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Late Night Fights

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine based on a few requests I've combined together. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: A rough day for everyone only gets worse when Eddie comes home in bruises and an argument stresses (Y/n) and the baby out.

Enjoy.

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Tilting her head up, (Y/n) smiled gratefully when Eddie placed a cup of coffee down in front of her. She leaned to the right and let her head fall on his arm that was resting on the back of her chair and she felt him lean down to kiss the top of her hair.

"Are you actually going to eat before we leave?" He mumbled each word against the top of her head while he moved his free hand to rest on her shoulder.

Eddie was up, showered, dressed and had already had breakfast, all that was left was for (Y/n) and Chris to eat and then they would all be ready to go. But he could see (Y/n) had a full bowl of cereal in front of her that she had barely touched. Whereas Chris was munching his way through his usual rainbow hoops he had almost every day.

"M'not hungry,"

"We're not going unless you eat something," Eddie rose a brow when (Y/n) tilted her head back on his arm and glared up at him. "I'm serious. Remember last time? I'm not doing another emergency stop because you've fainted and whacked your head on the window. Eat."

He watched the way (Y/n) rolled her lips together and averted her eyes down to his chest, unable to keep the eye contact when she knew he was right.

They were going to be in the car for over an hour to get to the fayre and (Y/n) got car sick. If she ate before they left, it would at least settle her stomach and the baby and make her feel a little bit better. The last time they were taking a long car drive, (Y/n) didn't feel well enough for breakfast. One moment she had been telling Eddie she felt sick, then the next he had to brake hard when she fainted and fell against the door.

He could still hear the way (Y/n)'s head slammed into the window, he truly thought she had split her head open when her body bounced back and flailed into his arm.

Eddie wasn't having that memory repeat itself today.

"Bossy," (Y/n) spoke under her breath while a grin crept onto her lips.

When she turned her head back towards the table, her lips parted and her chest burst with adrenaline when she felt Eddie's fingers cup her chin. His thumb brushed across her jaw and his fingers pressed beneath her chin so he could tilt her head so she was looking at him as he crouched down beside her.

"What was that?" His eyebrows raised high and the way he pursed his lips showed he was trying to distort a smile.

He knew what effect he had on her when he stroked his thumb across her bottom lip and gave it a slight pinch.

"Baby. I called you baby," (Y/n) leaned forward, brushing her chin against his wrist so she could reach out and cup his face in her hands and pull him in for a searing kiss. Her fingertips tapped against his skin and left tingling sparks in her wake while she sucked his lower lip between hers, trying her best to wind him up but keep him sweet.

"Did you?" His breath fanned against her lips and (Y/n) could feel how breathless he was, panting against her, his lips so close but barely touching. "I could have sworn you called me bossy."

He leaned forward to kiss her again and moved his hand round to cup the back of her neck. Until he felt something splash against his cheek and his eyes snapped open and a gasp left his lips.

Chris giggled, shrinking down in his seat when his dad's gaze fixed on him after he flicked his spoon at them, splattering them both with droplets of milk from his cereal bowl. He could see his dad was about to stand up and come over to him either to tickle him or tease him in some way, but just as Eddie stood up, his phone started to ring in his back pocket.

"Saved by the bell," He pointed a finger menacingly at Chris and mumbled 'it's Bobby' into (Y/n)'s hair as he kissed her temple again before he wandered into the kitchen.

Propping her head up on her hand, (Y/n) looked back down at her cereal which looked as unappealing as ever. But she figured Eddie was right, she really needed to eat something and if she left the cereal much longer it would go soggy and she wouldn't touch it. She managed three mouthfuls that all felt like stones settling in the pit of her stomach before her eyes locked on Eddie when he walked back into the dining room.

He looked pale. He was swirling his phone around in circles between his fingers and his free hand was opening and closing into a fist like he was stretching out his fingers.

Something was wrong.

"Everything okay?"

He started to tap his phone against his other palm and the action made (Y/n) tense and sit up straighter in her chair. Had something happened down at the station? Was everyone alright?

"I uh… I gotta go to work."

"What?" A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine and she couldn't stop herself from looking across the table at Chris.

They were supposed to be going out to the fayre today. A long drive out of town. Amusement rides. Games. Dinner. The plan wasn't going to work out very well if Eddie couldn't go with them. It was a family day, not a mother and son day which was very different and not planned out yet.

Chris didn't do well with change. Routines were everything and they made a point never to tell Chris about plans they made unless they were one hundred percent certain the plans would work out. If they told Chris they were going to the park on a certain day, that was what would happen come rain or shine, they would be at the park.

Ruined or changed plans meant the day shifted. Chris had gotten himself happy and geared up for this, if they spent the day at home he would be at a loss for what to do and it would set him right off balance.

"We're going out." Chris dropped his spoon into his half empty bowl and stared up at his dad with a crinkling nose and tightly pressed lips. It was more of a demand than a question or a statement. They were supposed to be going out. Now. What would of happened if they had already been in the car on their way to the fayre? Couldn't they just get in the car now and go?

Eddie slipped his phone back into his pocket and leaned one hand on the back of (Y/n)'s chair while the other hand ran up and down his freshly shaved jaw.

"Buddy I… I know and I'm sorry, but I'm on call this week. Hen is off sick so I have to go in and cover the shift."

He felt (Y/n)'s hand move to rub over his lower back and when she leaned her temple against his waist, he moved his hand to grip her shoulder.

The thought of being on call had slipped Eddie's mind completely. They had today planned for over a week and told Chris three days ago what the plans were. It wasn't very often that anyone on call usually had to go into shift. When someone rang in sick, they called round other workers to see if anyone wanted overtime and if they didn't, then the last resort was whoever was on call that week. Half the time Eddie got an extra fifty bucks just for being on call and he never had to go on shift.

Until today.

"No."

"Chris I don't have a choice, buddy I'm really sorry. I'll make it up to you, we can go tomorrow-"

"No!"

He didn't want to go tomorrow. He didn't want to go next week. Chris wanted to go today, like they planned, as they should do. He had barely slept last night, waiting in anticipation to get up and get ready to go out. He had been excited for the past few days waiting to go out today and now they weren't going.

And he knew (Y/n) couldn't take him on her own because she was pregnant so even if they went, they couldn't go on any of the rides together. The rides were something Chris and Eddie always did together while (Y/n) would watch and take photos for them. Chris wanted Eddie to go, he wanted a family day out with both his parents.

A jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she jumped back in her chair when Chris slammed his hands down on the table. She wasn't sure whether it was intentional or not, but one of his hands hit the cereal bowl and sent it rolling into the middle of the table. The spoon flew through the air and clattered onto the floor, a sheet of milk spread across the wooden table along with multicoloured hoops that scattered all across the table and the floor.

(Y/n) tilted her head down and took a shallow breath while Eddie took a step back and shook his arms out at his sides to fling off the milk that sprayed all over his front.

"Christopher sit down please."

Using the table as leverage, (Y/n) pushed up to her feet and hovered one hand on Eddie's shoulder as she walked in front of him to try and go to Chris. She could feel Eddie's hands hovering over her waist as she reached out to take Chris's hand when he scrambled down from the table and went to run away.

"Baby please its-" As soon as (Y/n)'s hand curled around Chris's upper arm, he flung himself around at her and screamed. He slapped her hand away and dropped down to the floor on his bum, kicking his feet out at her to get her to leave him alone.

He didn't want touch. He didn't want comfort or promises or words to soothe him. He wanted to scream, hit, thrash and knock down everything in his path until the world felt like it was going in the right direction again and everything was back to how it should be. What was he supposed to do now? His day was ruined, he wasn't going out where he wanted to go and he wouldn't be with both his parents. For the rest of the day, possibly the rest of the week, all Chris was going to think about was the fact that today was ruined and he didn't get to go out.

That was going to be his focus whether he wanted it to be or not.

When his foot lashed out into her leg, (Y/n) stepped back into Eddie and leaned her hips against the table. This was going to be (Y/n)'s day in a nutshell when Eddie left for work.

She could feel Eddie's lips press to the back of her head and his hands squeezed her hips tightly so he could turn her to the side and move in front of her towards Chris. He watched for a few seconds as their son thrashed on the floor, slamming his heels into the floor and bashing his palms down until they were going to be inflamed and throbbing.

"Go to your room."

"Go away! Get off. Go away!" His face was as red as a tomato and his cheeks puffed out with each ragged, deep breath he took to try and fuel the anger burning within him. Chris could barely breathe with how badly he kept thrashing and fidgeting and a very loud scream left his lips as his glasses fell off the bridge of his nose and hung around his neck.

His hands clenched into small fists and he bashed them into Eddie's arms when Eddie leaned over him and gripped his sides beneath his armpits.

With a deep breath and a clenched jaw, Eddie hoisted Chris up to his feet and nudged him towards the corridor. He knew the rules. If he wanted to behave like this and have a meltdown then he had to go to his room. They understood he couldn't control they way he felt and the way certain changes upset him and a meltdown was Chris's way of releasing those feelings.

Mostly Chris would scream. He would scream and wave his hands or throw himself onto the floor, and then he would spend the next hour or so calming down and trying to level himself back out. But more recently his meltdowns were progressing to hitting. He would hit the walls- not punch, but slam his palm into the wall, he would sit on the floor and bash his hands down. Sometimes he would hit himself if he was very worked up.

If he had to do that, he needed to be in his room. He had toys he could throw and a bed he could toss himself onto and thrash around on because it was soft and safe so he wouldn't hurt himself.

"Go to your room." Eddie kept his tone level and his expression placid and stoic because the last thing either of them needed was to get into a screaming match.

He let go of Chris and stepped back, pointing towards the hallway until Chris screamed and turned around to leave. As he shuffled down the hall, he spread his arms out like wings and bashed his hands into the walls. Not enough to do any damage like Eddie had done in the past, but enough to make an echo vibrate in his wake.

"It's not your fault," Reaching up, (Y/n) curled her arms around Eddie's shoulders and pressed her lips against his shoulder, moulding her rounded stomach into his lower back. She could feel him shaking from the tension coursing through him and each breath he took started to run away from him.

It couldn't be helped. They should have remembered Eddie was on call this week and changed their day out to next week when there was no chance of bumps in the road happening like this.

Her lips moved from his shoulder to smother the side of his neck when he reached his hands up and gripped her wrists tightly, as if making sure she wasn't about to let go. Eddie tilted his head to the right, leaning his cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head as he stared down the corridor, shuddering when they both heard Chris's door slam closed.

"I can't leave when he's like this,"

"I'll sort him out, you go get ready for work. He'll calm down in a bit."

"It's only a twelve hour shift, I'll be back tonight."

By the time Eddie walked out the front door, (Y/n) could no longer hear Chris screaming or throwing things around his room. She decided it might be safe to go in and see if he wanted to talk yet.

"Baby, can I come in?"

