#EddieDiaz

[lyjen]

North west corner

Summary: When the 118 gets to a factory fire, Evan and (Y/n) get stuck in side of the building. Revealing quite a surprise.

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The team 118 was spread over the three rigs they owned, there was engine, ladder and the ambulance 118. Hen and Chimney were in the ambulance, while Bobby, Buck, Eddie and (Y/n) were in the ladder rig.

They were just on their way back to the firehouse as dispatch tried to connect with them. “Engine 118, ladder 118 and ambulance 118, Factory fire at 4545 West Caroll.” Sounded through the radio they had pinned to their chests.

As soon as they received the message, they grabbed their headsets and put them on their heads. And the ladder’s truck sirens were switched to on. Eddie was talking with Buck about some new restaurant down town. Meanwhile, (Y/n) was staring outside the window.

She wasn’t completely present. She had been feeling nauseous this morning, she couldn’t keep anything down. So she was basically performing on an empty stomach.

Completely lost in thought she flinched when her boyfriend who was sitting next to her, patted his hand on her knee to get her attention. She didn’t notice Evan asked her a question. A worried look spread on his face. “Huh?” Came out of her mouth. Evan’s hand was now rubbing up and down on her thigh.

“I asked if you were feeling okay?” (Y/n) nodded. “Yeah… Yeah I’m fine, just daydreaming” she answered him with a slight smile. While (Y/n) received another confused look from her brother who sat diagonally across from Evan. “Are you sure?” Eddie jumped in. The only thing (Y/n) was nod, and continued watching the streets they went rushing by. Brushing off the worried looks of her boyfriend and brother.

She was fine. They didn’t need to worry about her, just a little nausea wouldn’t hurt a soul. Am I right?

(Y/n) felt how the ladder truck came to a stop. Eddie went out on one side of the truck, and (Y/n) hopped out on the other side. She felt how Evan followed her steps. Both his hands resting on her shoulders as he jumped out of the vehicle. Evan took place next to her, putting his arm around her.

He closed the distance between them, his mouth moving towards her ear. “If there is something wrong, you know you can tell me. Right?” He whispered quietly. She nodded. “There’s nothing wrong.” she continued. And planted a kiss on his cheek and walked out of his grip.

As she was walking forward, she saw multiple victims running out of the building. Watching how the flames took over the factory building.

Bobby stood in front of his team, ready to shout orders. Evan and (Y/n) joined the group of firefighters. “Okay! Dispatch said there are still some trapped workers inside, they didn’t say how much. But I don’t like this smoke, so get a hose line in there. Be quick on this one, I’m saying four minutes tops! Hen, Chim, set up triage! Eddie, Buck, (Y/n), you go get those workers out of there! Let’s go!” Bobby’s voice tried to reach his crew. “On it cap!”

The ladder team opened up the compartment where they storaged the tanks, got them out and put them on their back. (Y/n) felt a feeling of discomfort crawling in her arms when she put on the tank on her back, but she ignored it. Maybe it was just a pulled muscle, a wrong movement she made.

Evan took a moment to take a glance at his girlfriend, he knows something is wrong. He could tell, she hadn’t been eating all day and she was absent. Those weren’t things she did on the regular basis. For now, he’d let it slide, they had to get inside to get the last victims out of that building. Hurriedly Evan put his mask on like the others and walked towards the entrance of the building.

When they got in the building, flames were literally everywhere. The flames were surrounding them. “LAFD! Call out!” They tried to call through their masks while also trying to get above the sound of the fire.

Repeatedly they called out that familiar sentence. Waiting for someone to respond while they did a quick sweep. They only had 4 minutes, that’s how much they got from Bobby. In one of the halls, they found one of the missing workers. The man was covered in ashes, and coughing as he couldn’t breathe through the thickness of the smoke. “Hey over here!” Buck called out as he was the first one to discover the man.

Evan lowered down to help the man stand on his own two feet. Eddie stopped him. “I got him! You two go look for others!” Eddie spoke as he took over the injured man from Evan. Eddie slung the man’s arm over his shoulder, giving him the support he needed and tried to make his way back out of the burning building. “Chim, Hen, I’m coming out with one victim!” Eddie spoke through his radio.

Eddie walked through the exit, what was also the entrance of the building. He handed the man over to Hen, so she could check him out and give him the treatment he needed.

Evan and (Y/n) tried to sweep the level for more injured employees. Although (Y/n) was in a burning building, she had a cold sweat dripping over her face and over her back. Her vision went blurry, but she tried to blink it away and follow Evan’s shadow. It could be the lack of energy, she didn’t eat all day. That could be the reason, right?

They entered an office, Buck entered first, searching the office. As (Y/n) tried to steady herself on the doorframe of the office. Trying to catch her breath. Her vision didn’t change. She was still sweating and her breaths became more rapid. She felt like she had run a marathon, but all she did was sweep the building together with her boyfriend. “LAFD! Call out!” Evan’s voice filled her eardrums again.

Bobby was outside, trying to estimate the situation “I don’t like this smoke! I want all firefighters to evacuate the building immediately!” Bobby called through his radio as he sees big clouds of dark grey smoke come out of the factory.

Buck searches the last part of the office, and made up his conclusion. “No one here, we’re coming out now!” Buck called through his radio. Buck turns on his heels, and saw his girlfriend standing in the doorway. “Come on let’s go!” He tried to motivate her.

She felt weak as if every piece of energy was sucked out of her in that little time. Her eyelids were becoming heavy, it took to many energy to keep her eyes open. She really tried to keep herself awake. But she couldn’t. Her heartbeat was ringing in her ears, together with her breathing.

Her knees buckled and she fell down on the floor. Letting gravity doing its work and pull her down to the ground.

“(Y/n)!” he yells out. He couldn’t even notice wat was happening.

He rushes towards his girlfriend and let himself flop down next to her side. “(Y/n)?? (Y/n)??” He panics. He doesn’t know what to do. His hand fell onto his radio, “Mayday, mayday! Firefighter down! I repeat firefighter down!” Buck sounded through the radio.

“Buck what’s going on?” He heard Eddie ask on the radio, his voice was full of worry. Eddie knew that the only firefighter who could be down, was (Y/n) since Evan was the one to speak through the radio. They both were the last ones to pull out of the building. The rest of the team was already outside of the building waiting for orders from the captain.

“Buck?!” Eddie repeated over the radio, almost crushing his radio with his bare hand. Evan put two of his fingers in her neck, and tried to search for her pulse. He couldn’t feel it. He couldn’t find her damn pulse. With trembling hands he reached out to his radio, and clicked in the button they used to speak. “I.. I think she’s having a heart attack” he spoke through the radio.

Eddie’s eyes went wide as he heard Evan’s response. He looked at Bobby. “What’s your location Buck?” Bobby spoke into his radio.

Eddie, who already had put his helmet back on, ready for his sign to go in, looked at Bobby with pain in his eyes. How was it possible that his damn’ sister was having a heart attack? She was twenty two. How does a twenty two year old get a heart attack?

“Bobby we have to get them!” Eddie tried to convince Bobby to let him go in. He was desperate to help his sister. “Eddie Stand down.” Is the only thing what came out of Bobby’s mouth. Bobby couldn’t let Eddie go in that fire hazard. It wasn’t safe.

Evan noticed how the fire came closer to them. “(Y/n)!” He called one more time, desperate to get her awake again. “Shit!” He cursed to himself as his attempt to get her awake again didn’t work. He stood up from (Y/n)’s side, and grabbed the handle they used to get the tanks to sit in place on a back of a person. He put both of his hands on the two straps which were holding the tank of his girlfriend into place. And he dragged her towards the office, which hasn’t caught fire yet.

