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robinminustherichard · 1 month ago

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And Falling Apart is The Only Way

Gen | BuckTommy | Spec/ MCD Aftermath | Good Friend Eddie Diaz

It's the night of the funeral that Eddie calls Tommy, and Tommy picks up because he walked away from them all after the ceremony and he figured someone would call eventually.

"Hey, Eddie," Tommy says, quiet in his house by himself, TV muted and playing a recap of the last A's game.

Immediately, Tommy clocks the grief and frustration in Eddie's voice. He tenses.

"Tommy," Eddie begins, blowing out a breath before continuing, "I need you to come to my--Buck's house."

Tommy's shoulders go rigid and his throat goes tight, worry coiling deep in his chest.

"What happ--"

"Nothing. He's fine." Eddie bites out, nearly a growl, "he's just God damn fine."

Tommy feels his eyebrows draw together and slumps back into his couch cushions. "Eddie, I don't think he wants to see me right now, I--"

"Yeah, to be honest, I'm kind of counting on that."

Tommy feels anger flare up, but he tries to shut it down first, just like he has been this past week; having to stand next to Gerard at the service, having to listen to Athena's mother make a tasteless comment when she thought no one could see her, having to get dressed down and get handed his suspension three days ago. He takes a deep breath, knowing it's audible to Eddie, before responding.

"Look, Eddie," Tommy says, careful and measured, "I don't know what you're trying to say here, but I don't think now is the time for Evan and I to talk. He has a lot going on, obviously. Before he called me for the helicopter ride, we didn't exactly leave things on good terms--"

"Yeah, asshole, I know what you said to him." Eddie says, sharp and hissing, "I know what he said to you. I also know that he called you and you came running, not just for Chim."

"Alright--" Tommy starts, feeling heat and rage building up his spine, but Eddie cuts him off again.

"I also know that you are the only person he has let himself break down in front of. That night, after...after Bobby died," Eddie's voice breaks here, "I know you picked him up and brought him home and I can't repay you for it. I have to ask you to do it again."

Tommy sits, struck silent by the sudden desperation that cracks through Eddie's voice.

"And," Eddie starts again, "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a dick, not tonight of all nights. But Buck is numb right now, he's acting like he's fine, he won't stop moving and doing things, and helping. I know he thinks he's doing the right thing but I have to go back to Texas tomorrow and I'm afraid that this is going to kill him too."

"Eddie..." Tommy practically whispers, feeling like his strings have been cut. He's eying his keys and wallet where they sit by the door.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I have to ask you to come over. I'm his best friend but I've been a pretty shitty one and I just can't get him to break out of this--this mask he has on. Please, Tommy. Please come over. Karen said I can crash on their couch tonight, and I'll come back on the morning."

"What if--what if I make it worse?" Tommy asks, suddenly scared. He's getting up though, headed for his shoes because as he's come to find out he has a really hard time staying away from Evan Buckley.

"I don't think there is worse, Tommy. I think there is Buck, shouldering this until he breaks down. I can't let him go back to work like this. I can't leave California thinking he's going to act risky on a rescue and get himself--"

Eddie can't finish, and Tommy gets it. He knows, on a micro level, what it's like to lose Evan Buckley. He knows what it would do to him, to everyone, for it to happen completely.

Tommy's got his boots on and his wallet in his pocket and his keys in his hands and he's doing this.

"Okay," he says, itching to just go already. "Okay, Eddie, I'm coming. I'll be there in twenty."

Eddie breathes, and Tommy hears the slightest sniffle. "Thank you, Tommy--" he starts, before Tommy suddenly hears Evan's voice calling in the background, "Eddie? Who are you talking to?"

"Just Chris," Eddie says back, and Tommy winces. The call hangs up, but Tommy doesn't let it deter him. He walks out of his front door.

The drive passes in a blur, and suddenly he's at Buck's house, and Eddie meets him at the door.

"Thank you. I'm sorry." Is all Eddie says before he smoothly slips out the door with a bag over his shoulder and heads right for Evan's truck. The door closes behind him and Tommy stares into the house, can hear Evan moving around in the kitchen.

"Eddie?" Evan's voice calls, and he rounds the corner in an apron, drying his hands on a towel, but stops short when he sees Tommy. "Tommy. What--where's--"

"Eddie went to Hen and Karen's. He called me."

Tommy sees the flip, sees what must be scaring Eddie so badly. Evan's jaw sets, his shoulders pull back, his eyes harden.

"Well," he says coolly, "I'm fine. If he needed time away from me he could have just--"

"That's not why," Tommy says, keeping his hands at his waist and his eyes trained on Evan. Tommy knows this isn't like talking someone off the edge, this is going to be fight. "He's worried about you."

