#out of pocket eddie diaz

[mischiefbuckley]

STILL CAN’T GET OVER EDDIE BEING THE ONE TO COME UP WITH THE COSTUME IDEA OF CROCKETT AND TUBBS LIKE THAT MAN IS SOMETHING ELSE WHEN IT COMES TO SUPPORTING BUCK

[sterekorgtfo]

Eddie, at Tommys front door dropping Evan off at Tommy’s house: Alright champ, you have a good date night. Go get that dick!

Eddie: (slaps Bucks ass)

Tommy: 👁️👄👁️

Buck: Thanks, Eddie! 😊 (Heads inside after kissing Tommys cheek.)

Tommy: Can I have a word with you, Eddie?

Eddie: You don’t gotta worry about a thing, Tommy. That hole is waxed, cleaned, bleached, and pristine. I did an outstanding job of I say so myself.

Tommy: I’m sorry. You waxed and bleached my boyfriend’s asshole?

Eddie: Yup! Even prepped it a little for ya too. 😉

Tommy: WHAT do you mean by that?

Eddie: 😉

Eddie: Anyways you have fun, Tommy. If he’s walking normally tomorrow, we’re gunna have words! Have a good night, man! (Leaves.)

Tommy: Babe, I’m very concerned about your closeness with Eddie. What does he mean by he ‘prepped you’?

Buck: You know after he waxed and bleached my butt for you, which saved me like $120 by the way, he just kind of gave me like, one finger.

Tommy:

Buck: Two fingers, mostly. Maybe a third finger.

Tommy:

Buck: And like one lick.

Tommy: 👁️👄👁️

Buck: One singular…

Buck: …Like, 5 minute lick.

Tommy: 😤

Tommy: I think we need to set some boundaries with Eddie.

Buck: He said he’d spruce up your hole too!

Tommy:

Tommy:

Tommy: For free? He got all the stuff already?

Buck: (nods)

Tommy:

Tommy: I’ll think on it.

[mazzystar24]

Okay but why am I seeing no one talk abt the fact that Athena was saying HE when talking abt the serial killer and whoever took Maddie is a woman??

Like I had to rewatch cos when I mentioned it to Sarah she didn’t get it but I spotted it off the bat

[mybelovedghost-andme]

#notmyeddie

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

...I mean

[buckleyanddiaz]

tell me it's not peak romance and domestic family time where you pick up your husband for a surprise evening, show him off to your friends and watch him win their pockets out, and then drop your kid off with him later so they can bake cookies for school. and you'll eat your hard-won steak together for dinner because your guy deserves to be praised again and your son is excited to be his sous chef. Eddie Diaz, your planning game is unmatched.

[megalony]

I'll Take Care Of Her

This is a new Doctor! Eddie Diaz imagine based on a lovely request, I'm sorry it took me so long to write this for you. I hope you will all like it.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: Both Eddie and (Y/n) work in the hospital, but while Eddie is in surgery, a patient down in the ER attacks (Y/n). And the staff have to go and find her husband quick.

Enjoy.

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A rush of adrenaline sparked through (Y/n)'s stomach when a pair of arms deadlocked around her waist. Shivers coursed up and down her spine at the feeling of a chin pressing down on her shoulder and a familiar chest gluing against her back.

Her head twisted to the left and she pressed a quick kiss to her husband's temple, reaching her hands down to squeeze his wrists.

She loved the way he grinned and meshed his lips into the side of her neck, softly kissing her skin even though they were in the middle of the cafe. The feeling of Eddie's fingers squeezing her hips made her want to melt into a puddle. And she loved the body heat radiating off of him making her feel warm and fuzzy.

"Want a coffee?" She nudged her lips against his temple and began walking closer to the till, feeling him murmur 'please' into her neck.

Eddie kept his chest pressed up into her back and unhooked one hand from (Y/n)'s hip to grab one of the sandwiches from the fridge beside them.

He wasn't sure how long this break was going to last before he was summoned back into work, and Eddie didn't want to go back without eating something first. And he had a funny feeling that his wife hadn't eaten anything yet either so he knew sharing some food would be the best idea for them both.

When (Y/n) grabbed the two coffees the cashier held out, Eddie swiped his card from his pocket and paid before he finally unlatched from (Y/n). He wove his right arm around her waist and tugged her into his side with his lips attached to the back of her head and the sandwich in his left hand.

He followed (Y/n) towards a free table near the window and once she sat down, he wedged into the booth alongside her.

Once they were both sat down, (Y/n) leaned her head on Eddie's shoulder and tucked herself under his arm like he was a bird and she was taking shelter beneath his wing. She felt his hand gliding up and down her arm and the touch made her smile and she inched closer until one more inch would mean she was sitting on his lap.

"How's your morning going?" Eddie whispered against her hair and took a look around the practically empty dining area.

He hadn't seen (Y/n) since they both arrived at work this morning and parted ways for their respective positions. Eddie had gone upstairs to do routine appointments in the hospital, whereas (Y/n) had been put on the rota for the emergency room for the day. It was always both rewarding and challenging to work the ER.

Eventually he turned his head and took a bite of the sandwich. Lunch breaks weren't very long when they both worked in a hospital and if he didn't eat now, he dreaded to think when he would eventually get to eat.

"You wouldn't believe the kind of people who turned up so far. Oh, and dad brought a patient in too, the guy had a tape worm almost my height."

"Glad I'm not down there with you then."

Eddie would much rather be up with routine patients than dealing with emergencies. Half the people who walked into the emergency room didn't need urgent help and the other half had such strange issues that it scared Eddie to let them leave and fear what they would get up to when they went back home.

And Eddie knew his father-in-law was always one to deal with 'special cases' as they came to call them.

Bobby worked for the fire department and as such, he was always bringing people down to the emergency room. Which meant that (Y/n) often got to see her dad if she was working down there and she knew he always had fun cases to bring in and dealt with lots of strange things on his shift.

And it was usually (Y/n) who dealt with the cases her dad brought in. His team's motto and rules were that once they brought someone down to the hospital, they left them at the doors. No check-ins, no follow ups to see how they were doing, just leave them to the doctors. They got handed over to (Y/n) and Eddie.

Eddie leaned back in his seat and when he looked down at (Y/n), he nudged the other half of the sandwich over to her.

"Eat something now while you have the chance."

The look in his eyes made (Y/n) relent and take the sandwich, a grateful smile on her lips as she mixed some sugar into her coffee. Their respective jobs at the hospital were far from easy and when they were busy, it was hard to take a lunch break or a ten minute breather to go and get a drink. But while they were here together, Eddie would prefer if (Y/n) ate something, then at least he would know she would be alright if she got busy down in the ER. He didn't want her wearing herself thin.

"Do you think if I hid out here, anyone would notice?" She was only joking and they both knew it, but it was such a tempting thought.

To just sit here in the cafe and hide out for a while, take a proper break that they both deserved rathe than a few minutes to choke down a boiling hot drink and eat half a sandwich.

"Afraid so, baby. Don't worry, if I need a nurse for a consult I'll page you."

"Thank you,"

Eddie had paged for (Y/n) quite a few times when he had to have a nurse present in a consult to check a patient. It stole her away for a little while and got her out of the emergency room and all the hustle and bustle.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) leaned further into Eddie's side and looped her arm around his middle. She would prolongue lunch as much as she could and scrape together as much time with her husband as possible before she had to go back to the team.

But it was comforting to think that if the emergency room got too much, she could head up to Eddie's office for a while.

Sitting down made (Y/n) feel tired enough that if she closed her eyes, she feared she would fall asleep. She was fine until she stopped moving and actually sat down, that was when the lack of energy hit her like a truck and knocked her back. And right now she felt like they were at home, curled up on the sofa together.

It was nice to feel Eddie's hand gliding up and down her arm while they both sipped their coffees.

Eddie closed his eyes for a few moments, but he groaned when he felt his pager vibrating and beeping on his belt. He knew it was too good to be true. Five minutes with his wife was all he was going to get. He was supposed to have a good twenty minutes for his lunch break, but clearly that wasn't going to happen today.

He leaned into (Y/n) and set his cup down so he could grab his pager and see what he was being called for. He was supposed to be on consultations today, but Eddie was always on standby. If there was an emergency, he would hand his cases down to a GP and head off wherever he was needed.

*Emergency appendectomy OR 6.

"Great. I'm gonna be in surgery for the next few hours." He twisted the pager in (Y/n)'s direction before he slotted it back on his belt. "If I don't catch you before we finish, just wait in my office for me."

They usually finished at the same time when their shifts lined up and Eddie would drive them both home. If he didn't see (Y/n) beforehand, he would see her when she came by his office when they both finished.

Their shifts didn't finish late tonight so Buck was getting Chris from school for them and he would drop him off after tea. They knew all of Bobby's team and they were all close, but Buck had become a very close friend to the couple.

"Have fun." (Y/n) sat up straight so she wasn't leaning on Eddie any more and she smiled when his hand cupped her chin and tilted her head back.

She could taste the sugar on his lips from his coffee and his thumb traced her jaw while he leaned into her.

"See you later baby, be careful."

Eddie's words spun round (Y/n)'s head that felt like it was full of air when he finally parted from her lips after stealing all the air from her lungs. His touch lingered on her skin as she watched him down the last of his coffee and weave between the tables.

His white coat flowing in the breeze at his quick descent and (Y/n) knew in half an hour that coat would be traded for a mint green set of scrubs.

With a sigh, (Y/n) downed her own drink, grimacing as it burned the back of her throat and settled heavy in her stomach. She felt a shiver coursing down her spine when she got up and slowly trudged out the cafe. She would head back to the emergency room, but she wasn't in any hurry.

There didn't seem much point in (Y/n) sitting here by herself any longer. She had gotten a small break and she got to spend a tiny portion of her day with her husband. She may as well get back to work now; the quicker she got back, the sooner her shift would finish.

She hoped.

***

(Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair while she finished writing up her notes, leaning against the nurse's station.

She could feel a headache rolling in and she just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. But there was still a few more hours left of her shift until she could go and find Eddie and head home. (Y/n) couldn't wait for next week. She and Eddie had booked the week off and that meant no one could ring either of them and ask for them to cover shifts or be on call.

They would get to be together for the week, the wouldn't have to be up early or home late or knackered from long twelve hour shifts. And they would get to be home with Chris. No swapping shifts and finding people to help watch him until they finished work. They could spend the whole week with him, and they had plans for the seaside and the amusement park.

She could barely contain her relief and excitement at the thought of leaving and heading home with Eddie this afternoon.

With her lower back arched out, (Y/n) leaned her head on her forearm as she finished up writing her notes and slotted the paperwork in the discharge file. It was easier when they got to see and discharge people on the same day rather than send them all over the hospital. Files got easily missed and the computer system didn't always update quick enough.

"(Y/n), did you discharge that last patient?"

Her head snapped to the left and she looked over at the Doctor Ardas. He was in charge of the ER today, and (Y/n) wasn't his biggest fan. He was all for pushing people past their breaking points. He didn't like people taking breaks or taking too long and to say he liked effeciency was an understatement.

"Yeah, she's been sent home."

"Good. Cubicle three needs assessing and bloods, the full works. Go." The way he pointed and wagged his hand in the right direction made (Y/n)'s jaw lock as she scowled.

What did he think she was, a trained puppet?

She didn't have chance to tell him not to be so crude and have some manners before he turned and walked away.

Great.

She thought about turning and skulking off somewhere, Eddie's office was only up on the second floor. She could make a break for it and hide away in there so she didn't have to deal with anymore patients.

(Y/n) had already taken blood samples, sone scratch tests, checked eyesights and set up patients on drips of antibiotics and saline. She had seen three different patients and discharged two of them after her short lunch break and she had barely discharged the last patient. She could use five minutes to just breathe and sit for a moment before she was run ragged again. But this was the job, and she couldn't exactly say no.

Pushing off the desk, (Y/n) clicked her spine into place and walked away from the nurses station to head down the short hall towards the emergency cubicles. Each one was a large room with glass doors and walls, all kept private with blinds and curtains.

When she reached the third cubicle, she grabbed the chart sheet from outside the room before she walked in and shut the door behind her.

Her eyes cast across the chart sheet but she could feel her blood draining down to her toes when she read it over.

(Y/n) wasn't prejudiced or discriminating in any way, she couldn't be in her line of work. But if there was one set of patients she didn't particularly like caring for, it was the ones on drugs. The ones who would become frantic and paranoid and could get vevry crude and snappy.

Sometimes with patients on drugs they were frightened, and (Y/n) could deal with them easier than the ones who got verbally aggressive and lashed out. Especially when they didn't want help, yet came to a hospital.

