#eddiediazfic

[softboiidiaz]

25 for the kisses writing prompts!

25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

A/N: After months of rewriting and figuring how I wanted to end this, I finally did it! 1.4K words of angst + comfort. I hope you like it, my love 🌸

Sheltered Sunlight {ao3 link}

Eddie’s staring at the window, the heavy rain pounding on the roof of his truck. It’s cold, he feels the goosebumps rising as the cool air touches the exposed skin, but he doesn’t mind. It reminds him that he’s alive and he’s still breathing. 

That he’s okay. 

He made it out of that hole in one piece—at least physically. Mentally, some days he felt like he was still buried fifty feet underground fighting to get out—much like today. 

It had been a few months since the accident—months full of nightmares and restless sleep, of waking up in cold sweat and pinching himself just to make sure that he was actually in his bed and not drowning. 

Eddie was alone, Christopher had gone with Abuela for the day and Buck still had a few hours in his shift, so there was no one to distract his thoughts. He needed to clear his head so he got into his truck with no real sense of direction and he found himself at the quarry. 

The land looked abandoned, the grass around the house was overgrown and as he walked past the garden, he noticed that it hadn’t been fixed. The ground was still a mess from having been pulled up and the fence was broken, parts of it littered across the ground.

Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had moved, figured she couldn’t tolerate staying in a place where her son almost died. He wouldn’t have been able to stay either or even come near it, yet he found himself standing at the edge of the quarry. 

He stared out at the water, watching the droplets of the rain bounce into it. He feels the warmth being sucked from him, the rain soaking every part of him as images of that night replayed in his mind—but he doesn’t budge. 

Eddie knows he should get back in his truck and go home. He knows he should get out of the rain and those wet clothes, find refuge under the covers of his bed and surround himself in the warmth, but his feet won’t move. He feels stuck.

Just as stuck as he felt that night when the earth above him decided to cave in on him.

He’s freezing now, the buzzing of his phone in his pocket becoming persistent by the second and Eddie knows he should answer it. He knows it’s Buck, probably wondering where he is, but it’s still not enough for Eddie to pick up the phone. He allows it to keep buzzing because frankly, it sounds better than the image playing in his head where he hears himself stumble over his words as he tries to explain why he’s standing in the rain in a place where he almost died. 

Eddie doesn’t know how long he’s been standing in the rain anymore. He can’t feel his face and his teeth are chattering by the time he’s being pulled from his thoughts, the warmth of someone’s hands cradling his face and it makes Eddie shut his eyes as he wallows in it. It was Buck, the smell of cologne and the calluses on his fingers giving him away. 

“You never picked up the phone and when I got home, you weren’t there so I panicked a little..” Buck murmured, caressing his cheek gently. “I checked your location and I knew something was wrong when I saw you were here.” 

“I just needed to get some air and somehow, I ended up here. I don’t know how long it’s been.” he whispered, opening his eyes to look at Buck's blue ones. “...I’m really cold, Buck…” 

“I know.” Buck murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Let’s go home.” he whispered, guiding him towards the truck. He helped Eddie get in, fastening his seatbelt before grabbing the keys from Eddie’s pocket and climbing into the driver’s seat. The ride back home was quiet, nothing but the sound of the heater on high and the rain hitting the windshield could be heard. It wasn’t until Eddie realized he was home that he spoke up again, “Is Christopher still with Abuela?” 

“Yes, I called her on my way to you, asked her if she could keep Christopher for the night and she agreed.” Buck spoke softly, helping him out of the truck and up the steps. “We can call him before bed time, see how he’s doing. Yeah?” he continued, opening the door and guiding him all the way to the bathroom and turning on a warm shower. Slowly, he helped Eddie out of the wet clothes, tossing them into the washer as he went. “Do you need my help showering or can you do it on your own?” 

It was so much like Buck to always be one step ahead of everything, always so quick to adapt for when Eddie’s bad days showed up. He was so willing to help him with everything and so patient with Eddie, it never slipped past him. Eddie appreciated him for that and for so much more. 

Eddie shook his head, already feeling like a burden for even making Buck go looking for him, “No, I can manage on my own.” he murmured, offering him a small smile. Despite knowing that he needed help, he refused to make Buck work more than he should. But Buck saw right through his act and proceeded to rid himself of his clothing, everything but his boxer briefs.