Evan scoffs, throws the towel across his shoulder and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm fine, Tommy. I'm sorry you came all this way, I made a coffee cake of you want some--"

"I don't think you are fine, Evan." Tommy says bluntly. Evan's jaw ticks slightly, and Tommy's like a bloodhound with a scent. "I think you're acting fine for everyone else--"

"I know how I feel--"

"I'm not saying you don't. I'm saying you're lying to everyone--"

"I'm not lying!" Evan says, volume rising but still controlled, "I am fi--"

"Stop tell me you're fine," Tommy cuts across him, realizing that this is the most emotion he's seen from Evan since Tommy had held him in the back of the ambulance that followed Chimney and Hen to the hospital, the thought Eddie was right shooting through him.

"I am!" Evan shouts, throwing his hands up. "I'm fine. Bobby said I would be okay and I am. He said the others would need me."

Tommy's heart breaks then, feels a cracking below his ribs, feels sick to his stomach. Evan's eyes have gone glossy and he's blinking quick.

"I'm sorry he said that to you, Evan."

That pulls Evan up short, confusion and upset breaking through his mask. "No, no, it's--" Evan starts, but Tommy's got the thread now. He knows how to unravel this. He takes a step closer, slowly.

"I'm sorry Bobby said that," another step forward, "I don't know if he meant this, Evan."

"Tommy--" Evan says weakly, not moving even as Tommy gets closer, "that's not fair, don't say that. Why are you here? You left, you--"

Tommy knows what Evan's doing, a last ditch effort to slice at Tommy and get him to turn around. Tommy won't, not this time.

"I'm sorry Bobby died, Evan," Tommy says, just a few steps away now, "I'm sorry you think he meant that you had to be strong for everyone and not let anyone know how badly this hurts. That's not what he meant, Evan."

"Stop, please, stop Tommy--" Evan chokes out, taking a stumbling step back as Tommy continues to advance.

"Bobby, like everyone else, always knew that your heart is what makes you, Evan," Tommy says, stopping when he's within grabbing distance, "he would never want you to cut yourself off from it like this. I think he wanted you to be okay not now but later--he wanted you to know that it's going to be good when you're happy again, some day."

Evan blinks, once, twice, and he can't keep the tears at bay any longer. They slide down his cheeks in thick drops, his breathing grows ragged. He says nothing, just looks at Tommy with a face that's a combination of grief and fear.

"Evan," Tommy says slowly and carefully, looking Evan in the eyes and reaching hand out to grab his arm, "I know Bobby was like a dad to you, and he died. He's dead, and I'm so sorry."

Tommy yanks, and Evan comes to him with no resistance. Tommy grabs him up in his arms and feels it when Evan's legs give out. Tommy drops them slowly to the floor as Evan lets out a heaving sob, and grips him as hard as he can, crushing Evan to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Evan." Tommy says again over Evan's sobs and wails.

"He--he--" Evan tries to speak but he can't get the words out, Tommy lets him try anyway, "He said he loved--"

Tommy feels the muscles in his arms clench and protest at the way he's gripping Evan, afraid that Evan will fly apart if he lets go.

"How do I do this? How do I do this without him?" Evan gets out in stops and starts, chest heaving against Tommy's, "How could he leave me?"

Tommy just holds him as waves of grief and anger in equal measure seek to wash over him.

Tommy doesn't know how long they stay there on the floor, too long probably for his knees and back, but Evan eventually quiets in his arms. He loosens his grip once and Evan jerks like he's been hit, so Tommy tightens his arms once more.

Evan's breathing finally evens out, his sobs subside, and he pulls his head up to look at Tommy.

"You came," Evan says, red rimmed eyes fighting valiantly to show hope admist all of their tragedy. "After I ignored you for days."

"I can't stay away from you for very long," Tommy says before his brain can catch up with his mouth, "also, Eddie is kind of an asshole when he wants to be, but he cares. He wants to make sure you're taken care of too."

Buck nods, gulping and snaking an arm out of Tommy's hold to wipe at his face.

"I didn't--I thought I was hiding it well. I thought I was doing what Bobby said."

Tommy sighs, not unkindly, and lifts a hand to cradle Evan's jaw.

"I meant what I said. I think...I think Bobby was telling you that losing him was going to hurt you, but one day you'll be okay. It won't hurt any less, but you'll have room for everything else. And...when he said that the others would need you, he meant that you can't follow him. There are so many people in your life that need you."

Evan makes a wounded noise and leans into Tommy's hand, "I wouldn't--"

"That's what was scaring Eddie so much," Tommy says, cutting him off far more gently than earlier, "he was scared to go back to Texas not knowing if you would start taking unnecessary risks on the job."

Evan is quiet, heartbreak in his eyes but no denial. They're both quiet as Evan lets it sink in. Eventually, Tommy sees exhaustion settle onto Evan. His shoulders slump and his mouth is parted on slightly labored breathing.