(Y/n) gingerly opened the door and peeked her head round to see the damage and see where Chris was. All the soft toys were out of their box and strewn about on the bed which was a little odd. The race cars, fire trucks and harder toys were scattered across the floor, none of them looked broken but most looked like they had been in a traffic accident. Turned upside down with wheels still spinning.

And then there was Chris, curled up in the middle of his bed. Arms coiled into his chest, knees up to his stomach as he laid on his side with his back to the door. Even from the distance, (Y/n) could see his shoulders quaking and she noticed the deep breaths he was trying to take. The meltdown either wasn't quite finished or it hadn't worn off yet.

"Baby…" (Y/n) slowly slumped herself down onto the bed behind him and leaned up against the headboard. Her arm curved around the top of his head and she placed her other hand on his arm, testing the waters to see if physical touch was okay or not. "Are you okay?"

For a few seconds, Chris didn't answer or acknowledge that she was even in the room with him. But then he slowly flopped over onto his back and then he flipped again so he was laid on his other side, facing her.

He stretched an arm out and laid it across (Y/n)'s waist before he gingerly shuffled closer until he could bury his face into her chest. She didn't miss the way he huffed and shimmied against her stomach. Chris wasn't a fan of her being pregnant. He wasn't yet accustomed to the idea of having a sibling in the house or the thought of sharing his parents with someone else. And he did not like (Y/n)'s stomach changing because he couldn't hug her properly now with a six-month bump in the way.

"Dad gone?"

"Yeah, he's gone to work." (Y/n) leaned down and kissed his temple and slowly started to drag her fingers through his curls, brushing them back in a way she knew always made Chris calm down.

It felt like Chris wanted to say something more but he wasn't in the mood to talk yet. He nuzzled his face further into her shirt and wiggled around her stomach to cuddle as close as he could. (Y/n) had a knowing feeling that another meltdown was going to happen at some point during the day, Chris was going to explode again at some point.

But for now, they would stay like this until he wanted to move or fall asleep.

***

Eddie didn't bother to turn the lights on when he walked through the front door. He could walk the house blindfolded. He kicked off his shoes, feeling the soles of his feet burning from having almost no time to sit down today.

He did his best to pad across the floor as quietly as he could. It was midnight and he didn't want to disturb Chris if he was finally asleep and the last thing he wanted to do was wake (Y/n). Every muscle in Eddie's body ached as he trudged across into the kitchen and finally turned the light on, wincing at how bright it was when he had driven home on the dimly lit streets.

Reaching the kitchen side, Eddie slumped one arm down on the counter, supressing a groan as he stretched up into the top cupboard to grab the first aid box.

It was times like these when he regretted what he had done tonight.

Going to a fight after shift wasn't planned, Eddie didn't go to work with the intention of stopping off at one of the late fighting rings on the way home from work. But one of his old pals from the fights had sent him a message, like he did every few weeks when they had a big match going on.

After the horrid shift he had just been on where two people had died and the team had spent all day at a crash site, Eddie didn't want to go home feeling the way he did. It was the last thing he needed, to go home with a fire burning in his gut and pain coursing through his blood. It wouldn't be fair to his family to take that torment home with him.

That message seemed to pop up at just the right time and Eddie found himself turning off and heading straight there on his way home.

He carefully laid the aqua blue box down in front of him and clicked it open with a grimace.

Pulling back, he took a deep breath, grabbed the hem of his shirt and rolled it up. Spit foamed past his lips as he hissed and growled when he tore the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

"Fuck."

He didn't realise he had been messed up this badly. At least he won the fight.

Deep red circles mixed in with pale yellow and baby pink marks were painted across the right side of Eddie's chest just beneath his armpit and the colours curved around to his abs. There was a smaller, lesser mark on the lower left part of his ribcage. A burning crimson and purple mark was swelling on his right arm right in the centre of his bicep, a foot down from his shoulder.

He had a jagged purple line stretching from his collar bone up to his neck and when Eddie looked down at his knuckles, he winced. Swollen, cherry purple, lathered in dried blood. And he didn't have to touch his right cheekbone to know it was starting to swell.

He wouldn't be able to hide this from his wife.

Eddie didn't sleep in a shirt, (Y/n) would become suspicious if he did. The markings on his chest he might just get away with by saying they happened on the job, it had been a rough shift. But when she saw his busted knuckles she was going to know something had happened. She wasn't stupid or naïve.

He did his best to be quiet as he grabbed a dish cloth and soaked it under the cold tap before he pinned it against his chest beneath his arm, biting down on his tongue to stop from groaning when icy shivers sparked through his nerves.

Anticeptic wipes cleansed his knuckles and revealed mostly bruises rather than cuts, Thank God. The cream made him groan and made each sting and ache triple and his body started to throb when he lathered each bruise in as much cream as he could. He needed these marks to disappear as fast as possible.

"Baby?" Tiredness dripped from (Y/n)'s voice as she slowly shuffled down the corridor, one hand on her lower back and the other rubbing her eyes to try and keep them open.

She had been half asleep, about to drift off when she heard the front door open and close. (Y/n) never slept well without Eddie beside her.

Eddie spun round on his heels as his jaw dropped open and his eyes swelled with panic. What was she doing awake at this hour? He didn't even hear the bedroom door open. He thought he was safer patching himself up in the kitchen rather than the bathroom that was right next to their bedroom.

His mind short-circuited and he became momentairily distracted when his eyes landed on his wife as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. He raked his eyes up and down, unable to stop from licking his lips when he drank her in. She wasn't wearing a shirt. She was wearing a black bra and a pair of his black pyjama shorts that hung low on her hips, tucked beneath her bump that was on full display.

But Eddie snapped back to reality when (Y/n)'s smile faded and her eyes widened. She hurried forward and planted her hands down on his neck, tilting his head down towards her as her frantic, worried eyes did three sweeps up and down over his body.

"What happened?!"

The cold cloth dropped to the floor when Eddie lifted his arms and gently cupped her wrists. His thumbs brushed across her flushed skin and he tried to smile, leaning forward to peck her lips but it didn't distract her nearly enough as he'd hoped.

She shook her hands from his grasp and trailed her fingertips along each bruise and mark on his skin, tensing when he flinched or growled at the tender spots.

"It's nothing mi amor. It's late, let's go to bed."

"Eddie, what have you been doing? Baby you're black and blue, tell me."

He could feel the way her fingertips started to shake against him and she stepped closer to observe his marks and tender wounds. She wouldn't let him hold her hands or try to move them both away from the kitchen. He wasn't getting out of this conversation no matter how hard he tried.

"I'm fine," His fingers cupped her chin and he tilted her head up, capturing her lips in a kiss and swallowing the gasp she let out. He could almost feel her resolve fading when his hand moved to cup the side of her face and he kissed her deeper. But then he felt her palms pressing into his chest, nudging him back so she could come up for air.

"You've been at the fights again, haven't you?" Apprehension flooded (Y/n)'s voice as she took a tentative step back to add some distance between them so Eddie couldn't try and distract her again.

He didn't need to speak, his face said it all.

"Why?" (Y/n) let herself lean against the counter while her hand moved to clamp down on her hip, squeezing tightly to try and help control her tone and keep her voice quiet. It had taken her over two hours to get Chris to sleep, she didn't want to wake him by arguing with Eddie.

"You know why. I feel better when I fight, I don't come home angry or… or feeling like I need to explode. It's not a big deal."

"It's… Eddie look at yourself, how is that not a big deal?" Her hand left her hip and waved across at him to try and prove her point. How could he stand there and pretend this was nothing but a little brawl outside a club that ended with a few scratches? He was bloodied and bruised, he was in pain. This was a very big deal to (Y/n).

"It's a few bruises, baby. I can handle this, look I'm okay. I get worse on bad day at work." He went to take a step closer to her, his hands stretched out in front of him but he stopped when (Y/n)'s jaw locked and both her hands moved to her hips.

"That's not the point and you know it."

"Look, you never had a problem with it before. If I remember right, you came to at least three of my fights so why is this any different?"

Eddie let his hips fall back against the counter and he folded his arms across his chest, puncturing his teeth into his lower lip to hide the grimace he felt when his arms rubbed his sore chest. His jaw set tight and his eyes narrowed on his wife as he waited for an answer.

When he started out at the fights in the parking lots, Eddie had (Y/n) standing behind him, watching and praising him and having her there pushed him to win. He loved those nights when (Y/n) came along with him, he loved having her in his corner and seeing her smile when he came out on top. But she never came to the darker fights. The indoor ones in a closed gym under headlamps. Eddie wouldn't take her to those even if he always looked around for her face when he won.

He didn't want her there around those people. Eddie trusted them in a fight, but he wouldn't trust anyone there out of the ring.

He didn't like the way (Y/n) scoffed as if he'd just told her a silly joke that didn't make sense or as if he'd just lied to her face.

And he found himself tensing and taking a deeper breath when he watched her jut her hip out and switch her weight to the other leg. Her left hand curled around the countertop but Eddie's eyes focused on her other hand that was running along her stomach. She was distracting him even if she didn't mean to.

"I didn't have a problem with you fighting for fun but I have a big problem with you fighting illegally for money. What if the next guy you knock out isn't as lucky as the last one? Will you stay and give medical help or do CPR until they put you in cuffs?"

(Y/n) may not have been to any of Eddie's illegal fights, but when he came home he always told her about them. He told her about the last one that happened four months ago which happened to be the reason he stopped going to those fights.

The man Eddie fought had taken too much of a beating. Eddie broke his nose so violently his cartilage shattered and he began to choke. No one was pleased when Eddie called for an ambulance and took the broken fragments out the man's throat and left him in the recovery position. He knew he had taken things too far that night, he should have stopped himself but he didn't want to and Eddie couldn't do that again.

He cracked tonight when he got the message but he held himself back, he won the fight but he did it safely, he didn't pummel his opponent almost to death.

"That wouldn't happen-"

"You don't know that Eddie! You didn't think you'd fight so hard you would break a guy's nose last time but that happened."

(Y/n) tilted her head back and let a shuddering breath escape past her lips. He wasn't seeing this from her point of view. It was all well and good if he went fighting for fun or to release some energy and stress, (Y/n) would never judge him for that and she knew her husband was a good fighter. But this wasn't right. Eddie was fighting somewhere unsafe where they had no rules and no one would help if someone got seriously hurt.

"I won't make that mistake again." His tone lowered down into a deep growl as he braced his hands on each side of the kitchen counter and hunched forward with tense shoulders.

"What if you're the one to get hurt next?" (Y/n)'s hand tightened around the counter when her stomach suddenly twisted.

She clicked her spine into place and tilted to the side a little to try and relieve the tension building up in her stomach that made her want to be sick. She could feel her breaths running away from her and the more Eddie argued with her, the more anxious she could feel herself becoming.

Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she started to press her palm harder against the lower side of her abdomen to try and settle the baby and the growing sickness she was feeling.

