#and hates when he pays attention to anyone besides christopher or eddie himself

[set-phasers-to-whump]

a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

Prompt: shoot the hostage

Whumpee: Eddie Diaz

Fandom: 911

hi!!! first off this fic is not the whumpiest but like. this is just where the wind took me. anyway i really hope that you enjoy it anyway, i was suddenly just Inspired and this is the result!

Eddie feels the barrel of the gun shake where it’s pressing up against the back of his head. “Just let me go,” the man holding it is saying. “Let me go and I swear I won’t hurt him.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Bobby says, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. “I need you to let him come back over here.”

“No, no, you’ll just try to stop me. Let me go and I’ll let him go as soon as I’m far enough away.”

This doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world to Eddie. Better that he doesn’t get shot, is his thinking. If that means being pushed around by this guy and eventually left on the side of the road someplace, that’s fine. Much better than somebody trying to be a hero (he glances at Buck, wishing the other man could read his mind, for the first time ever) and ending up with casualties.

But Bobby doesn’t see it that way. “That won’t work,” he insists. “The police are on their way. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do about it. But you have a choice. You can let Eddie go, and only face the charges for robbery, or you can face charges for robbery and for taking a hostage.”

The gun presses harder into the back of Eddie’s head. He tries not to flinch away, tries not to think of the click he’d heard when it’d first been put into its current position, tries not to imagine the bullet firing, tries not to imagine dying…

“You’re arresting me either way,” the man says. “What do I care what it’s for?”

Eddie watches Bobby shake his head, then turn to look at Buck. Some kind of silent communication passes between the two of them. What it is exactly, Eddie can’t tell. 

And then Buck looks at him, and, shit, Eddie really doesn’t need to be looked at by him right now. Not when he’s trying to focus on not getting shot.

Buck mouths something at him, which looks like “almost here.” Eddie breathes a sigh of relief. The police will arrive soon, and arrest this guy, and then he will be fine. Everything just needs to stay as it is for a few more minutes.

Of course, it doesn’t. Bobby takes a step forward, and the man says, “I’ll shoot him if you take another step, I swear I will.” Bobby takes the man for his word, and Eddie briefly loses track of everything happening around him as his heart pounds in his chest, harder than he thinks it’s ever beaten before. 

That was close, that was way too close, he thinks, and he feels his hands start to shake. He’s been aware of the danger he’s in since it began, but it’s only now sinking in how very close he is to dying. He thinks of Christopher and his parents and his siblings and abuela and Buck, and he feels tears start to spill down his cheeks but doesn’t dare bring up a hand to wipe them away. 

And then, faintly, he hears a siren, and then there is a police car coming closer and closer, and he’s spun around as his captor whirls to face the police cars. 

“Tell them to stop!” he shouts. “I’ll shoot him, I swear!”

Eddie’s just about to do something, make a break for it, fling himself away, and then the man does it for him, shoving him away and to the ground. Eddie spins around involuntarily, stumbling backwards and hitting the dirt hard. He coughs, and then there’s a bang and something hits him and for a second he’s just lying there, ears ringing, confused, and then the pain starts. 

It’s hot and horrible and he can feel his blood pouring out of him, soaking into his clothes and into the ground, and there are noises all around him that he’s not paying attention to, and he’s not screaming but he wishes he was. He’s crying instead, silently, and staring straight up into the sky, feeling himself bleed out. He thinks again of Christopher and tries to reach for his medallion, but his hands are refusing to cooperate and all he can think is not now, not like this, please, no, and then there is a hand in his pocket and he forces his watering eyes to focus. 

Buck.

The medallion is pressed into his hand, and then his other hand is being grabbed by Buck, and then something presses into his stomach and it hurts but the only noise he makes is a soft groan of pain, and then someone is picking him up and he knows this, feels the material of a stretcher underneath him and sees the familiar setting of the back of the ambulance.

He hears the doors slam and feels the ambulance start to move, and he knows there are others back here but the only person he can focus on is Buck, who is holding his hand, an act which ordinarily might’ve managed to turn his cheeks pink, were quite a lot of his blood not currently outside of his body.

Buck is saying something to him, something he can’t quite hear, but the look on his face is almost as painful as the gunshot wound, and Eddie uses the meager amount of strength he has left to squeeze Buck’s hand and choke out a hoarse, “Buck.”