The chart said this patient had been brought in after a collision on the motorway and they suspected he was on drugs. (Y/n) was going to have to take bloods to confirm as well as check him for injuries and get him onto a ward, if necessary.

"Hi Joe, I'm nurse Diaz." She set the chart down and moved over to stand beside the bed.

The man was sat up on the bed, one hand cradling his temple and the other holding the rail like he feared he might fall off the bed.

"Can I take a look at you?"

When he didn't respond, (Y/n) leaned over and tried to move her hands towards his face so she could get him to look at her. He had a large gash on the side of his temple that needed attending to.

He didn't seem bothered when, after putting on gloves and getting some cotton swabs, (Y/n) started to clean the wound on his temple. His eyes constantly darted from his lap up to look at (Y/n) and then went back down to his hands that were now fiddling on his lap. He was shaking his hands and curling his fingers like he was losing sensation in his hands, but (Y/n) guessed it was because he was high and packed with adrenaline.

It didn't take long to clean his temple and (Y/n) determined he didn't need any stitches or glue, it would heal up just fine on its own.

But the way he looked up at her and suddenly had a smirk playing on his lips made (Y/n) wonder if he hadn't exactly noticed or looked at her earlier. He was staring at her now like he had only just took a proper look at her and seen the kind smile on her features.

"You're pretty." His voice was almost as sleezy as the smile on his face and he reached out to try and either touch her cheek or cup her face, (Y/n) couldn't be sure. But either way, she leaned just out of his reach.

"Thank you. Can I set you up on the monitor?" She pointed to the ECG machine in the corner and grabbed the clips that would need to be attached to his chest, but he didn't reply.

This time, when (Y/n) leaned over him and tried to motion to his chest, he seemed to come to life. His arm flung out and whacked her wrist, sending her arm jolting down to the side and causing a dull sensation to sting towards her elbow.

So he didn't want the monitors on.

(Y/n) took a deep breath and put them down. He wasn't about to go into cardiac arrest and he had refused, she couldn't force him to wear the monitors.

"Head up for me please." She swiped the flashlight from her top pocket and leaned in front of him so she could check his eyes.

He grunted and pulled back when (Y/n) lifted his eyelid and shone the light over his pupils. They were blown wide and not reacting as good to light changes. His nose scrunched and he huffed when (Y/n) grabbed a stethoscope and listened to his breathing and his heart, but he didn't hit her away this time.

"Have you taken anything today? Medication, narcotics, any drinking?" She jotted a few notes down on his chart but she was dismayed to see him snarling at her like she had insulted him.

"Nar-whats?"

"Non-prescription drugs, Joe." Using his name might make him calm down and feel listened to; at least that was the hope. It might also make him feel like (Y/n) was treating him as a person and not just as a patient, another casualty being brought through.

"If I s-say yes, will you arrest me?" He had a teasing manner to his voice and leaned forward towards her.

"I'm a nurse, not a police officer. I just want to help, if you tell me what you took I can make sure you don't have any adverse reactions and that you haven't overdosed."

He muttered "Nothing." beneath his breath, but (Y/n) wasn't sure if he was simply disagreeing with her or telling her he hadn't taken anything like that today. Not that she was inclined to believe him anyway.

(Y/n) may not be a police officer, but her step-mum was. She wouldn't arrest Joe, she would only treat him. Once he was on a ward and sorted out, then (Y/n) would inform her step-mum who would probably be the one to come down here and arrest him. But Joe didn't need to know that yet.

"I need to take a blood sample now, it might be uncomfortable but it won't take long."

(Y/n) moved over to the small unit in the corner of the room and got what she needed to take some bloods. That would tell them what Joe had been taking today to bring him here and if he was on drugs, it would be used against him for driving under the influence.

She pulled the small stool over towards the bed and sat down, laying the items down in a dish on the side table.

His left arm was closest to her and (Y/n) tried to be tender and careful when she pulled the plastic strap around his bicep to cut off his circulation. The action made him grunt again and he looked down at her with a raised brow and confusion plastered on his face.

"What're you doing?"

"I need to take some bloods." She got the needle ready and poised at the crease of Joe's elbow, but the moment she tried to slide it into his vein, he came alive.

His hand slapped into her shoulder and his other hand reached around to try and grab her. His fingers narrowly missed her head, clawing at a few strands of hair as (Y/n) scuffled back on the stool to be out of reach.

"You're not injecting me with anything." The gritty tone to his tempered voice made (Y/n) wince and she tried to hold up the needle with the empty vile attached. There was nothing to inject, she was retrieving a sample not giving one.

"I'm not-"

"Listen, just sign the forms so I can be discharged." He stumbled up onto unsteady feet and advanced over to (Y/n) who hurriedly hopped off the stool.

She had to take his bloods, it was far easier than taking a hair sample to test for drugs in his system and bloods also helped them rule out any infections and check on organ function. He was here to be checked over, he had to let (Y/n) help him.

"Joe, I'm only trying to help. Please sit down and as soon as I'm done, we can get you on an IV. You might have a concussion." He might indeed be concussed, but (Y/n) couldn't discharge him in this state, especially when she didn't know what he had taken and in what quantity.

"I don't wanna be prodded and poked. Sign the damn forms, you can even stay in here with me if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm flattered, but you need your bloods done so we can check you're okay. Let's get them done now, hm?" (Y/n) motioned to the tray and picked up the needle again while she motioned for him to sit down, but he didn't seem to be listening.

Once his eyes locked on the needle in her hand, his lips curled into a snarl and as quick as anything, he grabbed her wrist and bent her hand to the side. The motion was swift and violent enough to make (Y/n)'s hand tremble and she dropped the needle with a cry.

Her free hand grabbed his wrist and she pushed her effort into her arm to try and make him relent. Any second now she was expecting to hear her wrist snap from the brute force he was using.

"Let go." Her hand was trembling when Joe finally relented and released her wrist that was pulsing from lack of blood to her fingers.

She coiled both arms to her chest and looked around the room. If he wasn't going to cooperate then she would have to call for assistance, maybe even security. (Y/n) had had her fair share of tough patients, but the most she dealt with was verbal aggression or the odd shove when she had a panicked patient. This was different; Joe was different.

"You're a tough one." His words made her tremble and she sidestepped towards the end of the bed where the buttons and controls were. She needed to press the call button for help.

A gasp tumbled past her lips and (Y/n) flung her arms out in front of her when Joe suddenly grabbed her hips. His fingers pinched into her skin and he yanked her so forcefully that her feet bent awkwardly beneath her and she stumbled forward into him.

Her whole body went rigid when he tried to kiss her. She agreed with the officer's statement that he was most likely on drugs, but (Y/n) could taste alcohol on his breath too.

As soon as his lips touched hers, her trembling hands shoved at his chest and she writhed from left to right until he let her go and she could stumble back.

It didn't matter if someone was attacking (Y/n), if they hit her, put her in a headlock or tried to kiss her, she couldn't physically attack them back. (Y/n) couldn't kick, punch, hit or grab at a patient. She had been to the training, she vaguely remembered all the techniques to 'calmly and kindly' get out of a bad situation without harming the other person.

It didn't mean that it was easy when she just wanted to slap him and use force to get him away from her. But not at the risk of her job.

"That's- sit down. You can't do that." Her voice was croaky and her chest heaved as she sidestepped to the left towards the door. She didn't want to be in the room with him anymore and (Y/n) didn't need to be. He had tried to assault her, that gave her grounds to leave and she couldn't be forced to care for him any longer.

A high-pitch 'no' tumbled past her lips when a hand was suddenly latched into her hair and her body was propelled backwards. No one had ever grabbed (Y/n) or done anything like this to her before. She had never been in this situation and she didn't imagine she ever would be, either.

Most of the people down in the ER were seeking help, they didn't want to lash out or cause inappropriate situations. They needed help and most of the people (Y/n) treated weren't in any fit state to try anything like this.

"Where'd you think you're going?"

He seemed to try and twist (Y/n) around to face him, but she fought against him, turning her body in the direction of the door, desperate for an escape. And her head stayed twisted away from him as not to give him any satisfaction and show she wasn't agreeing to this situation.

Both (Y/n)'s arms coiled up in front of her but it did no use. She predicted Joe would swoop down and try to kiss her again. She didn't expect him to thrust her to the side and crash her into the bedframe. The beds in the emergency room all had plastic frames with rails around the sides and at the bottom to keep patients stable and secure.

That plastic frame felt like metal when (Y/n)'s forehead collided with it and when Joe slammed into her, the left side of her chest cracked against the bed frame. It knocked all the air from her lungs in the form of a scream and her eyes snapped closed as she felt her body tingling and turning numb.

She crashed to the floor, gasping and trembling through coughs and when her body seemed to come back under her control, (Y/n) could feel a horrible ache pounding in her chest.

Had she broken her ribs? She'd never broken anything other than her fingers before. She didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, but this horrible impaling feeling was close enough.

Her arms were trembling too much and her hands were too numb to try and find the pager on her waist. And she knew she wouldn't have the capability to try and send a message to anyone, not right now. and now she was on the floor, she was out of reach of the emergency buttons at the head of the bed.

Something croaky like a broken whine parted her lips when she felt Joe try to grab her legs. And she realised with utter dismay that he was kneeling over her waist with her thighs trapped between his knees. Pinning her down.

"You're my nurse, aren't you?"

His voice was horrible and gritty and sounded like poison in (Y/n)'s ears and again, she tried to raise her arms above her for protection.

She screamed as loudly as she could, ending in a cough while her legs writhed beneath him, heels scraping against the floor and her hands batted out in front of her when Joe tried to lean down.

He had something in his hand.

(Y/n) screamed again, repeating 'no' and 'help' because she couldn't see what he had grabbed. If it was a needle, she couldn't let him stab her with it. If she got an air bubble in her bloodstream it could kill her, air in the blood caused heart attacks and embolisms. (Y/n) couldn't have him causing that; she could die.

Tears streamed down her face that twisted to the right and she screamed when a sharp burning sensation scraped along the left side of her neck. Quick thorough; it couldn't be a needle he had hurt her with, that would have gone into her skin not sliced against her.

A scalpel. He'd found one on the medical trolley in the corner, that was the only thing sharp in here that he could weaponise.

"Help!"

(Y/n) scraped her heels against the floor, trying in vain to press her feet down and bend her knees to try and give herself some momentum. It didn't work. She couldn't sit up, and she couldn't move Joe off her either. And when the scalpel came within her blurring sight, she tried to reach out for his wrist to keep him at bay.

His hand curled around her already tense, bruised wrist and fought to pin her hand to the floor, earning another scream from (Y/n)'s lips.

Someone had to hear her. Someone had to come to her aid and get this idiot off of her. They had to stop him before he did some real damage or did something unforgiveable because (Y/n) couldn't fend him off on her own.

A sob got stuck in the back of her throat and her vision blurred with more tears as she screamed loud enough to make Joe wince above her and pause, if only for a few seconds.

Would Eddie still be in surgery? Would someone be able to go and get him once someone finally came to (Y/n)'s aid?

She wanted Eddie. She wanted her husband.

For a moment when his hand let go of her bruised wrist, (Y/n) thought maybe he was letting her go. She thought he might be having second thoughts or realising what he was doing in a drug-fuelled rage. But when she saw his hands roaming away from her face and she couldn't see the scalpel anymore, she started to shout.

It took a lot of effort to lift her head from the floor, trying to get her blurring eyes to focus and see what he was doing. She didn't want another injury.

The door flung open and bodies bustled in just as (Y/n) let out a horrific scream when the scalpel imbedded in her waist. The small blade wasn't long enough to imbed into her skin and hit an organ or reach the bone. It would barely cut to the muscle, it was made for skin and light layers of tissue and the blade was as thin as card.

But with enough effort, it plunged at least half an inch deep into (Y/n)'s waist, just above her hip bone.

Something akin to "Fucking nurse!" Blundered past Joe's lips when hands were grappling with his shoulders and at least two doctors and one security man grabbed him.

They dragged him back while a nurse hurried to crouch down beside (Y/n) who all but blacked out when Joe was dragged off of her.

Both her shaking hands moved to plaster against her waist and she coiled her knees up to her abdomen, twisting onto her side. The scalpal was still in Joe's hand. He had yanked it out when the doctors pulled him off her. Thank God it hadn't been a knife and hadn't inflicted a deep wound or (Y/n) would of bled out.

She tried to open her eyes but she could barely see a thing for the spots covering her vision. But she could hear Joe screaming and the thrashing about implied they were trying to pin him to the floor. They would sedate him. (Y/n) knew the drill, she knew a psychotic outburst like this meant they would sedate him and strap his wrists to the bedframe so he couldn't hurt anyone else when he came round.

"(Y/n)? It's okay, let's sit you up so I can take a look at you. Come on."