"I haven't lost one yet. I know what I'm doing, baby." The way he said her name made a shiver roll down (Y/n)'s spine and another jolt sparked through her stomach. She could see his fingers tightening around the counter tops and he arched forward until he was pushing his weight onto his hands and his feet were barely touching the floor.

"And so do they. They don't give a shit how badly you get hurt and if it was you that got knocked out they'd leave you there, for dead. They might not have families to go home to, but you do Eddie. I'm not raising two kids by myself."

(Y/n) could feel the blood rushing to her head as she spoke and shivers coursed beneath her skin that was prickling with goosebumps. The other people he fought against might not care about the people waiting at home for them, but that wasn't the case for Eddie. He had a family and (Y/n) didn't like the risk he was taking. If someone hurt Eddie badly, who there would call the emergency services for him? What if they left him and no one got to him in time? What if the police turned up and he got arrested?

She had those kind of worries already with the job Eddie did but at least (Y/n) knew when he was at the station, he was looked after. If anything ever happened to Eddie on the job, he had the team there to give him the best chance and watch his back and look out for him.

He didn't have that when he was fighting.

Eddie swallowed down the groan that burned at the back of his throat and dropped his weight back down to his feet. He turned around and moved over to the sink, rinsing his knuckles under the cold water to try and clean them and turn them numb for a while. Anything to distract him from this conversation that was turning into an argument.

"Nobody said you'd raise them alone," He whispered the words under his breath but he knew (Y/n) heard him when he heard her move. "I always come home to you, don't I?"

"That's not a guarantee!" (Y/n) snapped her jaw like that of a crocodile and hissed the words through clenched teeth. "You can't promise me that, not when you're risking your life with the team. And you can't guarantee you'll be fine when you're fighting in that ring. It's…"

A sigh passed through Eddie's lips and he turned off the tap, shaking his trembling hands in the sink as he pressed his lips into a thin line when he waited but (Y/n) didn't carry on talking. He reached across and grabbed the tea towel, roughly tossing it between his hands but when he turned on his heels to look over at his wife, his chest tightened. His stomach tensed and his brows narrowed as he took in her state.

(Y/n) was slumped forward, one arm folded on the counter and one leg bent forward so her lower back and bum were arched out. In any other situation Eddie would have smirked at the way she was stood but he could feel the panic dwelling in the pit of his stomach when (Y/n) pressed her forehead down into her arm.

He didn't get to say a word before (Y/n) groaned against the counter and he realised her other hand was cradling her bare stomach.

"Mi amor what's wrong?"

Advancing over to her, Eddie flopped his right arm on the counter so he could crouch over her and his other hand rested on her lower back just above the hem of her shorts. His upper lip curled when (Y/n) turned her head to face the other way and she pulled away from him and tried to shake his hand off her back.

"You're stressing me out!" (Y/n) reached her hand out and slapped his arm away before she turned her back to him and tried to straighten up.

Her hand moved to brush beneath her eyes, swiping away the tears starting to fall down the bridge of her nose. And her other hand stayed against her stomach, applying pressure as she rubbed circles into her skin to try and take away the twinging pains.

Deep breaths didn't take away the light-headed feeling or calm down the panic that was coursing through her blood and making her fingertips turn numb.

(Y/n) tipped her head back and closed her eyes as she sniffed, trying her best not to cry but it wasn't working. Her stomach was really starting to hurt now. Her fingernails pinched into her stomach to try and distract herself and when she felt Eddie's hands on her arms and his chest mould up against her back, she fought in vain to shake him off but she didn't have the energy.

He only became persistent, moving his hands down from her arms to hold her hips tightly so she couldn't push him away.

"Baby go sit down,"

"This is your fault." Her words made Eddie wince and he thought she was about to push him away but she didn't seem to know what she wanted to do. Her hand moved back and settled on his lower arm, gripping ferociously tight while her other hand stayed cupping her stomach and her chin pressed down into her chest.

"I know, I know and I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry," He whispered each word against the side of (Y/n)'s head as he gently nudged her to walk and guided her out of the kitchen, towards the living room that was basked in darkness.

He turned her round and helped her slump down onto the sofa and he hated the way she flopped her head onto the arm rest and tried to curl up. (Y/n) heard him turn on the lamp before his footsteps retreated back into the kitchen.

(Y/n) kept trying to rub circles across her stomach as she let her tears soak into the sofa and she jumped when she suddenly felt Eddie's hands on her waist. He gently nudged her until she was slumped back into the sofa instead of curled up and her chest tightened when he crouched down in front of her. His fingers curled around her thighs and raked up beneath her shorts so he could slowly part her legs and kneel between her thighs.

She felt the sharp breath he took when her knees pressed into his torso but he didn't say anything. His hands trailed up her thighs and over her stomach until he grabbed one of her hands and she realised he had brought the blood pressure cuff through with him.

She let him slide the cuff up her arm and waited through the discomfort of the band tightening around her arm making tingles shoot down to her fingers. (Y/n) wanted to close her eyes but she couldn't find the will power, all she could do was lock her gaze on her husband.

His eyes burned bright with intensity as he watched the monitor beep and flash before he raked his hands up and took the cuff off. He didn't give (Y/n) chance to speak before he held his fingers over her wrist and took her pulse.

"How bad are the pains?" Eddie dropped her wrist and moved his hands to grip her thighs while he sat back on his heels. His hands dug reassuringly into her flesh and he was relieved when (Y/n) moved her hand down to hold his wrist and she didn't push him away or shrink away from his touch.

"Mild cramps," (Y/n) dropped her eyes between her stomach and Eddie as she spoke quietly.

"Are you sure?" Eddie leaned forward to kiss her thigh when she bit her lip but nodded. "Your blood pressure is high, if it stays high or the pains don't go I'm taking you to the doctor in the morning."

(Y/n) moved her hand from his wrist so she could tangle her fingers through his hair, brushing the damp strands away from his forehead while he perched his chin on her thigh. Something softened in his eyes like melting chocolate and the way he stared at her made (Y/n) shiver and she could feel her resolve fading away by the second.

"I didn't mean to worry you or start an argument, I won't do those kind of fights anymore, mi amor. I swear."

Eddie moved his arms around (Y/n)'s waist when she leaned forward and buried her nose in his hair. Her cheek pressed against the top of his head and her hands cradled his neck when he pushed up and moved to kiss her bare stomach. His fingertips pressed into the back of her hips as he held her as tightly as he could, smothering himself against her.

He didn't want to make her worry or become ill, he wouldn't go into the ring anymore. Not now he could see how much it was jeopardising his family and making them worry.

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

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silasplaskett · 2 years

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eddie has literally never been prettier in the history of 911 than he is right now. hes in therapy and hes healing from trauma and hes confident in where hes headed in life and he Look So Good!!!

#not even that this is just the best haircut and facial hair combo theyve ever had on him. although that is true. hes just glowing.#911 fox #911 #911 on fox #eddie diaz #bea.txt

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dearhargrove · 1 month

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Please pls pls write for Eddie Diaz🥺

Sleepover

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary You're on the way to pick up your son, Liam, but it's hard to get him to go home when he's begging to sleepover at his new friends house. Turns out you don't mind as much when you met said kid and his dad.

word count 995

tags fluff, reader simping over Eddie, kind of open ending

a/n I got this idea randomly so I hope you like this <3

part two

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“Liam!” You call out when you spot your eight year old son busy playing with another kid. Usually whenever he heard you he'd come running; with every year he turns older you expect his clinging to reduce but it never does. Not like you mind, he may be eight now but he's still your baby.

But today he just glances and waves before continuing to giggle and talk with his new friend.

You're surprised as he usually never stuck with one kid, most of the time he'd even stay by himself. It worried you, even when you figured he just preferred to be by himself and did it by choice and not because he was left out.

One of the teachers at the side shrugs with a smile after seeing Liam and his new friend.

You approach them and put a hand on Liams back before bending down and kissing the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. Did you make a new friend?”

He grins and nods eagerly, “Chris! We've been playing all day. He's my best friend!” You chuckle at the eager introduction and wave at Chris, who looked almost shy if not for the cute grin.

“Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Chris.” He politely holds out his hand, “It's nice to meet you too, ma'am.” He says quietly and slowly. You melt on the spot and gently shake his hand.

Your son stands up quick enough to knock the top of his head into your chin, leaving you to grunt in pain as he excitedly bounces in his spot. “I have to sleepover at Chris' house!”

Your eyebrows raise as the two boys continue making plans about tonight. You don't want to be the killjoy but for one you had never met the other parents nor had they met you. Otherwise you would've easily agreed; you were just happy Liam had finally made a friend.

“Alright, boys, I'm afraid this won't work out… We don't even know if Chris parents are going to agree,” you say and pointedly look at your son who's about to pout (you couldn't resist him and you would not let him make you feel bad about making a reasonable decision).

“My dad will say yes. He always says yes.” Chris says seriously and pushes his glasses up with his index. You smile as both of them look at you with equally big, pleading eyes.

“I will say yes to what?”

You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you turn around because whose voice is that sexy? You'd never heard anyone talking that attractive.

And surely when you look at him you basically faint. Brown hair that seemed to be a grown out buzz cut, brown eyes and white teeth with a grin that makes your heart actually stop for a second.

“Sleepover!” Liam yells and then turns shy when the man looks at him with a smile that should be illegal to look that good. “A sleepover? That sounds exciting.” He gets even more attractive in your eyes when he leans over and kisses Chris’ head in greeting. So he was great with kids too? Wow.

He then fixes his gaze on you and you do everything in your power not to fluster as he rakes his eyes over you and back up to look right into yours. “Hey, I'm Eddie. Chris is my son.” He extends his hand and you shake it before remembering to introduce yourself as well.

He smiles at you through it and if it wasn't for Liam gently clinging to your hand as he and Chris watch you and Eddie talk you'd have actually lost it.

“So these two want to have a sleepover?” The boys both yell in agreement and you laugh, shushing your son a bit. Eddie looks at you with a questioning look and you shrug your shoulders. He had something trustful about him and with the way he acted with both the kids he already checked a few boxes.

But still, this was your son and you wouldn't leave him overnight with - practically - a stranger.

“My dad is a firefighter, he will protect us.” Chris mentions and you look at Eddie in surprise. He chuckles a bit bashfully but nods, “I'm with the 118.” You hum in recognition, “I work at the dispatch center.” He looks surprised now and you chuckle as he comments, “That's a coincidence.”

After that conversation flows easy and after probably fifteen minutes is Liam who pulls your sleeve with an impatient pout. You coo and pick him up with ease, letting him wrap his arms around your neck as he sleepily rests against you.

“Chris is clingy too, I feel like I shouldn't be indulging him so much, but…” Eddie starts and you see him ruffling Chris’ hair with a fond look as the boy looks at his dad with pure adoration.

“It's hard to resist. Yeah, same here.” You hum and both of you laugh a bit.