Buck took his time with Eddie. He was gentle with him, washing his body from head to toe thoroughly, occasionally pressing reassuring kisses to his skin as he went when he noticed Eddie start to get lost in his head again. When he finally started washing his hair, the soft massaging of Buck’s fingers almost put him to sleep. He let himself linger in the softness of his touch, only opening his eyes when he felt the water hit the back of his head. Buck was smiling softly, looking at him as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. 

He shut the water off a few moments later, which confused Eddie since he hadn’t washed himself yet. “What about you?” he asked. Buck only smiled, shaking his head and smoothing out Eddie’s hair to get rid of the excess water. He let his hands rest at the back of his head, pressing a tender kiss to Eddie’s lips. 

“I’ll shower when you go to sleep, Eds. Don’t worry about me.” he murmured, looking down at him. “Let me worry about you, yeah. Let me do this for you.” pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around Eddie. It was as if Buck sensed Eddie’s protest because he looked up from wrapping a towel around himself and gave him a pointed look. “Let me take care of you for once, Eddie.” and Eddie only nodded.

A few reassuring kisses and words later, they were both dressed and curled up on the couch. It was quiet, the soft sound of rain hitting the concrete outside could be heard. The smell of spices from the soup Buck left cooking on the stove filled the air, mixing with the smell of wet earth seeping in from outside. Eddie was lying in Buck's arms, head resting on his shoulder as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt, Buck’s head resting on his own. He felt a sense of peace. 

Buck was Eddie’s personal sunlight, sheltered away in the comfort of his home. Blinding light that only seemed to wrap up Eddie tighter on his worst days, warming him up in a comforting way—and Buck somehow knew that. 

Just like he knew that Eddie had walls up, walls he was working on taking down and Buck knew not to push him if he wasn’t ready to talk. He also knew that if he didn’t initiate that conversation, open up the door and let Eddie know that he was willing to listen, then Eddie wouldn’t bring it up. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Buck murmured, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. 

“Not yet, B..” Eddie whispered, “..But I will.” 

It didn’t always get him to talk right away, but Buck knew that as long as Eddie knew that he was there for him and willing to listen, Eddie would work his way up to feel comfortable enough to talk. Most times, before the sun rose the next day. 

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[softboiidiaz]

For @hearteyesforbuck (sorry Eli, i accidentally deleted your ask)

i whispered my love and you heard

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Eddie told Buck he loved him on a Sunday.

It was late, Eddie had just put Christopher to bed and he was sitting on the couch nursing a beer with Buck flipping aimlessly through the channels.

He looked over at Buck, taking in his relaxed features. His cheeks were flushed, eyes trained on the movie playing before him. He was nipping at his bottom lip, head resting on his hand and Eddie’s heart fluttered.

Even in his relaxed state, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, Buck managed to look beautiful.

“You’re staring, what’s up?” Buck asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room, turning his head to look at Eddie.

Eddie smirked, scoffing half-heartedly as he took the last sip of his beer. “Nothing” He murmured, brushing off the look he gave him and focused on the movie playing. 

If Buck had questions, he didn’t push for answers, instead turned his attention back to the t.v and Eddie released a breath he had been holding. 

He wanted to blame the sudden urge to tell Buck he loved him on the beers he had, but deep down he knew that the only thing he could blame on the beer was for making him bold enough to want to spit out the words he’d been thinking of saying for months now.

Eddie spent months biting his tongue to keep from letting those three little words slip from his mouth. Months of having to ignore the warm feeling at the pit of his chest every time Buck let his touch linger, ignoring the flutter in his stomach every time Buck gave him one of those wide, toothy smiles.

If he was being honest with himself, he wasn’t really sure what kept him from telling Buck he loved him. He was certain that Buck felt the same way about him, the signs were all there, as clear as day, but there was always that small speck of doubt that found a way to creep in and stay present until Eddie gave up on the idea.

It was there when he first told Shannon he loved her. It was there when he found out Shannon was pregnant, the doubt made him believe that he wouldn’t be a good father to Christopher—which was one of the reasons he enlisted. His belief was that if he couldn’t be a good father to Chris, then at least he could provide for his family.

Doubt was present in every important event in Eddie’s life, but it was different this time. There was no room for doubt in his tipsy state of mind, no room for him to back out.

He was going to tell Buck he loved him.

Eddie wasn’t sure if he heard him because Buck didn’t react, at least not instantly—given he had whispered his confession, but slowly Buck turned to face Eddie. There was a look in his eyes that he couldn’t quite figure out and it made him uneasy.