She recognised that voice, it was Amanda, a fellow nurse. Her hands were warm and cautious when she held onto (Y/n)'s upper arms and tried to get her to sit up. They couldn't help her if she curled up into a ball like this.

(Y/n) trembled back and forth like a leaf when Amanda eased her so she was sitting up, but that was as much help as (Y/n) wanted. She shuffled across the floor until she was cowering against the bedframe, clutching the plastic frame like it was her lifeline. And when Amanda tried to reach out for her again, (Y/n) sobbed and shook her head.

"E-Eddie." She didn't want anyone else's help. She wouldn't let any of them touch her and if they tried she was going to scream.

Amanda sank back on her heels, but she was already nodding and looking across at one of the doctors now that Joe was sedated on the floor. "We need Doctor Diaz down here."

***

"Diaz!"

Eddie couldn't help the sigh that tumbled past his lips and he hung his head down for a moment to try and collect himself.

His hands twitched at his sides, covered in a light layer of powder from the latex gloves he had been wearing for over three hours. He could feel the sheen of sweat trickling down the back of his neck and the way his hair crimped and flopped about his temple, probably flattened like a pancake by now.

With as much of a smile as he could muster, Eddie turned on his heels to see who was calling out to him. He moved his hands to his hips, clutching at the mint green scrubs that felt a little too baggy for him right now. At least he had gotten the scrubs off his shoes, he hated walking in those.

"Hey Jones, you okay?" His smile stayed strong even though his shoulders sagged and he waited to be asked something, it was inevitable. He had only just come out of surgery and already someone had gotten to him before he had the chance to change back into his work clothes.

"I- we have a situation down in the ER-"

"Jones, I'm not being funny but I've been in the OR for what, nearly four hours and I've not even got changed yet. Can't someone else deal with this?"

Was that so much to ask? Was Eddie being too demanding by wanting to have a few minutes to himself before he was dragged from one situation right into another? Why had they collared him? Was it because he had been the closest colleague Jones could find, or had someone sent for him specifically?

"It's your wife," A flash of panic crossed Eddie's face and his hands dropped from his hips while his back straightened out. Now Jones had his full attention. "She had a patient on drugs, he went bezerk and attacked her… he had a scalpel."

"Is she still in the ER?!" Eddie was already sprinting down the hall before Jones could reply.

He heard a faint 'cubicle three' shouted behind him and he waved his hand to signal that he heard the instructions. He slammed his hand against the lift button, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the lift, but it was on the fourth floor and it was taking a long time to get down two levels.

With a grunt, he twisted to the right and aimed for the stairs instead. He had no idea how long ago this incident had happened. (Y/n) could have been hurt up to three hours ago while he had been in surgery. Eddie knew no one would come and get him during surgery unless it was a life or death situation. They would have waited until now to tell him and that meant (Y/n) could have been seen by a colleague or she could have been waiting all this time for Eddie.

He didn't like the thought of either of those options.

He almost skidded twice as he twisted round the corners and bolted down to the ground floor. Panting and breaking out in a cold flush by the time he swiped his badge to enter the ER through the doctor's administration area.

It didn't take long to hurry down the hall, weaving between the cubicles until he found the third one. He knew he must of looked a bit of a sight when he barely knocked on the door before blundering into the room.

He prayed (Y/n) was still in here and he didn't have to go scouting round the hospital to find her.

She was here. Eddie's sights set on her immediately. Surprise washed over his face when he looked around the room which looked twice its usual sight now that there was no bed in the middle of the room. The beds in entire hospital were all moveable so people could be transported quickly and easily. Clearly whoever (Y/n) had been treating in here had been transported out and no one had brought the bed back in yet.

Something snapped inside of Eddie when his eyes locked on his wife. Why had they not moved her out of here? Why was she sat on the floor, curled up like she was a child trying to make herself disappear?

There was (Y/n) in the right corner of the room, pressing herself up against the wall while she stayed as curled up as a little kitten. Eddie recognised the nurse knelt down beside her to be (Y/n)'s friend Amanda. And when he looked to the left, he was a little more than shocked to see one of the security team stood behind the door on the other side of the room to (Y/n).

"Eddie," The relief in Amanda's voice caught Eddie off guard and he headed over to them while Amanda pushed up onto her feet. "She won't let me help."

"I'll take care of her. Both of you, out please." Eddie waved his hand towards the door, trying his best to be polite. He knew his wife. He knew (Y/n) hadn't let Amanda help because she wouldn't want anyone trying to patch her up. And he knew she certainly wouldn't want them standing and observing while Eddie tried to help her either.

Amanda seemed to understand because she didn't look at all put-out or upset. She nodded and led the way out, followed closely by the member of security who nodded in Eddie's direction before leaving, closing the door firmly shut behind him.

His heart broke to see (Y/n) crying like this. He crouched down in front of her, unsure whether or not to reach out for her in case she shrugged off his touch too. But when he rested his cautious hands on her arms, he was relieved to have (Y/n) push herself into his embrace.

Her face burrowed into his chest and she wedged herself into his arms, shivering until Eddie tilted his head down and kissed the back of her head.

"Oh, baby. What happened, Jones said a patient tried to hurt you." Eddie had never worried about (Y/n) getting hurt at work.

Sure, when they had contagious outbreaks and people coming into the ER with unknown illnesses, he worried. He didn't want (Y/n) being susceptible to those illnesses and needing to be treated herself, and neither of them wanted to take anything like that home where Chris could catch it too.

But no one had ever tried to attack (Y/n) before, the thought had never crossed Eddie's mind because it wasn't something that happened often here and (Y/n) was never involved.

His fingers tangled in her hair and for a few seconds, Eddie breathed in her scent and focused on the way her shallow breaths mingled into the thin scrubs he was wearing. But then he moved his hand to cup the side of her face and carefully tilted her head back. She had to talk to him. He had to assess her and find out what was wrong so he could help.

(Y/n)'s hand trembled as she cupped Eddie's wrist and leaned into his touch, trying to look up at him through blurring eyes.

"He was- he was okay, until I t-tried to do bloods. He wouldn't let go, he threw me into the bed…" Her eyes glanced down and she leaned more into his hand until he was practically holding her head up for her, waiting patiently for her to carry on. "He pinned me down, Jameston had to- to get him off me."

It hadn't been (Y/n)'s best hour to have her colleagues have to rush to her aid and physically drag a patient off of her like that. But she didn't have a choice. (Y/n) did everything she could to get out of that situation, but without being allowed to use force and with no one else there was backup, (Y/n) had been defenceless.

Eddie could feel resentment growing inside of him and he hoped he didn't have to see the patient who had done this because he wouldn't be able to hold back.

He went to reply, but his brows furrowed and his heart battered against his ribs when he looked down at his hand which was cradling her face.

He wrenched his hand away from her face and unravelled his other arm from her waist so he could grab her wrist. He pulled her hand close for inspection, taking (Y/n) by surprise, before he held her chin and tilted her head back.

"Where's the blood coming from?!" The urgency in Eddie's voice made (Y/n)'s stomach jump.

Her palm was coated in blood and so was Eddie's wrist from where she had grabbed him. Why was she bleeding? Where had she been hurt to start bleeding? What had that psychotic patient done to make her bleed?

(Y/n) stayed quiet as Eddie tilted her head to the side so he could inspect the slash mark down the side of her neck. It wasn't deep and it had already stopped bleeding, but seeing her with any blood from any altercation like this made Eddie want to scream.

"What'd he do?"

Eddie let go of (Y/n)'s chin and trailed his fingertips down her arms, scanning his eyes up and down her frame while he got a lack of response. But his frown deepened when he realised (Y/n) was slightly creased over and she had her right hand pressing down on the right side of her waist. Something he hadn't noticed earlier.

He held her hand and pulled it away, nostrils flaring as he sucked in the deepest breath (Y/n) had ever seen to the point his chest looked like it was going to explode.

Blood was soaked into her shirt and coated her hand like she was trying to do finger painting.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes tight when Eddie scrunched up her shirt to see the wound. It was small and clearly not deep enough to hit muscle or bone, but it was enough to cause a lot of bleeding like this and the way (Y/n) kept creasing forward with every breath told Eddie it hurt more than she was trying to let on.

"Baby, what did he do?" The guttural tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n) whimper and she went back to clutching his wrist while he tried to inspect the cut.

"Found a scalpel… Eddie I- I think he broke my ribs, when I hit the bed."

The way Eddie dropped his head down and pinched the bridge of his nose made (Y/n) cry harder. She felt like she had done something wrong. She was a nurse. She was supposed to care for patients and stop situations from getting out of hand like this, but she didn't manage it today.

But when Eddie looked back at her, she was surprised when he pecked her lips and moved his hands to her elbows.

"I'll patch you up, get you an X-ray, then I'm taking you home." He could see his words took her by surprise and he hated how (Y/n) trembled when she gripped his arms, letting him take her weight as he got her up to her feet. He guided her trembling frame across to the chair in the corner and eased her down before he grabbed the stool and wheeled it across so he could sit in front of her.

(Y/n) stayed still and quiet, trying to stifle a whimper when Eddie lifted her arms and took off her shirt, leaving her in her bra and trousers.

Her eyes followed him as he scrubbed the blood from his hands and snapped on a fresh pair of gloves. Expertly finding the cotton swabs and anticeptic before he wheeled closer until their knees were touching and he was hunched over her lap to reach the wound.

Her stomach sucked in and she flinched away from his touch when he started to clean the wound. And he murmured a soft "Sorry baby," every time she flinched.

"Dios, he got you deep for such a small wound." It angered Eddie until he felt like a volcano on the brink of errupting. There had to of been a lot of force to cut (Y/n) this deep with such a small blade and cause this much bleeding.

Eddie threw the cotton swabs in the bin, grimacing at how many bloodied swabs he was using to clean her wound and the surrounding skin. But he had to make sure it was clean and that the bleeding was slowing down. At least it was small enough not to need stitches or gluing back together. Once the bleeding slowed down, Eddie applied some cream and looked for some suture strips.

He needed to keep the wound closed so it wouldn't bleed out. The strips were great for small cuts, but he winced each time he applied one of the thin rectangular strips. Three of them kept the wound tightly closed, and then with a patch of gauze over the top, (Y/n) was patched up.

"Can I check your ribs?"

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded and tried to sit up straighter, holding her left arm out at her side so Eddie could check them.

She felt like closing her eyes, but focused her vision on Eddie's face instead. Their eyes locked for a few moments while his index and middle finger tenderly prodded at her chest, checking each rib down the left side.

"I count two, you'll need a scan because I don't know if they're fractured or clean breaks."

Fractures were worse, they weren't complete splits in the bone and they could heal wrong. And Eddie needed to make sure if they were broken that they weren't at risk of puncturing a lung.

"No other injuries I need to know about, right?" He dreaded to ask in case (Y/n) had any other breaks or sprains or bruises he had to check over. She shouldn't be injured at all. She should be tending to patients and calming them down instead of sitting here, beaten up, needing Eddie to tend to her wounds. This wasn't right, it wasn't fair.

(Y/n) shook her head and sniffed, trying in vain to stop herself from crying but she couldn't seem to help it.

"I- I'm sorry, I should of-"

"Hey." A gasp elicited from her lips when Eddie's hand gripped her chin and their eyes locked. "I don't wanna hear any of that, mi amor. He hurt you, he had no right to do that and you have nothing to be sorry about. Understand?"

When she nodded, Eddie brushed his thumb across her chin, murmuring a soft "Good," against her lips that he stole a tender kiss from. He could feel salt tears trickling across her lips and each shallow breath she let out, but after another deep kiss, her breaths deepened and began to even out.

He wouldn't have (Y/n) apologise or feel bad for anything. She hadn't done anything wrong, she was the one who had been hurt.

Eddie slid his hands down to (Y/n)'s waist, carefully helping her up from the chair and he managed a smile when she tucked her face into his chest and looped her arms around his neck. He cupped the back of her neck and wound his other arm around her waist, pressing his palm into her lower back where his fingers tapped and messed with the band of her trousers.

"You're okay. I've got you, amor." He pressed his lips longingly and lovingly against the side of her head, breathing in her scent as he began to sway them from side to side.

They didn't need to go for an X-ray right away, they finally had a few moments to spare for Eddie to comfort her and hold her in his arms like this. And he knew in a little while he was going to have to call his father in law and pray that he got through. He didn't want to leave a message for Bobby to say (Y/n) had been attacked at work, it was a conversation that had to happen in person.

But right now, Eddie had to look after her.

[chronicowboy]

i can't see you (the light is in my face) | 15.6k (E)

"What are we drinking today?" Eddie asks as he carries the teapot over to the kitchen table from the counter. He sets it down on the woven grass placemat in the centre of the table and slides into the seat opposite his abuela.