Another explosion took place in the factory Evan and (Y/n) were in. Evan had to perform CPR, and find a way out. If he waited any longer, he could lose his girlfriend, and his best friend’s sister. “I’m starting CPR now!” He yelled through his radio. Evan didn’t bother to open her florescent jacket, it was too risky. The fire was already coming for them both. He had to do this now, he couldn’t lose more time. Evan locked his fingers together, straightened his elbows and pushed down his hands against (Y/n)’s chest.

“Come on baby, come on!” He tried to motivate her to come back to reality as he continued to push down on her chest. “You’re not allowed to do this (Y/n). You can’t go anywhere.”

Why didn’t Evan notice something sooner, he knew something was wrong. He knew she wasn’t okay and should’ve stopped her as soon as they came on scene.

But now here he was, performing CPR on his own girlfriend in a burning building.

Eddie turned towards Bobby. “Bobby, please you have to let me back in there! That’s my sister!” Tears were welling in his eyes. His heart was pounding as if it tried to break free out of his chest. It almost felt like he was having a heart attack himself.

Bobby gave Eddie a thoughtful look, he was actually considering Eddies request to go back in there. He couldn’t let them die in there. They were his family. And he needed to get them back to safety. The silence was ear deafening. He looked at Chimney and Hen, and then back at Eddie.

“Okay Eddie, let’s go!” Bobby reached out to get an oxygen tank and mask. Bobby put on his gear, as did Eddie. When they were all geared up, they hurried towards the entrance of the building. When another explosion took over the scene. Fire roared in front of the entrance.

Eddie was screaming out so loud, that he couldn’t notice how hard he was screaming. Bobby grabbed his upper arm and pulled him back from the entrance.

Eddie tried to break free of the hold Bobby got him in, he needed to safe his sister and Buck. Tears were leaving his eyes. He didn’t even think it was possible to have that many tears.

Bobby’s hand reached his radio. “Buck, the entrance is blocked. Put her on your shoulder if you have to. But you get the hell out of there, do you hear me!” Bobby ordered Evan.

Evan was putting all of his strength into getting his girlfriend back to life. He was pretty sure he heard and felt a few ribs cracking. He was exhausted. But he couldn’t give up. Tears were rolling down his face.

Buck stopped his compressions when he reached yet another thirty and slumped over her body to try and feel her pulse.

Nothing.

Evan threw off his oxygen mask, and gently took hers off too. His face was covered in ashes, drenched in sweat with a mix of his tears. He put his mouth over hers, and breathed into her lungs 2 times. Normally they wouldn’t do this. They had a rescue breath mask for that. But right now, he had to try this. He wouldn’t stop until he tried everything he could.

“(Y/n), if you can hear me. You have to wake up! And get the hell out that building!” Eddie tried to motivate her, even though she might not be able to hear him.

Evan interlaces his fingers again and put his fists on her chest again. Going for another round of chest compressions. Buck was blinking away the tears that were dripping off his cheeks onto (Y/n)’s florescent jacket. Gasping for breaths as he continued CPR. Meanwhile Buck was scanning the area he was in, trying to figure out how to get the hell out of this hell hole.

He was focusing himself on her chest, counting each push he gave her chest. Evan’s eyes shot to her eyes when he heard a gasp for breath, desperate for oxygen. She coughed as if she wanted her lungs to leave her body. He took his hands off her chest. “Hey! Hey! You’re fine, you’re okay!” Evan trying to reassure her, putting her face between his hands.

With one hand, he grabbed her oxygen mask and put it back on her face. Her chest was hurting from the pressure Evan used to get her back to life.

Evan noticed a door in the back of the office. He was silently hoping it was a staircase with a fire exit.

They had no time to waste. Evan and (Y/n) needed to get the hell out of that building. Evan could tell (Y/n) was too weak to hold herself up. He put back on his own oxygen mask and put his left arm underneath her lower back, his right arm found its way around her thighs and he hoisted her up in his arms.

Buck hurried forward towards the back door in the office. He turned his back to the door, and kicked his leg back to open the door.

Through the door, a beam of daylight welcomed Evan. There was a window. It was a kind of back office. Evan put back a chair with his feet and set (Y/n) down in it for a moment. He ran towards the window and searched around for anything he could smash the window with. But there was nothing usefull, not a damn thing. The room was already filling itself up with dark grey smoke. Evan didn’t have a choice. He had to break the window with his hands. Without thinking, Evan smashed his arm through the glass, immediately breaking the rest of the old window.

“Buck. Status update.” Bobby ordered Evan through his radio. The radio went silent. No answer from Evan nor (Y/n).

“Baby I am sorry, I need to do this.” He told (Y/n) as he fully ignored Bobby through the radio. The flames were already taking over the small walls of the back office.

He grabbed (Y/n)’s right arm with his left arm, lowered himself down and put his right arm around her thighs. And he hoisted (Y/n) over his shoulder as he fast made his way through the window with (Y/n) dangling over his shoulder.

Another explosion took over the building. The roof started to come down, as Evan tightly held (Y/n) in position.

Eddie felt his heart beating in his throat. He was pretty sure he was about to throw up. His eyes were on the entrance of the building as another loud bang sounded through the air. Bobby was trying to get in touch with Evan and (Y/n). “Buck. What’s your status?” Bobby called again through the radio. Nothing but noise from the frequency sounded through the radio.

Eddie stepped back. He put both his hands in his hair and was pretty sure he pulled some strands of hair from his scalp. He looked up at the sky, as he tried to stop the tears from falling down his face.

Bobby tried to radio Buck one more time. “Buck what-“ he couldn’t finish his sentence as he saw movement next to the building. Evan’s broad frame came in to his sight. “Eddie!” Bobby called out when he clearly saw Buck rushing towards them with (Y/n) over his shoulder. Eddie’s eyes shot towards Bobby, and then to the person Bobby was pointing at.

“Chim I need a gurney over here!” Before Bobby could even finish his sentence, Chimney came running down with a gurney with Eddie right behind him. “And get a hose line and water tank on that building!” Bobby continued shouting his orders.

When Evan reached the gurney, he slowly sat (Y/n) down on the gurney. While Bobby tried to take off the oxygen tank off her back, Eddie helped to gently take off her oxygen mask. Evan also took off his mask and let his gloved hand slide over his girlfriend’s cheek while she was coughing. He stepped back to give Chimney the space he needed to examine (Y/n).

Chimney held a light in front of her eyes. Asking her to follow it with her eyes. (Y/n) weakly tried to slap back his hand. “I’m fine” she groaned, and pushed herself up to get off the gurney when her knees buckled again. Eddie catches her just in time before her body met the floor again.

Evan rushed to her other side, next to Eddie. While Eddie and Evan try to push the female firefighter back on the gurney. She tries to push them both back. “Hey! Hey! Hey! (Y/n). Stop. Please.” Evan tries to stop her.

She stopped pushing them both. Evan took a step closer towards his girlfriend who was sitting on the gurney now. He carefully took one of her hands in his. “I know you’re not fine. I knew it from the beginning you stepped out of that ladder truck.” He confessed. He wasn’t that stupid. “I could see it on the look on your face. This past week, you’ve been acting so strange. So please, tell me. What’s going on. A twenty two year old doesn’t get a heart attack just like that.”

A silence fell. (Y/n) her eyes fell down looking at her hands. One of them was holding Evan’s. She squeezed her eyes shut. Trying to avoid the waterfall of tears, that was trying to make its way outside of her tear ducts.

She sighed.

“I’m pregnant Buck, that’s what’s been going on.”