The teacher takes note of both the kids being picked up and you start walking to the parking lot after getting the backpacks. Chris is on crutches you note and slow your steps for him to comfortably keep up.

“Sleepover?” Liam asks again after - you were quite sure - a nap. Eddie tilts his head and looks at you, giving you the chance to decide.

Wow. So far he's more than just a green flag.

“How about we do a few meet ups first?” You suggest and both boys groan but ultimately agree.

Eddie nods and after letting Chris into the car he turns back to you and holds out his phone with a small smile, “Just so we can, you know, organize their play dates.”

Your heart actually stops for a second before resuming twice as fast and you take his phone to put your contact in.

“I'll see you around.” You smile and wave, Eddie grinning too as he waves and gets in the car.

#911 fanfic #911 show #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #Eddie Diaz fanfic #ryan guzman

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mvltisstuff · 8 months

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Eddie Diaz x female reader

Eddie and reader are childhood sweethearts and have been engaged for 4 years with their wedding is in a few months, reader is also a firefighter with the 118 & also maddie’s best friend. Reader is also close friends with Ravi and Buck. Reader is walking home one night alone after collecting food for Chris and Eddie when she gets mugged and attacked and left for dead in an alleyway, she has multiple injuries such as a gunshot or stab wound, dislocated shoulder, dislocated knee, broken arm along with cuts and bruises to her face. Someone finds her and she ends up in the hospital in a coma, eddie has a breakdown in the hospital and Chris also visits reader crying. Reader wakes up and panics about the wedding as she needs physical therapy on her knee that was injured, worried that she won’t be able to walk down the isle to Eddie, she has a panic attack and everything goes wrong. Maddie tries to help her through it. You can decide on the rest. 🩶🩶

sorry this is so long😅🥲

hope you’re doing well and having a great summer ❤️‍🩹🤍 xx

let the light in - e.d

summary: request

eddie diaz x reader

gif from @housewifebuck

a/n: this request is from quite some time ago, but it’s been in the drafts for too long! i apologize and hope you enjoy <3 also this is not proofread btw 😭

each hit to her body ricocheted through her muscles, feeling the marks and scars form on her skin. it was a foreign feeling, one of fear and pain. y/n was helpless on the ground of the alley, and there was nothing she could do.

her heartbeat thumped in her ears, and she was horrified that she might not even look the same, let alone be the same. she faces things like this every single day, saving someone’s life but she could barely manage to save her own.

she only wanted to bring home food for chris and eddie, her beloved ones who instantly became her family. she was almost like a mother to christopher, and he was connected to her as she was always there for him.

the moment eddie proposed to y/n, he knew that there would be no hesitation. he had never felt this way about a woman before, let alone want to live with her until their hair turned grey. every single part of y/n left eddie enamored, just falling for her all over again. her persistence and attitude was nothing but precious to him, and he couldn’t help but love every part of her.

he waited for her to come home, knowing that she would be stopping at the grocery store. it was late, the sky dark and the streets only illuminated by the street lamps. he knows how tough she is, and she’d be ok. so, he patiently waited at home with his son, the worries in the far back of his head.

as y/n’s body was dragged about and penetrated with sharpness, all she could think about was her fiancé and stepson at home. the two people she loves most in this world. it was so hard not to give up and let these criminals take her life, but she knew neither of them could deal with her life being stripped away.

let alone the 118. bucks been her best friend since day one, being the first supporter of her and eddie’s relationship. he completely adores her and her humor, along with her strong work ethic. ravi has always looked up to her from the moment he stepped into the station on his first day. she assisted him and taught him with kindness, but didn’t go easy on him. she’s the reason that ravi is the firefighter he is, and he idolizes her for that, in and out of work. hen and chimney have been alongside her, running into each building and saving a civilian. she was almost too good to be true, and the people who attacked her had no idea.

the men heard the crumbling of rocks underneath tires, and scurried away into the midnight. y/n was left there to rot, laying on the hard ground and feeling herself bleed out. her entire body was in agony, but it was nothing compared to the thought of losing herself.

her weak fingers traveled to her pockets, taking out her phone with a shattered screen. surprisingly, the group wasn’t smart enough to steal it, and she thanked god for it. her blurry vision was tempting her, minutes away from fading into complete darkness. her mind was shrouded with negativity, but a flicker of hope came in when she heard maddies voice on the other side of the phone.

“maddie.” y/n groans, practically inaudible. maddie freezes at the letters of her name leave this woman’s mouth, being strictly confused but also horrified. “y/n.”

the slightly collection of blood in her mouth made the words jumble together, maddie using every ounce of brain power to put the pieces together.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t-“ the light goes off in maddies brain, finally being able to put the letters together, forming y/n’s name. “y/n?” she hears a painful groan of agreement from the muffled earpiece. “can you tell me exactly what happened?”

“they tried to kill me,” y/n informs her, slowing her breathing but it only makes her head spin faster. her eyes are closed, fighting the unconsciousness that’s begging to take over. “maddie, i’m not gonna be able to stay awake, but… i-i’m somewhere near the interchange.”

“y/n, honey, you have to try and stay awake for me, okay?” maddie begs, her eyes filling with moisture as she hears y/n’s small voice come through the phone in stutters. “y/n?” the phone lands over her torso, beginning to be stained with blood as y/n’s mind is shrouded in black, unable to process anything any longer.

eddie sat in the living room with christopher, watching a show for chris to practice his spanish. they were both invested in the plot, but also trying to expose christopher to the language.

eddie adored nights like this with his son. christopher is his sun, and his world revolves around him. he protects christopher with every ounce of his being, and there’s not a moment where he regrets any of it. the room was dimmed, the wick of the candle radiating a sweet smell as the words on the tv came through.

there was excitement in his mind as well, knowing y/n would be home soon to greet them. her alluring smile would be seen the moment she stepped in the door, and her bewitching voice became music to the boys. instead, when he heard others car doors slam, he was confronted with silence from his front door afterwards.

the next 15 minutes passed slowly but surely, and there were no signs of y/n coming home. he checked his phone only to find no messages or calls. his thoughts began to run through everything that could’ve happened, and he attempted to focus on the brighter ones. he finally heard the knock on the door, the pounding coming off assertive. somehow, he still wanted to find optimism and it could’ve been y/n.

when the door swung open, a burly man who was slightly taller than eddie stood in front of him. he had on a jacket with the LAPD, and eddie’s heart fell at the look on his face. it was blank on the outside, but eddie could tell he was here to deliver something horrid. he listened as the officer deeply uttered his first and last name, christopher lifting his head to the door at the unfamiliar voice.

in this line of work, eddie knew exactly why the man was here. “where is she?” eddie’s voice crackles, showing weakness when he’s so used to being strong.

the ride to the hospital was silent, deafening silence that only turned up the volume on eddie’s fears. the chugged through his head like a train on tracks, and he could barely see straight. he had absolutely no idea what to expect, only knowing that his girl was in the hospital. for all he could know, she could be wide awake or she could be in the morgue.

it felt like someone had grasped his heart, restricting him from breathing as he saw the almost empty waiting room. he desperately looked for anyone, finally landing his eyes on maddie.

“maddie!” he shouts, stomping over to her in anxiety. “what the hell happened?”

“i got a call,” maddie told him, her voice shaky and uncertain. “i could barely even tell who it was -her voice was so different- she told me that they tried to… they tried to kill her.” maddie mumbles the last part out, not wanting to imagine her closest friend’s life being taken.

the room started becoming blurry, all sights and sounds around eddie becoming irrelevant. it felt like he was the only person in the room, and someone from above was pointing and laughing at him. it was like a gunshot, being thrown back at the sudden force, or in this case, the sudden news that someone had attempted murder on y/n.

“i called buck, he’s on his way,” maddie says, fidgeting with her hands as she looks into eddie’s distant eyes. “eddie, sit down-“

“what room is she in?”

“i don’t know if you want to see her like this so fa-“

“maddie, i love you like a sister, but if you don’t tell me what room she’s in, i swear…”

“she’s in 319,” and that was the last thing eddie heard before taking wide steps through the hallways, his feet swiftly carrying him through the hospital as he eyes the door numbers. 316, 317, 318, and the one that held y/n inside. he prepared himself for the worst, but nothing could compare to actually seeing it.

each cut on her face was surrounded by a thick bruise disguising her angelic features. her soft, welcoming expression was replaced with discomfort and tightness. her eyes were tired and screwed shut, begging to remain closed and her lips were tightly coiled around the thick tube down her throat. the mechanical breaths pumped through her body, and eddie only hurt himself more with every step he took to her room.

she heard the thumping of footsteps down the hall, and prayed that it was eddie on his way to save her. she wanted him to just pick her up and they could run away, live their life and forget about all that happened that evening. she wanted to smile, but the look on his face was only disappointing.

his face looked as if someone had landed a punch to his gut, leaving his stomach dropping and shakiness building through his hands. he could barely figure out the words to say. his beautiful girl, the one he lays with at night and the one who kisses him with her soft lips. the one who he cries to and laughs with, and someone tried to steal it.

she had a long, white cast over her leg, being slightly elevated in the bed. he could see the bandages all over her body, and the thick wrap of gauze around her belly. he didn’t have any idea what to say, and it brought eddie back to the former years.

before he and y/n dated, shannon had passed away as eddie watched the life leave her eyes. he felt everything, the guilt, the grief, the anger. it took too long for things to return, but he never, ever wanted to experience that again. he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t manage to push through losing y/n.

y/n wanted to move so bad, she used all fibers of her muscles to try and bring herself up to meet eddie, but she was only met with his frozen figure staring down at her own. someone had put chains on her body, restricting her from moving or speaking, let alone open her eyes. she wanted to be caught while she was falling, but was just left dangling in the air without a hand to grab onto. just by the aura eddie reflects, she knew he was there.

he stepped closer, running his smooth fingers down her rough wounds, brushing her silky hair down. the hissing of her intubation flooded the silent room, realizing that it’s the only thing keeping her alive.

the door had remained open, the doctor entering the room and knocking on the open door. he stepped out and stood in front of the bed, carrying binders and charts in his arms. he looked through them, explaining each familiar term to eddie as he went down the list of y/n’s injuries. the doctor knew eddie well, him returning to the hospital to drop off a patient, or god forbid a patient himself. he let eddie sit alone next to her in the room, watching the very small movements of her chest.

the next person came rushing in, much faster than the doctor had. buck swung the door open, maddie trailing behind him in hesitation to see her friend like this.

“jesus,” buck whispers under his breath, stepping closer to eddie who’s elbows kneel on his knees. “you holding up?”

“i’m fine,” eddie tells his friend, fully aware he’s far from it. his eyes wander down to the ring in maddies hand, the one eddie remembers shining in the little box. it’s been years, but with their schedules, they could never find a date. they found their perfect venue and time, and y/n was so excited. now, it was questioned whether or not she would even make it to their wedding.

