaning into his chest. He pressed his lips to the top of her head while her hands scrunched up in his shirt, almost tearing through the thin cotton.

"Oh!"

Leaning his head back, Eddie tightened his hands on (Y/n)'s waist when she slipped down against his chest. But when his eyes quickly did a sweep up and down his wife to see what was wrong, his lips curved up and a breathless laugh rumbled deep in his chest.

"Finally," He whispered quietly before his lips pressed to the top of her head and his fingers dug deeper into her waist. Her waters had broken.

Now they could go to hospital.

***

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) rested her temple on Eddie’s shoulder, relaxing when she felt his lips press to the top of her head. He slowly swayed the pair of them side to side as if they were in the middle of a dance floor instead of a hospital room. And his hands danced up and down her hips, squeezing every now and then like he was reminding her he was still here.

She didn't like this part.

Waiting around felt like they were waiting for tomorrow to arrive, something that never happened.

The morning had been spent in agony, aimlessly walking round the house waiting for her waters to break. Now they were waiting again for her body to decide it was ready to push. (Y/n) wanted to skip this part, to fast forward time and be at the end where she would be laid with a baby in her arms. But then again, she couldn't bring herself to wish for that in case something was going to go wrong.

Labour still seemed to be taking a while and (Y/n) was growing tired and restless. She didn't know what to do with herself. Sitting on the bed made her feel tense and numb but she didn't have much energy to walk around the room anymore. Eddie had paced the room with her in his arms and her nails puncturing into his arms but now (Y/n) couldn't find the will to move.

But she felt better when she was standing and right now, being held up in Eddie's arms like this felt comforting. Her back wasn't aching as much, her mind was cloudy but calm and she could handle the pains better when she was stood like this. It was very relaxing and almost hypnotising.

“Do you wanna sit down?” Eddie mumbled against her hair quietly and closed his eyes as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. His other hand stayed curled around her hip and he smiled into her hair when he felt her fingers push into his biceps. She nuzzled her face into his chest, tickling her nose against him and when she pushed her cheek into his shirt, Eddie grinned down into her hair and squeezed her tight.

This was much calmer than when Chris had been born. Eddie had only just got home from his stint in the army and Chris had been a month early. They didn't quite know what to expect and had been panicking right up until things went wrong, then everything only got worse.

“Not yet.” (Y/n) responded quietly, not bothering to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent as she tried to keep her mind focused but if another contraction didn't hit her soon, (Y/n) knew she might just fall asleep standing up. Especially since Eddie was holding up all of her weight as if she were a doll in his arms.

"Okay mi amor,"

Eddie wanted this to go as smooth as possible, he wanted his wife in far less pain this time around and no danger coming to their second child. And he was becoming restless. He wanted his baby in his arms, cuddled up into his chest already. He missed those nights when Chris was a newborn and he laid all night with his baby boy curled up on his chest.

He wanted them in his arms now.

(Y/n) kept her arms loosely locked around Eddie’s neck as he started to sway them again. She knew she wasn’t going to go to sleep, she was in too much discomfort for her brain to turn off and she was too anxious about whether this time would go smoothly or not. But she had to admit that being with her husband like this in silence was comforting and very relaxing.

Just as Eddie found himself forgetting where he was, he was brought back to reality when (Y/n) tightened her arms around his neck. Her lower back arched out as she turned her head so her temple was pressing into his chest.

“Mi amor, you okay?” He mumbled, his eyes drifting between (Y/n) and the door when a midwife walked through.

"T-that was a big one," (Y/n) whimpered as she brushed her thumb up and down the back of Eddie's neck to try and distract herself from the pain that wasn't stopping. It felt like she could feel each muscle tearing itself apart and contorting into odd shapes to make room for the baby. It was a horrid feeling she had long forgotten.

Eddie knew the more contractions (Y/n) had and the closer they were together, the sooner he would meet his baby.

"Shall we get you on the bed and see how you're doing?" The midwife commented as she walked over to the pair of them.

Her hands hovered near (Y/n)'s hips just in case she was needed but Eddie had it all under control. He slowly backed up towards the bed and shuffled round, easing (Y/n) down until she could feel the bed pushing into the back of her knees. Her arms stayed hooked around his neck even when he got her sat down and he had to stoop over her.

He moved so he was stood between her legs with his hands still on her hips and he kissed her temple lovingly.

"Eddie," She groaned his name, tightening her arms around his neck when he tried to take a step back. If she could have, she would have hooked her legs around his hips to reel him into her. She could feel his lips curving against her temple and his thumbs brushed up and down her waist before he gave her a squeeze.

(Y/n) wanted him as close as she could get him and more so. He had to be right next to her, he had to be touching her somehow. (Y/n) wanted to feel his breaths mingling with hers and his touch on her skin.

"I'm still here," He whispered against her skin as he pulled out of her grasp and moved to stand at her side instead. He leaned his hip against the side of the bed and curved one arm around her shoulders while the other hand held out in front of her so she could give his hand a very tight squeeze.

She said nothing as the midwife put a heartbeat monitoring clip on her finger and two more to her stomach to monitor the baby’s heartbeat. She tipped her head back into the pillows and smiled when she felt Eddie bring the back of her hand to his lips.

"I'd say you're fully dilated now. You can begin to push on the next contraction," The midwife stated kindly, seeing the relief on both their faces at finally getting closer to meeting their next baby.

Silence fell over the three of them for a few minutes as they waited for the next contraction to hit. Eddie tipped his head down, pressing his lips to (Y/n)’s arm as they waited, his hands holding hers tightly. When the next contraction came, (Y/n) pushed and leaned herself forward, crying out through the pain until one of the monitors started to beep. Both her and Eddie turned to look at the screen, wanting to know whose heart was now in distress and (Y/n) thought for a moment it was her own heart. She could feel her pulse thudding in her ears and her heart was going rather fast.

But it wasn’t her heart, it was the baby’s.

“What’s happening?” (Y/n) leaned her head onto Eddie's chest when he crouched over her, tightening his arm around her shoulders while he kissed her temple. He curled around her like a protective blanket but his eyes remained on the monitor that showed their baby's heartbeat was starting to slow down.

“Baby is just a bit stressed, that's all. The heartbeat should stabilise in a minute.” The midwife responded as she watched the monitor showing the baby’s heartbeat and waited for it to pick back up. All of them sighed in utter relief when it started to mellow out and go back to the rhythmic beat it had been a moment ago.

A burning scream tore from the back of (Y/n)'s throat when another contraction burned through her stomach. She tugged on Eddie's hand, pulling him even closer until his chin was perched on her shoulder and he was kissing the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"Let's try another push,"

Eddie felt delightedly relieved that the monitor didn't scream out this time, the baby seemed stable when (Y/n) started to push again. Maybe the baby had been surprised that they were about to be evicted and come out into the world.