[onlyyoudude]

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a post about Eddie just never having thought about dating Buck or anything along that line. Like, the dude has been in emergency after emergency, relationship after relationship and he might just not have had the time or energy to consider it. Buck has been there, but what if he really just has not thought that dating Buck is an option.

So here’s my theory:

Eddie finds out Buck and Tommy are dating and he’s happy for them, Buck seems really happy so that’s all that matters. But then Tommy and Buck hang out more, and Tommy calls Buck “Evan” and Buck goes to Tommy for things he used to go to Eddie for. So Eddie starts having negative feelings towards this that he can’t put a name to. Maybe he thinks he’s homophobic, maybe not, but eventually he goes to Hen for advice and Hen basically says “Eddie you’re just jealous because you want to date Buck.”

And Eddie just stares at her as he realizes that dating Buck is something that he could do, if they were both single, and he starts thinking about it. A lot. Then he figures out he likes guys and maybe he tries dating other men, again maybe not, but he realizes there’s this man who has been there for him for 6 years. A man that he has a completely different relationship with than his bro Tommy and he wants him to be in his life forever. And maybe he’d also like to kiss him. Ya know, maybe. But Bucks happy, and dating Tommy and he seems so free. Eddie can’t ruin that, so some angst happens, naturally, and then all is resolved, buddie is cannon and they all live happily ever after and all that.

[buckaroo627]

Yes, there's definitely an element of that.

"the introduction of his character is literally buck turning in slow motion and 'Whatta Man' is the soundtrack. If we look back at that moment, yes! there’s definitely an element of that"

"..not knowing and process those feelings,, he kind of sectioned off in to some kind of jealousy and insecurity about himself.."

and then the undercover exchange of vows, not even in season 10.

and Oliver talking as Buck 😆😆😆

"between ME and Eddie?"

[eightpackdiaz]

Eddie Diaz - I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Ryan Guzman : 9-1-1

[wsqiling]

[firefighterleigh]

Plenty Tears Left To Cry

-In which Eddie, alone in silence for the first time since Buck's admission in the hospital, finally cracks.

-Inspired by a post from @lanisfandoms on tiktok ✌️

Three minutes and seventeen seconds.

Three minutes and seventeen seconds...

Eddie had counted every passing moment that Buck's heart wasn't beating. Every passing moment where Buck was dead.

Eddie had always thought of time as something steady, something that marched forward at a predictable pace. But in those three minutes and seventeen seconds, time became something else entirely - an enemy, a thief stealing away everything that mattered.

In those moments, he had lost everything. And now, even with Buck's heart beating again, the fear that clutched at his heart like a vice was something he knew would never fully leave him.

Eddie sat in the stiff hospital chair, his eyes fixed on Buck’s unconscious form. He hadn’t moved from that spot since visitors were allowed inside, and Maddie hadn't either, a consistent presence alongside him.

A hand on his shoulder jolted Eddie from his thoughts. He looked up to see Bobby standing beside him, his expression soft but firm. There was a weariness in Bobby’s eyes, a reflection of the same exhaustion that Eddie felt deep in his bones.

“Eddie..” Bobby said gently, his voice calm but insistent. “You should go home.”

Eddie shook his head, his grip tightening on the armrest of his chair. “He's gonna wake up.” he said, more as a reassurance to himself than a reason to stay.

Bobby sighed, crouching down beside Eddie so that their eyes were level. “you’ve been in this room too long, and-”

“I’m fine,” Eddie replied automatically, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew they weren’t true. He was far from fine.

“Eddie, if it makes you feel any better I don't plan on going anywhere. He won't be alone,” Maddie said, her tone dry and drained of any joy. “I'm sure Christopher needs you.” she said, turning to face him, a tear racing down her cheek.

The mention of his son made Eddie’s chest tighten. He had been so focused on Buck that he had almost forgotten the outside world, forgotten that Christopher was waiting for him, worrying about him. “..Carla’s with him,” Eddie muttered, as if that was enough to justify his absence.

Bobby continued, his voice gentle but unyielding. “Christopher needs his Dad right now. He needs to know that everything's going to be okay.."

Becuase it is. Right?

Eddie stood on shaky legs, his body protesting the movement after so many hours of stillness. He took one last long look at Buck, his heart aching with every beat. He wanted to say something, to promise Buck that he'd be back soon, that he wasn't giving up on him. But the words stuck in his throat, so instead, he just squeezed Buck's hand before turning away. A gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Maddie.

The journey home felt just as empty as the ride to the hospital, the desperation was there, but it was painfully numbing rather than a harsh sting of adrenaline.

“Dad!” Christopher's voice echoed in his mind, like a lifeline among the clashing doubts.

“Hey Chris..” Eddie cleared his throat, washing away the cracks of vulnerability. “Hey..” he said again.

Eddie crouched down, gathering Christopher into his arms and holding him tight. The familiar weight of his son against his chest was grounding, a reminder of why he had to keep it together. For Christopher. But as he hugged him, Eddie felt the cracks in his armor widening, the edges fraying just a little more.

“I missed you.” Christopher murmured against his shoulder.

“I missed you too, buddy,” Eddie whispered back, his voice thick with emotion.

Carla stood, giving Eddie a sympathetic look as she gathered her things. “I’m glad you’re home now, Eddie. But please rest, I can only imagine what's been happening in that pretty brain of yours..”

Eddie nodded, though he wasn’t sure he could even begin to sleep. “Thank you, Carla. For everything.”

She gave him a gentle smile, squeezing his arm as she passed by toward the door. “Take care of yourself, Eddie. Buck would want you to.”

It wasn't long before Chris was in bed, Eddie sat beside him, tucking him in.

“You want a story?” Eddie offered, searching for anything else to keep his mind from the echoing image of Buck strung up lifeless from the ladder like a marionette.

Chris ignored the fact that he hadn't been read to sleep in years and instead just asked what had been playing on his mind. “Carla said Buck was in the hospital.” he said, “he's gonna be okay, right?”

Eddie breathed deep, planting a kiss on his son's curly head of hair. “He's in good hands, buddy. You don't have to worry..” He forced a smile.

Eddie watched the hope escape his son's eyes and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. He wished he had an answer that would make everything better, a promise he could give that wasn’t filled with uncertainty. But he couldn’t lie to his son, not about this.

“Can I go see him?”

“It uh..it depends on how well he's doing, bud..maybe.”

Also on the fact that children aren't allowed in the ICU but he wasn't about to tell his son that. To crush his hopes of seeing his Buck? No way.

“I'll tell you what, you get to sleep and in the morning we can get to making him a get well soon card..” Eddie said smiling, though it didn't reach his eyes.

“Okay..”

Once Christopher was asleep, Eddie left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He stood there for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob, trying to steady himself. The house was too quiet, too empty, and he felt like the walls were closing in on him. Slowly lifting his head from the wood of the door, he stumbled down the hall to his own bedroom, his legs heavy, each step harder than the last. He watched as his hands shook with the ghost of Buck's frigid chest beneath them.

He made it to his door and twisted the handle, the clicking of the latch made his breath hitch as he remembered the sound -the sharp, awful snap underneath his interlocked fingers that had echoed through the air, louder than the pounding in his ears, louder than the monotonous tone of the deafening flatline. It was a sound that had cut through the chaos like a knife, slicing deep into Eddie's soul and leaving a wound that refused to heal.