“i’ll call her family and take care of stuff for her and work,” buck assists, patting eddie’s shoulder before moving back out of the room with his cell phone. maddie takes this opportunity to step closer to eddie, and try to touch his heart to help ease the pain.

“you need to eat, or walk for a bit, eddie.” maddie tells him, lightly throwing her arms up and receiving zero glances from him. when she notices the distance in his eyes, she knows exactly what he needs. “eddie!”

he perks up, looking into maddies soothing eyes and seeing her begin to walk toward the door. “she’ll be ok for a minute, please just come with me.” she pleads, finally achieving to get eddie out of the uncomfortable hospital chair.

eddie follows maddie through the halls like he’s just a kid, letting his mother lead him through. it was a strange feeling, one that was out of his control. the control that he’s so used to having. maddie sauntered casually through the thick white walls and metal stretchers in the halls. she looked up and down the stretch of area, seeing no nurses or doctors. she swung open the storage closet, yanking eddie in and standing in front of the door. she leaned against it, looking into eddie’s exhausted eyes. they were so close to breaking, and maybe that’s exactly what he needed.

“it’s ok to let yourself take a break.” maddie says to eddie, watching him place his hands on his hips and allow his tired eyes to well up. “do whatever you have to. scream, cry, lay on the ground, throw those lap pads. it’s clear as day that you’re about to fall apart and you can’t carry this weight and be there for her at the same time.”

he spun around, spitting out a dry chuckle and losing the eye contact. he couldn’t face it, he couldn’t handle someone watching him look so weak. however, when maddie turned around, he knew that she was safe, and that he was too.

first, his breathing starts to pick up along with the sharp burning in his nostrils. it was as if the gears of an attack started turning, and eddie knew now that there was nothing to stop them.

his hands began to shake, messily frizzing his gelled hair as his fingers ran through it. his already tightened chest had began to feel like it was being crushed, and someone was wrapping their strong fingers around his heart.

the tears started coming in constant streams down his cheeks, leaving shiny residue on the soft skin. he tasted the salty cries on his lips whenever he took a deep inhale. with a strange sensation, there’s a feeling of lightness throughout his body. he knows too well that y/n remains helpless in the other room, but he also knows that he can’t control it.

in such a simply way, eddie cries. he cries for his son, who he knows is going to be completely shredded by the news of y/n’s condition. he cries for her parents, thinking about someone’s little girl in that bed. he cries for himself, watching his beloved fiancé lose herself. of course, he cries for y/n and how everything she loves has vanished due to the villains in this world.

when maddie turns back around, eddie is hunched over with his head in his hands. his fingers aggressively swipe at his eyes and cheeks, trying to rid any signs of upset in his face. maddie gives him the smallest, but the most reassuring smile that he’s gotten in a while. she opens the door, stepping out and they both walk back to y/n’s room.

eddie didn’t want christopher to see y/n so vulnerable like this. y/n had been a role model to chris since the day he met her, becoming an instant prized person in his life. christopher knew y/n was hurt, buck being the one to break the news as eddie physically couldn’t form the words. a few days had passed, and christopher still had not seen y/n, or barely even known what happened. someone did something bad, and that’s the only thing he could handle hearing.

christopher begged to see y/n to his dad, who tried to hide the situation from him as long as possible. he allowed eventually, becoming aware of the unfairness, and that christopher deserves to see favorite person, too.

buck walked into the doors with christopher, eddie meeting them at the front. eddie had become more accustomed to the sight of y/n on the bed, and her limp figure resting silently. he couldn’t help but let out a cheesy grin at his son, seeing him excitedly walk in to see y/n.

“dad!” he shouts, stepping closer to eddie who then embraces him.

“hey, chris!” he replies, thrilled to see his boy after the past few days from hell.

“is y/n better yet?” he asks, and the naivety almost breaks eddie.

“uh, not yet, buddy,” eddie mumbles. “she’s still sleeping.”

“can i please see her?”

“you can, of course, but christopher,” eddie kneels down to match his height, placing his hands on christopher’s sides. “i want you to know that she doesn’t look normal right now. it’s okay to be scared.”

“are you scared?”

eddie looks at the ground, not wanting his son to see him in his moment of weakness. he looks at buck, who wears the matching expression of glumness on his face. “yeah, i am. but, it’s going to be ok.” he takes christopher to the room, greeting everyone else who came to visit her.

hen leans against the wall of the room, toward the end of her bed. chim sits against the window, a grimace formed on his lips. ravi had come to visit, only being able to watch y/n on the small mattress. bobby watched, painfully, from the corner as well. athena had stopped by, but she was still on duty and had to leave.

christopher walked in, stepping up toward the bed and seeing a smile form on everyone’s face. they adore him, but he doesn’t understand how they can smile right now. “can she hear me?”

“i think she can,” hen replies, giving another grieving, but comforting expression

“y/n,” he begins. “i know you’re really hurt, but we all need you to come back. it’s not your fault, but you have to come back to us, and dad. everyone is here for you, and we all love you. you’ve always taken care of me, and i need you. you can’t let the bad guys win.”

eddie leans against the doorframe, his hand over his mouth and tears sprinting back down his face. he attempts to choke back the audible sobs, but the silent weeping in the corner almost felt worse.

the days passed, slow and agonizing days of seeing her only linear condition. it felt like nothing was going anywhere, until the doctors came in to check her on the week mark.

“her brain function is looking pretty good, it’s honestly best that the coma saved some of it. her heart rate looks extraordinary, and her white blood cell count is good, mr. diaz.”

the good news comes light as a feather to eddie, barely touching the optimism in his head. he knows he should be happy, but until he sees that beautiful face that he calls his awake and alert, nothing will be the same. he knew he should be grateful that she’s even breathing, but what he would give to be able to bring her back to the surface and hold his hand.

as much as it stung his heart, life continued without y/n’s consciousness. he had a child who had needs, a family who had needs, the person inside of him that also had needs. he was too smart to know that he was destroying himself every minute that he spent next to her brittle body. maddie swore to spend every second with her that eddie couldn’t be.

she sat besides her, spoke to her, told her stories and read her books. maddie always let y/n cry on her shoulder, now it was maddie weeping on her bedside. hours ticked by on the shiny hospital clocks, and the sun crept down and dimmed the sky along with the room. maddies eyes were pushed with weight, her own sleepiness covering her thoughts. she allowed herself to slump back on the chair, pulling her legs up and her breathing began to shallow, lulling herself to sleep.

the next time she awoke was around six in the morning, the morning sky slowly being illuminated by the orange sunrise. the light outside was glorious, the painting on the horizon better than any artist could create. the swift streaks of clouds only simply covered the sliver of sun peeking out.

when maddie stretched out her arms, she smiled at the warm colors outside the big glass window, she searched around the room, noticing the soft sound of fabric shuffling on the bed.

it was almost like a ghost had appeared and laid in the bed, moving itself around over the sheets. maddie directed her eyes closer, seeing y/n’s fragile fingers twitch and run over the smooth bed.

“y/n?” maddie asks, her voice still weak from her slumber. she begins to sit up, faster than before, to examine y/n’s face. there’s a brighter color to her features, her cheeks became more pigmented and she looked more full. she didn’t just look like another body in the hospital, waiting for her heart to give up on itself.

the more words that left maddie’s mouth, the more flickering she saw on y/n’s face. her heart was pounding against her chest, feeling the anxiety rise through her spine. “hey, y/n.” she whispers, giving a reassuring squeeze to her hand. after a few moments that felt like centuries, y/n’s eyelashes fluttered a bit, and her red, tired irises were finally revealed again.

eddie was laying on the couch, unable to sleep in the bed that once held the couple together. it felt eerily cold without her, his hand subconsciously floating over to run a hand over her back, only to be confronted with the chilly satin. he never wanted to leave y/n, but he also know that she would never want him to fall apart in the hospital watching her. he so badly wanted his eyes to finally shut, being able to give him even an hour of rest. someone had their fingers holding open his eyes, painting horrible images in his mind.

he turned on his back, his arm behind his head and staring into the bumpy, popcorn ceilings of his home. the home he shares with his son and his fiancée, the two people he cherishes the most. now, it was filled with darkness and loss and he prayed that he could get it back.

something grabbed ahold of his mind, halting his thoughts with the blaring noise of his ringtone. when he saw the ID of maddie illuminate his phone, he thought of the worst. either y/n was dead, and he never gets to see her again, or nothing has changed, and there is only more of an agonizing wait.

“eddie, you should get here,” was all he needed to hear over the phone before he roused christopher, dropping him off to get more rest at his tías, and eddie continued to speed over to the hospital.

the tube was gone. it was replaced with a skinnier cord, only pushing air into her through her lungs. her face, still bruised and scraped, but so alive. her eyes shined through the room, meeting eddie’s with a slight upturn of her lip. she was laying on her side with her hand under her cheek. the dark bags under her eyes were clear, but practically matching with eddie’s.

the moment he walked into that room and saw her, his rapid heartbeat began to slow, leaving a dropping sensation in his chest. he scurried over, not being able to stop himself from placing a long kiss on her lips, the ones that had just almost been taken from him.

“i am so, so sorry, mi vida, i wish i were here when you woke up,” he cries, tears welling up in his eyes.

“but you’re here now,” she rasps out, trying to lose the discomfort in her voice. “you’ve been here the whole time for me.”

“don’t ever leave me like that again,” he sighs, pressing his forehead against her own, letting her wired hand be placed on his cheek.

“i wasn’t scared of them,” y/n tells him. “i was scared that they’d take you away from me. i don’t ever want to leave you in the dust like i did last night.”

“last week, honey,” eddie grins with a bit of pity on his voice.

“oh, yeah,” she chuckles a bit, but afterwards grimacing at the pain in her abdomen.

“you should go to sleep, get some real rest this time.”

“i just slept for like, 160 hours, eddie.”

“i know, baby, but you still need to let yourself heal.” she smiles up at him, silently thanking him for his gentleness and tranquility. she nods, as he steps out to see the doctor. maddie returns back in, clutching her purse by her side and smiling her gorgeous maddie beam.

“hi again,” y/n smiles, seeing her best friend walk into the room once more.

maddie carefully walks in, placing her bag down and hugging y/n’s laying figure. “how are you feeling?”

“physically, a bit better,” y/n says.

“but what about the y/n i love. how is she doing in there?”

y/n pauses, all the thoughts rushing back through her head. every sentence screams through her ears, wanting to push itself to the front of her mind. every worry, every fear comes clean to the surface.

“maddie, i don’t know what to do,” her eyes begin to water, and her voice starts to tremble along with her hands. “we’ve been trying to plan this wedding for so long, and those men just took it all away from me. how am i supposed to just move on from that? i’m never going to be able to be the same after that. and eddie,” she sighs, pushing a long exhale out through her mouth. “i feel like i completely destroyed him with this. and now, i have to go to PT and i can’t even walk down the isle by myself! one of these days he’s gonna realize that i’m not worth anything anymore. i’m horrified that every day he has to take care of me, is just one part of him that doesn’t want me anymore.”

her breathing picks up, maddie trying to ease her but ultimately not being able to with just a simple touch. she looks at eddie, still focused on the doctor.