"Let's get you to bed, huh?" Tommy says, preparing them to stand, "it's been a long day."

Tommy gets to his feet and pulls Evan up with him, turning and leading them to the bedroom. He gently pushes Evan toward his dresser to change and Tommy steps back into the kitchen to turn the lights off and drain the sink where Evan had been hand washing dishes. He fills up a glass of water to bring back with him.

When he returns to the bedroom, Evan is sitting on the edge in a pair of shorts and ragged looking t-shirt. Tommy stands in front of him and speaks gently.

"You should try to sleep, Evan," Tommy hands over the water and is satisfied when Evan automatically drinks half of it. "I can crash on the couch, okay? Eddie said he'll be back in the morning."

Evan nods, but looks far away for a moment. Tommy makes a move to start heading out but is stopped when Evan half rises from the bed and gets a hand on Tommy's wrist.

"Wait. I know--" he says, sounding nervous but determined, "I know we aren't, uh, together right now. But. I lov--"

"Wait," Tommy interrupts him, and Evan looks at him in despair. Tommy gently pushes him back onto the bed and sits next to him. He twists his hand out of Evan's grip and grabs at both of Evan's instead, holds them in his lap. "In the morning, we can talk."

"Bobby died without me saying it to him, Tommy." Tears gather again in Evan's eyes, but his voice is steel, "I'm not going to have anyone else not know."

Tommy nods, and takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Okay," Tommy says, and feels courage strike through him, "I love you, Evan."

Evan's breath hitches, and he looks at Tommy with a trembling mouth.

"I love you too, Tommy."

After everything, it's Evan's small but determined voice in that moment that brings tears to Tommy's eyes. He grabs Evan again and holds him to his chest, sets a kiss on Evan's birthmark and looks at the cieling, overwhelmed.

"Okay," Tommy whispers, feeling for the first time in a week that he's got somewhere to go from here, "Okay, Evan. We're going to be alright."

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #adding my spec/aftermath to the mix bc yall have been writing some amazing ones #911 spoilers #911 #good friend eddie diaz #major character death aftermath #not super edited sorry #rob fics

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megalony · 2 months ago

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This Isn't Planned

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine that I am hoping to do a few more parts to.

(This is a version of Baby Trapped as requested)

I hope you will all like it, please let me know what you think.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n) finds out she's pregnant, she worries what everyone will think. After all, she's younger than Eddie, and a lot of people like to judge.

Enjoy.

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Nerves and a multitude of trepadition flooded (Y/n)'s stomach as she approached the open shutters to the station.

It wasn't very often that she came by, unless Eddie invited her when they were having some kind of open day to the public or he wanted to swing by and grab something that he forgot.

(Y/n) knew the team, she had met them numerous times and had been out for drinks with them all, but it simply wasn't often that she stopped by or hung out with them here at their place of work. But this couldn't wait. She needed to speak to Eddie because if she waited any longer, (Y/n) was sure she was going to combust with nervous energy and paranoia.

Her hands entwined and pinned together in front of her and the handle of her bag was being pinned so tightly beneath her arm that it was starting to cut off her circulation.

She tried to keep her steps light to stop her shoes from clicking loudly against the gleaming tiles that looked freshly mopped. She didn't want to announce her presence with the clicking of her shoes. If she was being honest with herself, (Y/n) didn't want to announce her presence at all. She wanted to sneak in, locate Eddie and have a quiet word before sneaking back out again like she had never been here in the first place. But she knew that wasn't going to be possible.

"Hey (Y/n)."

Buck's unusually bright voice caused (Y/n)'s head to snap to the left and she mustered the best smile she could when he walked over to her.

"Hi."

"You good, Eddie never said you were dropping by." Both Buck's hands planted down on his hips and (Y/n) noticed a dust rag sticking out of his side pocket. He had been cleaning up, clearly they had been having a slow morning so far rather than being rushed off their feet.

"I'm okay thanks, I uh, I was just passing and thought I might be able to have a word with him?" She knew she must have sounded like a meek litle child or even like a mouse among humans, especially with how her arms bound around her middle and a sheepish smile flooded her face.

She didn't want to interrupt or cause any grief if Eddie and the team were too busy, but she hoped he might just be able to spare a few minutes to talk to her.

Buck seemed to agree, judging by the grin that spread across his face and the understanding that pooled in his eyes.

(Y/n) got along well with Buck. She liked all the team, she thought they were lovely and unusual characters and they had all been welcoming since Eddie introduced (Y/n) to them.

And the main thing was that none of them seemed to judge the age difference between the couple. (Y/n) was by far the youngest out of them all, and Eddie was just over ten years older than (Y/n). The age difference wasn't a big thing to either of them, it didn't come into any aspect of their relationship or get in the way, but it was something others liked to judge them on.