When he finally reached his bed, he collapsed onto it, burying his face in the pillow. The scent of home was familiar, but it didn’t bring him comfort. All he could think about was Buck, lying so still in that hospital bed, surrounded by machines that kept him tethered to life. The image was burned into Eddie’s mind, a constant reminder of how close he had come to losing him. He swallowed hard, trying to force the memories back into the box he had crafted for them. But they slipped through his fingers, too powerful to contain. The weight of it all pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe, hard to think.

He squinted his eyes shut, tears flowing seamlessly and silently as he tried to ground himself in the present. Eddie clutched his pillow tightly to his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had been holding it all in, trying to stay strong for Christopher, for the team, for Maddie, for anyone who needed him to be okay. But here, in the privacy of his room, there was no one left to be strong for. And all the fear, the anger, the helplessness he had pushed down finally broke free. Like water escaping a damn.

The first sob tore through him with a force that left him breathless, and then another, until he was crying into his pillow, the sound muffled but raw. He couldn’t stop the tears, the overwhelming flood of emotions that he had tried so hard to keep at bay. He cried for the man he might lose, for the fear that gripped his heart every time he thought about what could happen. He cried for Christopher, who had already lost so much, and in no way would survive losing his Buck. And he cried for himself, for the terrifying realization that the love he held for Buck went beyond friendship. He loved him, and a lot more than he was willing to admit. Even to himself in that moment.

Eddie’s shoulders shook with the force of his grief, his sobs filling the empty space of his bedroom. It felt like the storm outside had made its way inside him, the thunder of his own heart drowning out almost everything else. He was powerless, just as he had been that night when Buck was struck down, and the weight of that helplessness was crushing him.

“Buck..” he whispered into the darkness. His voice breaking with the weight of everything he couldn't say.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours - Eddie couldn’t tell. But eventually, the tears slowed, leaving him exhausted and hollow. Empty. He lay there, curled up in his bed, his face pressed into the pillow as his breathing gradually evened out.

As sleep finally began to claim him, Eddie found himself begging, “Please Buck...come back to me..” he slurred, his voice wavering with complete vulnerability. It was though he was drunk on helplessness. Drunk on desperation.

With that, Eddie Diaz, the man who had faced death and danger more times than he'd like to count, finally let himself succumb to sleep, the storm inside him hushed, if only for a little while.

[tommykinard]

Buck + misunderstanding the assignment (and Eddie’s reaction)

Bonus:

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Buck(disciplining Chris):...And what did I tell you about lying? Christopher: It only works on Dad...

[dilfbuddie]

buddie at the pink pony club 🎀🩷

[lyjen]

Be safe | Eddie Diaz

Summary: Eddie goes on a coffee run for the team, but when he's texting his girlfriend while waiting on the order, a robber starts threatening customers and the workers. Eddie tries to disarm the robber, but when he tries, he gets shot. (Y/n) suffers from a severe panic attack when she gets the call.

A request by: @megafandomsxassemble

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9-1-1 Masterlist

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Eddie hopped down the step from the engine, and landed with both his feet on the sidewalk. It was his turn to go on a coffee run today. He didn’t have a standard day he had to go on the coffee run, but they did have a standard order for who was going inside. They couldn’t just go in there with the entire crew, that wasn’t practical.

So now they had a standard order, Eddie knew he came after Hen and after Eddie came Bobby. That’s the only thing he had to memorize. So since last shift it was Hen’s turn, now it’s Eddie’s turn.

Eddie walked a few meters down the street, passing four or five shops as he eventually reached the coffee company.

He pulled the door open as someone was just on his way towards the exit. Softly he could hear the bell being triggered as he pulled the door. “After you” he said with a gentle smile, as he held open the door for the woman who was old enough to be his mother, maybe even his grandmother.

The woman smiled at him and thanked him for holding the door open for her, and he stepped inside. He spotted quite a line for the orders. Luckily after Ravi’s record of fastest coffee run, the rest of the crew started doing the same. Ordering online.

He walked towards the end of the counter, where the waiting area was. He quickly slid his phone from his pocket. The phone instantly lit up as he held the phone in front of his face. Eddie scrolled through some of the notifications he had gotten while he was on call.

But there surely was one message he couldn’t wait to open. He had a few messages from (Y/n). He unlocked his phone, went straight towards his texts and opened the chat between him and (Y/n).

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at his phone as he saw the picture from Chris and (Y/n) in the car. He loved that his son and his girlfriend had such a good bond. Chris had never been good with changes, but something was different when (Y/n) came into both of their lives.

They met at one of Bobby’s and Athena’s backyard parties, the one where Buck, her brother, almost died from a blood clot. Maddie and (Y/n) brought Buck over to the Grant-Nash's house, and that’s where he met (Y/n).

He remembered the day like it was yesterday, although it had been three years already.

An even wider smile formed itself onto Eddie’s face as he saw her text message which she sent after the photo. “Going shopping with Chris, be safe ❤️”

Oh how he loved her for saying her standard words whenever he was on shift. Be safe. Everytime when he was on shift and he called her, she’d say that.

It was kind of a good luck wish, (Y/n) knew the consequences of dating a firefighter. He had told her as soon as they became close enough, that one day he might not make it home. But she already knew that from her brother.

But still that was different.

But something told Eddie that she was the reason he’d make it home after every shift.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard of his phone as he thought of the right words to say. He wanted to tell her he was okay, and that he was going to call her as soon as they arrived back at the station.

But as his fingers tapped across the screen to type his message, mid sentence his eyes shot up from his phone.

“Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?” the woman spoke up, trying to get the attention of the man in front of her.

The man in front of her was wearing a black hoodie, with the hood over his head. “You can’t just cut the line like that!” the woman continued as she tried again to get some kind of reaction from the man. But he didn’t give a kick.

The woman turned to the people in the line behind her, “can you believe this?” she asked the other customers behind her. Other customers also shook their heads in agreement, he should get in line just like any other person did.

Eddie watched the entire scene going as he held his phone in his hand.

She turned back to the back of the man. “Hello!” her voice sounded annoyed as she tapped his shoulder. But still, no reaction. “Get to the back of the line, we’re all waiting here!” she said, with a sigh falling off her lips.

And that’s the moment when something inside of the man snapped. He turned around fast, and lost his cool. He reached his right hand out to his back as he fished out a gun that was probably hanging between the rim of his baggy jeans and the skin on his back.

Suddenly Eddie was back in action again. He quickly placed his phone back into his pocket as he crouched down to the floor.

The man started threatening the lady behind him, “Back the fuck up!” he groaned as he held the gun next to his head, pointing at the woman. Intimidating, he walked straight towards the woman. While different reactions came from the customers. Some gasped, others screamed, and a few didn’t know how to react.

He walked towards the woman until she tripped over her own feet and fell on her bum. He stopped for a few seconds and just aimed the gun at the woman. She was terrified, she squeezed her eyes closed as she waited for the man to pull the trigger, accepting her faith.

He just smiled at her, like a psychopath. And then he turned on his heels and pointed the gun at the cashier behind the counter. “You!” He yelled as he walked back to the counter. “Give me everything you got!” He shouted as he motioned with his gun towards the money tray.

The cashier behind the counter looked at the man, and froze. His eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost, or maybe ten ghosts.

“Come on! Hurry up!” He said with an annoyed tone overruling his voice when the man behind the counter didn’t move fast enough for him.

The line behind him, including the woman, was gone like it vanished into thin air.

Eddie felt the adrenaline rushing through his body as he watched the entire scene in front of him. He couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

But he also couldn’t just stand up and run towards the man, tackling him. He needed a plan, and he needed it now. Especially because his back was faced towards Eddie.