(Y/n) cried out when another contraction hit and pushed to sit forward with her chin tucked down into her chest and her knees as close to her stomach as she could manage. But her eyes snapped open and she started to shake when the monitor started to scream again.

Her body burned as she cried, pushing back into Eddie who sat down on the edge of the bed and curled both arms around her to try and calm her down. (Y/n) sucked in a few trembling breaths but more tears flushed her face when the baby's heartbeat kept getting lower.

"I think labour is significantly distressing baby and since you're not quite crowning yet, I'm going to fetch a doctor. We need to take you for a C-section to get baby out as soon as possible."

The midwife patted (Y/n)'s thigh but her eyes locked with Eddie when (Y/n) screamed. She was silently asking if he would be alright for her to step out of the room and find help and Eddie nodded. He could look after (Y/n), he could calm her down.

"No, Eddie, no…"

Sobs bubbled past (Y/n)'s lips and both her hands moved to grip Eddie's bicep that curved around her chest just beneath her collar bone. His hand gripped her shoulder soothingly and he didn't mind her nails puncturing down into his arm. He kept his other arm around her waist and slowly rubbed his palm over her stomach.

"Shh, baby it's okay." Eddie slowly started to sway them from side to side, kissing the side of her head when (Y/n) smothered her face into his bicep and screamed, sending shivers up and down his arm. He could see and feel the way her heels were digging into the mattress and she was pushing back into him, desperate to stop herself from pushing and distressing their baby even more.

"It's h-happening again," (Y/n) wailed into his arm, dangerously close to biting his skin as she felt like Chris when his routines changed and he went into a meltdown.

"No, no it's not. We didn't get a C-section last time, that would have solved everything. We're getting one this time, and you'll both be fine. Come on, deep breaths. I'm not going anywhere and in an hour it'll all be over."

Chris had been born breached and right at the end, he became stuck. A C-section would have helped them, if they realised Chris was distressed earlier, they could have had him through the operation and he wouldn't have suffocated or gotten lasting damage.

They weren't going to have any of that this time around. They knew their baby was starting to struggle and they were going to have an operation to get them out safely. This is just what they needed, this was their lucky break. No chance of history repeating itself, no chance of having another child stuck, suffocating and potentially dying without anyone being able to do anything to help.

"It's alright, sweet girl, it's alright."

***

A tender smile flooded (Y/n)'s when she turned her head and looked across at the far end of the bed. Chris was sat snuggled between the pillows, both arms cocooning his blanket to his chest, but he wasn't looking at the tv or even at (Y/n). He was staring at Rosie.

His head was tilted at an angle and his lips were slightly parted as he stared at his baby sister with a look of wonder on his face.

"She's crying," He whispered quietly before he flopped down on the pillows on his stomach and stretched an arm out towards her. He placed his palm down on her stomach and started to rub her tummy, smiling until Rosie started to bat her hands and kick her legs up. Then his smile faded and he went back to staring at her like she was an enigma he couldn't solve.

"I think she's hungry, shall we go make lunch?"

When Chris nodded, (Y/n) clicked her spine into place and slowly pushed up from the bed. It was hard to control her smile so it didn't contort into a wince and give away the sudden pain she felt when she stood up.

Her upper chest coiled over and she stood, stooped over at an angle so her back wasn't straight. It had been two weeks since she'd had Rosie and so far, she couldn't straighten up yet. Standing straight made her stomach stretch and with a line of stitches across her lower abdomen, that became physically impossible to stay upright. (Y/n) felt as if they had stitched far too much of her skin together and now there wasn't enough to let her stand tall.

Lifting anything was impossible unless it was as light as a shirt or it happened to be Rosie. If (Y/n) wanted to do the washing, she had to ask one of the boys to take it to the kitchen for her. She could only bathe Rosie in the sink because she couldn't get back up from the floor if she knelt down beside the bath, which meant she couldn't do bath time for Chris either at the moment.

All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay in bed. And it didn't help that both Chris and Eddie were practically forcing her to stay in bed when they laid with her. (Y/n) was used to being up and active and moving about but now she had little energy left and her body wasn't healing as fast as she wanted. She was supposed to keep moving around because she was at risk of blood clots after her operation.

When she had Chris, the first week had been spent in hospital with how badly his birth had gone. But once they were both home, (Y/n) had a new lease of energy. She had no problems doing the house work with Chris in one arm and she was forever walking round to the park or to Eddie's parent's house when they lived in Texas.

This time it was different.

She leaned over the crib attached to the side of the bed and slowly eased Rosie up into her arms. She shifted the newborn into the crook of her right arm and held her against her chest, a few inches higher than her stitches so she didn't aggravate them.

"Why she not in her room?" Chris threw his blanket off his legs and left it splayed out on the end of the bed as he shuffled off the bed onto his feet. He swung the door open and headed out into the hallway, waiting for (Y/n) to catch him up before he continued on his way towards the kitchen.

His eyes lingered on Rosie's room as they passed it and he reached out to touch the wooden door sign that had his sister's name in italics and a painted rose above it.

"She stays with me and daddy for now, she wakes up a lot in the night so this is easier. You used to be in our room when you were a baby."

It had unsettled Chris a lot the first night they brought Rosie home and he realised she wasn't going to be in her own room. He felt cheated, he had to sleep in his own bed unless he had a nightmare, then if he sneaked into his parent's room they wouldn't question it. But Rosie wasn't sleeping in her cot in the nursery and it made him feel like he was missing out on something, as if they were having movie nights with Rosie but not him.

(Y/n) followed Chris into the kitchen, dragging her feet beneath her rather than lifting them up. She was relieved when they got to the kitchen that she could lean her left elbow on the counter and slouch forward so she didn't have to stand hunched over like she had a curved spine.

"Mummy,"

Her eyes cast down to Chris just as she grabbed one of Rosie's bottles and turned the kettle on. He had his arms stretched up towards her and he patted his palm against the counter to show what he wanted. He wanted her to lift him up onto the kitchen side.

When they made dinner, Chris loved to sit on the side so he could reach up into the cupboards easier and help cook, especially when Eddie was in the kitchen because he knew his dad wasn't the best cook in the world.

"I can't lift you up baby, use the steps," She tilted her head towards the set of steps in the corner that he could drag across and either stand on and lean over or use to climb up onto the counter himself.

His shoulders slumped and he frowned, huffing before he tried again and reached his arms up towards her.

"Why?"

"I've got a bad tummy, baby… but I think your dad's finished in the shower, he can lift you up." (Y/n) tilted her head back to lean around the corner when she heard the bathroom door open. Eddie had been to the gym this morning and the first thing he did when he came home was jump in the shower. Now he had a while off work, he could go to his usual gym and not just get a quick practice at the station gym.