“listen, y/n/n,” maddie begins. “that gang took so much from you, but you have so many people on your side. they lost, you won. and with eddie, he would bleed himself dry if it meant you came home with him. every single breath you take is worth a million dollars to him. you are the most, fighter bitch i’ve ever met, and if anyone’s going to bounce back from this, it’s you. the moment you two kiss on that one night, all this worrying will be for nothing. he is your soldier, and he’ll never leave you. he would fight the gods if it meant he could keep you next to him every night.”

the tears fall onto her pillowcase, leaving several dark patches besides her face. eddie turns back around, letting himself back into to room only to see the upset written all over y/n’s face.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, the sweetness in the delivery of his words. maddie looks up at him, her eyebrows tilting up together in a sadness for her friend. sharp inhales and gasps come through y/n’s body, using her shaking hand to wipe the wet tears from her cheeks. “you’re ok, baby, i got you.” he tells her, sitting besides her on the bed and caressing her side. maddie kisses her cheek, stepping out of the room to leave the engaged pair alone.

“i never want to be away from you again,” she sobs. “promise me you’ll never leave me, and i promise i’ll always love you.”

“i’ll make this promise to you until the day we grow grey hair, or the day you don’t remember me anymore. i’ll promise you this every single day. i mean it when i say i love you more than anything.”

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Fake Dating/Didn't Know They Were Dating Fic's (Part 1)

The following are some buddie fanfiction involving fake dating, or the characters realizing they've been partners all along.

What If I Fall In Love Backwards? by RedRidingStiles

9-1-1 (TV)

"I feel like we should go save him," Chimney said as he and Hen loaded their drunk and injured patient into the back of the ambulance (day drinking and balconies do not mix), nodding his head towards the small swarm of college girls surrounding a highly uncomfortable Buck. "And by we I mean you, Eddie." "Yeah I got this," Eddie reassured, cupping one hand around his mouth before shouting, "Hey Buckley!" "What's up, Hot Stuff?" Buck called back, his eyes holding crystal blue relief as they met Eddie's across the lawn. Eddie tried to bite back his amused smile but didn't succeed when his next words had Buck grinning like a complete fool. "You. Me. Tonight. Wear something pretty." "Edmundo Diaz, are you trying to ask me out on a date?"

—or—

five Times Buck and Eddie saved each other by pretending to be together and the one time Christopher helps

Language: English Words: 9,879 Chapters: 1/1

baby, say you'll always keep me by hattalove

9-1-1 (TV)

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and the darkness behind his eyelids takes on a white edge. “Be good. Nice to be married,” he yanks on Buck’s t-shirt, “best friend.” Finally, Buck takes a breath that sounds off somehow, but he laughs too, and that sounds normal, Eddie thinks. A normal laugh. “Sure, Eds,” he says, and there’s his hand in Eddie’s hair again, a puff of breath on the crown of Eddie’s head like Buck leaned in to press a kiss there and then stopped, but why would he stop—“I’ll marry you if you remind me tomorrow.”

—or—

The one in which joking about being married to your best friend is all fun and games, right up until you realize that you're not laughing.

Language: English Words: 8,251 Chapters: 1/1

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies

9-1-1 (TV)

“You should just move in,” Eddie said one night. They were already laying in bed, Buck’s face half-buried in his pillow. “Where would I sleep, Eddie,” Buck deadpanned, sleep heavy in his voice. “Here,” Eddie said, not entirely sure how Buck missed that part. “The same place you’ve been sleeping.” Bobby raised an eyebrow when Buck updated his address on all of the necessary paperwork, but Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what the big deal was.

—or—

The story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

Language: English Words: 7,206 Chapters: 1/1

we could follow the sparks, i’ll drive by markofalover

9-1-1 (TV)

“Oh! You must be Mr. Diaz!” someone says from behind him, and Buck spins around clumsily, all long legs, to find a woman with a Miss Perez tag stuck to her blouse. She’s smiling politely, white teeth against red lips, and it takes just a second too long to process what she says.

—or—

everyone thinks Buck is the other Mr. Diaz.

Language: English Words: 6,539 Chapters: 1/1

i'd never let you fall and break your heart by autistic_nightfury

9-1-1 (TV)

Four times Buck and Eddie pretended to be in a relationship so people wouldn't bother them, and the one time they actually were together.

Language: English Words: 5,808 Chapters: 1/1

Say Cheese by S_lycopersicum

9-1-1 (TV)

"Um... anything left to get?" "Snacks for that girl who has diabetes. Amy, Audrey, uh..." "Abby." "Pfff... I'd remember if she was called Abby," Buck half-heard Eddie say, but his focus was on the other end of the grocery store aisle, where at 11pm at night his ex-girlfriend Abby Clark was carefully assessing two different brands of provolone.

Language: English Words: 4,927 Chapters: 1/1

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk

9-1-1 (TV)

Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it. It’s never a big deal - most of the time it’s something along the lines of;

‘Hey, can you grab some milk on your way over? We’re out.’ ‘Yeah, yeah, I got it.’ ‘Great, love you.’ ‘Love you.’

Before long, they’re even doing it in texts.

Language: English Words: 4,823 Chapters: 1/1

the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage

9-1-1 (TV)

The 118 is a close-knit family. It’s not surprising given how much time they spend together: endless hours at the firehouse, barbecues on the weekends, the occasional night at the bar. They’re a family, yes... but Buck and Eddie don’t have to tell them everything. They’re allowed their secrets, really, and it’s not… weird. Really, it’s not. It’s just that sometimes the 118 asks too many questions, and sometimes there’s just no good (or clear or logical) way to explain. Exhibit A: How Buck ended up in Eddie’s bed during a sleepover (and how he’s been sleeping there most nights since).

—Or—

Buck and Eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think).

Language: English Words: 4,624 Chapters: 1/1

With(out) A First Date by firstdegreefangirl

9-1-1 (TV)

Buck and Eddie become boyfriends. Six months later, they start dating.

Language: English Words: 10,282 Chapters: 13/13

it's always been you by coupe_de_foudre

9-1-1 (TV)

“What do I normally get from there?” Eddie asks him, chin settled back onto his shoulder. “The kung pao chicken.” he answers almost instantaneously, having all of Eddie’s usual take-out orders memorised by now. It comes in handy for when they need to get food in quick whilst navigating work and Christopher. It’s not weird. He, unfortunately, misses the odd look that Maddie sends him. As well as the way that Hen hides a snicker behind a cough.

Language: English Words: 8,700 Chapters: 6/6

(Friendly reminder I do not own any of the works listed in this post, and all can be located on archiveofoureown.org)

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #9-1-1 fandom #9-1-1 fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #118 #118 firefam #buddie #buck x eddie

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Unhinged buddie fic idea again -- Tia Pepa starts setting up Eddie on dates but with a bit of an AU twist.

Tia Pepa starts setting Eddie up on dates. Which Buck is fine with. Obviously. Why wouldn't he be? Eddie is his best friend, he wants him to be happy. He's also straight and maybe Buck liked having him all to himself but realistically, that couldn't last forever.

Whatever. He can get over it. Or he can at least pretend he got over it.

So Eddie is complaining at the firehouse about another set-up date and Buck tries to be positive and encouraging and says something about how Eddie could at least give them a chance - even if every word is said through gritted teeth.

And Eddie is appalled and says something along the lines of, "Maybe my tia should be setting you up, if you're so open to the idea." And everyone from the team claws at the idea, teasing Buck about being single and wanting to marry into the Diaz family through Eddie's cousin or something (which, a bit too close to the truth, ha).

Eddie finds the idea so hilarious that he tells Pepa about it. And regrets it not a minute later when she says, "Why not? I could set your Buck up with someone nice."

This actually makes Eddie grit his teeth, there's just something that makes him itch, even just thinking about Buck going out with any of the women Eddie went out with---Just no.

What he doesn't know is, Tia Pepa goes over his head on this --- just calls Buck (because of course she has his number, he's family and Eddie's and Chris's emergency contact). She sweet-talks Buck into it over the phone, telling him how Eddie told her about how he's single and how she knows just the right person for Buck and it'll be nice to keep Buck close in the family if it works out.

Obviously, Buck is skeptical --- there's just one Diaz he wants to be with and he's unavailable --- but then Pepa keeps on going how she knows just his type and how he's not going to regret it and just one date never harmed anyone and, well, Buck caves in because he's weak against most Diazes it seems.

He doesn't tell anyone about it. Not even Eddie. It's probably just going to be one date that he'll ruin like he always does and the girl will tell Pepa all about it and then Pepa won't even bother to set up another poor girl with him.

He gets a text with the place and time, a small hole-in-the-wall place that's just about Buck's thing, and an ominous message with Addy will wait for you there, look out for a red bandana.

And Buck is expecting some cute girl in dungarees and with a bandana holding up her hair but when he enters the place, it's almost dead and there's just some elderly couple, a group of teens, and a guy. A guy in jeans, a white t-shirt, sunglasses, and with a red bandana tied around his neck.

Turns out Addy is short for Adam, not Adelina or Adriana like Buck thought.

Adam is also gorgeous. Dark hair, chocolate eyes, tan skin, fit and strong. Addy has a six-year-old daughter, is no longer in contact with his ex-husband, works as a nurse in the ER, loves quiet indie places, and would love to travel the world every chance he has.

When after the date --- which goes on for so long the cafe's owner has to ask them to leave because they're closing --- Buck calls Pepa to tell her how it went and when can't really make his mouth produce words, she just tells him, "I told you I know your type, mijo."

Needless to say, Eddie finds out about that fast because Addy is his cousin and texts him for ideas for a second date with 'his friend Buck.'

His brain resets. Then restarts. Then resets again.

He did not know that about Buck. He would've known that about Buck.

He's calling his tia before he knows it and demanding answers.

Eddie, well, Eddie is fuming inside but Buck seems happy and Addy seems happy and they're both good guys so he shuts up whatever unreasonable, surprising anger he's boiling with and helps Addy prepare a date --- tells him about the water show in the aquarium he was planning on taking Buck and Chris to.

But the day of the show comes and Buck isn't answering his texts and he's just walking in circles around the kitchen table and before he realizes what he's doing, he's packing Chris into the car and, "Oh, look at that, what a coincident we're meeting you here."

He feels like an absolute madman when Addy tells him, when Buck and Chris are distracted by colorful fish, "If you didn't want me to date him, you could have just said so."

And a couple of days later both Pepa and Buck are at Eddie's for dinner and he feels like an absolute asshole when Pepa tells Buck Addy doesn't want another date. For about five minutes, that is, because after that Pepa looks Eddie straight in the eyes, he swears, and says brightly, "Don't worry, I know plenty of young single men that are just your type, Evanito."