Buck immediately stops saying whatever it was he’d been saying. “Yeah, Eddie?”

“‘M dying,” he says. “Right?” He thinks he is. He’s been close enough before to know what it feels like. He feels his St. Christopher medallion digging into the skin of the hand not currently holding onto Buck for dear life, and wishes desperately to see his son one last time. “I can’t die,” he says, and then he coughs and tastes blood on his lips and he knows that that’s bad.

“You’re not going to die,” Buck says, and this time Eddie can hear him. He looks like maybe he’s crying, too, which is nice, Eddie thinks. He doesn’t have to cry alone. 

He feels the edges of unconsciousness settle in, hears someone else tell him to hold on, but he can’t, and he gives Buck’s hand another squeeze and whispers, “I love you,” and then everything goes black.

--

He wakes up slowly, blinking as the world comes into fuzzy focus. Machines are beeping around him, and there’s the familiar smell of antiseptic in the air. 

He’d been shot, he remembers, and he reaches a hand down to touch his stomach, finding a layer of bandaging that doesn’t hurt much when he touches it. That’s a nice change, he thinks, drowsily. 

He then gives his surroundings a brief once-over. A table to his right. A couple machines beside it. A duffle bag next to the door. A chair to his left, with Buck curled up awkwardly in it, breathing deeply. More machines.

Buck.

“Buck,” he says, wincing when the action of speaking makes his throat burn. He coughs and tries again. “Buck.”

Buck jolts awake, looking around frantically, before his eyes land on Eddie. His face breaks into a grin which Eddie can’t help but return.

“How do you feel?” he asks, and for once, Eddie is completely honest when he says he feels fine. 

“Where’s Chris?” he asks.

“He’s at home, Eddie. It’s four in the morning. He was here earlier, but you were asleep.”

“Oh,” Eddie says. “I was out for a while, then,” he concludes. It had been daylight when he’d gotten shot.

A pained look crosses Buck’s face. “Yeah,” he says. “You were. You scared us, Eddie. You scared me.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that. He hadn’t meant to scare anyone. He hadn’t meant to get shot. “I’m sorry,” he says, and Buck reaches out, putting a hand on his arm. 

Eddie feels his heart skip a beat (and then looks at the screen of the monitor, which assures him that it hasn’t actually done that). Focus, he thinks to himself. Buck doesn’t need to deal with any of your feelings right now.

“Just don’t do it again,” Buck says, and he’s smiling now, and god, Eddie never wants him to stop. 

“I love you,” he says, the words slipping from his mouth before he can stop them. He half closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to see Buck’s response.

“I know,” Buck says. “I love you, too.”

“I’m s-” Eddie says, before the meaning of what Buck’s said hits him. “What?”

Buck raises an eyebrow. “I love you, too, Eddie.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to focus on first - the fact that Buck loves him, too, comes to mind, but then, so does Buck’s statement of I know. Had he been that obvious?

He asks, figuring there’s no harm it can do.

Buck looks at him confusedly for a second, and then he laughs. “You don’t remember, do you?” he asks, putting a hand to Eddie’s cheek. “You told me already, after you got shot.” That pained look ghosts across his face again, and Eddie hates it, hates that he’s the reason it’s there. So he does the only reasonable thing. He pulls Buck closer to him, nearly making him trip and fall into one of the machines, and then he kisses him, softly and gently. 

It’s over in a matter of seconds, but they both pull back breathless. They stare at each other for a second, and Eddie nearly melts at the look of pure love on Buck’s face, a look he knows is sitting on his own face, too. 

“Can’t believe it took me getting shot for me to finally get to kiss you,” Eddie says, leaning his face into Buck’s shoulder. “It was worth it, though,” he adds. 

“Just don’t do it again,” Buck warns, for the second time. 

“As long as you keep kissing me,” Eddie agrees.