"What are we making?" Eddie stretched an arm up behind him and scratched the back of his head, ruffling his damp hair that was already starting to crimp and form into waves. His nose crinkled as he smiled and padded bare foot into the kitchen, wearing a pair of loose jogging bottoms and a vest.

It was nice to wear something casual instead of the usual starched button up uniform and the plated boots and a thick overall jacket that made him sweat in the LA heat.

When Chris muttered a quick 'omelette', Eddie nodded while he rolled his eyes when his boy stretched his arms out towards him. He easily lifted Chris up and perched him on the countertop, cracking a few eggs into a bowl so Chris could whisk them up and add cheese. The only kind of omelette Chris would eat was a cheese one, he wouldn't put anything else in it, no salt or pepper, no ham, mushrooms. Nothing.

Eddie started pouring some drinks but when his eyes drifted across to (Y/n), his lips rolled together and he arched a brow. He turned so he was facing her, pressing his hip against the counter while he raked his eyes up and down, watching the unease roll off her in waves.

She had Rosie in her right arm which was leant on the counter, her bum and lower back were arched out so she could slump forward and she had her head hung low. While her left hand slowly shook the bottle to mix the powder and warm water. (Y/n) looked like she was about to fall asleep standing up and the discomfort was clearly written across her face.

"Alright, I think it's my turn." Eddie stepped closer until his chest moulded up into (Y/n)'s side and he held his arms out, brushing his thumb against Rosie's cheek while he waited to take her.

"I have to feed her-"

"I can do that while my head chef is making dinner," He waved a hand behind him towards Chris who lifted his chin high and grinned, waiting for one of them to find him a frying pan so he could pour in the mixture. "Go sit down, please."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together but nodded nonetheless. Her arms shifted towards Eddie and she let him ease Rosie into his arms, grinning as he cooed down at her. She liked the way Rosie looked so small when she was in Eddie's arms, she looked like a doll even when she was wriggling and bashing a hand against her nose while she whimpered impatiently. Tucked into the crook of Eddie's elbow, his bicep engulfed her and made her look miniscule.

He kept Rosie in his left arm while he bent down and found a pan in the cupboard and set it up for Chris who now had a ladle in his hand and a bowl of mixed eggs that were completely engulfed in cheese.

Turning around, Eddie leaned his hips back into the counter next to Chris and kept a look over his shoulder while he began feeding Rosie her bottle. His lips curved into a smile and he leaned his head down to the right when he felt (Y/n)'s arms wrap around his torso. She was still hunched over but now she had her face pressed into his bicep and he could feel her butterfly kisses soaking into his arm, making him shiver.

"I told you to go sit down," He whispered quietly into her hair, instantly feeling the way she grinned into his arm.

"And leave you in charge of dinner?" When she felt a growl rumble within his chest, (Y/n) kissed his arm and tightened her arms around his torso. "I'll sit down in a minute,"

"Hm. That's what I thought you said."

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #imagine #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy

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capseycartwright · 9 months

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hello!! for the super soft intimacy prompts: nuzzling into their neck or petnames, if either sparks something? 🥰

Buck had – purposely – gone into his relationship with Eddie with no expectations. Okay, well, there had been a few expectations – love, and commitment, and long-term partnership – but he’d had no real expectations about what the day-to-day would look like. This was Eddie’s first relationship with a man, after a lifetime of repression and denial, and Buck knew those things were hard to unlearn. He also knew that navigating a romantic relationship with someone you’d shared a deep platonic connection with for so long wasn’t going to be plain sailing either – every relationship had its teething problems, and being in love – big, grown up, forever after kind of love – wasn’t going to change the fact that there was going to be an adjustment period.

Except, well –

Eddie was more affectionate than Buck had imagined, right from the beginning. It’s not that Eddie wasn’t an affectionate man – Eddie hugged Chris, every moment he could steal a squeeze from their almost-teenager, and Eddie looked at the people he loved with the kind of fondness in his eyes that made Buck’s heart melt down into his boots – but it felt different, being on the receiving end of Eddie’s romantic affection.

“Hi,” Buck couldn’t help but laugh, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders. He’d barely closed the front door, when he’d gotten an armful of Eddie Diaz, his boyfriend burying his face in the crook of Buck’s neck, as though he’d been aching to do so all day. He might well have, Buck realised – this was the first shift they’d worked apart since they’d started dating, for real, and Eddie’s endless stream of text chatter had been the first indication that Eddie had really missed him.

This had been the second.

Eddie’s breath was hot against Buck’s neck as he replied. “Hi,” he mumbled, the bare beginnings of his day-old scruff sending a shiver down Buck’s spine as Eddie nuzzled his face into the crook of Buck’s neck, the loose t-shirt Buck had thrown on leaving the station easily giving way to Eddie’s movements, leaving Buck’s neck exposed.

Buck sort of wanted to melt.

“Did you miss me?” Buck hummed, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair, delighting in the fact that he could just – do this whenever he wanted, now. There was no more longing, no aching to take what he couldn’t have – Eddie was his, and had been for weeks now, and had been for longer than Buck realised, and Buck could take, and take, and take, and Eddie was proving himself oh-so willing to give.

“I always miss you,” Eddie hummed, pressing a kiss to the undersize of Buck’s jaw. “Baby.”

Buck was pretty sure his spine had started to physically, actually melt. “Baby?”

Eddie pulled back, slightly, cheeks flushed with warmth as he looked at Buck. “I was trying it out for size,” he shrugged. He gave Buck a questioning look, clearly waiting, wondering how Buck felt about it.

“I like it,” Buck couldn’t help the childish flush that spread across his cheeks as he replied, admitting just how much he enjoyed the petname. He’d never been sure on petnames – they’d never been a thing, with Abby, and with Taylor, the rare occasions she’d used them had felt forced, and insincere, the word crumbling to dust in her mouth as she forced an occasional ‘babe’ – but he was sure, with Eddie. “Baby,” he added, grinning as Eddie smiled, the kind of big, wide smile that made his boyfriends eyes crinkle at the corners, as though Eddie was so happy that he didn’t have enough space in his body to contain the feeling.

Eddie pressed a kiss to the seam of Buck’s mouth, both of them smiling too much for it to be much of anything. “I love you,” he hummed, the words free, and easy, as if it was the most logical, simple, sensible thing in the world to be in love with Buck. It was, Buck knew – because loving Eddie back was the easiest thing in the world.

And he got to come home to this – an armful of Eddie and a soft ‘baby’ – after every long day and bad shift for the rest of his life. Buck was a damn lucky man. “I love you,” Buck breathed in reply. “I always miss you too, you know.”