“...what..” he breathed, sitting up and turning his body towards Eddie.

Eddie could feel the heat rising up his neck as he looked at Buck, hands becoming clammy around the empty beer bottle and suddenly he felt panic, but nevertheless he repeated himself.

“I’m in love with you..” he spoke a little louder, “I have been for a few months now.” Eddie continued. “The things you do for me and Christopher, the way you are with him, how much love you show for both of us—it’s kinda hard not to love you..” he rambled, sitting up straighter.

“..and if you don’t feel the same way, I understand. I just—I had to say it. It was eating me up. I had to keep it in for months and I guess the beer made me bold enough today and I said it. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—.” Eddie was cut off by Buck pressing his lips to his.

It took Eddie a moment to kiss back, half shocked and half in disbelief of what was happening.

It was a tender kiss. It wasn’t needy, there wasn’t any tongue involved. It was soft and gentle, full of warmth and love and it made Eddie melt into Bucks lips. His hands were resting on either side of Buck’s cheeks, thumb caressing his jaw.

Buck had his hand at the base of Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer while his other hand rested on his cheek.

He pulled back after a while, resting his forehead against Eddie’s and a smile on his face. “I’m in love with you too, you dork..” he whispered, closing his eyes to catch his breath.

“I’ve loved you for years, since I introduced you to Carla.” Buck murmured, letting out a soft chuckle. “I’ve held that in for so long, it feels good to finally say it.”

Eddie felt like he was floating. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had butterflies in the stomach. Buck has loved him for years. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Eddie whispered, pulling away to get a better look at his face.

“I was scared, mostly. I was scared of rejection and scaring you away, but mainly it was just never the right time.” Buck said truthfully, caressing his cheek. “You were going through so many things and then I had my accident, everything that happened in the tsunami and then the lawsuit--it was never the right time.” he murmured.

Eddie nodded, smiling softly at him, “Well, I guess today was finally the right time then?” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

This was real, it was actually happening and Eddie was buzzing.

Buck chuckled, “Yeah..I think so.” He murmured against his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Eddie whispered and he meant it. There wasn’t any doubt, it wasn't hiding between the lines as he said it. He was in love with Buck and Buck was in love with him.

Eddie told Buck he loved him on a Sunday and Buck whispered it back and on Monday morning, when he was woken up by kisses being peppered over his face and the sunlight bleeding in through the blinds—Eddie believed it.

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things you said prompts

#eli💛 my joy🌼 #i have two verions of this lol #i was going to post the angst version but you posted a fluff for makes the hours easier so i decided not to 😌 #i spent a day contemplating if this was good enough but i hope you like it 💛 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #eddiediazfic #evanbuckleyfic #buddie fic #fox 911 #911fic #911 #911 fox #sunny writes #my writing:sunny #writing prompts

[softboiidiaz]

for @gracieli and @hearteyesforbuck, who I almost killed with feels that night during soft eddie diaz hours. I hope you like it 🌸💜

(ao3)

i’ll paint you my favorite memory of us

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Eddie likes drawing.

He doodled in his notebooks all through high school, creating little gardens at the corner of each page when he took notes—even took an art class to get better and found that he was better at sketching than painting.

He took a realism class when he went to college, fell in love with that but never went back because he found out Shannon was pregnant. He signed up for the army shortly after that.

Then Christopher was born and Eddie had less than a week left before he had to be deployed to Afghanistan.

So, naturally, he spent most of his nights cooped up in Christopher’s room. He was trying to ease the nerves he felt about leaving, all the while memorizing his features as he sketched his little figure out onto the sketchpad in his lap—the moonlight being his only source of lighting.

Drawing Chris calms his nerves up until the day he leaves, a bittersweet feeling as he pressed a kiss to the top of his tiny head and stepped on the bus.

While Eddie was deployed, he spent his free time sketching Christopher from memory. The image of Chris sleeping in his crib while the moonlight highlighted his features was a recurring sketch in Eddie’s little journal. It was something that brought him peace and maybe he imagined himself watching Chris sleep, just like he used to do.

Then he was discharged.

Most of his nights consisted of nightmares, of tossing and turning in bed and waking up in cold sweat. His whole body shaking and the only thing that seemed to calm him down was drawing Christopher—focusing on drawing him was the only thing that made his hands stop shaking.

After that, he did it anytime he was pulled from his slumber by a nightmare.