"Blue tea," she says, pushing her teacup towards him.

"And why do they call it that?" He raises an eyebrow at her before picking the teapot back up again to pour her some. He flushes when it comes out a dazzling blue. Abuela just rolls her eyes at him, a glint of amusement sparkling there.

"Rosa from book club gave me some," she tells him, lifting her cup and inhaling some of its steam. "She said it's made from butterfly pea flowers, so it tastes very floral."

Eddie pours himself a cup, watches the blue pool against the white porcelain and thinks of Buck. They'd talked briefly on the drive between the station and his abuela's. But Buck had been late for lunch with Bobby, and Eddie had let him go even though he'd wanted to sink his nails into the phantom of Buck's voice.

"Oh, hey, wait there." Eddie drifts back to the kitchen counter and picks a lemon from the fruit bowl. He slices it into wedges and takes two of them with him back to the table. "Buck told me about this stuff. I think he tried every tea under the sun after his coma. Did a bunch of research on all the different health benefits of them. I'll have to ask him for recommendations." He drops back into his seat and sets a wedge of lemon onto Abuela's saucer. "Says a chemical in the lemon is supposed to..." He squeezes the juice into his tea and grins as it begins to react. "Ah! Purple tea!" He tilts his cup just enough for Abuela to catch a glimpse of it.

"Oh!" She clasps her hands together, eyes lighting up, before reaching for her own wedge of lemon.

Eddie watches her stir the purple into her blue tea with a childlike glee, lets his own frivolous joy spread through him like hot tea. Accepts it for what it is. Little blessings, his abuela used to say. Life is full of little blessings. And Eddie is learning to welcome them without guilt. He pulls his phone out under the table and taps out a quick text:

Having blue tea with Abuela. Your lemon trick worked! But now she thinks you're a witch that's corrupted me with the dark arts :/

"Eddito?" Abuela pokes him in the shoulder with her teaspoon, and Eddie slips his phone back into his pocket like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Do you like it?"

"Oh, um." He picks his cup up for the first time, convinces himself it's just the rising steam that has a flush bleeding through his cheeks as he takes a sip. He wrinkles his nose. "It's... Very blue?"

"Mm." She nods, tight-lipped. "Not the best we've had. But the lemon definitely made it better."

"And some honey might make it tolerable," Eddie says as he plucks the jar from the small tea caddy against the wall. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he pulls it out greedily as he stirs the honey into his tea.

eddie tell her that blue tea helps heart and brain health and that the lemon boosts your immune system so if i am a witch i'm at least a nice holistic witch

tell her eddie tell her

:(

"Who is that?" Abuela asks, raising an eyebrow at his phone.

"Just Buck."

But she'll just think you've bewitched me into saying it. Which you basically did.

"Ah, Buck," she says sagely.

are you calling me bewitching diaz?

i might have gone with beguiling but whatever

Eddie snorts, tucks his phone under his thigh and takes another sip of his tea.

"It's definitely better with the honey," he says. Abuela just stares at him, her head cocked slightly to the left the way it is whenever she's stuck on a sudoku puzzle. "What?"

"Nothing." She shrugs. "How is Buck?"

(OR: eddie makes a new friend, she makes some assumptions, eddie spirals about it in his patented life-ruining way)

[buddierecs]

idiots in love buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

short circuit by: hauntsorchards "buck and eddie see who can go the longest without jerking off" word count: 10k important tags: fluff, sexual tension, phone sex, dirty talk, light dom/sub, plot what plot, anal sex bring the bitter taste to a halt by: penofpisces "after an unfortunate mishap, buck needs some help. eddie is partially responsible, so he offers his help. or the viagra chocolate fic" word count: 5.3k important tags: aphrodisiacs, first time, blow jobs, breeding kink, hyperspermia, love confessions i can see you (up against the wall with me) by: champagne_for_breakfast "another cowboy hat fic inspired by ryan guzman and his appearance in everybody wants some!!" word count: 9.3k important tags: jealous!eddie diaz, riding, cowboy hats, praise kink, oblivious!evan buckley, first time, bottom!evan buckley, top!eddie diaz chafe the skin (you know i like it rough) by: honestlydarkprincess "the stubble fic." word count: 5.9k important tags: mutual pining, getting together, anal sex, praise kink, rimming, blow jobs, dom/sub leading with the left by: letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck said he was a "bartender" in "south america" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "mexico." and when eddie said, "what's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" in other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about buck. or eddie. or buck and eddie's relationship." word count: 84k important tags: stripper au, emotional slow burn, miscommunication, light dom/sub, anal sex, blow jobs, public sex, lap dances courtship behaviours of southern coastal husbro by: mad_lori "buck and eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. they are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros." word count: 49k important tags: slow burn, domestic partners, co-parenting, demisexual!eddie diaz, eventual smut, oral sex, frottage care for a helping hand? by: znks "sometimes you just gotta help your best friend jerk off" word count: 4.1k important tags: mutual pining, love confessions, hand jobs, praise kink, fingering, porn with feelings without ever touching his skin, how could i be guilty as sin? by: champagne_for_breakfast "the one where buck comes out, realizes he is in love, gets an inappropriate tattoo and has to live with the consequences of his actions" word count: 17k important tags: tattoos, feeling realisation, dom/sub, blow jobs, face-fucking, daddy kink, possessive!eddie diaz, praise kink it's not right (but it's okay) by: weewooforever "buck and eddie fuck nasty after tommy disappoints buck again." word count: 8.9k important tags: infidelity, drunk sex, moustache!eddie diaz, anal sex, blow jobs, hand jobs, first time hot stuff by: colormeparanoid "the one where a romantic evening together goes awry because of some red hot chilli peppers (and by that, I don't mean the band)" word count: 3.7k important tags: fluff, sex gone wrong, anal fingering, established relationship except everything by: underhung_aura "buck and eddie become friends with benefits, get high, and confess their love in the stupidest and most endearing way possible." word count: 26k important tags: friends with benefits, pining, boys in love, soft!buddie, pet names, hand jobs, blow jobs, praise kink

chase the pain (i'd do it again) by: buckalmighty "eddie keeps kissing buck while they’re drunk and buck kinda can’t stop thinking about it" word count: 10k important tags: drunk kissing, pre-relationship, dom/sub undertones, anal sex, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz stars by the pocketful (you wanting me tonight feels impossible) by: champagne_for_breakfast "buck and eddie accidentally get married after chimney's bachelor party in las vegas." word count: 27k important tags: las vegas wedding, friends to husbands to lovers, minor buck/tommy, anal sex, praise kink, didn't know they were dating

[sugdenlovesdingle]

could you write something when tommy is just being a big softie to buck (or other way around is also great)? i kinda need some comfort rn :') thank you! xx

Soft I can do! I hope you like it!

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Mr Evan Kinard. He ran his fingers over the name on the invitation. It was maybe a little silly but it was his first official anything since he and Tommy got married a few months ago, and he was barely resisting the urge to frame it and hang it on the wall next to their wedding picture.

"Oh hey you." he felt two arms slip around his waist and a kiss in his neck. "I wasn't expecting you home yet. I thought you'd be busy at casa Diaz for a couple more hours."

"Hmm? No Eddie roped the kids in to help so we were done faster. They're all moved in and Chris is only mildly annoyed by having to share a bathroom with three more people now. We are expected to come help paint soon though." He turned around in Tommy's arms and kissed him. "How was your shift?"

"Not bad." Tommy shrugged. "Had to fly a heart to a donor in the middle of the night with the new probie, and the rest was just maintenance and the usual stuff."

"So what you're saying is... you saved someone's life in the middle of the night?"

"More like... I flew someone somewhere with the tools to do so." Tommy replied and noticed the envelope in Evan's hands. "What's this?"

"Oh, yeah, an invite to the annual LAFD charity event next month. They're raising money to fund cancer research." Buck said, handing Tommy the invite. "There's one for you too."

Tommy quickly scanned the invite and pulled a face.

"I hate these things. You have to dress up and pretend to care what rich people are saying all night so they'll drop a big cheque on the donation pile."

"I know... but it's only one night. And I'll get to show you off in your dress uniform."

"Oh is that what this is about?" Tommy teased "You just want to see me in my dress uniform."

"I can neither confirm nor deny." Buck said and leaned in closer so he could whisper in Tommy's ear. "The real treat would be getting you out of that uniform."

"Oh is that your goal?" Tommy asked, slowly lowering the zipper on his hoodie and wiggling his eyebrows at Evan. "You should have just said so baby, you know I'll always give you what you want in that department."

"You're ridiculous."

"I vowed before our family and friends to always make you happy, and I take my vows very seriously."

Buck moved his hands up to his neck and interlocked his fingers behind Tommy's head.

"You do make me happy. Every day." he said and pulled Tommy closer for a kiss. "And that's why I want to go to this charity thing. It's the first official event since we got married. It's the first time I'll get to use my new name."

"You already have name tags and turnouts with Kinard on them." Tommy pointed out.

"I know. But the only people who know what those turnouts used to say are our friends who were all at our wedding. At this charity event, I can introduce myself as Evan Kinard and then ask the person I'm talking to if they've met my husband yet." Evan explained. "Without someone going 'yes Buck, we know' and rolling their eyes at me."

"They do that?"

Evan shrugged.

"It's happened a few times. It's no big deal. I talk about you a lot."

Tommy smiled that crinkly smile Buck loved so much.

"Yeah I talk about you a lot too. They kept a tally the other day on how many times in one shift I said your name."

"And? What was the score?"

Tommy grabbed his phone from his pocket and opened his camera roll and showed him a picture of his locker at work, with a sheet from an LAFD notepad stuck to it, filled with dashes.

"This is in no way correct. I'm sure it was more."

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Send me prompts and I'll write you a ficlet!

[mischiefbuckley]

EDDIE GOING UP THE LADDER WITH NO HARNESS AND CONTINUOUSLY YELLING “BUCK” WILL ALWAYS GET ME LIKE HE REALLY DID THAT AND THEN HIM ALSO KNOWING THAT BUCK WAS DEAD EXACTLY FOR 3 MINUTES AND 17 SECONDS INSANITY THIS MAN CONTINUES TO BE INSANE

[happyhauntt]

a touch of colour — eddie diaz.

writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: eddie and chris' home is freakishly empty. you decide to redecorate a little.

─── pairing: eddie diaz x reader.

─── warnings & notes: fluffy fluff. no use of y/n, this was just supposed to be a short drabble but it ran aay from me and eddie might seem a little ooc but i don't even care it's so cute.

─── word count: 2.7k.

     “BUCK, CAN I BORROW YOUR KEY to Eddie’s place, please?”

     Your arrival at the station house isn’t preceded by any warning, and though it isn’t your intention to sneak up on Buck, he doesn’t seem to hear you coming. A panicked shriek tears itself from his throat as he drops what he’s holding, and the spray bottle full of cleaning fluid clatters to the floor at your feet.

     An amused smile curls at your lips as he tries to play it off, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment blossoming in bright red spots across his cheeks.

     “Uh, hey.” The words stumble out of Buck and he coughs, trying to recover what remains of his dignity. “You know, sneaking up on people isn’t good for your health. What if I’d panicked and thrown a punch or something?”

     You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You did panic, Buck. Seems like it’s worse for your health than mine. Key, please?”

     “Eddie’s just up in the loft, I can grab him if you want.”

     It’s your turn to look a little sheepish. “Please don’t. It’s a surprise. Or it will be a surprise, if you let me borrow your key. I’ll return it tomorrow, I promise, and I’m not going to let a bunch of raccoons loose in there or anything━”

     Buck blinks. The hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, just enough to let you know that he’s teasing. Mostly. “I wasn’t worried, but now I am.”

     “I’m saving the raccoons for your apartment, actually,” you tell him, and now you’re not even really asking anymore, know that Buck will inevitably break because you’re Eddie’s girlfriend, and he actually likes you, and most importantly, his insatiable curiosity will not allow him to deny you. Hand outstretched, you wiggle your fingers expectantly. “Key, please.”

     He huffs at you as if you’ve asked him to scale Mount Everest in nothing but swim trunks, rather than the perfectly reasonable request you’ve actually made, and makes a show of tugging the key to Eddie’s house off the keyring before passing it along to you.

     “I have only one condition,” says Buck, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he presses the key into your palm.

     You watch him warily. You’ve been dating Eddie, and subsequently been acquainted with Buck, long enough to recognise that look. “What?”

     “Whatever you’re doing, make sure you film his reaction. I’ve got a funny feeling he’s gonna freak out.”

     A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat, and you can’t help rolling your lips together as you pocket the key. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Eddie Diaz isn’t overly fond of surprises, but… fuck, you hope this one goes down well.