#in which i ramble #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #in which lorna writes fic #prompt fill #shitouttabuck #how about BOTH #im in my disgusting fluff era apparently

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buddie + parallels with canon couples (part 1)

[Image Description: 10 small gifs from 9-1-1. The gifs on the left column are paralleling the gifs on the right column. Gif 1: A scene from season 5, episode 14; Maddie looks guilty and angry as she tells Chim, “I can’t be the reason she’s [Jee] in danger again. Chim tells Maddie reassuringly, “You’re not. You never were.” Gif 2: A scene from season 3, episode 3; Buck tells Eddie angrily, “I lost him, Eddie.” The shot shifts to Eddie, who points at Chris, off screen, and says, “You saved him. That’s how he remembers it.” Gif 3: A scene from season 4, episode 14; Athena looks distraught and angry as she tells Buck, “Bobby’s gonna die in there, Buck.” The shot shifts to Buck, who looks worried as she continues, “You need to help me.” Gif 4: A scene from season 5, episode 6; Buck looks ragged and distressed as he gestures with his hand, telling Athena, “Look, the moment they take that ambulance, he is gonna shoot Eddie.” Gif 5: A scene from season 3, episode 17; Hen is smiling as she removes her earrings and speaks to Karen, off screen, telling her, “I swear, now that we have two of them, bedtime is like a hostage situation. It’s just constant negotiation.” Gif 6: A scene from season 4, episode 8. Eddie smiles fondly as he rolls up his sleeves, after Buck has just told him that he put Chris to bed, saying, “You’re a miracle worker.” Buck smiles as he responds, “No, just an excellent negotiator.” Gif 7: A scene from season 4, episode 14; Athena breathes heavily as she speaks to Bobby after saving him from the sniper, saying, “I’m here. I got you.” Gif 8: A scene from season 4, episode 14; a close up of Buck’s bloodstained face as he hovers over Eddie who’s just been shot by the sniper, Buck tells Eddie frantically, “I got you. Hey, Eddie, just stay with me, okay?” Gif 9: A scene from season 4, episode 14. Chim looks worried after hearing that Maddie quit her job, and asks her, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” There are tears in Maddie’s eyes as she tells him, “I’m not okay in here. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” Gif 10: A scene from season 5, episode 13. Buck takes a deep breath after Eddie tells him that he’s afraid and speaks slowly, asking, “Okay. Okay, what are you afraid of?” Eddie’s face is tearstained as he answers, hopelessly, “That I’m never gonna feel normal again.” /End ID]

#911edit #911 fox #*#userkourt #usermissjessie #usertriz #userpaolo #evanbuckleyedit #eddiediazedit #henwilsonedit #maddiebuckleyedit #chimneyhanedit #athenagrantedit #long post #madneyedit #buddiedit #henrenedit #bathenaedit

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diazsdimples · 5 months

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Fuck it Friday!

Once again, back with some parenting Buddie fic. I swear to god I'm going to finish the first chapter and publish it soon. Tagged by the incredible @thewolvesof1998

Buck returned moments later in a flurry of activity, hooning around the table and setting up the gifts so they looked just right. He placed the biggest box in the middle of the table and surrounded Aidan’s spot with smaller gifts that him and Eddie had been picking out for a couple of weeks now. Christopher remembered with a jolt that he’d made a gift for Aidan and scuttled off to his room to grab it, returning just as Buck was standing back and looking at the presentation with approval. “Whatcha got there, bud?” he asked when Christopher appeared in the doorway, looking a little bashful. “I made Aid something” Christopher mumbled, blushing a little and looking at his feet. Ever since he’d officially become a teenager, Christopher had developed insecurities about just about everything. It had initially been small things, such as fussing about how his hair looked or moaning that his special orthotics made his shoes look weird, but recently, much to Buck and Eddie’s concern, it had progressed to doubting his abilities. Christopher had an affinity for art and had recently started creating some truly amazing works on his laptop with a programme Eddie had bought him a year or so ago. Buck would often wander into Christopher’s room to find him deep in concentration as he worked on his latest piece, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth and leg tapping up and down as he drew. Not only was it an excellent creative outlet for the kid but it had been having a positive, therapeutic affect on his fine motor control. However, recently, Buck had noticed Christopher becoming cagey about his work, turning his computer screen away whenever either of his dads walked into the room or getting snappy when they asked what he’d been working on. Buck had a feeling he was about to find out what it was. Christopher shyly held out the paper in his hand and Buck’s breath caught in his throat. Christopher had clearly put in a lot of effort into this. Staring up at Buck from the paper was an almost-perfect rendition of his son, grin so wide it almost takes up the whole page, with Christopher, Buck, and Eddie in the background. It’s so good in fact that it looks like someone took a photo of them and put a filter on it to make it look like a drawing but no, Buck knows Christopher has painstakingly placed every single stroke, every dash of colour. It’s enough to make a lump rise in his throat and he can’t do much more than clamp a hand over Christopher’s shoulder and pull him into his side. “Is it okay?” Christopher asks and Jesus, Buck wants to hurt whoever might have given Christopher the impression that his art is nothing short of worthy of being hung in the Louvre. “God, Chris, it’s amazing. I- I love it. Aid is going to love it”. He can’t stop staring at it, can’t stop marvelling at the talent of the kid still pressed into his side. To think, it’s almost been 7 years since he met Christopher and, in that time, he’s watched him blossom into a smart, talented and extremely quick-witted teenager. One he’s now proud to call his son. It’s enough to make Buck a little emotional.

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rylivers · 21 days

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Buddie "Loving you is the easiest thing I can do, but it's also the hardest."

okay this is more than 5 sentences but here:

He cannot believe he did that. To Buck. To Tommy. He's ruined everything. His relationship with Marisol was over way before it even got the chance to truly begin. It was inevitable. Something about seeing Buck so happy. With a man. A man who isn't Eddie. He was ready to ignore it. Ready to live with it, shove it deep down where he could never look it ever again. But he'd walked in on Buck and Tommy during the wedding reception and they were making out, Tommy's tongue in Buck's mouth, his thumb digging gently into Buck's chin, and Buck was giggling into his mouth like it was an every day occurance and Eddie had made a little noise in the back of his throat, like a strangled bird, and Buck and Tommy had pried themselves apart. Eddie had muttered something, he doesn't even remember what it was, but he remembers Buck's face, the way it shuddered into the most devastating expression he's ever seen, and Eddie had bolted from the wedding without saying goodbye to anyone. He was so stupidly mortified that he'd left his son at the reception. And Ravi, of all people, had been the person to drop the kid off half an hour later, giving Eddie a nod like he understood what he was going through. He'd bid Christopher goodbye, and then he'd looked Eddie in the eye and said 'I know it must be hard, seeing your ex move on with another man. I'm sorry, man.' Eddie barely had time to process that before Ravi was gone, walking back to his car, to his fiancé, a man whose name Eddie just cannot remember. Hes halfway through his bedtime routine, Chris already in his room sneakily playing video games with his best friend, when there's a key in the door, and Eddie drops his toothbrush into the sink and leaves it there, walking out into the hall to see a buck there, still wearing his suit, still looking so damn beautiful it's hard to breathe. He looks all cried out. Eddie's breath hitches when they make eye contact. Buck clears his throat, doesn't look away. "I broke up with Tommy." Eddie swallows thickly. "Why?" "You know, Eddie, loving you is the easiest thing I can do." Buck clears his throat again, sniffles a bit as he wipes at his face, looking so utterly exhausted. "But it's also the hardest. I just broke up with the most wonderful man, a man who told me he loves me a week ago, I thought I could really be with him, for a long time. But seeing that look on your face..." Buck walks toward him, and Eddie feels caged in, just standing frozen in the middle of his hallway, couldn't even move if he wanted to. Buck stops a few feet away, but he's so close that Eddie can smell his aftershave, the fancy one he loves to use for special occasions. "Hearing the heartbreak in your voice. I knew then that I haven't been imagining it. You've been jealous. Of Tommy. You love me. I can see it written all over your face. You were ready to let me go, let Tommy have me." Eddie can't do anything but nod. Buck looks down, a little smile appearing in the corner of his mouth. "I'm not letting you do that. Tommy was great about the whole thing. We both cried, but, he understands. I think he knew before I did. I'm fucking in love with you, Eddie. Have been, probably since the moment you told me you'd have my back in that parking lot." "Oh." Buck leans in, oh, so gently, and he strokes his thumb across Eddie's cheek before pressing their lips together. He pulls back, way too soon, and Eddie can't do anything except throw his arms around his shoulders, and kiss him again.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five

#buddie #my writing

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tripleaxeldiaz · 1 year

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until the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away (i’m yours)

read on ao3

The sun is setting, a warm orange glow seeping in through the blinds, when he comes into Buck’s room. Everyone else had been in and out already with hugs and goodbyes and promises of visiting tomorrow — everyone except Eddie. And judging from the redness still fading from around his eyes and the way he’s forcibly trying to keep his shoulders away from his ears, Buck thinks he understands why.

He’s been in Eddie’s shoes. No amount of therapy or coping mechanisms could have stopped the ice cold, all encompassing tendrils of panic from taking over his body and mind when Eddie was buried alive or shot in broad daylight. Even after running into the hospital room after Eddie woke up, he had to take 10 minutes in the bathroom to collect himself before he could open his mouth without bursting into tears.

So he gets it. He’s not mad.

He’s just really glad he’s here.

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice soft and low, almost as soft as the one he uses with Chris when he’s sick. Buck watches him make his way to the chair next to his bed and sit down, hesitating for a breath before pulling the chair as close to the bed as he can get.

Good. Buck would’ve pulled him over himself if he hadn’t.

“Hey,” he says back, sitting up straighter against his pillow. He’s not in pain exactly but he feels…uncomfortable. No position he sits in ever feels good enough, standing for too long makes him dizzy. The nurses are right, of course, he’s definitely still healing, he just wishes he didn’t feel like he was about to vibrate out of his skin while it was happening.

That may be a him thing, though, nothing at all to do with being struck by thousands of volts of electricity and all to do with him being restless, bouncing off the wall Buck.

A Buck that he no longer resents. Except in this moment when he just wants to relax.

They’re quiet as he adjusts himself, finally settling and facing Eddie as best he can. “Did Chris go home?”

“Yeah, about half an hour ago. Carla took him, he’s got school in the morning.” Eddie picks at a loose thread coming off the blanket covering the bed, and Buck notices he’s shaking. He wants to reach out, to hold him, to show him that he’s okay, that he’ll be back to normal in no time, but he looks like a strong breeze would shatter him where he sits, so he stays put. Eddie clears his throat before talking again, eyes never leaving the thread. “Did he tell you how we snuck him in to see you?”

Buck smiles. “He did. Made it sound a lot like a heist.”

“I wouldn’t call distracting one nurse a heist,” Eddie says. The corner of his mouth just barely ticks upwards, as close to a smile as Buck expects to see from him today. “But you know Chris, he could charm the pants off anyone without even trying.”

“Sounds like his dad.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears go Buck’s favorite shade of pink, and he’s grateful that he gets to see it again. But the levity is brief — his brow furrows again, and Buck sees him bite the inside of his cheek, watches the shaking get a little more pronounced. His hand had moved up the blanket at some point, coming to rest right next to Buck’s where it rests. Eddie traces the outside of his pinky, softly, gently, like he’s worried about Buck shattering too. He takes a couple deep breaths and moves his hand again, twisting their pinkies together. The vibrations that have been coursing through Buck for days now quiet down the smallest amount, but it’s enough. It’s a relief. He’s touching Eddie, and it feels grounding, steady, sure.

It feels like a lifeline.

“I was really scared,” Eddie says, quiet enough to almost be absorbed by the blankets and bedding. “I saw you hanging there and I just ran, I didn’t even think about it. And then you wouldn’t—we couldn’t—” his breath shudders. “You were so still. I’ve never seen you that still.”

Buck sits up then, moving so he’s cross-legged on the bed, looking at Eddie straight on. He twists their already clasped hands until they’re fully intertwined, grabs the other one too and holds on tight. He squeezes once, twice, three times, before Eddie takes the hint and looks him in the eye. They’re bright and shining with tears and Buck still wants to get lost in them, even when they’re breaking his heart.

“I remembered you, you know,” he says. Eddie cocks his head, confused. “Not the dream version of you, I didn’t even meet that version. But the real you, the one that had my back when I went up the ladder. The one that always has my back. I remembered that. I remembered you, before anyone else.”

Eddie ducks his head again just before his shoulders shake, still trying in vain to keep everything together, either for Buck’s sake or his own. He wishes he could drill it into his stubborn brain that it’s okay to break, that Buck has picked up the pieces before and he will every other time after, that he fought like hell to get back to this family, to this Eddie, shrapnel and all. Instead, he holds Eddie’s hand a little bit tighter, threads his other hand through the hairs at the back of his neck, and rests his forehead on Eddie’s crown. His hair smells like cedar and cinnamon and faintly of smoke. It smells like Eddie. It smells like home.

They sit up after a while, but neither goes very far — their hands are still clutched together and Eddie is tracing nonsense on the inside of Buck’s wrist. He can’t believe that even for a minute, he didn’t want to come back to this — to Bobby on his way with In ‘n’ Out, to Hen and Chim ordering a cake with a horrible joke on it in the waiting room, to Maddie’s smile and Chris’ laugh.

To Eddie holding his hand.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, softly but fiercely. He looks Buck in the eye again, determined and steady, like he’s trying to piece himself back together by sheer force of will. “For coming back to us. We need you, Buck, more than I think we’ll ever be able to tell you.”