Eddie used the adrenaline in his body and turned it into courage so he could sneak his way towards the robber. Eddie didn’t have any weapons, he wasn’t a police officer. The only thing he got was a radio, which he couldn’t use, he couldn’t risk radioing his team or dispatch, what if the guy heard? Because if he did Eddie would put everybody in the store in danger. And maybe turn this robbery into a hostage situation.

Eddie was still crouched down as low as he could, as he slowly and quietly moved towards the robber. He could hear nervous whimpers all around him, but he didn’t let that stop him. Eddie moved closer, and closer, slow, but not too slow and silent. He prayed for his shoes to not start squeaking against the floor of the shop.

A few feet before Eddie reached the robber he stopped, if he did two steps now he’d be in handreach for him. He needed to act swiftly. Eddie quickly stood straight, and placed his left arm around the robber’s neck as he yanked the right arm with the gun with full force onto the desk of the shop.

The cashier let out a scream as he ducked down to the ground and hid behind the desk.

The robber let out a groan as his arm hit the desk. But before he could let go of the gun, the robber yanked the back of his head against Eddie’s face. He probably broke Eddie’s nose with that move, but Eddie wasn’t going to let that stop him.

The man turned around and so did his still armed hand. But he couldn’t even point the gun straight at Eddie as he locked his left hand around the gun and his right hand around the guy’s wrist. Eddie moves the gun away from his face, and snaps his arms as low as possible, in the hope he’d let go.

And he did.

Eddie had the gun in his hands now. He did it. He disarmed the guy. Eddie didn’t think for a second as he pointed the gun at the robber. As he placed his left hand onto the radio that was attached to his chest and kept the robber at gunpoint. “Dispatch, this is firefighter Diaz. There was an armed robbery at The Daily Grind-” Eddie called in.

But just as he was mid sentence, a blow hit his shoulder. It felt like he was being pushed by something invisible. But then a roaring pain spread itself through his shoulder. Eddie dropped the arm in which he held the gun, holding the man at gunpoint. And dropped the gun to the floor.

With the hand that was just on his radio, he pushed down on the throbbing pain in his shoulder. Eddie took a look at his shoulder as he took his hand off the pain But when he saw the darker shade of blue created on his uniform, which almost looked like a water stain.

But water stains wouldn't hurt that much.

He took a look at the inside of his hand, and then he realized: it's completely red. He had been shot.

That’s when the pain got worse, and worse. Eddie looked up from his hand, at the guy he was facing. But he was gone. Along with the gun that Eddie dropped to the ground.

It looked like Eddie was zoning out. He was looking right through everybody, as if no one existed. He could hear some dull voices from the customers that were still in the shop on the back of his mind.

He lost balance in his feet as his body tumbled to the ground and hit the floor.

It felt like minutes, maybe even hours that he was lying there on the ground. Customers started to surround him, trying to help. “Someone call 9-1-1!” someone called out. But just as they did, the rest of the 118 entered the coffee shop.

“Eddie! Eddie! Hey!” Buck called out as he bursted through the door and ran from the entrance towards Eddie’s body. Buck dropped down to his knees on Eddie’s left side, and patted his hand against one of his cheeks.

“Oh god..” Hen mumbled as she took in the sight of one of her colleagues, down on the ground, with a gunshot wound through his shoulder. Bobby wasn’t on the rig, which means she was the interim captain on scene right now.

“Bring me my bag!” Chimney called out at the rest of the team, as one of them nodded and ran towards the truck. “Eddie? Can you hear me?” Buck asked as Chimney kneeled down on the other side and checked the wound, to see if the bullet was still in his shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got a through and through!” Chimney concluded.

Hen on the other hand was calling Dispatch through the radio, trying to get an ambulance to their location. “Copy that 118, an ambulance is on its way. Ten minutes out.” the dispatcher responded.

Buck looked over his shoulder at their interim captain. “Hen, he doesn't have ten minutes.” Buck said as he looked Hen in the eyes. She knew Buck was right. Every second they stayed there, he’d lose more and more blood, even though Chimney put enough pressure on it with the gauze.

They were asking for time they didn’t have.

For a second Hen was cracking her brain, really. They needed to get their colleague, they saw more as a brother, to the hospital as soon as possible. Hen sighed, “Get him in the rig” she commanded.

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Wish I was there.. I’ll call you as soon-

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“Thirty year old male, GSW to the upper torso, through and through.” Hen called out as she, Buck, Chimney and Mckenzie helped lift Eddie from the backseat of the fire engine to the gurney the nurses and doctor placed next to the rig.

“Pulse is weak” a male nurse called out as soon as they had placed Eddie onto the gurney. “Trauma bay two, let’s set up for a thoracotomy!” The female nurse ordered as they pushed Eddie away on the gurney from his team.

Buck just stared at the nurses that surrounded the gurney as they ran as fast as they could towards the ER.

A thousand questions were running through Buck’s mind at the moment, and he couldn’t do anything other than just watching them wheel Eddie away. A hand fell onto his shoulder as he felt himself slip away from reality.

He looked to his left as he saw Hen’s hand being placed onto his shoulder, she tried to give him some kind of smile, but she couldn’t. She had seen lots of gunshot wounds, but it never happened to someone she was so close with.

“Did somebody call Bobby?” Chimney asked as he looked at both of the firefighters. Hen nodded, with her hand still on Buck’s shoulder. “He’s on his way..” she said softly.

“W-what about (Y/n)? I should call her.. right?” Buck said as he finally took his mind off Eddie, but remembered that they had to call Buck’s sister, Eddie’s girlfriend, about what happened. Buck looked at Hen and Chimney, asking if he should be the one doing it.

“Buck..-” Hen said, but stopped as soon as Buck interrupted her words. “I’m going to call her” he said, and fished his phone from his pocket as he started trembling. His hands were shaking as he was holding the phone in his hands.

“Buck..” Hen sighed as she placed her hands onto his, trying to reassure him, calm him down. “You shouldn’t be the one calling your sister.” she said as she pushed his hands down, to stop him from doing anything on his phone.

Buck turned towards Hen, so he was standing across from her instead of on her side. “B-but it’s my sister.” he stumbled, as he looked at Hen, “It’s her b-boyfriend who got shot.” he added as Hen could sense that Buck was on the edge of a breakdown, his voice was trembling along with his hands, and his eyes were looking lost.

“Exactly Buck. You’re too personally involved, that’s why you shouldn’t be the one telling her this news. But the captain should.” She tried to explain to Buck.

But Buck didn’t get it. They were all too personally involved. They were practically family, not by blood, but Buck saw Hen like his older sister, Eddie and Chim like his brothers. “Seriously? Too personally involved? We’re all too personally involved! I..- You’ve got to be kidding me. Hen..-” He stumbled as he couldn’t get his mind around it.

“I’m not asking Buck.” Hen cut Buck off as she folded her arms. “Hen..” Buck said as he couldn’t believe Hen was telling him off. Hen held up a flat hand as a sign for Buck to stop. “No.” she said, ”I’m not asking, i'm telling you. Not as your friend, but as your captain.” she continued.

Buck looked down to the ground, avoiding his interim captain’s eyes. Looking like some puppy who didn’t know what he did wrong.

“Now.. give me your phone.” she said as she gave them a few moments to let the moment sink in. Buck looked up from the ground, his eyebrows furrowed, as a confused “Why?” left his mouth.

“Because, I need to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Hen moved one hand from the folded position and held it towards Buck, waiting for him to place the phone in it. He let out a scoff, she wasn’t serious.. right?

“Come on” she said as she moved her fingers towards her, making a motion to tell Buck to give her the phone. A small laugh left his mouth as he shook his head in disapproval. “You know what? Fine.” he said as he placed the phone in her hand and a deep sigh rolled off his lips.