      “I’ll keep you posted, Buck.” You offer him a two-fingered salute and turn on your heel, hurrying out of the firehouse before Eddie catches you sneaking around.

      What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

     Here’s the thing.

     The first time Eddie invited you back to his place, you hadn’t really seen it. A euphoric haze had clouded all rational thought in your brain, because this brilliant guy you’d fallen head over heels for was so obviously guarded, and you’d been so happy the day he’d kissed you and invited you back to his place for coffee.

     You’d been dating for three months by that point, and you’d wandered in and out of his house without really seeing anything except for him.

     Meeting Christopher had gone much the same way. On the drive over you’d been rattling with nerves so much that you’d had to pull over on the freeway and shake out the cramp in your hand after white-knuckling the steering wheel. Your heart had thudded so hard in your chest that you worried Eddie would be able to hear it from the other side of the room.

     There had been nothing to worry about, in the end, and almost a year on, you’re certain that neither of these boys can be pried out of the space they’ve created in your heart. Somehow, without really noticing, the pair of them have made a home there, built on a foundation of blood and muscle and all the love in your body.

     You’re not sure your heart would know how to beat without them now.

      And you love them, you love them, you love them both with everything you have…

     … but this damn house is driving you insane.

     There’s nothing wrong with it, in particular. It’s small and functional, perfect for the little family it shelters. Beige walls, basic furniture, sparse decorations that Eddie definitely had nothing to do with, and that’s sort of… it.

     Now, you’re not an interior decorator, and you’d managed to miss it the first few times you visited, but now it’s like the blank walls are mocking you. Now you’ve seen it, you know, and the stark bleakness of this house has become a glaringly obvious problem that you’ve finally decided to tackle.

     Unlocking the door with Buck’s key, you manage to nudge it open with your hip, hands and wrists weighed down with Target shopping bags that you dump on the floor the moment the door is closed. Tucking Buck’s key back into your pocket ━ Eddie gave you a key almost six months ago, but you’ve managed to lose four of them since, so it’s widely agreed that it’s best you borrow Eddie’s or Buck’s or Carla’s whenever you need to ━ you turn to the sparse open space of the kitchen/diner.

     Hands settling on your hips, a slow breath escapes through your teeth as you survey the house. Christopher’s room is the only one with any personality, and you wouldn’t dare intrude on his privacy in that way anyway. Eddie’s room, similarly, feels off-limits.

     But the rest of the house? Fair game.

     When Eddie stumbles through the front door at the end of his shift, he doesn’t notice it right away. Not your bag hanging on a hook by the door, or your shoes tucked neatly against the wall. His head feels like it’s filled with cotton after a twelve-hour shift, and he’s simply grateful that Carla offered to drop Christopher off later, rather than have Eddie come pick him up after his shift.

     He doesn’t notice you lingering in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in your hand until you clear your throat, and then he looks over, and a tired smile spreads over his face.

     “That for me?” he asks, as hold out the beer bottle towards him, drops of condensation soaking your fingers.

     “It’s definitely not for me.” You wrinkle your nose playfully as he accepts the drink, and you lean over the counter to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You hand over Buck’s key, and with it, all the anxiety you’ve felt since it first landed in your possession that morning. “Give this back to Buck for me? If I lose another one, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

     Eddie chuckles and tucks the key into his pocket. “Buck didn’t mention you came by the firehouse.”

     “I asked him not to.” Your voice wavers, just a little. The way you’re picking at a loose bit of skin near your thumb lets him know you’re nervous, and he reaches out with his free hand, curling rough fingers around your own. Unable to help yourself, a deluge of words start to babble out of you. “I did a thing. And I’m aware that you may not like the thing, and it almost certainly wasn’t my place which I’m realising now, but it seemed like a pretty harmless idea at the time?”

     “Baby━”

     “And if you hate it, I can take it all away! We can pretend I never did it, it’s just that your walls were driving me freaking insane, like which decorator decided that beige was a good base colour because I would like to have a word━”

     “Hey!” A gentle squeeze of your hand grabs your attention, and when you look back at Eddie, the sight of him knocks the breath of you. You never knew eyes could be so big and brown and full of love, and even though there’s a little humour glinting in there at your expense, you still find it a little difficult to breathe.

     Fuck, you love this man.

     “What am I supposed to hate, exactly?” There’s a lilt of laughter in his voice, a gentle quirk to the corner of his mouth.

     You want to kiss him until it blossoms into a full-blown grin. You hope you’re lucky enough to make this man laugh forever.

     The look on his face helps to ease the tension in your shoulders. Slowly, you reach out and take the beer bottle from his grip, setting it on the counter. Instead, you replace it with your own hand, threading your fingers through his, a little chilly where the bottle pressed against his skin.

     “Let me show you.”

     Guiding him by the hand, you lead him through to the living room, and at first, he’s not sure what’s changed. There’s still the couch, and the TV, and the coffee table he knows you’ve always hated because it’s glass, and who has a glass coffee table, Eddie, you're a firefighter and this feels like a recipe for disaster!

     (You’ve seen way too many movies where characters end up crashing through a glass coffee table but you still think it’s a valid point.)

     And then he sees them.

     He spots the first one next to the television; a picture of Chris from a few months ago, the first time all three of you went to the beach together. He’s grinning at the camera and there’s a dab of ice-cream on his nose from where you swiped him just a moment before. Eddie remembers taking this and sending it to you.

     It wasn’t the first moment he realised he loved you, not by a long shot, but he hadn’t said it yet, and that day on the beach had cemented your place in his heart even further.

     The picture is small, sitting in a quirky silver frame that you’ve glued a few seashells to.

     The next two are over on the mantel. A photograph of the 118 in Bobby and Athena’s backyard last summer; Bobby’s frowning in the foreground, having been bullied into wearing a Kiss The Cook apron by Buck and Hen, while the rest of them are howling with laughter behind him. The other is a picture of Christopher and Shannon cuddled together beneath the Christmas tree.

     Tucked between them, bizarrely, is a little wooden figurine of a runner duck wearing galoshes. This one, he knows, came from your personal collection.

     Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest as he turns, finally, to the big thing. The wall behind the couch has always been depressingly bare, a dull expanse of beige paint that he’s always sworn he’d do something with, eventually.

     Hell, the whole house is bare. And depressing. This, he’s ready to admit, even if the reason for it used to sting a little bit.

     Before now, the only personal touches in his home belonged to Christopher. Report cards and drawings stuck to the fridge with kitschy magnets from tourist spots. An ever-changing pile of video games stacked on the floor next to the TV. A dinosaur-print throw that was dragged from Christopher’s bedroom on a lazy Sunday that hasn’t quite managed to migrate back there yet.

     It was never that way on purpose. At first, he thinks, it was a reluctance to put down roots. Life was hectic enough, with his work schedule and Christopher switching schools. Before Carla, Eddie hardly had a moment to breathe, let alone think about decorating their home beyond the bare minimum required to get by.

     And then, he thinks, it might have been guilt.

     He doesn’t dare to dwell on that for too long. He feels your hand in his own, steady as a rock, and stares, glassy-eyed, at the wall you’ve managed to transform into something… something that feels like home.

     A collage of wooden picture frames are scattered over the surface of the wall, in varying hues of warmth that contrast nicely with the beige that peeks through the cracks. A beige that, formerly, kind of made him want to scratch his eyes out. He hadn’t quite realised that until now.

     Dozens of smiling faces peer down at him. A handful of memories he holds most dear, and each of them sends a flush of warmth through his chest.

     There’s the day Chris was born, and he’s staring at this tiny baby in his arms as if he’s holding the sun and stars themselves. There’s Buck and Chris at the zoo, posing near the penguin exhibit. There’s Eddie, on the day he was certified as a full-fledged member of the LAFD, shaking Bobby’s hand. There’s even a picture where he’s fallen asleep on the couch, and his sisters are brandishing Sharpies like the little demons they are, drawing a moustache and beard that took days to properly fade away.

     It’s such a little thing, really. They’re just pictures. But his throat feels tight and his eyes are wet and it doesn’t feel little to him. Not at all.

     “You thought I’d hate this?” He’ll never admit that the words come out a little choked up.

     You shrug. “You’re not a fan of surprises.”

     “I might be now.”

     And you both know it’s not true, that Eddie will never be that guy, but this is fine. This is perfect, and he’s damn sure it might be the nicest thing any girlfriend’s ever done for him.

     He turns to you, a thousand more questions on the tip of his tongue, when he notices you’re holding your phone up with your free hand. A confused furrow appears between his brows.

     “Buck,” you tell him, and it really doesn’t require further explanation, but still you add, “He thought you’d freak out. Asked for evidence.”

     “Ah.” Eddie nods. You put your phone away as he winds his arms around your waist, pulling you close enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’m not freaking out.”

     “I noticed.”

     “Thank you,” he says, and kisses you again. This time his mouth slides against yours and lingers there for a few seconds, slow and gentle. “I can’t help but notice you’re not in any of the pictures.”

     Your cheeks turn a rosy pink. “That would have been a little presumptuous of me, Mr. Diaz. And I was already hijacking your home for my own selfish agenda, so…”

     “Wanna hijack it some more?”

     The question slips out without any warning, and you blink up at your boyfriend in bewilderment. “Uh?”

     Eddie smiles, wide and wonderful, and even though it’s not possible to fall more in love with him, you think you do.

     “I talked to Chris about it a while ago,” he tells you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. “I was just waiting for the right time to ask you. And then you went all House Flipper anyway━”

     “I did not go all House Flipper!”

     “━ so it feels like the right time to ask.”

     You watch him for a moment, all soft at the edges. “You want me to move in with you?”

     “I think you’ve got a tartan throw that would look great in here,” he says teasingly, “and that little duck is part of a collection. He might get lonely.”

     “He might,” you concede with a hum.

     There is enough space on that mantel for the whole family.

     You feel like there’s a tiny sun in your chest, like you might honest-to-God be glowing from the inside out right now, and when you pull Eddie down so you can kiss him again, you know without a doubt that the answer is yes.

     There are a hundred things to figure out. You have a lease to get out of, and an apartment filled with enough clutter to furnish ten houses, and you’ve really got to figure out a solution for the key situation, because it’s getting ridiculous.

     But in this moment, none of that matters. It’s you, and Eddie, and Chris, and a bare apartment suddenly filled with a lifetime of potential, and you just know everything is going to be fine.

     And you hope, for a moment, that he’ll let you replace the couch next.

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Hi, I was wondering if I can ask a request for Eddie Diaz x Female Paramedic Reader smut, where they both can't keep their hands of each other and in means of finding a private place end up in the back seat of Eddie's pick up truck and do some 'things'. I am just dying for some soft Dom! Eddie Diaz smut, thank you.

Yes, yes! Thursday’s episode, I could keep my eyes off him! What a beautiful man!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) slight dom!eddie

“You’re so pretty,” Eddie tells you as he lies on top of you in the back seat of his truck. His hand travels up your thigh and gives it a soft squeeze as his lips find yours once again.

This has become something you've done almost every single night after your shifts. Since you want to keep what's going on between the two of you a secret, you always end up meeting in a random parking lot when you always find yourselves in the back seat of Eddie's truck.

"No I think that's you," you argue as your hands slide into his hair as his lips find their way to your neck. You gasp as he gives it a rough suck and he chuckles against your skin in response.

"How about we both be pretty then?" He asks before nipping the spot right under your ear as his hands move to undo your bra.

"W-works for me."

"I think this is where you look the prettiest, though," he says, as he tosses your bra into the passenger seat before moving down to your chest, kissing all the way down your torso. "When you're underneath me."

He always knows exactly what to say to get you wet and he knows how good he is at it. You can see it in the look in his eyes. His hand unbutton your pants and he pulls them down, not missing the wet patch on your panties. He's quick to take them off along with your socks and shoes and he spreads your legs wide to get a good look at what he's working with.

"Is this for me? Honey, you shouldn't have."

The teasing was funny at first, but now you're getting desperate. You need him to do something now or you're gonna finish the job yourself.

"Eddie, please," you whine.

"Please what, honey?" He knows exactly what you want, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants you to beg for him, to whine, to cry and then he'll give you what you so desperately want.

"Please fuck me. I need you." Your whining always does something to him and now he's tenting in his pants. He's so hard that it's starting to hurt. He needs to get inside soon or he thinks he might explode.

"Well that was all you had to say. Now relax. I'm gonna take care of you."

You watch him retrieve an condom from his pocket and he sets it to the side as he gets himself undressed as quick as possible before rolling the condom onto his cock. Once he's ready, he doesn't hesitate to fully sink himself inside you just how he knows you like, watching your face the entire time.