But not the team. No one on the team commented that they thought (Y/n) was too young for Eddie or that she seemed like a teenager. They didn't frown on the couple or think they weren't suited, and they treated (Y/n) like the adult she was and like she had been one of them since the very beginning. (Y/n) had never felt so included and understood before.

"He's been doing inventory, you'll catch him down there. He'll be glad of a distraction, it's been pretty slow around here this morning."

"Thanks Buck."

"Come upstairs for a coffee when you're done."

With a nod of her head, (Y/n) turned and aimed for the corridor next to the locker room. She knew from the tour she'd had of the station that they had two supply rooms down here, and Bobby's office. Eddie must have been very bored if he was offering to do inventory, which was something Buck often did.

It didn't take long for (Y/n) to head down the corridor and find one of the supply room doors slightly ajar. She nudged the door with her foot and peeked her head round to lock eyes on her partner.

Eddie was stood with his back to the door and one hip cocked out to the side. He was silently nodding his head like there was music playing inside his mind and the pen in his hand was tapping against the clipboard he held in his other hand.

"Hard at work, I see." A grin spread across (Y/n)'s lips when Eddie spun round so fast the edge of his clipboard whacked into one of the shelves beside him.

"Hey baby, what're you doing here?"

Eddie set the clipboard and pen down on one of the shelves, silently thankful to have a distraction from the inventory that had been turning his brain into slush for the last forty minutes or so.

He stepped forward until he was close enough to loop his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and reel her into his chest. He liked the way her hands settled on his shoulders and the smile that danced across her lips like she was still nervous about coming down to the station to see him.

He ducked his head down and stole a kiss, tasting the cherry lip balm (Y/n) used which made him trace his tongue over her lips to savour the taste.

(Y/n) felt him murmuring "You okay?" against her lips and she tried to hum so he wouldn't worry about why she had turned up out of the blue. Because they both knew this wasn't like (Y/n). She knew Eddie's job was important and challenging, she only liked to turn up at the station if she had an invite or she was dropping something off or it was something urgent.

She would hate to be a burden or for any of the team to think of her as clingy or annoying or in the way.

Eddie rested his temple against (Y/n)'s, nudging their noses together as he opened his eyes and tried to scan her features for any indication as to whether she had just turned up on a whim or if she had something she wanted to talk about.

His thumbs stroked up and down her waist and he pulled her that little bit closer until he couldn't breathe without his chest pressing out against (Y/n)'s. Just the way he liked it.

"Did you just come by to distract me?" There was a teasing tone to Eddie's voice and when (Y/n) grinned, he pecked another kiss to her lips.

(Y/n) slithered her hands up from Eddie's shoulders so she was cupping either side of his neck instead. Her fingers grazed along his skin and she took a second to hold her breath to see if it would slow down the rapid pulse throbbing through her veins and arteries.

"I uh, I came to show you something."

"Oh really?" The way Eddie's lips quirked up caused (Y/n) to roll her eyes but she couldn't stop from smiling. He was calming her down without even knowing it, and she was thankful for that.

All the way down here to the station- which had taken longer because (Y/n) decided she would walk to clear her head- she had been mulling over how to say this and what to do. She had no idea how Eddie was going to react or if he would be pleased about what she had to tell him, but (Y/n) knew she had to go into this with a smile or else she might burst into tears.

"Nothing like that, you're on duty you know." The only response she gained was a him and a biting smirk.

Her hands slowly dropped from Eddie's neck and glided up and down his arms before she stepped back so their was an air of space between them. It caused her to back herself up against the wall, but that was okay. She leaned her shoulders back against the wall, propping herself up while she let her bag drop down from her shoulder to hang in the crook of her elbow.

She felt cold when Eddie's hands left her hips but she had to divert her eyes down to her bag when Eddie clamped his hands down on his own hips instead. He looked cocky without meaning to, he looked dominating and authoritiative and (Y/n) didn't need any distractions, not with the news she was about to give him.

A quiet "Here," left her lips when she took the small bundle of lilac tissue paper from her bag and held it out towards Eddie, waving her hand up and down until he got the hint and took what she was offering.

His lips morphed into a confused smile that flashed his pearly whites and adrenaline buzzed in his chest when he took the bundle he presumed was some kind of gift. Considering it was tissue paper and very thin and flimsy, it was folded and bent so neatly it looked like a rectangle box.

Eddie tried his best not to tear the paper when he unfolded it and peered inside, shaking the paper to slide whatever was hidden within so it was resting in the palm of his hand instead.

"Is- are you sure?"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to lift her head as she nodded. Her bag dropped from her elbow to rest on the floor by her feet and her hands began to knot together in front of her out of anxious habit.

"I- I went to the doctor this morning."