It went on for years and by the time they moved out to LA, Eddie had a couple of sketch pads full of drawings. All of Christopher, of course, ranging from him sleeping to him playing out in the garden and picking berries.

He never showed anyone his drawings. Aside from Chris, the drawings were for his eyes only. It was an intimate part of Eddie’s love for Christopher and he wasn’t ready to share that with anyone.

That is until Buck saw them.

It was an accident. He was helping Christopher pick up his school books from the table so they could get ready for dinner and he found Eddie’s sketch pad lying amongst them—only after it slipped from his hold and landed open on the floor.

It was a sketch of Christopher, like most of them in there, but the only difference was Buck was in this one. It was a drawing of them sitting on the couch cuddling. Buck’s arm was wrapped around Christopher’s frame, holding him close to his side. They were looking at each other, Chris seemed to be laughing at something Buck said and Buck was grinning down at him. It made Buck’s heart swell and tears gather in his eyes.

It wasn’t until Eddie came into the kitchen that he noticed Buck holding his sketchbook with tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at the drawing.

After that, Eddie allowed Buck to look through his sketchbooks—all but the drawings he did of Christopher as a baby. Those were his peace and comfort during the war and he wanted to keep them for himself.

In some way, it was Eddie opening up to Buck. He was letting him into something that was intimate to him. It was his safe haven during the war, during all the nightmares, and he guarded it with his whole heart. Showing these drawings to Buck meant Eddie was ready to let someone in again.

Buck became his biggest fan, runner up to Christopher. Always complimenting the sketches Eddie showed him, encouraging him when he felt weary about trying new methods. He even gifted him his first set of professional colored pencils on his birthday so he could start shading in color.

Let’s just say there were tears.

Eddie cried over gifted pencils, yes, but it wasn’t because of the gesture. It was because of what Buck said when he handed him the gift bag and watched him open it.

“I spent hours looking for the best sketching pencils and these were the ones I saw everywhere, highly recommended by artists. I hope you like them.”

He didn’t have to do any research—didn’t even have to give him a gift—but he did and that made Eddie love him just a little bit more. It was so much like Buck to always go out of his way to make others happy and feel validated without ever expecting anything in return.

Which is why Eddie knew exactly what to give him for his birthday—something that subtly screamed ‘I love you’ without actually having to say the words. He knows how much Buck loves Christopher and how much Chris loves Buck, it was the perfect gift for him. A way for him to know he was family.

It was a quick sketch, very rough, one he left alone until he decided to give it to Buck for his birthday. Eddie worked on it for weeks, practicing with paints and the colored pencils. He wanted to give the drawing to Buck because he took him out of his comfort level, just like painting in color did.

When Buck’s birthday came around, Eddie was the last to give his gift. He handed Buck the gift bag with the painting in it, watching with a giant grin on his face as he opened it.

Buck took the frame in his hands, a small smile on his face as he stared at it.

It was a painting of all of them on the couch. Christopher sleeping on Eddie’s chest and Eddie leaning against Buck’s chest as he wrapped his arms around them. They all look so peaceful and content and it was the first time Buck felt like he belonged somewhere. He remembers it like it was yesterday, driving over to Eddie’s to help keep him company while he tended to a sick Chris. Them curling up on the couch because Chris wanted to cuddle with them. It made Buck realize that this was something he wanted to do everyday and he didn’t want to let go.

It was the night they both realized they were in love with each other.

Buck turned to Eddie, tears in his eyes as he looked at him. “Are you sure you want to give it to me?” His voice was soft, almost as if he was scared of Eddie’s response being one he didn’t want.

It was just a painting, but it gave Buck just a little bit of hope that Eddie and him could be something more—and maybe he was crazy to get that idea from a painting, but he wanted to believe it was true.

“Yes, I’m sure Buck. It’s my gift to you..a way of saying thank you for everything you do for us. It’s like a family portrait—because that’s what you are to us, Buck. Family.” Eddie smiled gently, resting his hand on his shoulder, thumb resting against his pulse point.

Buck didn’t react to the words, but he let them sink in and the look in Eddie’s eyes was enough to let him know that Eddie cared for him just a little bit more than friends. “Thank you, Eds. It’s beautiful...I’m going to hang it when I get home tonight.”

And Buck did hang it up because the next night, when Eddie went over to tell Buck he loved him, Eddie’s painting was mounted on his bedroom wall for Buck’s eyes only.

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