“Thank you, you’ll get it back when I’m done. Okay?” Hen said softly as she placed the phone in her pocket and fished her own phone from the other pocket. “Now, I’m going to call (Y/n). In the meanwhile, go to the waiting area and get some coffee. We’re going to need that.” Hen said as she switched looks between Chimney and Buck.

Chimney and Buck just simply nodded and they made their way towards the entrance of the ER. “Oh and Buck..” Hen said as they made like four to five steps from where Hen was standing. Buck looked over his shoulder as he stopped in his tracks.

”Please, don’t do anything stupid.”

______

(Y/n) opened the driver's side door and stepped out of the car. “You good Chris?” (Y/n) asked as she walked towards the backseat and opened the door to get some bags out. “Yeah I got it” Chis said as he hopped out of the car and closed the door behind him. 

“Good buddy” she smiled as Chris made his way towards the front door and she clicked the car keys to lock her car. She fumbled a little with her keys while she was holding the bags in her hands, but managed to get the front door key and unlock the door. 

The front door swung open as Chris happily walked inside and (Y/n) closed the front door behind her with a smooth, soft kick with her foot. 

(Y/n) smiled as she saw Chris walking down the hall towards his room instantly. (Y/n) made her way towards the kitchen, “Chris! Will you come help me unpack the groceries?” (Y/n) asked as she placed the two bags on the table in the kitchen. 

“In a minute!” he answered as her phone started to vibrate in her back pocket. She laughed as she shook her head and fished her phone from her back pocket. She let her eyes read the text to see who was calling her. 

Hen Wilson

Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the name. Hen? Why was she calling (Y/n)? Yes she had Hen’s phone number, and Hen had (Y/n)’s. But they never actually used it. Normally if there was some kind of party, invitations would go via Eddie or her older brother Buck. 

(Y/n) clicked the green button as she placed the phone to her ear. “This is (Y/n)” she said as she answered the call. “Hey (Y/n), It’s Hen.” Hen said on the other side of the phone. “Hey Hen” she greeted her as she was completely sure she was talking with Hen. 

(Y/n) was slowly starting to unpack the groceries from the bag, and placing them on the table. With her right hand holding her phone, she used her left hand to unpack the bags.

“I need to tell you something..” Hen sighed, she could feel a lump in her throat as she tried to start her story. How was she going to tell this woman that her boyfriend had been shot and was now in surgery? 

“Uhm.. okay?” (Y/n) stumbled confused as her eyebrows furrowed. Something about this entire conversation felt off. The way Hen was talking, told (Y/n) she was struggling. (Y/n) stopped unpacking the bags as she placed her free hand onto the table. 

“(Y/n) something happened with Eddie on shift today...” Hen began, “There’s really no easy way of telling you this..” she continued as she was still looking for the right words, but the silences between the sentences made (Y/n) anxious. 

“Hen.. you’re starting to freak me out. What’s going on?” (Y/n) said as she waited for Hen to speak up again. But there was a longer silence. “Hen?” (Y/n)’s voice sounded through the phone. 

There was another moment of silence. 

Then a deep shaky inhale broke the silence, “(Y/n).. he got shot.” Hen sobbed as she tried to keep herself together while she was on the phone. 

“What?” The word just fell from her lips. She wasn’t even aware of what she was saying. But suddenly it was like her entire world had stopped. 

“Eddie was out, getting coffee for the team. We heard from customers that he tried to stop a robber, and he managed to do that.. But there was another one who shot him.” Hen said, Hen’s voice was there.. but it wasn’t like any of her words were being received by her brain. 

“We got him to Presbyterian hospital as fast as we could.” She continued, it was like (Y/n) was completely under water, while Hen was still talking to her. Her voice was full and she couldn’t make anything out of what she was saying. 

Her eyes were starting to zone out. She was staring into the distance. 

The line was deadly silent. Hen wasn’t even sure if (Y/n) was still there on the phone with her. “(Y/n)? Are you okay?” The interim captain asked. 

(Y/n) let go of the dining table as she placed her hand onto the wall, across from the kitchen counter, to steady herself. “Thanks for calling me Hen..” she stumbled, with difficulty. 

“(Y/n)-” Hen’s voice was audible as (Y/n) dropped the phone from her ear and clicked the off button, making the connection between the two phones disconnected.

She didn’t even notice she dropped the phone from her hand, down onto the ground. Something didn't feel quite right. 

“I’m here, how can I help?” Chris’ voice sounded through the kitchen. He entered the kitchen as he looked around, nobody was at the counter, putting the groceries away. 

With his palms placed on the doorframe, he scanned the room. Until his eyes fell onto (Y/n) who was standing with her back faced towards the door where Chris was standing. 

“(Y/n)?” He called her name multiple times. But she wouldn’t answer him. Chris walked forward, until he was within hand reach. Hoping she would hear him now. 

“W-wh-at?” She stumbled quietly, what sounded more like a mumble. And she turned on her heels to face Chris. “Are you okay?” He asked, confused as she tried to avoid his gaze and started to pull the collar of her shirt. 

Her hand went from her collar towards her forehead, touching it briefly as her hand was trembling. She walked back, towards the backdoor.

A few feet in front of the back door she stopped, as she placed her hand on the wall again. Her other hand was placed onto her chest as she pushed her back against the wall and let herself slide down the wall until her bum hit the ground. 

Her breathing became more rapid each time she took a breath. Her lungs were burning, it felt like she had run for hours and she didn’t know how to stop. She held her hand onto her chest, hoping it would help her to slow her heartbeat down somehow. 

“(Y/n)?” Chris asked as he watched her in that state. He knew something was wrong, and his dad taught him that if something was wrong, he needed to call him. 

Christopher got as fast as he could to the landline phone as he held the phone to his ear and he started to dial Eddie’s phone. “Hey this is Edd-“ his voice spoke over the phone. 

It was his voicemail.

Chris didn’t have time to leave him a message, he needed an adult who could help (Y/n). So he called the second best person who he’d trust. Christopher waited for the phone to ring, it didn’t take long or he answered the phone. 

-

With his head leaning on his hands, his elbows pressing too hard into his thighs, he stared at the space between the two legs as his feet tapped softly against the concrete. Every second that ticked by felt like an hour, maybe even a day or a week. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. His sweaty hands moved from his face to the back of his neck as he tried to keep his cool.

His eyes shot up as he felt the back of Chimney’s hand slapping his arm. Buck didn’t even realize what was happening, and was standing on both his legs, watching Hen entering the room through the two sliding doors of the ER. 

Buck placed one hand on his own thigh and wiped the remaining sweat of his hand, against the fabric of his uniform. His stomach turned at the sight of Hen, her head facing down to the concrete ground. 

Hen stopped as she was close enough to the two firefighters. “And..?” Chimney asked, “W-what did she say?” Buck asked then right after him. A sigh rolled off Hen’s lips as she looked between Chimney and Buck. “I didn’t get much of a reaction, she only asked me “what?” and then basically when I explained what happened, it was completely silent. She did cut me off though.” Hen told the two. 

Buck could read off Hen’s face that she was having a hard time with telling his sister the news. “She’s probably shocked about the news.” Buck tried to talk things right. It wasn’t like her, cutting off a conversation. 

“Yeah, I guess so..” Hen mumbled as she reached for the second phone she had in her pocket, the one that belonged to Buck. “Here..” she continued as she fished out the phone from her back pocket and held it out to Buck. Silently, Buck accepted the phone from Hen. 

“So.. what now?” Chimney asked to no one in particular. Hen shook her head as she tried to come up with some sort of plan. “Well, the engine is out of service.. We need to reach Bobby. We’ve been way too long on a coffee run.” she said. 