She was pregnant.

This wasn't exactly planned. They hadn't been together long enough to start thinking- let alone planning- about a family together. They didn't even live together. But (Y/n) had picked up on the signs and symptoms she had been having recently and as soon as she took the test, she booked an appointment to be doubly sure and to make sure this wasn't some kind of false positive.

They were going to have a baby. This was a new experience for (Y/n), she'd never felt comfortable enough in the few other relationships she'd had to think about settling down, but with Eddie it was different. He was already a dad, he had Chris who (Y/n) thought was endearing and who she got along with like a house on fire.

Eddie had been in this situation before, he had done this before and even though it hadn't worked out, it was still a comfort to (Y/n) to know that Eddie had done this and he knew roughly what they were doing. If indeed they were going to do this.

A gasp erupted from (Y/n)'s lips and her body jolted when Eddie's arms were suddenly back around her waist again.

She locked her arms around his neck when her feet were no longer touching the floor and she couldn't breathe when her chest slumped down against Eddie's. He hoisted her off her feet without a second thought. He buried his face in the crook of her neck which allowed (Y/n) to feel the tears soaking into her skin and the melodic laugh he let out which caused shivers to shoot through her nerves.

He wasn't angry. He wasn't shouting or backing away or going into a panic attack. He wasn't telling her that this was too soon, that they weren't prepared for this and couldn't have a baby right now.

He was genuinely happy.

"You're- you're not mad?" (Y/n)'s feet still couldn't touch the floor when Eddie lifted his head from her neck and leaned back so he could look at her properly. He still had a smile plastered across his face, but confusion pooled in his eyes as his head angled to one side.

"Why would I be mad?"

(Y/n) wanted to bow her head, but it was rather hard when that meant either headbutting Eddie's chin or leaning on him awkwardly. She settled for tightening her arms around his neck and adverting her gaze down to his lips for a moment or two to distract herself.

"I just- I… this isn't planned, that's all." She almost felt ashamed for asking, but she hadn't been certain if Eddie would be thrilled or riled up about this. She had been hoping for this reaction as much as she had been dreading the opposite.

"Maybe not, but this is still good news, we might just have to sort a few things out. Can't have you and a baby living apart from me and Chris, can we?"

Maybe this wasn't the ideal situation, getting pregnant before they'd even discussed moving in together or talked about anything long term, but that didn't matter. Eddie didn't care about that. He and Shannon had barely moved in together before they found out they were expecting Chris.

Eddie loved (Y/n), Chris was enamoured with her too. Having a baby just meant they were going to be a bigger, proper family together.

It felt like a weight had been lifted from (Y/n)'s shoulders and she angled her head up to steal a searing kiss from Eddie just as he leaned forward to finally set her back down to her feet. His arms stayed tightly bound around her waist and he groaned against her lips when she tangled her fingers in the short hairs at the back of his head.

"Do you think Chris will be happy?" (Y/n) huffed playfully when Eddie looked up at the ceiling and pressed his lips into a thin line like he was seriously contemplating the question.

But he just as quickly began to smile again as he leaned down to nudge his nose against hers. "I think he's gonna be over the moon when we tell him."

***

(Y/n) smothered a groan by turning her head to the side and burying her face in the pillow.

It felt like her head was being smashed with a hammer and although curling up into a ball had made her feel somewhat better, it wasn't helping in the long run.

She wasn't sure what time it was, or indeed how long she had been awake for now, but (Y/n) knew she wasn't going to be able to sleep any longer. It wasn't like it was even the middle of the night, it was probably the middle of the afternoon. She only knew it wasn't late because she hadn't heard Chris bounding around the house yet.

She had stayed over last night and now (Y/n) was suddenly glad she did, because she felt horrid this morning. She had clambered out of bed just in time to throw up in the bathroom, and Eddie had been a bit more than worried when he couldn't even get (Y/n) to keep a drink down.

It had been his idea for her to stay in bed, and considering she couldn't get up and didn't have the energy to try either. Eddie had laid in bed with her for most of the morning, but when (Y/n) finally fell asleep, he decided to move about the house for a while and tidy up.

Eddie was glad that in a few weeks, (Y/n) would be properly and officially moved in with them. That way he could keep a better eye on her and make sure she was alright, especially if morning sickness was going to continue like this.

(Y/n) tiredly rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling through bleary eyes. She should probably get up. She couldn't really lay in bed all afternoon when she had been here all morning.

The doorbell jolted (Y/n) out of her wallowing state but from the bedroom she couldn't hear any voices. She knew Eddie had gone to the door and since this was his home anyway and no one knew she was about to move in, it wasn't as if whoever was at the door would be here to see (Y/n).