It seems that no matter how many times you've fucked, he has to stretch you out every time. He can tell that it's still a lot for you to take in and he can see that you're already crying. He asks if you want to stop because of your obvious discomfort, but you just say not, shaking your head furiously. You're not going to be fully satisfied until you can feel every inch of him.

Once he's fully in, Eddie stays there, seeing just long you can hold out and when you ask him to keep going, he pumps in and out, fucking you fast and hard and deep as his hands pin your wrists to the seat, nothing but filthy words coming from his mouth as he does so.

Your moans are nothing but delicious as they fall from your lips, and mixed with your labored breaths, the windows are fogging up pretty quickly. Eddie has barely even done anything, but you already feel so tired from it all.

"You're starting to slur, hon. Already fucked out, huh? Does my big cock wear you out, baby?" All you can do is nod in response. "Alright, well, give me one more and then I'll take you home. Just one more, baby. You can do it."

Eddie gives you a few more thrusts and you're orgasming, your back arching as you do so. His hands slide underneath you as he talks you through it, encouraging you the entire time. And once you come down, Eddie lays you down on the seat and then he cleans you up with what he has in his glove compartment before he helps you get dressed. He then helps you into the passenger seat before he takes you home where he cuddled you until the both of you fell asleep, wrapped up each other's arms.

[eddiazx]

eddie on edge - eddie diaz x reader

Eddie would consider himself a fairly rational person. You kinda have to be when you're both a firefighter and a father; keeping a calm and collected front is necessary.

But he might be going insane right now. And it is all because of the buzzing going on in his pocket.

No, it isn't what you think. Although he wouldn't be opposed to those toys in the bedroom, what was causing his brush with insanity is his phone. And you.

You, who had a day off from work and had decided to go shopping with some of your girl friends. You, whose texts and pictures started off funny and cute in the food court, until Eddie started getting pictures of you trying on lingerie. You've sent four pictures so far, each one somehow riskier than the last (seriously, how did you even get that one on you?), and Eddie is on edge. He had been able to cover the tent in his pants with a couch pillow for the past half hour, but he desperately wishes the alarm bell would go off. He thinks he'd be able to focus all this energy towards a call, but unluckily for him, it is a truly quiet (he'll think the word if he wants to, dammit) day at the 118.

Because Eddie is a masochist, he pulls out his phone again. He hadn't responded since you've been trying on lingerie, but this didn't stop you from continuing to tease him. He lowers the brightness because he definitely does not need anyone else seeing you like that and checks that you had written "yay or nay?" with an attached photo.

With a silent prayer to whatever God wants to listen to him, Eddie opens the picture.

It isn't as risky as the first ones. In fact, Eddie thinks that this set might be the one that covers you the most, but he is struck by the color. The deepest red, with lace covering both of your breasts, and bows on either side of your hips. The perfect present that Eddie couldn't wait to unwrap.

Eddie fingers fly across his keyboard as he types out, "Buy them all with my card. I'll be home soon enough to take them off of you."

Now, he just had to get through the rest of his shift.

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Strawberries and Cream

Paring: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 7.1k

Notes: 🎶 is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me🎶 please understand I’m gonna shoot myself in the face if I ever have to edit this chapter again it is what it ISSSSS

Episode 6: Blueberry Pie

This entire chapter be like

Eddie calls you around 10 pm, asking you to pick him up so he can take you somewhere special. He’s still got a day or two before he’s allowed to drive with his shoulder and you’ve been taking him everywhere lately, just to spend time together.

You show up a little after 10, he’s on his front porch, just chilling, waiting, playing some random game on his phone while he waits for you. 

“You’re late Sugar Cube,” He says as he pushes off the wall, walking to the Jeep

“It’s 10:04 you big baby” You stick your tongue out as he gets in, and he leans over and kisses it right back into your mouth 

“Are you always late?” He buckles his seatbelt and watches you blink slowly, processing what just happened 

“Huh?”

“I said,” He kisses you again, a little slower this time

“Are you always late?”

“Ehh??” You shrug, unable to form a sentence and he snorts, taking your phone from the stand and typing in an address for you

“I hope you don’t mind…” He holds up a pink pouch “I bought you a little something” 

He won’t tell you what it is, or where you’re going. He just keeps ignoring those questions and asks you some instead. How was your day? What did you do? Did you miss me? Little things but it’s cute the way he’s interested in these things 

You pull up in front of a large house, the lights are off. You shut off the car and look through the windshield 

“What are we doing here? Are you gonna kidnap me??”

“Yeah I made you drive Buck’s Jeep to my super secret kidnapping hideout” He gets out of the Jeep and comes around to your side, opening the door for you. You hesitantly hop out, narrowing your eyes at him 

“I have friends okay? They’re out of town and they asked me to housesit. Said I could use whatever I wanted… that includes the pool and hot tub”

“We’re going swimming?! Night swimming!? That’s the best kind of swimming!!” You squeal excitedly as he brings you inside. 

It’s a very nice place, these people clearly have money. He brings you to the pool house, handing you the little pink pouch 

“I bought you a new swimsuit… I hope you like it. Buck sent me the size of the one you have now. I hope that’s alright with you”

“A new swimsuit? You didn’t have to do that I have a perfectly good one” You take the bag from him, opening it up to peek inside 

“I know, but I just really wanted to… I wanted to see you in this. If you’re uncomfortable in it I’ll just give you my shirt okay? That’s always an option”

“Thank you, Eddie, I’m sure I’ll love it. Or you know, absolutely hate your guts for it, who knows!” 

He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm and flicks you off

“You change in there, I’ll be on the other side” He shuts the curtain and goes into the little cubicle next to you to change too

You pull the swimsuit from the bag, and honestly? It’s not that bad. It’s a pretty, black, two-piece with the sides cut out on the bottoms and ties and a short-sleeved low-cut top. You’re pretty sure he wanted those sides on purpose just to be able to feel you up.  

He lets out a low whistle as soon as you walk out and you roll your eyes, doing a little spin 

“How do I look?” 

“Good enough to eat” He winks and takes your hand, leading you over to the pool. You step back a little, letting go of his hand as he walks in, he goes under for a minute, swimming out a bit before coming back up

“Aren’t you coming?” He tilts his head, and you shrug a bit

“Awww what’s wrong pretty girl, don’t wanna get wet?”

You cross your arms over your chest “No…no it’s not that!”

“So what is it?” 

You roll your eyes, looking down, and shrug “I can’t… I can’t swim” You mumble 

“Don’t worry about that, mi vida. C’mon the waters warm” Eddie reaches for your hands, water droplets flowing down his body. His gorgeous…sculpted-

“Earth to Y/N. Come on. I’ll hold you” Eddie smirks as you step down into the water, the water is warm and you narrow your eyes at him

“You know the pool chemicals will tell me if you peed” 

His head falls back laughing as he pulls you into his chest, floating backward with you in his arms

“That’s so childish oh my god” 

His body feels good against yours, your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your face in his shoulder. He runs his hands down your bare sides and squeezes your hips. You feel his hands slide over your ass and your breath hitches in your throat

“See? Safe and sound…” He says quietly, nuzzling against you “And I didn’t freaking pee”

You snort into his shoulder and push at him “You’re so annoying oh my god”

“You literally started it!” He gives your ass a swat and your mouth drops open. Ever since the beach…and the drive-in, he’s been openly affectionate with you, there are no labels yet. For you two at least. Buck however is losing his mind every single second of every single day. 

He nuzzles into your neck again, his favorite thing to do. You smell like summer and strawberries and he’s addicted to it 

He carefully lets you go, holding you by your hands and pulling you slowly around the pool. You let him drag you through the water and he goes a little deeper. He pulls you closer, his hands firmly planted on your waist and your hands on his shoulders

“I could teach you to swim,” He says, continuing to walk you around 

“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have an excuse to hold me”

“Oh sweet girl, I don’t need an excuse to have my hands on you” 

He dips his head into yours, kissing you softly. He pulls away slowly, smirking at the little dazed smile on your face. 

“I don’t need an excuse to want to taste you either… just waiting for when you finally let me” 

“I let you kiss me all the time”

“That’s not what I’m saying” 

There’s a long pause while he stares directly into your eyes, he’s daring you. Practically begging you to take the bait, god it should be illegal for his voice to be that deep, that sultry when he’s saying things like this. His heart flutters at the way you swallow and your lips part, like you’re really considering it and he wants you to be considering it. He wants that pretty little head of yours to think about being with him like that

He walks backward until his back hits a wall and pulls you into his lap. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist and his hands settle on your ass

“Watcha thinkin' about” He grins wickedly and you roll your eyes 

“Nothin…” you feel shy in his lap, suddenly a little self-conscious.

Maybe a bikini wasn’t the best idea. And it had nothing to do with your image at the moment, you’d worn that with confidence

But right now? You wish you were wearing one of those old-timey dress-type bathing suits. His hands feel good, they’re strong and a bit calloused from work. His biceps are… something else as your hands rest on them for a moment. Every little thing about Eddie is driving you crazy right now, especially the way his hair curls a little when it’s wet. 

“Nothin'?” He mimics your voice and you frown at his teasing, he kisses your nose making you giggle 

“Come on… use your words, Princess” 

“God, do you really have to tease me that much?” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“I hate it!” You make a little face at him and he chuckles, nuzzling his nose against yours 

“Oh come on baby girl no you don’t” 

“Okay, I don’t… but can’t I be the one to make you nervous?”

“You do make me nervous Y/N” he scoffs, laughing.

“God since the minute I set eyes on you like two months ago…I can’t seem to do anything right. I literally had my shirt on backward the other day because you called me when I was getting dressed before work!” 

You giggle and run your fingers through the back of his hair as he talks, your cheeks flush and he sighs, leaning into your touch, his body glistening with water in the moonlight 

“I had to sign off on the chore sheet…and I wrote “Y/N Diaz” on it” 

He cringes at that one and you snort, shaking your head 

“Okay that one’s embarrassing”

“You know what was really embarrassing? When Chim found it in the trash and sent it to the group chat. God they still haven’t let me forget that and that was like a week ago or something” 

You feel a little bad, giggling at his cringy misfortune, but it feels good to know you make him just as nervous even if he doesn’t show it as much. Maybe it’s time to give him a little taste of his medicine. It had been a back-and-forth game the entire time you’d known each other and now it was your turn. 

His eyes are still closed and you take the opportunity to kiss him, he breaths out through his nose, laughing a little as he kisses you back, not bothering to open his eyes. 

You run your fingers through his wet curls, tugging his head backward to expose his neck 

“Thanks for bringing me here,” You say sweetly, and he opens one eye, peeking at you 

“We can come again tomorrow night if you want, make use of that hot tub” He moans softly as you kiss his neck, scraping your teeth against his soft skin 

“Yeah okay,” you whisper against his pulse point as you bite down. He hums pleasantly, kneading your hips with his hands, as you give him a necklace. His hands trail up and down your sides slowly as he relaxes into your kisses. He may be quiet on the outside, but you can feel just how much he likes this. 

“Can’t wait to go back to work, wear these with pride” He purrs, his voice gravely and deep. “Gonna wear my collar open just so they can see them” His breath hitches at the end of his sentence and he bounces you in his lap, thrusting his hips against you 

“You should stop” He whispers in your ear “Before I bend you over this pool wall”

Moving in with Eddie is something that’s been on your mind for days. You guys weren’t actually in a relationship yet… but all your stuff was there anyway

After your little hickey attack, he’d kept a small distance between the two of you as you both floated around, you pouted like a little brat and he laughed about it, cooing and teasing you. Eventually, he’d brought you back into his lap, squeezing you as tightly as he could until you laughed and smiled and told him to let you go before he crushed you. 

“I want to move in with you,” You say suddenly, your forehead against his now as you kiss him. Man, there’s a whole lotta kissing going on for just friends. 

“Three days at your place, three days at Buck’s, and alternating Sundays. When we get together maybe I’ll do four at your place. But I just. I need a home… and I’m ready for it to be with you. You know- sort of. 

“On one condition” He mutters against your lips, you can feel his moving with each word. 

“I want you to move into my room, please?” 

Your heart pounds in your chest, pulling back a little to look at him. He’s serious about it too. He tilts his head cutely…giving you those irresistible puppy eyes 

“Eddie…” you groan “I’m not-“

“You and Buck sleep together”

“We’re cousins!”

“And we’re friends!”

“What if I need space?!” You protest and he rolls his eyes. 

“Fine. You can move into the guest room,” He pecks your lips “But you sleep in my room-“ he pecks them again “With me” he kisses you a little slower this time, tasting the sweet summer strawberry he loves so much “-In my bed”

How can you possibly deny him when he’s kissing you like that?