“I think he beat you to it.” Chimney then said, and pointed towards the ER entrance. Bobby stepped inside, and the second he did, he spotted the rest of his team. “What the hell happened?” he said with his arms wide. 

The phone, which was still in his hand, started to vibrate and his ringtone sounded through the waiting room. Buck quickly scanned the screen, who was trying to reach him? 

Eddie - Home

Why was his sister calling him with the landline? He didn’t need to think twice, or his thumb swept across the accept icon and he walked towards the sliding doors with his phone against his ear. 

“Hell-” Buck couldn’t finish his sentence as he could hear a young boy’s voice calling his sister’s name. Chris was calling him. Not his sister. 

“Chris?” Buck asked through the phone, ”What’s happening Chris?” he added. It took a few seconds, but he got the attention of the boy. 

“Buck help! Something is wrong with (Y/n)!” he then said loudly through the phone. “Chris? What’s wrong with her?” he asked as he walked back into the ER where the rest of his crew was. 

“I think she’s hurt!” Chris then said, hurt? Hurt how? What the hell was happening on the other side of that phone?  

“Chris, stay on the line with me. Can you tell me what is happening to (Y/n)?” Buck asked as he made a beeline to his crew, the three of them instantly turned around as they heard Buck loudly talk to Chris on the phone. 

Buck turned the phone away from his face so Chris wouldn’t catch any of this conversation. “Bobby, I need the keys to the BC car” he said, he didn’t even make it sound like a question. Bobby furrowed his eyebrows. “Something is wrong, with (y/n). It’s an emergency.” he then said. And with that Bobby placed the keys in his hands. 

Buck formed a fist as he pressed the keys into his hand, and made his way outside. “She’s gasping, It’s like she can’t breathe.” Chris tried to explain. His stomach made another turn as he heard Chris saying that. “Stay with her Chris, I’m on my way.” He told the boy, and with those words he stepped in the car and turned on the lights and sirens. 

He needed to get to Eddie’s house as soon as he could, the Battalion chief SUV was luckily way faster than the engine. If he wasn’t driving the battalion chief SUV, he would’ve sure had a few speeding tickets. 

The moment Buck pulled up at Eddie’s home, he drove the car on the driveway, put the car in park, got the keys and jumped out of the vehicle. He sped to the front door as he pushed the planter up that was on the porch, and fished the key from underneath it. 

Eddie told him where he could find one spare key if he needed one in case of an emergency, he did have a spare key to Eddie’s house at home, and Eddie had one of Buck’s. 

Buck placed the key in the lock and turned it, so he opened the door. “Chris?” He breathed heavily. The adrenaline in his body and the sprint from the car towards the door made him lose his own breath. 

He scanned the room, nothing in the living room. He looked to his right, nobody in the hallway for the bedrooms. He took a few steps forward, as he closed the door. His eyes found the little boy standing in the kitchen at the table. 

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?” he asked as he hurried towards the boy and crouched in front of him. “I tried calling her name, but she won’t answer.” he said with a sad tone. That’s when he could hear the gasping. But he needed to talk to Chris first. 

“It’s okay buddy, you did great.” Buck said as he placed his hand onto the boy’s shoulder. “I'm going to help her, okay? Can you go to your room as I try to talk to her?” Buck asked. Chris slowly nodded, Buck stood up again as Chris walked out the kitchen. 

There she was. With her pinned back against the wall, knees to her chest and her head facing down between the space of her knees and chest. Her breathing as if she had run a marathon for miles, mixed with cries.

He knew exactly what this was. A panic attack.

“(Y/n)?” he softly called her name, as he slowly crouched down in front of her. But she didn’t answer, just like Chris told him. “H-hey, hey, it’s okay.” He hushed her as he placed his right hand onto her shoulder, and his left hand on the single hand that was curled around her legs. 

When his skin connected with his sisters’, she looked up. Her eyes filled with panic as the other hand on her chest was pressed onto her skin. But she wasn’t looking at him, it was like she was looking right through him like he was some kind of ghost. 

“(Y/n)? Hey, hey, deep breaths okay?” Buck said as he tried to get the attention of his sister to turn to him. Her eyes focussed on her brother who was crouched down right in front of him. “You breathe in..” Buck continued as he tried to guide her through the breathing exercise he was doing. 

“And hold…” he added as she tried to do what Buck was telling her to do. “And out..” he said as he let out a breath with those words. But no matter how often they did those exercises, (Y/n) her breathing wouldn’t slow down. 

“N-not w-work-” she stumbled as she tried to make a full sentence. He knew she was right. He had to come up with a new idea to help her get her mind off the fact that she knew her boyfriend was shot. 

Buck looked back, over his shoulder, searching for something; he didn’t even know what he was searching for. His eyes scanned the room as he held his hand on her shoulder and the other one on (Y/n)’s hand. Until his eyes fell on the dining table which was still filled with groceries.

“Hey, Eddie told me you needed to go to the grocery store.” he started. You may think, what the hell, this isn’t the time to do groceries. But this was worth a shot. Her eyebrows started to furrow slightly a bit, as she heard him asking that question. 

“Tell me your list, what did you need at the store?” he continued as he tried to convince her to tell him her list. But again, she couldn’t answer. But she did hear him this time. 

“Come on, I know you made a list up here..” he said as he tapped his skull. He knew she always made lists for everything, she did it when she was younger and after all those years, she had never stopped doing that. 

“Okay, let’s start at the beginning of the store. You’re walking through those doors, we enter the fruit and vegetables area. What are you getting?” he asks her as he tries to help her visualize the grocery store in her mind. 

“Um..” she stumbled as she tried to remember what was on her list, and visualize the store in her mind. “To-” she stopped as she pressed her eyes closed and groaned for a second. “To-tomatoes” she then stuttered. “Great for pasta sauces and salads, okay what do you need more?” he said. 

“Um” she said as she kept her eyes on her brother and searched for the right products in her mind. “A-apples” (Y/n) continued, “For Chris’ his lunch.” Buck said as slowly a small smile appeared on his face. 

It was working. 

“And, uhm.. cauliflower” she added to her list. "Of course, your favorite. Can’t forget that one.” he chuckled softly. “Okay now.. tell me how bad of a chef I am.” Buck went on. He had her breathing normally, now he wanted her to smile. Just a small one. 

“Come on, I know you want to.” he told her, a small laugh left her mouth. “Remember the time when I almost burned down the house because I left some foil in the microwave?” he then said. Trying to use one of his stupid stunts as a recourse to get his sister’s mind off Eddie. 

Another laugh rolled off her lips as she remembered that moment. (Y/n) let out a breath again. She was no longer hyperventilating, the pressure on her chest had left her body and the tears weren’t streaming down her face anymore. 

“There you go..” Buck said then as he rubbed her shoulder with his right hand. He had never helped anyone before through a panic attack. And he surely never had seen this happen with his sister before. 

But he got her back. 

_______

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion, ever since they had gotten the call about Eddie getting out of surgery. The car ride, she was pretty sure Chris was asking Buck questions about Eddie. But she couldn’t catch any of those words as she watched every house, every person walking down the street and every tree passing by.

Not only the car ride felt that way, the moment she walked through those glass sliding doors of the ER, every hug she got from Eddie’s crew, everything they said. Everything was like a haze.

Buck escorted his sister and Chris through the hallway of the hospital, into the elevator. As soon as Buck calmed (Y/n) down, they took things slow. Buck tried to answer all the questions Chris had about everything: about (Y/n), why he wasn’t at work, why his dad didn’t answer his call. All such questions.