Eddie couldn't think who it would be at the door. His fingers carded through his hair as he padded across to the door. It wouldn't be Buck, he would be out at the gym round about now since it was his day off too. And Hen and Chimney didn't turn up unannounced unless it was some kind of emergency. And Eddie couldn't think of a time when Bobby had come round to his house rather than simply calling him.

His jaw went slack and his body shuddered when he opened the door and looked at the person stood on the other side.

Oh dear.

Shannon.

Her long brown curls were hanging over her shoulders and her fringe, as always, was cut very close to her eyes like she used her fringe as a curtain to hide away from the world. But there was something scrutinising behind her eyes that made Eddie want to slam the door shut in her face and have a layer of protection between them.

Shannon's smile wasn't inviting. It was a tight smile, as if smiling any wider or relaxing any further would cause her to fragment into pieces.

She had one hand around her bag on her shoulder and her other hand was nervously rubbing across her hip like she had too much energy and didn't know what to do with herself. An old nervous habit that Eddie recognised. For being the 'bad husband' that Shannon always liked to tell him he was, he had noticed all the little things about her.

"What're you doing here?" Eddie tried his hardest to keep his tone neutral but it was extremely hard when Shannon was staring through him with those piercing eyes and an upturned nose. She looked displeased, but it wasn't like she had any right.

Shannon couldn't just turn up here whenever she felt like it. If she wanted to see Chris she had to call first and arrange a date to visit, and they didn't usually do visits at home. It had been well over a year since Chris had last seen Shannon, she hadn't been in town for months. Unscheduled visits weren't something Shannon was prone to doing and they weren't good for Chris as it unsettled and upset him.

"Hi to you too." Shannon's hand tightened around her bag and this time, she tried to force a smile.

Eddie was glad Chris was still at school. It meant he didn't have to try and keep his voice down or push Shannon onto the drive so Chris wouldn't see or hear her. It meant he could be rude without the risk of being heard.

"What do you want?"

Eddie's hand began to tap against the door while his other hand clamped down on his hip and his head angled to one side. He rose a brow, waiting impatiently to be told why she was here so he could give her a response and shut the door. He didn't want to be doing this. He wasn't in the mood for an argument or a debate with Shannon.

"I thought we could talk, about Chris."

Shannon pursed her lips and squared her shoulders like she was preparing herself for an interview. She tried to lean around Eddie and look into the house, but she couldn't see very much with the way he had angled the door and was stood in the way.

Now that was rich. After all these months, after barely any contact, she thought she had the right to show up and demand to talk. She thought Eddie would bow down and give in and let her talk to Chris or see him or arrange dates to see him.

"You got the papers, didn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question, and a half smile formed on Eddie's lips as he shook his head like Shannon was a child that had disappointed him.

She didn't need to say anything for Eddie to know the answer was yes. She had received the papers he'd sent her the other week. The ones asking her to sign over full custody of Chris to Eddie.

Part of Eddie had been praying that this wouldn't be a big deal to Shannon. She had left him and Chris four years ago and she only sporadically came back into Chris's life when she felt guilty or she felt like interacting with him. But they had never legally stated that Eddie was the primary carer. To the courts, to everyone else in the world, it was as if Shannon still had that motherly role.

But Eddie had been doing this on his own for years. Both their families knew Shannon had walked out on them and that Eddie was a single dad now.

And now (Y/n) was pregnant, Eddie needed some insurance. He needed to make it legal and binding that Chris was his and for Shannon's legal ties to be cut so if she tried any tricks to take Chris or get back into his life, she had no standing.

Eddie would never cut Shannon out completely. If she wanted updates on Chris, he would tell her and send her pictures. If Chris wanted to see her in the future then Eddie would sort that if Shannon could be bothered with them. But he didn't want Shannon trying to take back custody or causing any problems. It kept them all safer if he and (Y/n) were going to have a baby together and have a family of their own. Eddie wouldn't risk Shannon ruining what they had. And it meant that if somewhere down the line, Eddie and (Y/n) got married, adopting Chris could always be an option.

"Why did you send them? Why now?"

Eddie was sure he could see the beginning of tears in Shannon's eyes and it unsettled him to see her getting so emotional when in his mind, she didn't hold the right.

With a sigh, he opened the door wider and took a step back so she could come inside. It was easier than standing on the doorstep and arguing. But he wasn't welcoming her in. She wasn't going to get comfortable sitting down in the front room or being offered a drink in the kitchen. The hallway was as far as she was allowed; this was Eddie being generous.

He nudged the door shut and folded his arms over his chest, glancing down to his feet as he swayed from his heels to his toes, back and forth in a rocking motion to try and keep himself calm and centred.

Did Eddie have to tell Shannon everything that went on in his life? They hardly spoke, only when they wanted to arrange meets for Chris and that wasn't a regular occurrence in itself. But a pang did shoot through Eddie's chest at the thought that he was going to have to tell Shannon the truth. She would find out sooner or later through the grape vine.