He brings one of Eddie’s hands up to his heart, and the last of the vibrations finally melt away. He feels still again, but not in a scary way. In a way he’s not sure he’s ever been, even before being struck by lightning.

“I’ll always come back,” Buck says, a truth he knows better than his own name. “It’s gonna take a lot more than a trippy purgatory nightmare to keep me away from you.”

Eddie smiles, a real, joyful smile that crinkles at his eyes and makes Buck want to sing. He presses his lips to the inside of Buck’s wrist — in prayer, in thanks, in a promise.

It hits him then as hard as it’s hit since he opened his eyes: Buck’s home. People love him.

He finally believes it.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fic #911 fic #911 spoilers #HELLO SHE STILL REMEMBERS HOW TO WRITE #ficcery

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humblequestvinyl · 1 year

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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.

—-----

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?

#eddie diaz #humble quest #humble quest writing series #eddie diaz x reader #911 #9-1-1 #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 on fox #911 spoilers #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley x y/n #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz fluff #eddie diaz fic

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sunshinediaz · 9 months

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wip wednesday <3

happy wednesday friends <3 i was tagged by the lovely @wikiangela, @panbuckley, @try-set-me-on-fire, and @alyxmastershipper

this is from oklahoma and when i say it's going to be so indulgent, i mean it. it feels so dramatic because there's no context but just know there's no cheating in this fic, okay???

Fingers wrap around his wrist, stopping him before he reaches the door. “Eddie?” It’s Buck—of course it’s Buck. “Are you leaving?” Eddie turns around, taking in Buck’s flushed cheeks and loopy smile and big, bright blue eyes. He’s sloppy and sweaty, hair curling at the ends; his chest looks big beneath the gray t-shirt he’s wearing and Eddie remembers how safe and warm and cared for he felt when he laid his cheek there, lulled to sleep by the sound of Buck’s heartbeat. He sighs. “Yeah, Buck,” he answers, distracted and burning from Buck’s gentle touch on his wrist. “Chris is staying the night with Denny, and I’ve got a load of laundry to do before bed.” He laughs, kinda, and scrubs a hand down his face. “I don’t have anymore clean underwear.” Buck’s goofy grin grows. “Well, let me find my shoes and I’ll come home with you,” he says simply, easily, as if him going home with Eddie is something as solid and steady as the yellow sun in the sky. “We’ll knock the laundry out in no time.” “That’s okay. Stay and enjoy the party.” “The party’ll be fine without me,” he says, giggling, and rubs the pad of his thumb along the sensitive skin of Eddie’s wrist. It’s ice and fire all at once; Eddie shivers, unsure if he’s trying to get away or shove closer. “I’ll go with you.” “Buck—” “I wanna go with you, Eddie.” His grin dims into a loose, lopsided smile. “Please, Eddie? I’ll be good. I’ll be—” he hiccups, loud and sharp, and chuckles, “—I’ll be so good. I promise.” Eddie shuts his eyes and sighs. “Buck,” he tries again, realizing with sudden clarity that he’s always going to keep the two parts of himself separate. “Buck, baby, you’re drunk.” “So?” Buck burps, hiccups, and laughs again. “I won’t do anything, Eddie. I’ll be good.” He twists Eddie’s hand around until he can interlace their fingers. Against Eddie’s better judgement, he holds Buck tight. “Just wanna help you do your laundry and then—then go to bed with you.” He wants that, too, so badly it burns in the back of his throat. He got a taste of it the other night, of how it would be to have Buck so carnally and completely, with nothing between them except for their clothes, and now he feels like a man drowning, stretching out for a shore that’s always out of his reach. “Eddie—” “Buck—” “I want to go with you, Eddie,” Buck says again, jerking Eddie forward. Eddie goes, stumbling close, until their chests touch and he can see the little brown freckles on Buck’s nose. “I just wanna go home with you.” Eddie breathes deep. “Marisol is coming with me.” Buck blinks. “Oh,” he breathes, dropping Eddie’s hand and stepping away. He collides with the wall, knocking a picture frame crooked; Eddie reaches out to steady him but steps away when Buck flinches. “You should probably go, then. She’s waiting on you.”

no pressure tagging: @wildlife4life, @thewolvesof1998, @honestlydarkprincess, @eddiediaztho, @shitouttabuck, @housewifebuck, @jeeyuns, and whoever else wants to do it!!

#tag games #i keep bouncing around wips and adding 1k here and there and it's wildly messy but i'm getting some stuff done so??

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thewolvesof1998 · 4 months

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Day 12 pt. 2

Okay, so I thought I would do something special for the last day, here is a list of all of my favourite fics from all of my mutuals (I've read like 95% of these and others are highly anticipated!) I'm going to have to do this in two parts!

The Powder Room Plotby tinygiantsam @watchyourbuck

“Let me eat you out,” Eddie whispered, his voice dark. He gripped Buck's sides harder, rocking his hips up. Buck whimpered, inhaling sharply. The force made him bend over the sink, pushing himself farther against Eddie’s cock. “Eddie,” he said, warningly. “Please, Buck, let me eat you out,” he insisted, smelling the back of his head with his eyes closed. “No one’ll notice.”

Cow Eyes by theotherlucifer @theotherbuckley

Buck gets the call on a Saturday. He’s sat at the kitchen table, delving into some strange corner of the internet where he’s apparently discovered that seahorses hold each others' tails when they swim and that cows have best friends and that Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes remind him of cow eyes and maybe if they were cows then they’d still be best friends— And then he gets the call. His phone starts ringing just as he’s learning about polar bears giving each other nose boops. He reaches out and grabs the phone off the counter, still so lost in his deep dive that he doesn’t even check the number that’s calling. “Hello?” “Is this Evan Buckley?” A professional-sounding woman answers. It’s then that Buck promptly forgets whatever facts he just learnt and instead feels a familiar ache creeping its way into his chest. “That’s, uh— that’s me,” he manages to get out. “You’re listed as Eddie Diaz’ emergency contact, is that right?” (Or the 'Eddie's in hospital and Buck tries not to break down' fic except its actually just a cute silly little fic)

[Music Embedded] Burning Bright by Mangacat, with (wilfriede0815) @mangacat201

"The 118" is a secret tip still in the punk rock scene, but their manager Bobby Nash is determined to give them their Big Break soon. Right now, they're playing gigs wherever they can get them and working on a first album - with Buck trying to overcome songwriting insecurities, Eddie there to help, Chim and Ravi eager to enable and Hen despairing at the task of corralling that whole chaos clowncar by herself. Meanwhile, Christopher is working to outfox them all (in the name of love, of course).

right in front of your eyesby rainbow_nerds @rainbow-nerdss

He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single? Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face. “You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?” Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.” “So... Introduce them?” Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

I got a bed but I’d rather be in ours tonight by LongConvolutedSimiles @nmcggg

He’s close, he can’t believe he’s close already, from rubbing up against the mattress like a teenager having a wet dream. He could say it’s because he hasn’t done this in so long, spending night after night with Eddie by his side means he hasn’t had much privacy. But really he’s close because everything is just so overwhelmingly Eddie that it feels like he’s here, it feels like he’s watching him. “Buck?” Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck. - Or Buck and Eddie have been sharing a bed for a couple of months now, but when Eddie is away on a date Buck decides to let off some steam. Eddie comes home early.