But the only thing Buck could say about Eddie was that he had been hurt on the job. That was the easiest way to explain the situation to Christopher. It has been hours, the sun went down, but Eddie finally had gotten out of surgery. That was the most important thing.

(Y/n) fidgeted with her ring on her right index finger with her left hand as they waited for the elevator to get them to the correct level of the hospital. Her mouth let out a sigh as she heard the elevator make a “ding” sound, telling them they had arrived on the right floor.

It was almost like the hallways didn’t stop. There were so many rooms, doors and corners. It was more like a maze than a hallway.

Her brother pointed towards an open hospital room door as they almost reached the correct room. The first thing (Y/n) spotted were the two women in the room, Eddie’s abuela and tia were here. But as soon as the two of them turned their bodies to look over their shoulders, a half awake Eddie was in her vision.

His eyes were barely open, his left hand had an IV in it, there was an oxygen tube underneath his nose and the monitor on the side of his bed was keeping track of his vitals. A weak smile appeared on his face as his son and the woman he loved the most stepped into his hospital room.

Chris happily moves as fast as he can to get to his dad, as (Y/n) just takes one small step into the room. She doesn't know why, but she keeps a distance from him for a second. She wanted Chris to have his moment with his dad, especially after what happened back at home. The moment she scared the living daylight out of Chris by her reaction.

(Y/n) could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she felt her body doing almost the exact same thing as it did earlier that day.

The little boy placed his head lightly on his shoulder, as Eddie placed his hand carefully on the back of his head. “Hey bud” Eddie mumbled as he placed a small kiss on Chris' head. Eddie had his eyes locked on his girl, as he motions with his hand for her to come over.

She hesitates for a second, but eventually she gives in. She made her way towards Eddie, and curled her arms around his body. She could feel the feeling of panic and fear fade away as soon as she felt his arm locked around her body too and she took in his smell.

“I’m okay.. It’s okay..” he whispered as he could feel her arms curling tighter and tighter around his skin instead of loosening. Small sobbing sounds were coming from her mouth as she felt the tears falling down her eyes, onto her cheek and onto his ugly hospital gown.

Eddie’s hand traced slowly and calmly over her back. He placed a kiss on the side of her head as he tried to calm her down.

The others in the room could sense the emotional load that was rushing over the two. Tia motioned with her hand towards the rest of the people in the room, and then pointed to the door. They were going to give the two of them some time alone.

She didn’t want to let go.

Buck briefly placed his hand onto his sister's shoulder as he made his way out of the room together with Chris, Eddie’s tia and abuela. Eddie was sure he could hear Chris ask Buck a quiet “Why are we leaving?”. But he knew Buck could handle this.

After a few moments (Y/n) loosened her grip on the hug, she let go of Eddie and sat down in the chair next to his bed. She wipes her left hand slowly but carefully underneath her eyes to get rid of the tears, as Eddie held her right hand and his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand.

“Mi amor.. are you okay? You seem.. absent." he asks, as he keeps his eyes on (Y/n). Her eyes were locked on their hands, as a sigh rolled off her lips.

She tried to suppress her emotions as she pressed her lips together. He could practically guess the answer to that question, but he needed to hear it from her.

“No” she whispered as she turned her head away, trying to avoid his gaze. “I’m so sorry” her trembling voice continued.

Eddie's eyebrows furrowed at the words that came out of her mouth. What was she sorry for? Why was she apologizing? She didn’t do anything?

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked as he tried his best to let the words come out easily and keep his eyes open from the anesthesia.

“When Hen called me, telling me what happened to you, it was like my whole world stopped.” She said as she found the courage to tell him what happened.

Eddie stayed silent as he held her hand even tighter.

“I felt like I was dying, I couldn’t control my breathing and my heart..-“ she stopped as she pressed her free hand onto her chest. “I-it felt like a heart attack” she said.

“A-a panic attack” Eddie concluded. Of course he tried to match the symptoms with the right diagnosis. She nodded slowly.

“I think I scared him, Eddie. He came into the kitchen when it happened.” she explains and looks down to the floor. “I’m so sorry” she cried.

Eddie couldn’t do anything since he was hooked up to the monitors and tubes. “It’s not your fault mi amor ” he said weakly, looking to his side, as he watched her in the chair next to his bed.

“It was a human reaction, you couldn't have known that you would’ve reacted like that.” He told her as he squeezed her hand, making her look at him now. “And for all it's worth.. I think you’re going to be a great mom one day.” he added.

She still looked sad. She still felt bad for the way she reacted, and scared the living daylight out of Eddie’s son. The fact that her brother had to come over and help her calm down again, made her feel like a little kid again.

“Come here” he said as it went silent for a bit and let go of her hand.

He could sense that she’s still worried about it. The confusion was visible on her entire face, questioning if it was right what she heard her boyfriend say.

Eddie moved slowly a little more to the other side as he made more space and patted his hand on the mattress. “Come on” he said as he connected his eyes with hers.

“Eddie.. I don’t want to hurt you” she whispered as she looked at him with some kind of puppy eyes. “You won’t” he answered.

“Eddie-“ she wanted to tell him this wasn’t a good idea, it was better for her to stay in the chair or go home with Chris. “Just get in the bed” he said.

She stood up from her chair as she sat down on the hospital bed and laid down on her side, trying to avoid hurting her boyfriend. (Y/n) placed her head on his chest, trying to avoid putting too much pressure on his skin.

Eddie’s fingers slowly traced up and down on her skin, and switched between making little drawings and little lines. (Y/n) could hear Eddie’s heartbeat, which made the anxiety in her body go away.

They just laid there. For minutes, maybe even hours. It didn’t matter. There were probably people waiting, wanting to see Eddie. But at this moment, he had one mission, and that was being there for his girlfriend.

“Marry me” he broke the silence, the words just left Eddie’s lips like a whisper, not wanting to be too loud in the silence they experienced for minutes. He felt the weight on his skin become lighter.

She heard him. But he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to hear those words.

(Y/n) placed her hand onto his chest as she pushed her body up for a bit, to make eye contact with him, looking at him as if he was speaking Chinese.

“When I get out of here. Will you marry me?” He then asked again, but this time with more certainty in his voice.

He wanted this, whatever he was feeling, besides the morphine and anesthesia, to be forever.

A frown popped up on her face. “Eddie, on a scale from one to ten, how high are you on pain meds right now?” she asked him dead serious.

“Probably a twelve..” he said weakly as he tried to keep his eyes connected with hers. She chuckled for a second. “I’m sure this is the pain meds talking” she answered.

“No, I’m serious. Marry me.” He then said again, more determined than ever. “Ed-” but she got cut off by him. “(Y/n) I’m not joking. I want you to be in my life, in Chris’ life. I want to call you my wife.” He just blurted out.

A smile appeared on her face, “Are you serious?” she asked, she needed a double check. “Dead serious.” He then answered.

She placed her chin onto her hand that was still on his chest and sighed. “Then, I’d be honored to call you my future husband.” She smiled, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Te amo..” he mumbled as he felt her warm hand on his cheek and smiled at the touch.

[avogadrostoast6022]

In honor of canonically bi Buck

(This is slightly rushed, but I wanted to celebrate my boy)

[buckaroo627]

Ryan and Oliver: trust between and they matter

What we see is the trust between them.

[perfectlysunny02]

me: *has a terrible week*

also me: *sees eddie diaz*

me: you know, i'm okay. it aint that serious lmfaooo

[911whatsyourbuck]

guys i don’t think i can make it to thursday

[wsqiling]

┈─★ Buddie --- Shrike . Hozier

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