Them having a baby changed things. It cemented things for Chris, it made them a family and a sibling was something Chris was going to talk about if he had more meetings with Shannon.

"What's going on Eddie? You've never even mentioned wanting sole custody before, not when we split, not when we divorced. What's happening?" Shannon copied Eddie's stance, folding her arms over her chest and her thin lips rolled together, her cheeks popping out as she waited for a response.

"Things are changing, I want some security for me and Chris. He's been with me for years, what's it matter if we make that legal?" Deflecting the question wasn't going to work and Eddie knew that when Shannon scoffed.

"It means you'll cut any visitation rights I have, it means if you move or something happens with Chris, you don't have a responsibility to tell me. I'm letting you have him Eddie, but I don't want to give up any rights I have with him."

"That's not why I'm doing this or I would have done it already." If that was the case then Eddie would have started this chain of events from the moment Shannon left.

If his sole intention was to cause her grief and pain and to cut her off from Chris, Eddie would have fought hard for sole custody and to cut any right Shannon had to their son. But this wasn't Eddie trying to cut all ties to Shannon or prevent her from ever seeing Chris, not that she was that involved anymore anyway. This was Eddie taking provisions for his family as a whole.

"Then why?"

"I'm having another kid, Shannon. I want things to be stable for all of us, and I don't wanna ever move Chris schools or move house and have everyone ask where his mother is and can she come in for a chat. This isn't me cutting you off, you did that yourself. I just… I want things less complicated."

The hurt was evident in Shannon's eyes and the way her lips parted and kept pulling down like she was trying so hard not to frown or break out into a rage.

Eddie wasn't sure she had any right or reason to be upset, but he didn't say anything. He didn't need that kind of argument on top of everything else. He just wanted things to be settled. He didn't want stress or problems, not like what he had dealt with before.

If Chris needed to switch schools, Eddie didn't want the hassle and drama of them asking for his mother's details and address and to contact her for any problems. He didn't want to move house and have to inform Shannon so she knew where Chris was. He didn't want people asking about Chris's mum or Shannon thinking this was a bargaining chip she could use to try and get Chris back or get back at Eddie.

Custody in writing was security, and that was what Eddie craved.

"You- you're having a baby?" The disbelief in Shannon's voice made Eddie wince. Why was it so hard to believe? Why was it hard to think of Eddie moving on? He didn't give it much thought when he wondered if Shannon had moved on.

Although he did wonder if she told her new partners about having a child. He wondered if she explained why she had left her son and why she rarely saw him or had any contact with him at all. Eddie wondered if people would leave her for that. He wasn't sure he would be happy in a relationship with someone who didn't see their child of their own voalition.

"Yeah." Eddie switched his weight from foot to foot as his arms dropped from his chest and one hand stuffed in his back pocket. He couldn't help but lower his eyes down to the floor so he didn't have to look up at his ex any longer.

"What does Chris think about this?" Shannon's folded arms dug into her waist like she was trying to comfort herself. Her lips were close to wavering and her nails were scratching up and down her exposed arms as her eyes bore into Eddie.

Once upon a time, she had imagined a big family with Eddie. He came from a large family, a lot of aunts and uncles and three younger sisters, family was something he held dear to him. Ideals changed when Eddie went for another tour in the army and Chris got his diagnosis.

She thought Eddie wouldn't have any more kids after Chris, the same way that Shannon wasn't going to have anymore kids either. It never occurred to her that Eddie divorced her with the intention of starting another family with someone else. Part of her felt betrayed, he was doing all of the things they had once done together, with someone else. She knew she had no right to feel this way, but seeing Eddie moving on without her was harder than she ever imagined.

"He's thrilled, we all are. So will you sign the papers or not?"

Shannon looked like she was going to argue, like she was about to break her tense composure and start a whole other argument that she was determined to win. And Eddie waited. His hands started to clench and twist and curl as he waited for her to start raising her voice and telling him all the ways he was being a bastard and how she wasn't going to let him do this to her.

But she didn't. Instead, Eddie watched as Shannon's attention seemed to be drawn somewhere else and when he followed her line of sight, his stomach tensed and filled with rocks.

"Is that her?" She was pointing at one of the pictures on the side table near the shoe rack.

Eddie knew Chris had an obsession with photos, he loved them especially old ones. And with half of their family being back in Texas, Eddie had ended up with lots of photos around the house. Some of his parents, his sisters, his cousins and aunts that lived back in Texas. There were pictures of the team in the living room because they were such an important part of Eddie and Chris's lives.

So it was only natural that sooner or later, a picture of (Y/n) would appear in the house. And in just a few months there would be another surge of photos littering the house. Photos of a new baby and of Chris with his new sibling. (Y/n) was a part of their home now and there were a few photos of her dotted around.