You don't know how much love it cost me to say goodbye by Feru_08 @pirrusstuff

It's día de muertos and Evan Buckley prepares to see Eddie once again

i'll keep you alive if you show me the way by rosebuddiekin @giddyupbuck

“I know you’re there. I believe in you.” Eddie knows he isn’t just talking to Buck anymore. He doesn’t care, though, not enough to stop himself from crying out to any higher power that might be out there. “I want to believe.” It’s the truth. Eddie wants to believe, because Buck does. “Just, not Buck. Okay?” He can feel the tears starting, but he can’t be bothered to let go of Buck’s hand to clear them. Or: Eddie pleads with the Universe to save Buck after the lightning strike.

i'll lie awake for you by diazbegins @evanbegins

Eddie’s brings his hand back up to squeeze Buck’s jaw affectionately, thumb prodding at the corner of his mouth with a glint of mischief and arousal in his eyes, “I think we already got pretty messy last night.” “Well, that was ‘cause we got married a week ago,” Buck makes up that excuse and kisses Eddie all sloppy, biting his pouty bottom lip and putting a bit more of his weight forward to try and get Eddie on his back. Eddie doesn’t let him, turning his head so their lips connect more comfortably on each kiss. “We had plenty of messy mornings at Big Bear,” Eddie says when they break away before surging back forward, a warm pit in his stomach getting more and more evident the longer they keep on kissing so sweetly. Buck rolls his eyes but lets a noise escape him when Eddie gives a sharp nip to his lip, big hand squeezing the meat of his thigh before resting on his hip with a firm grip, “We need messy mornings when we aren’t on a honeymoon.” Or: Buck and Eddie, newly-weds, spend their well-deserved time alone. (AKA buddie fucking for about 7.9k words)

I'm not afraid to change your name ('cause I'm crazy about you) by smilingbuckley @smilingbuckley

5 times Buck gets called by his new last name + 1 time he has another name change -- "Hmm," Eddie nuzzles his nose against Buck’s cheek, "God, I love you." Buck, whose eyes had closed at the feeling of Eddie being cute with him, opens his eyes. They turn wide. They hadn't said that yet. Not after they started dating. Before, sure, but they had been just best friends. "You do?" Buck asks, voice soft. Eddie takes a step back and turns Buck around so he can look at him, then he cups Buck’s face. "I am so hopelessly, painfully, endlessly in love with you, Evan Nash." Buck’s cheeks redden more, "I love you too."

pumpkin patch kinda love by browney3dgirl6 @hoodie-buck

“How much longer dad?” “I’m sure they’re almost ready. Why don’t you hang out with your friends until it’s time?” Christopher frowned. “Can you go ask dad, please?” Eddie would rather do anything else, thanks. But, when your kid was your world, and his big puppy dog eyes were looking up to you, well—he was only human. Eddie gave Chris’ shoulder a squeeze before looking around, spotting what looked to be a teacher. Well, they had a clipboard in their hands at least. Walking toward the teacher like person, Eddie stopped as he got closer, clearing his throat. “Um, excuse me, are you one of the teachers?” The teacher turned around to face him, Eddie suddenly a little short on words. “Oh yea, hi. I uh, I’m Mr. Buck.” Of course he was. —or— During the halloween season, Eddie is introduced to Christophers teacher, the one with pretty blue eyes that he just can’t seem to stop running into

you're where i stand, hearing the sea by Maira @carrierofthepaperclips

What could Eddie possibly say? Sorry I accidentally kissed you, my body followed my heart without my permission? Sorry that our first kiss was so absentminded, when it should’ve been filled with everything I have yet to find the words for? Sorry that I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I can’t remember a time when I haven’t had to fight the urge, and I clearly lost that fight a minute ago? ... or the one with the accidental kiss.

Play me like a fiddle by JamesPearce911 @jamespearce9-1-1

Eddie plays the French Horn for the Los Angeles Philharmonic and is told about the wonderful new cello soloist playing with them for this concert. He sounds like a pretentious asshole and Eddie vows not to like him. In walks Evan Buckley, cellist from New York and soloist for this concert. Eddie quickly realises he's in trouble as the man immediately casts a spell on him, turning Eddie into a blushing mess. Can he put aside his feelings for Buck long enough to remain a professional and get through this week without making any poor decisions? (Spoiler Alert: he cannot)

Buck's Coma vs. Real World Checklist by marcato @jeeyuns

Buck: When I wake up, and I mean like every single time, I have this checklist now that I run in my head, like a way to test that I'm really here. Maddie: So, what do you check?

Out Of Order, Still In Line by callmenewbie @callmenewbie

“Alright. So, how do you wanna do this?” “I don't know, I didn't think that far.” Buck closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts, which was a task harder than he expected. “I guess, just… talk to me.” “About what?” Oh, god. Fuck. Okay. They were in it now, so he might as well just… “Tell me what to do.” Buck half-expected Eddie to quip ‘you don't know how to jerk off?’ but instead there was a moment of pause, then: “Okay.” Or When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

Say It All Out Loud by spacebabe17 @thosetwofirefighters

For a moment, he feels guilty about worrying—this is Tia Pepa, his favorite aunt, the one person who has always been on his side—but then he remembers what his parents—his father—had said when he’d tried having this conversation with them at nineteen. He knows Pepa and trusts her so much, but he’d trusted his parents too. or After his "date" with Vanessa, Eddie comes out to his aunt.

past the curses and cries (there's me and you) by MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1

“Welcome to Buckley’s magical apothecary,” The words died down on his throat as soon as he looked at who had walked through the doors. Eddie, Hen and Chim were walking towards the front desk; Hen and Chim were a couple of steps behind Eddie, staring at him with a worried expression, while Eddie looked completely tranquil, as he held on to a bracelet. On a surface level, Eddie looked like he did any other day, far too handsome in his uniform, with a small smile on his lips, and a teasing gleam on his eyes. But that wasn’t all, because all around him, Buck could see the lines of a curse taking hold of him. “What happened, what did you do?” Buck said instead of his usual greeting, walking to meet Eddie in the hallway, bumping his hip into his desk in the process, rattling the instruments he had left there. “What’s the curse?” Eddie rolled his eyes at him and said, “There isn’t one!” As Chim answered, “The bracelet is sending people to the hospital, near death experiences all of them” Or, Buck's a witch, Eddie's cursed, can I make it any more obvious?