The history repeats, obviously, and Eddie uses Chris to just 'run' into Buck on his date with another of his cousins. At some point, his cousins probably start to warn each other about it because they stop talking to Eddie about Buck's favorite activities and foods.

But they tell Buck the date places. And Buck tells at least one person on the team, always, and Eddie might be a madman but he's a madman on a mission so he always tricks the info out of someone -- Chim is usually the easiest and Hen won't admit but she likes to gossip about people's love lives. He even manages to trick Bobby into telling him where Buck is on his next date under the disguise of concerned 'Buck sure is going on a lot of dates lately,' etc. and Bobby actually falls for it and Eddie feels guilty about it until he hears Buck is going on a date with his godawful cousin Marco.

(Meanwhile, every time Buck 'runs' into Eddie on a date, he's cursing the universe and its stupid, obvious signs... Like, he knows he's in love with Eddie, the universe can shut up and stop screaming at him.)

Eddie is at Pepa's again and she comes back from where she was talking to someone on the terrace and silently sits down opposite Eddie with that look and says, "So, that was Marco."

"Yes, exactly. Marco. How could you set him up with Marco of all people?"

"Well, I'm running out of candidates because someone keeps on scaring them off."

Eddie doesn't look her in the eyes. He's truly become a madman since the whole thing started happening but like hell he'll admit it.

"You know, Eddie, if you don't want Buck to date any of your cousins, there's an easy solution that will solve this dilemma and will let us keep Buck in the family."

"Pepa---"

"Tell you what, I'll set one more date for him, tomorrow at seven at that ice cream sandwich truck Chris likes," she says, raising her eyebrows pointedly. "You decide if his date stands him up or not."

He never ever again wants to see Buck going out with any of his cousins.

Which doesn't mean he isn't a coward. He doesn't tell Buck. He tries to leave the house three times, changes his clothes about six times, and by the end of it, he's late.

Buck is easy to find between people, towering over most.

Buck smiles when he sees him but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Let me guess, he decided it wasn't worth it and backed out last minute," he sighs. "And Tia Pepa sent me a personal cheer squad to humor me up and pay for my ice cream."

"No, he's here," Eddie says because the it's me doesn't want to leave his mouth.

"Oh," Buck says, and his shoulders don't look so slumpy anymore but he still doesn't look, well, happy. "Where is he then?"

Eddie makes an elaborate wave with his arm and deadpans, "Ta-da."

There's a moment when those big baby blues blink at Eddie dumbly and Eddie swears Buck stops breathing for a few seconds before finally managing to push out, "Oh."

#chris is a willing participant in this I believe #originally this was supposed to be pepa setting buck with one of eddie's sisters btw and eddie being jealous as hell #buddie #911 fox #911 abc #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #pepa diaz #she's the MVP here really #fic ideas I'll never write #its free real estate people take it away and do whatever you want with it #fic ideas #op #charlie writes

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This is a Buddie fic rec list where "one of them isn't a firefighter" That makes me warm and happy every time I read them <3

Part 1 || Part 2

Exploding Coffee Machines by inkinmyheartandonthepage (@inkinmyheartandonthepage) | 9k | General

Buck couldn’t be blamed for falling in love with his neighbour. He was powerless against the Diaz boys and wanted nothing more than to be swept up in their everything. Buck thought that Eddie felt the same, that their feelings of more than just being platonic best friends was mutual. Buck had been hopeful that Eddie inviting him to his boss’s house to meet his friends and co-workers meant that they were taking a step in the right direction.

A step that now Buck was going to be late for OR Buck gets burned at work and worries that he's blown his shot with Eddie when he runs late to meet his friends.

What is Love For $2000? by fayevian 17k | Mature

On the screen, the camera pans down as they introduce the contestants. Mary, on her 3rd day winning streak, is a dowdy teacher type. Center stage is occupied by a graying man with loopy handwriting named Auggie. And all the way to the right is… Evan. Damn. --- One night when Eddie can't sleep, he discovers the hottest Jeopardy contestant of all time (objectively). With the "help" of his team and his fairly good working knowledge of Twitter, they devise a plan to get Evan (from Jeopardy) to slide into Eddie's DMs. It works surprisingly well.

i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by brewrosemilk, stardustbuddie (@gayhoediaz) (@wh0re-behavi0r) | 10k | Explicit

Buck Buckley (@/firefighterbuck): @/eddiediaz I’ll never be able to tug your hair now, huh?

Eddie Diaz (@/eddiediaz): @/firefighterbuck It’s against the rules, anyway. You don’t look like a fighter, though. What situation would we be in that would make you want to tug my hair?

(Or: Eddie is an MMA fighter and Buck thirsts on twitter.)

you make the world taste better by farfromthstars (@buckactuallys) | 11k | Teen

They follow the room numbers down the hallway until the last door on the right. It’s slightly ajar, and when Eddie knocks politely, it opens further.

“Hey,” a cheerful, male voice says. “You guys are early!”

When Eddie spots the source of the voice, he nearly swallows his tongue.

The man is tall, with broad shoulders and huge arms, a sunny smile on his face that looks so genuine Eddie can’t help but smile back. There’s a splash of pink over his one eye, his hair is just the slightest bit curly, and his eyes are startlingly blue. He’s also about 80% legs, and leaning on a cane to walk.

Belatedly, Eddie remembers that he should say something too, not just stare at this guy approaching them.

“Uh,” he starts eloquently. “Sorry. This one was getting impatient at home ~ Newly arrived to LA, Eddie decides to take his son to parent/child cooking classes. The instructor is so much more than he expected

stupid people. by brewrosemilk (@gayhoediaz) | 160k | Explicit

New in Los Angeles, and having recently admitted to himself that he's gay, Eddie figures that hiring a sex worker might be a good way to keep his private life cut off from his job and his son. A way to keep things from becoming too complicated.

It works. For a while.

your dreary mondays by hammersmiths (@henswilsons) | 33k | Teen

“Wait, you need a sitter?” Chimney says. Eddie nods. “Maddie’s brother got back in town a few nights ago, he’s looking for work.”

Eddie frowns. He doesn’t know much about this mysterious brother of Maddie’s – doesn’t even really know much about Maddie, either, aside from being Chimney’s girlfriend – but he’s pretty sure every time he’s been brought up in conversation it’s not been particularly inspiring. “Is this the brother who flunked out of college because he spent all his tuition on a motorcycle?”

Chimney colours a little. “Um. No?”

or, Buck babysits Christopher and Eddie is—fine about it, actually.

one single thread of gold (tied me to you) by heartbeatdiaz (@heartbeatdiaz) | 4k | Teen

Eddie doesn't know much about Chris' science teacher, except that he's his son favorite and apparently knows everything there's to know. ( Those were Christopher's words. )

So when he enters the classroom, expecting an old man dressed nicely but a little old-fashioned as the science teacher, his whole life crashes to a halt.

"Evan?" The man who's leaning against the desk, looking at some papers, suddenly startles and looks up at Eddie with wide blue eyes.

"Holy shit," It's what the man says after spending at least a minute opening and closing his mouth. or; Eddie met Evan when he was a bartender in Peru and Eddie was on vacation with his cousins. They had a one night stand and Eddie woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a disappointed heart. Just for the same guy to end up being Chris' teacher years after.

always glad you came by foxwatson (@eddiediazes) | 5k | Teen

Buck is the incredibly kind but incredibly straight bartender at Eddie's local gay bar. Eddie is trying very, very hard not to be pathetically in love with him, and is failing miserably.

“Hey, you’re back,” Buck had said, greeting him with that sun-bright grin, and Eddie had yet again been reminded why he’d started questioning his sexuality.

“Well, I get one night off a week. And tonight I could really use the drink.”

Buck’s brow had furrowed, and he got Eddie his favorite beer without even asking again what it was. “You need to talk about it? Assuming I read you right and you’re the kind of guy who talks to a bartender instead of a therapist.”

Eddie had winced theatrically. “Ouch. That obvious, huh?”

“Hey, man, you’re the one that told me you started coming here on your coworker’s advice. Feels like something you’d get from a therapist, if you had one.”

see the stars with my morning eyes by trippedandfell (@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen

“So,” Buck announces, sitting down between Hen and Chimney at the concessions stand. “I think Eddie’s trying to get me to sleep with him and his fiancée.”

or: Eddie calls Lucy his partner. Buck extrapolates.

walking on sunshine by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) | 5k | Teen

“Shut up,” Buck grumbles at the dog. “It’s not a crush.”

Buck walks out of the room, out the backdoor, and into the yard, trying to ignore his large and judgmental dog following behind him.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Buck tells him as he gets the hose out to start watering his plants. “Keep it to yourself.”

“Who are you talking to?”

Buck startles and drops the hose, doing a quick 180-degree turn and coming face-to-face with Eddie. He’s clearly standing on something, elbows folded over the top of the fence and chin resting on them as he looks at Buck. His expression looks almost fond and it kind of makes Buck want to both preen and die of embarrassment. -- Or, the one where Buck owns a doggy daycare, has a large dog with an attitude, and is hopelessly in love with his new neighbor.

Under Any Roof by moncuries (@moncuries) | 10k | Teen

Eddie Diaz does not need a noisy neighbor on top of all the shit he's trying to work out.

But he does make really good mac and cheese. -- “You know,” And Buck is meeting his eyes now. They’re uncannily blue. Like Kool-Aid or popsicles. “If you want, I could show you what I get up to up there?”

What? WHAT? Eddie feels heat spread from the tips of his ears to his toes. No way had he just gotten propositioned before sunrise in the decrepit hallway of their apartment building. “Um. No.” He backs up until his calves brush the door to 101. “Thank you, really. But no.”

my house of stone, your ivy grows by stayeven (@demieddie) | 7k | Mature

When Eddie resigns himself to buying sex toys in person—despite the popularity of online ordering now—he expects to be embarrassed and overwhelmed. What he doesn't expect is to leave with a crush on the employee with captivating blue eyes.

and we can stay all day by trippedandfell (@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen

“So let me get this straight,” Hen says, once she’s stopped laughing at him. “Your nerd crush-

“-Evan Buckley,” Eddie miserably interjects.

“Your nerd crush,” Hen repeats, waggling her eyebrows. At the kitchen table beside her, Chimney is grinning like Christmas just came early. “Read your drunk tweet and then sent you animal facts via DM?”

or: Buck's a zoologist. Eddie's pretty sure he's in love.

#Fics I love #Buddie #Eddie Diaz #Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley #911onfox #911 fan fiction #buddiefanfiction #Buddie fic #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 on abc

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buckleyx · 11 months

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Hey! Was wondering if you could write Buck or Eddie (whichever you prefer) and sick reader. Like they come home from a shift and find you sick and go all paramedic on you :)

TAKING CARE OF SICK!READER E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner! Had to choose rosy cheeks diaz bc the gif is just so cute! go give some love to the creator!!