You spend the rest of the time splashing and messing around in the pool, shushing each other loudly to avoid disturbing the neighbors  It doesn’t work. 

Eddie is launching you into the pool when the doorbell rings. You both freeze and Eddie gets out of the pool, pushing the button on the wall to open the side gates. You quietly “Ooooooo” him from the pool and he flips you off. 

Two police officers come around back and you shrink down a little, coming to the edge of the pool 

“Hi, I’m officer Nolan this is Officer Juarez. We got a noise complaint? Said the people living here are supposed to be out of town” 

Officer Nolan looks pale as he introduces them, it’s just a noise complaint… 

Eddie runs his hand through his wet hair and you get out of the pool now, walking over to your towels 

“Uh yeah, no uh, my friends let us use the pool I’m sorry, we didn’t realize how loud we were being” 

“Yeah we’re really sorry, we can leave now” You walk over, handing Eddie a towel and he takes it, giving your body a lingering look. Your cheeks flush and you roll your eyes, gesturing to the literal police officers in front of him 

“No that’s okay. We’re sorry for interrupting your night. It’s just your neighbors are old” Officer Juarez shrugs 

“Was it the Schumacher’s?” Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Actually we can’t-“

“Sure was,” Officer Juarez says, putting her hands on her hips and Eddie groans drying off his hair 

“My partner shouldn’t have told you that I apologize. But yes it was them and it would probably be helpful if you left… honestly we get a lot of noise complaints from them but since it was so late we decided to check it out” 

“They’ve done this before” Eddie sighs, turning away to collect your stuff 

“You’ve done this before?” You scoff a little “with who?”

“Oop” Officer Juarez whispers and Officer Nolan glares at her 

“No, no, no, baby I meant like. During the day, I’ve never brought anyone who wasn’t Buck and the team here before at night or any other time of the day, I swear. It’s just you Y/N. Not to mention Buck would totally tell on me if I was lying” 

You sigh and narrow your eyes, you totally believe him but you just want him to be a little nervous

“I promise” He pouts at you, with the sweetest face he can muster and you hear Officer Juarez's breath hitch 

“Oh god I know right” You say turning to her and she snorts 

You haven’t even left Eddie’s driveway before he’s immediately calling Buck. He slams the front door as you drive away and goes to his bedroom, crashing into bed. He doesn’t bother changing yet he’s too excited 

“Eddie? It’s like 1 am Is everything okay? Do you need me to come over?”

“No, no I’m okay. Thanks. I just needed to talk to you right away”

“Okay, yeah what’s up?” He can hear shuffling and a click as Buck sits up and turns on the light 

“Is Y/N sleeping over?”

“No she’s on her way home, I have to be quick. Buck- she’s moving in with me”

“She's moving in with you?!”

Buck screams into the phone and Eddie has to pull it from his ear for a minute as he squeals loudly. He shouldn’t have told Buck before you did but he’s his best friend and he had to tell someone before he burst. 

“Yeah, but just part time! She said she’d live with you the other days of the week but I’m totally going to convince her that staying with me is the best option. It’s gonna be so good” 

“Have you been by the pound lately?” 

“There’s a German Shepherd puppy!!” Eddie practically squeaks when he says it, kicking his legs as he lays in bed “He’s cute, he’s very sweet. He’s the perfect future, Captain Barkley Diaz”

“Aren’t you moving a little fast?”  

Eddie sends Buck a picture of the puppies listed on the humane society’s site

“Nope!” 

Buck laughs as he looks at the adorable little puppy. He scrolls through the other animals too 

“What about a rabbit? She loves rabbits”

“Why not both!” Eddie starts looking through the site again and Buck giggles 

“Eddie… you can’t just spring an animal on her”

“I won’t! I swear. We’ll go pick one together” he sighs dreamily “We’ll hold hands while she pulls me down the aisle looking at all the cute little dogs

Buck fake gags and rolls his eyes 

“Hey, maybe you should get an older dog! they deserve some love”

“Maybe even two dogs. That’s such a good idea!”

“Okay, not. Not two dogs Eddie” 

“But I want Captain-“

“Don’t say it”

“I want Captain Barkley Diaz to have a friend! Maybe I should see if there’s a dog park nearby…”

“Yeah see! He can make friends… oh my god I’m starting to agree with this. Eddie! You guys aren’t together yet and she’s only living there part-time you gotta rein it in!”

“I’m trying, Buck, I swear. But she’s all I can think about… I just. I want a life with her so badly”

“So why don’t you just freaking ask her out” he sounds so strained when he says it and Eddie chuckles 

“I’m working on it. I just… I’m gonna need some help” 

Eddie has no damn right looking that fine when he pulls up to the studio to help you move. It’s not like you even need that much help it’s just like three to five boxes. And with his shoulder, he technically shouldn’t even be helping. You finally got him to agree to be on team “folding” with Maddie 

He never comes empty-handed, he brought a cake this time. Strawberry cake with whipped frosting. 

“A cake?” Buck asks as he sets it on the counter 

“I was craving okay. Shut up, you know you’re gonna eat it all”

“You’re not wrong” 

He leads Eddie up to his bedroom where there’s a tiny mountain of clothes on the bed. You and Maddie are sorting through it, so they can be folded 

“Hey Sugar” He smiles, coming over and kissing your head before he plops on the bed. 

Admittedly you do stare at him, his tank top is flowy and lower than normal. He claims it’s his moving shirt. More like his porn star shirt  Okay, not really.

But his arms look so delicious in that tank top and you’re tempted to bite his bicep. Which is completely normal. 

“Mads” He winks and she smirks, tossing a shirt at him 

“Took you long enough, where have you been?” 

“Well I had to make sure the guest room was clean” He shrugs as he takes one of your mini skirts, looking at it.

“That room has been spotless and you know it. What were you really doing?” Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie glares at him 

“It’s a surprise alright?” 

You perk up immediately, looking over at him 

“Surprise? What kind of surprise?” 

“Oh god please tell me it’s not what I think it is. Eddie you promised!!” Buck whines as he puts a box together and throws it down the stairs 

“Oh my god, It’s not that. Shut up” he pulls out his phone and hands it to Buck, who snatches it from his hands 

“Oh my god… Eddieeee” He pretends to blink back tears “That’s so sweet!” 

“What’s so sweet?!” You try to reach for the phone and he holds it out of your reach

“No, you’re gonna ruin it!”

“Wait I wanna see!!” Buck hands Maddie the phone and you try to look over her shoulder 

“Uhhh that’s my property and I’m not comfortable with you looking?!” Eddie gestures awkwardly and your mouth drops open 

“That’s not fair!! Of course, I’m gonna respect your ass!”

Buck points at you, laughing “Ha!!! You’re the only one who can’t see it yet, sucker!! Eddie, I dare you to send it to the group chat”

“Bet”

“I’m already on it” Maddie sends the photo and you get up, throwing down the shirt you were holding 

“Oh come on!! I hate you guys!” 

“Awww don’t be like that Sugar cube I’m sure you’ll forget about it in like 10 minutes”

“She has ADHD so yeah I’m pretty sure she will too” Buck snickers as he tosses a pair of panties at Eddie. 

“Buck!!” You dive across the pile snatching them from Eddie’s hands and stuff them back into the pile closer to Maddie. Maddie puts her hand out in front of her, pushing herself up gingerly 

“I think she’s gonna cry” Buck snorts and Eddie can’t help but giggle with him. They sound like an older brother and his annoying friend. Buck might as well be your older brother at this point 

“I am not!!” You throw a skirt at him and he ducks, it knocks over an empty cup on his nightstand that falls and knocks over his AirPods. He gasps loudly, picking them up off the floor 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it!” He goes to dive for you and you squeal, stumbling backward off the bed 

“Alright okay!”Maddie yells and you and Buck freeze. 

“Since you want to be children. Buck and I are going downstairs, you and Eddie toss the clothes down to us okay? Okay. Buck, now.”

She walks past them down the stairs and Buck follows, sticking his tongue out while you flip off him and Eddie.

Eddie looks at you, putting his fingers up to his lips in a V shape and you throw a pair of pants at his head before he can finish his lewd gesture. Really you’ve got a whole arsenal here if he wants to be nasty. 

“You perv!” 

“I don’t see clothes coming down!” Maddie calls upstairs and Eddie laughs, grabbing your waist and yanking you into him, he nuzzles his face in your neck and takes a skirt, throwing it over the balcony 

“Sorry, Mom!” He yells down and you giggle in his arms trying to wriggle your way free 

“I swear to god if you guys have your first time in my bed I’m gonna cry happily but also slice Eddie’s balls off with my katanas”  You launch a few more clothes over the railing while Eddie kisses your neck 

“You have katanas?!” You yell, looking around for them 

“Yes, he does” Eddie whispers in your ear, his hands sliding up under your shirt. He feels over your torso as he nibbles your ear and you whimper quietly. One of his hands comes up and covers your mouth, keeping you quiet 

Suddenly that little promise he made in the rain pops into your head and your eyes nearly pop out of your head 

“Of course I do! They’re super sweet I’ll show them to you later! Maybe we can fight with them!”

“Absolutely not” Maddie immediately vetoes it, and Buck whines. 

Upstairs, Eddie’s busy kissing your neck and handing you clothes to toss over the balcony. His hand slides from your torso down to the top of your pink sweatpants. He toys with the drawstring and your heart pounds in your chest 

His fingers slip under the top of your waistband and you freeze in his lap, as his fingers slide down over the front of your panties and tease your clit like that, you gasp quietly and he smirks, putting his head on yours. 

“Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut” He whispers in your ear as he pushes your panties to the side, sliding his fingers between your folds and collecting some of your wetness. He lets out a deep sigh as he drags it back through your folds, getting them nice and slick. 

He lets go of your mouth and keeps handing you things to toss over the railings, making sure you stay quiet at the same time. It’s quick, it has to be with them right below you both but it doesn’t make it any less hot. His fingers work deftly, your legs spread wide for him as he toys with your clit. He drags his fingers down your folds again, circling your tight hole with his finger for a moment 

“Hey! I gotta go get some more tape from the store, Maddie is gonna come with, either of you wanna come?” Buck calls up the stairs and the moment is shattered… for you at least. Eddie doesn’t move at all, keeping your legs open for him. 

“Nah we’re good, might start in on that cake while we wait!” 

Buck gasps dramatically as he and Maddie head out “You better not touch that without me!!” You hear the front door shut and Eddie immediately adjusts your bodies, laying you down at a better angle for his fingers to sink deep inside you 

“Can you take two?” He whispers in your ear, his voice is breathy and a bit strained… you can feel why, pushing into your back. He doesn’t have time to stretch you properly like he’s aching to do, he doesn’t know when they’ll be back. 

“Your hand is a lot bigger than mine,” you tell him, looking up. He takes his other hand, holding it up to yours, and smirks a little 

“Yeah, it is… isn’t it?” 

“I want to try anyway”

He doesn’t hesitate in the least and you feel his fingers teasing your clit, smearing your wetness over your lips. His hand comes back over your mouth in case they walk back in as he slowly slides his fingers inside you, allowing you time to adjust a bit before he curls his fingers upwards. 

He slowly works his fingers in and out, following the curves of your body. You pant harshly, whiny and needy for him. 

“Can’t wait to get you home” He bites his lip, and you feel him shift against your back. 

“Can’t wait to have this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock. Look at how good you’re taking my fingers baby girl… imagine taking this cock instead”

He tilts your head down, making you watch the way your pussy grips his fingers as they thrust in and out of you. They’re coated in your slick more and more with each thrust. He has to bite back his moan as he watches you cum on his fingers, your pussy clenching around them. He chuckles lowly, watching your hips move on them as you fuck yourself on his hand 

“That’s it pretty girl” He purrs “That’s my good girl” He doesn’t stop until you’re whining from the overstimulation and you look exhausted. He pulls his fingers away, his eyes roll back as he sees how sticky and wet they are. He smirks as he stares you down, sucking your juices from his fingers. His eyes flutter closed after a moment, savoring your taste and it’s downright dirty. 

“Fuck I knew you would taste good, from the moment I saw you I knew my sugar cube would be the death of me”

Buck and Maddie come back to you and Eddie folding clothes together on the couch while watching TV. You’re sat as far apart as you can be 

“Did I miss something?” Buck asks as he puts together another box 

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s tone is nonchalant as he folds one of your skirts 

“You guys are like 10 feet apart. Did you fight??” 

“Buck they’re like a pillow away” Maddie sits in between you two and starts folding with you guys

“Okay but you know them” Buck puts his hands on his hips and you get up from the couch, tossing your shirt into a box 

“Come on let’s go upstairs and toss more clothes down” You walk past Buck and Eddie doesn’t even look 

Buck looks at you, and then back at Eddie, and then back to you again, and one more time at Eddie 

“Later” Eddie mouths and Buck glares at him but shrugs it off because he’s one thousand percent getting the story out of one of you.