Kiss Me Before it's Over (If Only for a Minute) by Bob_loblaws_lawblog @buddierights

Evan Buckley is living out his childhood dream as the star hitter for the Philadelphia Phillies. He’s climbing the ranks, improving his stats with every single game – he’s unstoppable. That is, until the Los Angeles Angels get a new pitcher seemingly out of nowhere. Known for his strong arm and tricky curve balls, Eddie Diaz is one of the few pitchers in the nation who consistently makes Buck strike out, and its infuriating. Even from the sixty feet that separate them between the batter’s box and the pitcher’s mound, the weight of Diaz’s gaze is enough to make Buck’s blood boil. Because Buck doesn’t get nervous on game day, he never feels calmer than when he steps up to the plate with the bat in his hand – it’s where he belongs. But when he sees Eddie Diaz standing on that mound, his stomach flips and nerves spark across his skin. Because if there is one thing Buck knows for sure, it is that he hates Eddie Diaz. … Until he doesn’t.

tagging: @hippolotamus @exhuastedpigeon @steadfastsaturnsrings @monsterrae1 @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @buddierights @jamespearce9-1-1

#9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie fic #fic recs #thewolvesof1998 fic recs #12 days of fandom joy #ao3

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daffi-990 · 3 months

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Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @diazsdimples and @tizniz. Thank you lovelies for the tag! Everyone be sure to check out what they shared okay?!

Today I present to you some tsunami action from Rival Firefighters 🚒. I finished all of the tsunami stuff for Buck’s chapter today which I am happy about … I’m just not sure how I feel about what I wrote 😬. I found the tsunami difficult to write and I’m very nervous and slightly overwhelmed at revisiting it again in the next chapter but in Eddie’s POV. It’s definitely going to be a challenge, but I want to improve and stretch myself as a writer which means challenging myself haha.

Prev snippet from this au can be found here

“I can’t hold on!” Chris cries out before he’s losing his grip and slipping under the water.

Heart hammering in his chest Buck waits for a moment before diving into the rapids, swimming with all his might. If he timed it right he should intercept Chris.

Fuck he hopes he timed it right.

Debris clouds the water making it hard to see but not impossible, and coming straight towards him is Chris. Buck reaches out and grabs onto Chris, pulling him towards him.

I’ve got him, I’ve got him, I’ve got him.

They break through the surface, both sucking in deep lungfuls of air as they hold tightly to each other, Buck cradling the back of Chris’s head as he repeats I’ve got you over and over again, as much a comfort for himself as it is for Chris.

With Chris now in his arms, Buck begins swimming in search of safety where they can rest and wait for help, ideally somewhere out of the water.

He doesn’t have to search far, for less than a mile ahead Buck spots a fire engine, the red of the roof standing out among the ocean of blue and white surrounding them, a bright beacon of hope. Buck swims towards the engine and pushes Chris up onto the roof as quickly as he can. He begins to pull himself up, arms shaking from exertion but he doesn’t stop, keeps pulling up and up until his torso is over the edge and he’s able to crawl into the center, collapsing beside Chris.

We’re safe.

We’re alive.

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#daffi writes #fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #buddie wip #buddie #I wanted to keep the pace of the tsunami fast for this chapter just like it would’ve been for Buck and Chris #not a whole lot of time to stop and inner monologue when you’re fighting for your life and trying to save your kid #hopefully it doesn’t suck and I’ll feel better about it after a reread and maybe some editing

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Some Of My Works:

Find me on A03 at Tizniz - All for 9-1-1 fandom

sang to the sea for feelings deep blue (14K)

God, he hopes Buck got out. That he isn’t trying to get to Eddie. That he gets to go home. And not just because Christopher needs him, although he does since Eddie is fairly certain he’s not making it home this time. He doesn’t let himself dwell too long on that thought. No, Eddie wants Buck to go home because he deserves it. Because Buck deserves to live. Because Eddie needs him to live. OR: The 118 responds to a cruise ship emergency.

Scattered Lines (4.2K)

But it was only a handful of cuts those times. He had it under control. And he was going longer without it. He had a therapist, and Dr Copeland was helping him. Sure, she didn’t know about it, because Buck didn’t think she needed to. It wasn’t that bad. He had it under control. But he was doing okay. He was getting better. He wasn’t better anymore. OR: Buck struggles. And someone finds out.

Twice Struck (3.4K)

In response, Buck tears his hands away from Eddie, taking a step back, blue eyes flashing angrily as he glares at Eddie. “Why did I have to find out from Chimney that you were also struck by lightning?” Well…fuck. OR: Buck finds out he wasn't the only one struck by lightning that night.

gone. (2.7K) - 9-1-1

“He’s gone.” The words are ripped from his chest and up his throat, spewing out onto the table. “Buck’s…Buck’s dead.”

3 Men 1 Baby (21K)

It’s a good thing the groceries have made it to the table, because the eggs would certainly have cracked from Eddie dropping the bags to the floor. Because Evan Buckley was standing there holding a baby. A baby. OR: Buck, Eddie, and Chim get a baby. Here's what happens.

looking for a hand to hold on (3.4K)

The last thing Eddie is expecting to find upon venturing out for a glass of water at nearly two in the morning is Buck sitting in the dark on his couch. And yet, at the same time, Eddie doesn’t find it all that surprising.

Reaching Out (3.6K)

You can always reach out to me. Anytime, okay? I’m always here. Buck reaches out, but no one reaches back.

Dinosaur Facts (2.5K)

Eddie takes Chris to the museum for the newest dinosaur exhibit. There, they meet tour guide Buck

(Not) Under the Mistletoe (2.4K)

Buck is definitely not avoiding Eddie at the Christmas party where mistletoe is everywhere.

Yellow Is Your Colour (4.8K)

The 118 responds to a call about a man stuck in a slide.

some people who carry me (2.7K)

Eddie is doing better. He is. But better doesn’t mean he’s always doing good. Or even okay. There are times when he is doing very much not okay. And there are times like today, when he is doing so much worse than not okay.

One Week (2K)

One week may not seem like a big milestone to Buck, but Eddie isn't letting him continue thinking that.

Buttons and Patience (2.5K) - NSFW

If anyone asks, Buck will blame Eddie’s buttons. Whenever Eddie wore those damn Henleys, he kept them reasonably buttoned up. But apparently not tonight. No, tonight those buttons were undone and exposing tantalizing skin, golden in the dimly lit bar lighting, and exposing Eddie’s collarbones. Buck wants to bite. Hard. Or lick. He’s not picky.

For The Record (2.1K) - NSFW

Eddie, for the record, does not actually know how he has ended up in this position. And he would also like it noted on the record that he is not complaining.