Author’s note: i love love loveeee these requests!! thank you sm anon!! paramedic eddie>>>>>>>>>>> i just love him so much <33 very short and unedited but i found the request just so adorable that i quickly had to write it down!

Summary: Eddie taking care of sick reader!

Eddie Diaz x GenderNeutral!reader

Warnings: mentions of being sick, fever, headache and very fluffy eddie

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Eddie immediately knew something was wrong the minute he walked through the front door. When his suspicion was confirmed and he noticed you curled up on the couch, a box of tissues by your side and multiple blankets stacked on top of you, something inside of him switched.

"Are you okay?" He rushed over, kneeling down so he could take a better look at you.

"I'm fine." You brushed off, trying your best to ignore your pounding headache. "Just a cold."

Eddie studied your face, his lips turning into a small frown as he brushed some hair out of your face. "Ai, mi amor." He whispered, giving your temple a soft kiss. "Why didn't you tell me."

You leaned into his touch, forcing a small smile on your lips. "I didn't want you to worry." You admitted, making his lips curl up into a small smile.

"Mi amor, don't say that." His thumb caressed your cheek, his brows knitting together as he felt the warm temperature of your skin against his. Eddie placed the palm of his hand on your forehead but you stopped him before he could do anything about it.

"You're burning up y/n. At least let me take a look."

As much as you didn't want him to worry, you were too tired to protest. You shivered as his cold hand touched your skin again. The color in your face had faded and the brightness in your eyes had been took over by an unbearable sleepy feeling. But still you managed to be in awe of your handsome boyfriend sitting in front of you. His rosy cheeks and concentration in his eyes as he further examined you.

"Too far if I get my stethoscope?" He joked, standing up and stretching his back. You chuckled. Eddie's eyes sparkled at the sound. "I'll be right back baby." He promised before disappearing into the kitchen.

After a few minutes the Diaz appeared back in the living room, proudly holding a tray of snacks and fluids he mixed up to help you feel better. He carefully placed the tray on the side table when he noticed you had already fallen asleep. He lowered the volume of the tv playing in the background and pressed the water compress he made against your skin.

He smiled at your peaceful state, happy that you were able to finally get some rest. He did everything to make you comfortable before sitting down next to the couch. His head rested on the pillows behind him, one arm stretched over to rest against your waist. He tried his best to follow the remaining minutes of the show playing but he quickly dozed off aswell, the tiredness of his shift finally catching up with him.

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weewoobrainrot · 2 years

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we're getting his fluffy hair back <3

{ignore the crappy quality i'm sick and watching on my tv}

#like it's almost the same haircut as s2 #arguably his best hair #it was so fluffy #missing him #tbh #and it's only been a week #eddie diaz #<3 #911 fox #911

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epicbuddieficrecs · 2 months

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Weekly Recap | February 5th-11th 2024

I've bought my first television ever!!!! So I'll be able to watch S7 when it starts! 😆

Also, can you tell that I fell into the Didn't Know They Were Dating tag this week? 😅

Complete

🔥 the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 27K | General): or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

🔥 epiphanies, soft words, and hushed moans at the brink of dawn by brewrosemilk / @gayhoediaz (Feelings Realization | 19K | Explicit): “Describe your perfect partner for us, Buck,” Chimney says, reaching for his own beer. “Just for fun.” The realization hits him like a logging truck. In only a second or two, his mind manages to flash him about a thousand memories, and then some. From a sweaty Eddie in a black tanktop that should frankly be illegal, to an assuming elf in santa’s village, and a gunshot, and a baseball bat, and you’re the guy who likes to fix things, and - fuck, it’s so obvious. Buck is an idiot. Of course it’s Eddie. How could it possibly, ever be anyone else?

growing pains by ColorMeParanoid/ @color-me-paranoid (Valentine's Day, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): Or, the one in which Christopher makes a Valentine's Day card for a boy in his class, and Eddie freaks out about it just a bit

🔥 the sleeping curves of my body by catchingpapermoons/ @gayeddiaz (Getting Back Together | 16K | Mature): Eddie Diaz has a problem. “Yeah, obviously,” Christopher mumbles, but one look from Eddie silences him quickly. Because Eddie Diaz has a problem, and his problem is that Evan Buckley has a boyfriend. And it’s not Eddie.

Yellow Is Your Colour by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Canon Divergent, Civilian!Buck | 5K | General): The 118 responds to a call about a man stuck in a slide.

Breakfast In Bed by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Established Buddie | 1K | General): A sweet little moment in the morning with the Diaz family.

One For The Road by DeadlyChildArtemis/ @aroeddiediaz (PWP | 3K | Mature): Eddie’s stressed about having to go to El Paso suddenly. Buck offers a stress relief that he’ll be feeling for days.

the 'i' in ikea stands for 'i love you' by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 3K | Teen): buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend.

The Taste, The Touch, The Way We Love by Distressed_Ladybug15/ @cadiebug (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 1K | General): “Uh-huh,” Buck laughs quietly and Eddie pokes him in the forehead, and when Buck laughs more Eddie flattens his hand on Buck’s face and covers the top half of it. “This is abuse, Eddie,” he mumbles, bringing his hand up to Eddie’s upper arm. Eddie drags his hand up Buck’s face and into his hair, looping his fingers in the curly strands, “I don’t-” and he’s interrupted by a yawn that takes several seconds, “think so.”

You call the shots babe (I just wanna be yours) by Gay_internet_mafia/ @queercomesthesun (Friends With Benefits, Didn't Know They Were Dating | 3K | Not Rated): Buck is really oblivious. Like really oblivious.

I Love You (I'm Yours) by Distressed_Ladybug15/ @cadiebug (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 4K | Teen): Five times Buck and Eddie hold hands platonically (sort of), plus one time it’s more than that.

'Cause I'm Right Here, Darlin', I'm Right Here by Distressed_Ladybug15/ @cadiebug (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 1K | General): He wants to count the freckles across the tops of Buck’s sun-kissed shoulders, but he has to be honest. There are too many. So he settles for finally reaching out all the way, pressing his fingertips to Buck’s skin as gently as he can.

I'm Already Here (and I Won't Leave Now) by spacebabe17 (Didn't Know They Were Dating, Canon Divergent-S5 | 6K | Teen): 5 times Buck doesn't realize he and Eddie are dating + the 1 time he figures it out

baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Didn't Know They Were Dating, Post-Lightning | 2K | General): Eddie will give him this: Chimney does wait months after Buck’s out of his coma and back by his side to bring it up. “How come you and Buck haven’t told anyone you’re together?”

I can't love you any more (than I do now) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2K | General): Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

How Come You Didn't Tell Me We Were Dating? I Didn't Know Either! by KaztielCS118 (DIdn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | General): “Omigod, I’m in love with Buck,” Eddie said, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to cause a crisis,” Frank said. “I’m in love with Buck.” Eddie repeated. “I should not have assumed your relationship with him,” Frank continued on. “I’m in love with Buck.” He’s like a broken record. “Maybe we should end early today.” Frank suggested and Eddie weakly nodded. ~In which case, Buck and Eddie have been dating for six months. Except neither of them got the memo.

call it what you want to by markofalover/ @markofalover (Didn't Know They Were Dating, S6E13: Mixed Feelings | 2K | Teen): “Dad?” “Yeah?” Christopher is quiet for a moment, mouth twisting up like he’s trying to find the right words. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going on a date?” Eddie’s not proud of choking on his spit, but—well, he does that, right in his son’s doorway. ...or, no, of course that wasn’t a date. Wait. Was that a date?

Duet by leviarty (Didn't Know They Were Dating, S6E13: Mixed Feelings | 1,6K | Teen): It wasn't meant to be a date, not really. But it looks like a date, and it feels like a date, and they've been not-dating for far too long.

Date Night by littlechivalry/ @jonlybonlyfromboldlygo (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 3K | Teen): "I guess I am spending the night with a special someone," Buck said, looking over his goodies. It had been a while since he treated himself to a nice dinner. "Well I've gotta hear more about that. You finally get the nerve to talk to Eddie?" - Two phone calls to change Buck's life

darling, if you only knew by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck (Love Confessions | 4K | Teen): or, buck’s bad at karaoke, chimney should know better than to indulge in ring-related shenanigans, and eddie’s coping response to raging homosexual feelings is fair, given circumstances

the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 4K | General): The 118 is a close-knit family. It’s not surprising given how much time they spend together: endless hours at the firehouse, barbecues on the weekends, the occasional night at the bar. They’re a family, yes... but Buck and Eddie don’t have to tell them everything. They’re allowed their secrets, really, and it’s not… weird. Really, it’s not. It’s just that sometimes the 118 asks too many questions, and sometimes there’s just no good (or clear or logical) way to explain. Exhibit A: How Buck ended up in Eddie’s bed during a sleepover (and how he’s been sleeping there most nights since).

if i’m honest (it felt like love) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2K | General): Or: Christopher hosts a sleepover, Buck helps, and Eddie realizes he hasn’t been a single dad in years.

let heart hold true by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Coming Out, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “But when I was your age,” Eddie continues, “Some people didn’t know that it’s okay. And some people really didn’t like it. So a lot of gay people didn’t tell anyone. Sometimes not even their families.” He takes a deep breath. “I never told your abuela or abuelo when I kissed boys.” Christopher’s eyes go wide. “You didn’t tell me, either.” “I just did,” Eddie says, and huffs a laugh at Christopher’s offended expression. OR: Eddie comes out to Christopher. things snowball from there.

WIP

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 2/18 | 15K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S6/S7 Spec | 10/11 | 38K | Mature): Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 4/9 | 27K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 112/? | 321K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 17/19 | 43K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

whatever shall we do by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (Getting Together | 1K | Teen): “When you said renovations I figured maybe we would be painting a room or moving things around, I didn’t realize we were giving your room an entire overhaul,” Buck grunted as he read the IKEA instructions for Eddie’s new bed frame for the fourth time. “This doesn’t even make sense! I put that thingy exactly where it said!” “It’s your fault for not asking for clarification,” Eddie replied serenely, holding up two paint swatches against the wall and comparing them. “Frank thinks that making this space more personal will help with….well, I don’t know. But apparently it’s going to help with something.”

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 26/? | 17K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 26. 43. Wrapping your legs around your lover's body as they lift you

Re-Read

🔥 situations, circumstances, miscommunications ( i just may like some explanations ) by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 4K | Teen): "You didn't know?" Eddie asks, calmer but not less confused. He frowns. "How could you not know?" "You never said anything?" Buck tilts his head to the side. "We were dating?” “I guess not,” Eddie sighs. His heart is beating a little faster, an unpleasant buzz beneath his skin as he all but chokes on a feeling he can’t quite name— it could be hurt or disappointment or maybe a mix of both. In that moment, he knows three things very clearly. 1. Buck is going to be the death of him. 2. He is in love with the most dense, most oblivious man on planet Earth. 3. He is too gay and, honestly, too old for this shit.

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