“I wasn’t planning on stopping.”

thanks so much for reading this!! i know it’s fluffier than my usual stuff but i Love Them so yeah. hope you enjoyed! (also i know that usually someone would have probably sent buck home bc it’s so early in the morning but buck is Stubborn and i like to think he can get the hospital people to do what he wants lol)

#whumptober2020 #no.16 #shoot the hostage #911 #fic #eddie diaz #shot #taken hostage #unconscious #waking up #my writing #i say things #not that anybody cares but i Did look up the california penal code for this lmao

[seaofashes]

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” 😭🥺👀💙

Eddie sighed as they made their way back to the station, eager to get out and into the showers. Buck sat next to him, their knees touching as Buck's absentminded knee bouncing slowed and came to a stop. Eddie glanced over at him, Buck's head was resting back and his eyes were closed and mouth slightly agape. Eddie shook his head to himself before looking forward again and catching Hen's knowing gaze for a moment.

"Poor guy, he doesn't seem like he's been getting enough sleep lately." Hen stated and Eddie nodded. He knew that Buck had a rough time sleeping, the night terrors weren't as frequent now but they still made themselves known and Buck could never get back to sleep after one unless Eddie was there with him. Eddie felt bad for not being there last night but Buck had gone back to his own place... because as much as Eddie hated it...Buck didn't live with him. Not yet. Eddie was working on it though. Eddie turned his gaze back to Hen.

"He's still struggling with sleep sometimes. Don't really blame him for that either, I'd have a hell of a time sleeping after what he's been through too. " Eddie said to her and she nodded. Eddie looked to see what street they were on before gently nudging Buck who jerked up.

"It wasn't me!" Buck shouted causing them to all laugh quietly.

"We're a few blocks from the station sleeping beauty." Eddie mumbled and Buck looked at him scrunching his face.

"Thank God. Dude you seriously need a shower wow. No wonder I fell asleep, your stench is enough to KO anyone Eddie." Buck stated as he leaned away from Eddie but kept their legs touching. Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Yeah thanks, I had no idea that falling into that pit would make me smell like a rotting corpse in a pile of sh-"

"Ahah language or that's money in the swear jar man. Christopher has a steep price for that thing man. $3 a word is outrageous." Buck said pointing a finger at him. Eddie stared at him exasperatedly.

"If that's the case then you owe like $27!?" Eddie called out loudly as they pulled into the station. Buck shook his head and looked innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about Eddie, I was an angel last call."

Eddie pulled off his headset before attacking Buck in a hug earning laughs from everyone. "EDDIE! Oh my God this is so fucking disgusting. Oh God what even is this?" Buck exclaimed as he gagged. Eddie got out of the truck and Bobby looked them over.

"Don't track that stench through the house, showers both of you." Bobby said and they both nodded and headed to the locker room. Buck grumbling the entire time and even more so when he started undressing. Eddie practically tore his own shirt off him and stepped out of his pants before he grabbed his towel and headed to one of the shower stalls and turned on the water sighing at the warmth of the water hit his skin. He stands under the water with his head tilted back as the water runs over his skin and washes some of the mud and God only knows what off him.

"Dude how are you not scrubbing at your skin right now?" Buck mumbled from behind him and Eddie scoffed as he opened an eye and looked back at him. Buck grabbed the shampoo pouring some into his hand before starting on Eddie's hair.

"Buck-"

"Don't worry Eds, no funny business at work. Just wanted to see if you were okay."

"You just didn't want to be alone." Eddie stated, he knew Buck hated being alone for too long even more so after rough sleep nights. Buck smiled sheepishly.

"I'm fine Ev, how you holding up?" Eddie asked as he got to work on Buck's hair as Buck's fingers still working through Eddie's hair. Buck shrugged.

"I'm fine, probably gonna crash as soon as I get home though. I'm beat." Buck said as he stepped closer to Eddie, both chest to chest under the water rinsing their hair. Buck rested his forehead against Eddie's and Eddie pressed forward gently capturing Buck's mouth. The kiss was short and sweet but it got a smile out of Buck and that's all that ever mattered to Eddie.

"Why don't you stay at my place? Or Chris and I can come to your place?" Eddie said quietly as he grabbed the soap and scrubbed at his body. Buck doing the same with his own.

"Eddie it's fine, I'll be okay you don't have to-"

"Buck please. I think we both sleep better when we're next to eachother." Eddie said trying not to meet Buck's eyes but also not wanting his gaze to wander lower so he turned entirely.

"Take it you didn't sleep much either last night?"

"I never do unless I'm with you Buck."