It doesn’t take long once you all stop goofing off. You and Buck take all the boxes to his Jeep and awkwardly fit them all in. Eddie sits in the backseat next to two boxes and you sit in his lap, so the front seat can also have a couple of boxes, and because Buck says you have a way less chance of being pulled over that way. 

“I swear to god no funny business back there” Buck threatens and you look at Eddie, who can’t help but lean his head against your arm and burst into giggles. You face forward, you back against his chest and lean into him, turning your head to kiss his cheek 

“Gonna keep me safe?” You ask and he shrugs 

“Or I’ll throw you out the window, haven’t decided yet”

Your mouth drops open and he snickers 

“I’m moving back in with Buck!” You hiss and he smirks, nuzzling into your neck and kissing it 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re stuck with me. Besides it’ll be fun to live with your best friend and not your brother” 

“Since when are you her best friend” Buck snorts as he looks at you two in the review mirror 

“Since this afternoon,” He says with a shit-eating grin on his face and you elbow him in the ribs 

Eddie stands in front of you now, his hands on his hips as you set the last box down in the spare room, your new bedroom. Buck left to go visit with the Bennetts after piling your boxes on the front porch and Eddie helped you drag them inside, even if he shouldn’t have. He kicked a couple of them slowly down the hallway and into the spare room while you picked up what you could. 

“All moved in,” He says, not bothering to hide his excitement and you smirk, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. You look up at him, your chin on his chest as you smile 

“Uh huhhh, all moved in. Just me and you roomie. And again, thank you so much for the raised garden bed, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble” 

“Hey, it was nothing. I know how much you love your plants. I wanted you to have something that would make you happy every day you saw it…”  

Your hands trail over his torso, just like he’d done to you. He watches you as you tilt your head down and look at his belt. You work it open, nuzzling your head sleepily in his chest 

“Watcha doin' there sweet girl?” He chuckles, letting you continue your little expedition 

“Nothin..”

“Nothin' huh?” 

“Uh huh” You let his jeans pool around his feet and he actually steps out of them, kicking them to the side 

“Doesn’t feel like nothin”

“Oh?” Your hand slides down the front of his boxers, your fingers brush over his cock and he gasps softly, feeling your hand wrap around him 

“S-shit” He breathes out heavily and your cheeks flush. You give it a couple of tentative strokes, feeling his precum get on your hand too. You look up at him, your eyes softly hooded 

“Is that okay?” You keep stroking him, tortuously slow, enjoying the way he whimpers into his knuckles. He pushes you backward with his body, your hand never leaving his cock. Your back hits the wall and you squeak, he braces himself on the wall, his hand above your head 

“Yeah” His voice is deep and husky “Yeah that’s okay” He tilts your chin up and kisses you, it’s a bit rough and needy and your hand starts to speed up. He growls against your lips, trying to keep from thrusting his hips up into your hand. 

He grabs your wrist, pulling it from his boxers for a second, and holds it up 

“Lick” he instructs you and you do as he says, tasting him on your hand. He shoves your wrist back down his boxers, and your hand slides easier now, wrapped right around his cock. He groans loudly, and you feel the tiniest snap of his hips. You pick up the pace, watching his mouth fall open in an O shape as you jerk him off  His head falls to your shoulder, and you listen to his soft pants, and his quiet little whines… he sounds absolutely pathetic and you giggle, turning to kiss his cheek

“Come on baby… I wanna hear you” You whisper in his ear and his whimpers get louder. He does start to frantically thrust into your hand, pinning you to the wall and getting off on you. 

“Wish it was your pussy” He says, his voice cracking a little in desperation 

“Wish I could fuck you right against this wall an watch your ass shake from how hard I’m pounding it”

Your hand speeds up again and he cries out, cumming all over it and the front of your shirt. He thrusts into your hand a few more times as you milk his cock, spilling out every last drop. 

You do your best to support his shaking frame, but he’s a lot bigger than you. You hold him up, pulling your hand away from his limp cock, and start licking your fingers. He looks at you like he can’t wrap his head around what he’s seeing. You stare into his eyes as you lick your hand clean with a satisfied little smile and his eyes roll back as he pushes himself off the wall. 

“I’m gonna make you pay for that, Sugar Cube”

Eddie lays in bed staring up at the ceiling. He can’t get over that surprised look on your face as he came all over your hand. Honestly, he can’t get over the feeling of your hand. He can still feel it, the way your nimble fingers wrapped around his cock… his hand doesn’t compare in the least. He strokes himself slowly, dreaming about what you would look like on your knees for him. You’d look so pretty staring up at him with those sweet doe eyes, his cock tapping heavily against your sweet lips 

“Eddie?” He’s startled out of his daydream by your small knock at the door, he covers himself and sits up, running his other hand through his hair 

“Uh… yeah, yeah babe what’s up?” His voice is strained as you open the door and poke your head into his room 

“Uhh…it’s kinda childish” 

You scoot into the bedroom and shut the door, looking around suspiciously

“What is it??” He looks around himself, for whatever the heck you’re looking for

“I had a bad dream” You sigh, letting your head fall against the door and he smirks scooting over in bed and patting it 

“Come on you” 

You bounce on the bed as you get in, immediately snuggling into his arms and curling your body into his. It’s a perfect fit, it always has been. He leans down and kisses your head softly, wrapping his arms around you protectively 

“I’m uh… I’m sorry if earlier was a little forward” You blush as you lay your head against his chest. His pecs are smooth and squishy and the perfect pillow 

“You’re saying sorry?? When I literally touched you while your family was right downstairs?” He snickers, shaking his head 

“Oh Sugar Cube, you’ve got a funny sense of guilt” 

“I should honestly kick your ass for that one” You glare at him and he smirks, you feel him push you back a little so you’re laying flat on your back 

“I said I was sorry” He grins, not sorry in the slightest. You feel him rest between your legs, his favorite place to be it seems 

“Maybe we can… finish something we started?” He asks quietly, and you can feel his hardness poking against your panties 

“It’s not really sex if you don’t put it in?” You snicker, quoting him and he brings your thigh up and hooks your knee around his waist. He rubs your smooth thigh, squeezing it in his hands and massaging it 

“See! Now you’re getting it!” He puts more weight on you, his cock heavy between your legs, you gasp softly, letting your eyes flutter closed and he smirks 

“This cool?” He asks softly, nuzzling your neck as his hips start to roll in those delicious little circles. 

“Mhmmm” you hum in his ear “So cool” you shudder as he picks up the pace, he reaches down between the two of you, pulling your panties to the side, and grinds against your clit. Your hips jerk up into his and he chuckles, kissing your neck 

“Down, Baby” he purrs condescendingly in your ear. He smirks, feeling the front of his boxers get wetter 

“Oh… you like that, don’t you?” He squeezes your cheeks together in his hand making your lips pucker. He kisses them lightly 

“You like when I’m a little mean to you, huh?” He asks softly, turning your head and kissing your neck, not really giving you time to answer any of his questions 

“You just wait until you’re mine… I’ll show you what a good girl like you deserves” 

You didn’t know Eddie knew Spanish, okay maybe you did know and just forgot. But he’s whispering something in your ear as his hips pick up a bit more speed and press down into you harder and you’re praying you can control yourself and not flip him over and ride him until your legs give out.

He doesn’t waste any time as he pulls his boxers down, sliding his cock between your soaked folds, very carefully not inserting himself, and at this point, you’re about to just shove him down and do it anyway. 

“Fuck, such a needy little thing aren’t you?”

His moans are angelic. He’s not afraid to let you know just how good you’re making him feel. This isn’t going to last very long if he keeps moaning like that, saying whatever dirty things come to his mind. Your hands fly up to his face, cupping his cheeks and kissing him heatedly. You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and tug a bit, causing him to groan against your lips 

“Come on sugar… I know you can do better than that” He whispers tauntingly, his eyes dark and cloudy. His breath hitches as you tug harder, pulling him away to look at you  “Better?” You tease and you feel his hips stutter, he stops for a moment, a smug little smirk on his face 

“You’re gonna end this way too quickly”

“You have so much audacity blaming this on me Mr. I know you can do better than that” “

“Are we really gonna have this discussion right now?” He shakes his head chuckling 

“I think you’re using it as a distraction” 

“And you don’t? Need a distraction?” He scoffs

“Okay. Nice to know” 

“That’s not what I me-“

He covers your mouth, pushing you back in the pillows, he slaps your clit, and your body jolts as you cry into his hand

“Oh, bite my finger if you want me to stop okay?” He lifts his hand for a second, rubbing your reddening cunt 

“O-Okay” You nod slowly and he smiles, it’s not sweet in the least, there’s nothing “cute” about him right now. He’s a man on a mission with that devilish look in his eyes

“That’s my good girl” he coos softly 

He covers your mouth again, as you moan and whimper pathetically on his fingers. He’s merciless with the way they plunge in and out of you, his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. This is nothing like it was earlier, no he wants to make you squirt now that you’re in his bed. His knuckles shine with your juices as he laughs evilly in your ear, his voice deep and molten as he watches you come undone all over him.

“Holy shit” He whispers in your ear and your eyes widen, as he keeps going, pulling another orgasm from you. It’s like he can’t get enough of the way you keen and cry out his name, cursing at him over and over like a broken record. His long fingers stroke over that spongy spot one more time and you’re squirting, your hips rising off the bed while crying out loudly.

You manage to push him away before he does it for a third time. He pulls his hand from your mouth and slides his hand down your body, keeping your legs spread for him. 

“Fuck I wish I was recording that” 

He likes watching the way you’re lying there now, an overwhelmed, dazed little smile on your lips. He wants to take a picture of you like this, with your hazy afterglow and shaky thighs. 

Instead, he takes your hand, using you to stroke his cock. You squeeze a bit while biting your lip as hot, thick, white ropes coat your sopping cunt. It takes everything in him not to drag it over your clit with his tip and stuff it back in you, making you take each drop. 

“One day…” He promises, panting harshly after finishing like that and using his fingers instead of his tip to tease your overstimulated body with his cum. 

“One day I’m gonna stuff your pretty pussy and take pictures of the way it drips from you” 

He taps your lips with his fingers “Clean up, honey” He tells you, grinning wickedly when your lips wrap around his fingers and you eagerly lick them clean, he loves how sleepy and cock drunk you look. He’s even more excited to find out how you look when he finally gets to fuck you dumb.

“We’re going to need to discuss limits sometime soon Sugar Cube… I wanna know just how far I’m allowed to push you” 

[buddiekinard]

"You need to relax." Eddie rolls his eyes. "You have nothing to worry about, Buck."

"What if I pick the wrong on? What if he hates it?" Buck turns to Eddie. "What if I'm making a huge mistake and he - " Eddie puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and forces Buck to look into his eyes like he's done so many times before. "Don't be an idiot. I mean, I get that that's why we love you - Tommy included - but don't be an idiot. You're forgetting, I'm his friend too."

Buck turns back to the glass counter full of rings. "Yeah, yeah. You're right. And we've talked about this. We both want this. It's just a matter of when, right?" "Right. Now, which one?" Buck bites his lip. He knows this isn't the most important decision he'll ever have to make, but right now it feels like it is. "I don't know. That's why I brought you." "I did not come here to pick out your boyfriend's engagement ring. I came here to make sure you didn't chicken out and leave the store without buying one." Eddie bumps his shoulder against Buck's. "Come on, Buck. He's going to say yes. This is just a formality."

"But it matters, you know. I want it to be perfect."

"I know you do. You're Buck."

Buck sucks in a breath and looks down at the case. He spots the perfect ring tucked in the corner - not plain but nothing too fancy or elaborate that would feel out of place on Tommy. It's perfect. He points it out and says "that one."

Eddie takes it upon himself to wave one of the sales people over so that Buck can get it packed up and ready to go and by the time they leave the shop there's a small velvet box tucked inside Buck's coat pocket. "You know, this doesn't guarantee that I'll be your best man. Tommy might win."

"Fuck you, Diaz. I locked that down nearly a decade ago." Buck snorts. "You're not getting out of throwing me a fucking killer bachelor party."

"You're so sure of yourself." "Obviously."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Maybe he'll say no." "Stop!"

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. "Get in the truck." Once they're both settled, seatbelts on, and Eddie starts up the engine he turns to Buck and looks at him seriously. "And Buck, don't chicken out. You're going to ask that man to marry you, and he's going to say yes, and you're going to get the happy ending you've always wanted."

"Yeah." Buck nods. "Yeah, you're right. I know you're right."

"I know I'm right."

As they drive off, Buck just stares out the window and can't help but smile. He feels light.