"Alright, I still have clothes at your place right?" Buck asked and Eddie laughed.

"Yeah, like three drawers man. And a toothbrush. And your favorite blanket is still on the bed. You also left your jacket." Eddie mumbled the last bit.

"I've been looking for that jacket everywhere oh my God. And yeah I'll come over tonight." Buck replied as Eddie turned the water off and reached out grabbing the two towels and threw one at Eddie. Both dried off and wrapped themselves in towels before heading into the locker room. "When's Christopher's science project due?"

"Next Friday. You're still helping out right? You know I hate all that math and equation stuff." Eddie said as he opened his locker and frowned before searching through his duffle.

"Is that even a question? Of course. Besides the math part of the science project is worth a lot of the grade. It can't look flashy and cool and not have how it got to be that flashy and cool. I'm telling you he's gonna do great Eds. He really is." Buck said as he began pulling on his extra jeans and shirt.

"I know he is, don't know where the kid gets his brains from. Both his parents were fucking jackasses most of his life." Eddie muttered as he dumped his bag and groaned.

"Okay you're gonna end up dumping your entire check into that jar, and you're not a jackass Eddie. Smart people do dumb things, I am the perfect example of that." Buck said and pulled out his hoodie. "What are you looking for man?"

"Give me that." Eddie said eyes glued to the hoodie. Buck looked momentarily confused as he looked down at his hands.

"Uh...why?"

"Just give it here." Eddie said as he finished pulling on his jeans, leaving the belt undone as he turned his attention to Buck again.

"What if I said no?"

"Give. Me. It." Eddie said staring Buck down.

"You forgot your other shirts didn't you." Buck asked with a hint of a smirk.

"Sharing is caring Evan! Now give me the damn hoodie!!!" Eddie yelled out as Chimney and Bobby walked in, Eddie had a hand outstretched towards Buck who was laughing.

"Do we even want to ask?" Bobby asked as he glanced between the two of them.

"You're suppose to steal your boyfriend's hoodies, not demand them half naked Eddie." Chimney said as he went to his locker. Eddie flushed, he felt like he was on fire. Buck smiled at him softly and tossed him the hoodie. Bobby shook his head and looked between them.

"We'll fill out the paperwork for HR tommorow. After we eat you guys are going home...and Diaz make sure he gets some sleep." Bobby said in the most fatherly tone they've heard in a while. Eddie nodded as he pulled on the hoodie and stuck his hands in the pocket and was suddenly really glad he left his other shirt at home.

Dinner was filled with the team teasing the two and a lot of people having to pay Chimney for winning the bet on when they'd get together. Hen was a little off and had made a comment about why they couldn't have decided to get together a little sooner than they had. Once they got home they found Christopher already fast asleep thanks to Carla and both kissed his head goodnight before moving to Eddie's room, their room really, and fell asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

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[marvel-medigeek-fics]

Tape My Heart

Relationships that form in the athletic training room are not allowed. Buck knows that. Eddie knows that. Everybody knows that. But it happens. 

—

Buck and Eddie spend a lot of time in the same room. Doing the same thing. They know the rules. So they stick to doing their jobs. Taping ankles. Listening to the griefs of their athletes. Watching the games. Looking in on practices. There’s times when there’s no one in the athletic training room for treatments, no games to preside over, and Eddie and Buck are alone. They fix the shelves, clean obsessively, but most of the time: they talk. They talk about Christopher, memories, and their athletes.

After the third double header of the week and the twelve thousandth wipe down of the week, the work is finally done.

“Finally!” Buck sighs in relief.

“Can we agree that the ad needs to stop scheduling 3 home double headers on the same week? Especially 2 weeks before finals.” Eddie replies, stacking the rolls of prewrap back in the cabinet.

“We’ll have to take it up with her.” Buck chuckles to himself, wiping down the table. Again.

“How many times are you going to wipe down that table?”

“Can never be too clean. A lot of people sweat on these cesspools.”

“No kidding. Hand me a towel.” Eddie grabs another bottle of cleaner and sprays down the whirlpool.

“It’s 11pm and we’re cleaning. What is up with that?” Buck says, continuing to clean.

“It’s part of the job. Besides, it’s therapeutic.”

“Way better than fighting people, I suppose.”

“I thought we weren’t talking about that.”

Buck just laughs, and cleans the same spot he was cleaning 5 minutes ago. He doesn’t want to leave, so he will make these tables pristine. He enjoys the alone time with his best friend, as bars and things outside of work don’t happen very often. The athletic training room is the place where they spend the most time, as such, it’s the place where friendships are made.

—

The rules of the AT room are simple: no complaining, no foul language, and nothing but professionalism. The head trainer is strict, and everyone knows to follow the rules. Some people don’t, of course, but they got taken care of real quick. Buck and Eddie both know, if they want to keep their jobs, they can’t be anything more than friends.

There was a few incidents that landed them with warnings. Buck with a few of the swimmers, and Eddie with, well, no one, except half the student body flirting with him. He never flirts back. He could have anyone he wanted, and he tells himself he never went for it because he loves his job and hates paperwork. But truthfully, there was something else that kept him holding back. 

He looked over at Buck, who was taping the shoulder of a tennis player. His enthusiasm is infectious, and he eminates what loving your job looks like. There’s no question that he loves his job. And he loves his athletes. Eddie isn’t like that. He cares, yes, but he isn’t like Buck. Sometimes he wishes he could be more like him, unabashedly loving to anyone around him. 

After he finishes taping, Buck looks over at Eddie, who is watching a sprinter on the zero gravity treadmill. He is so concientious and serious. Nothing gets past him. Sometimes, Buck wishes he was more like that. Buck’s always been light and breezy, and never been the one to pay attention to the little things. Maybe it’s why the two are always assigned to the same sports. They work well together. Buck has the big picture covered and Eddie covers the details. Where Buck has the empathy, there’s Eddie with the more serious things. 

--

“Week two of double headers.” Buck sighs, breathing in the stillness and the silence of the empty room before the chaos begins. Softball on Monday, baseball on Tuesday and a tennis tourney on Friday. Plus all of the regular practices. Buck thrives on the chaos, however, he still likes the silence once in a while. 

“You ready, Buckley?” Eddie says as he comes through the door a few minutes after Buck. 

“I was born ready, Diaz.” Buck grins. 

“Let’s do this.” Eddie gestures to the athletes behind him. 

30 minutes later, pre workout treatments are running smoothly and everything is alright. Buck is still pining over Eddie, but he can shove it down for the day. Eddie is still hiding his staring at Buck, but he can distract himself with the work. 

There’s no room for anything but doing their jobs. So they do them. Nothing makes for a more perfectly taped ankle than concentrating on not staring at the man you’re in love with. 

“You’re good to go,” Buck grins at his last patient for the morning, Emily. 

“Thanks, Buck.” There was a time when Buck would flirt, and try to get lucky. But he wasn’t that man anymore. He was Buck 1.0 back then, and the work it took to create Buck 2.0, and then Buck 3.0. He just didn’t want to throw it away. And then he would look at Eddie, and want to light the work on fire. The feelings were undeniable and hard to control. But if Buck had learned one thing from chronic pain after an injury, it was how to bite down the pain and shove it away. 

—

Braves are up by 3 and they’re up to bat. Emily taps her bat against the plate twice. The pitch comes through and the hit is perfect. Perfect, until it slices through the air into the third baseman’s nose.

Typical Eddie, he’s the first person out there. He sees all. Buck’s right behind him. They work perfectly together, checking the player for a concussion, and setting her nose.

There’s no confusion, because doing this, it’s easy. There’s no awkwardness when they reach for the same thing or when they tape the gauze. There’s no questioning the job.

It’s what happens after that leaves a lot of questions. After the game, the crowd is electric. But Buck and Eddie, they are calm. Cool. Collected.

“Heard anything about Teagan?” Buck says to clear the awkward silence.

“Who?” Eddie replies, restocking the tape supplies.

“The girl that got hit in the face with a softball.”

“Oh. Her. Yeah, she’s good. She’ll be back out there in a few days.”

“That’s great.”

“Greater still is that she thanked us. People don’t do that very often when they are dripping blood. Great end to a great day.”

There’s not a beat between Eddie’s words and when a Buck kisses him. Or when Eddie kisses back.

“Did that make it greater?” Buck says, his voice husky.

Instead of answering, Eddie kisses him again.

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