With one hand dragging along his chin and down the side of his neck, Eddie nodded and hummed. He knew there was no chance of (Y/n) and Shannon knowing one another, and (Y/n) didn't even know what Shannon looked like because the one photo of her in the house was tucked away in a drawer in Chris's bedroom.

But Eddie didn't like the way Shannon looked at the photo. He didn't like the way she leaned in, scrutinising the picture with beady eyes and lips curled into a grimace.

"Jesus Eddie, how old is she? Sixteen?" Shannon spoke without tearing her gaze away from the photo of Eddie and (Y/n) when they had been at the beach.

A nagging sense of panic started to rise in (Y/n)'s stomach when she heard those words. She had been two seconds away from walking out the bedroom when she heard that comment in that shrill voice.

From what (Y/n) could gather from the little conversation she had heard, Eddie was talking to Shannon. She didn't know his ex was in town, but (Y/n) doubted Eddie had known before now. (Y/n) wanted to go to the bathroom and try to liven herself up. Once she had looked at the time, she had slowly gotten dressed and made herself look more lively and normal.

She didn't want Chris to come home and see her looking ill like this, but she couldn't leave the bedroom now. Not when Shannon clearly didn't know (Y/n) was here and moving across the hallway to the bathroom meant she would be seen. It felt like she was intruding, hearing this conversation and the last thing (Y/n) wanted to do was eavesdrop. But they were talking about her, so surely it didn't really count.

Her head angled down and both arms moved to bind around her waist as she let her shoulders slump back against the wall. (Y/n) leaned her head to the right, inclining more toward the door that was cracked open just a little. Hopefully Shannon wouldn't be here for much longer and then (Y/n) could move about without feeling like an imposter or a burglar.

A disgruntled look flooded Eddie's face as his nose twitched in dismay at Shannon's comment. "Very funny."

"Come on Eddie, you really think this is a good idea, having a baby with someone like her? The looks you'll get, the whispers if she tries to drop Chris off at school-"

"The only whispers will be about Chris finally having a mother figure dropping him off at the gates."

Why was she suddenly so interested? Why would it be so bad if Eddie started another family with (Y/n)? It wasn't as if he was going to discard Chris the same way as Shannon had done, and it wasn't as if this had anything to do with Shannon in the first place. She had no right or position to judge on their relationship like this.

No one at the school would whisper or sneer. No one hardly spoke to Eddie when he dropped Chris off, so he couldn't imagine them striking up a conversation with (Y/n) or becoming suddenly interested if she dropped Chris off or if she had a baby with her. And it wasn't anyone else's business but theirs anyway.

"This isn't going to be good for Chris-"

"And how would you know that? Where have you been for the last three or four years?" Eddie tries his best to keep his voice down, but it was so hard when everything in him was telling him to shout and rage and run rampid. His arms were flapping at his sides like a disgruntled bird and a dark blush was starting to creep up the side of his neck and dust across his features.

A sceptical look passed across Shannon's face as she looked from Eddie back to the picture before she rose a brow and tilted her head to one side. "Is this really what you want… or have you been caught in a trap?"

Something cynical burned within Eddie's eyes and a sarcastic smile twisted at his lips. He shook his head, carding his fingers through his toussled hair before he turned and pointed hastily towards the front door.

"Alright, there's the door. Call if you decide to sign the fucking papers, okay? Now get out." He wasn't doing this anymore. Shannon always knew how to rile Eddie up, sometimes without trying and it was always a snag in their relationship. And she was still doing it now rather than being an adult and having a proper conversation with him.

This was his home. She couldn't walk in and say stuff like that and throw accusations around like she was the Queen and deserved to be treated with more respect than she ever bothered to show anyone else. Eddie wouldn't stand for it. He wanted her to leave.

He turned his back before Shannon had the chance to try and insult him any further or cause another debate. And he was grateful when she realised she was no longer welcome and strutted out the door which slammed shut behind her.

(Y/n) could feel tears streaking down her face when the front door slammed shut so violently the whole house seemed to shake.

She lifted her head and brushed her sleeve beneath her eyes, catching any more fallen tears before she took a deep breath and trudged out into the hallway. Her arms stayed deadlocked around her waist and she felt like curling in on herself and making herself as small as possible.

The thought of rushing into the bathroom and hiding out in there crossed her mind, but it wasn't a long term solution. She thought about grabbing her things and walking out, just heading back to her apartment to cool off and let Eddie do the same. But he wouldn't just let her walk out without talking, it would panic him. But at the same time, (Y/n) wasn't sure she wanted to talk about what Shannon had just brought up.

She ended up stood in the hallway like a child, her body tense and coiling inwards as she looked up at the same moment that Eddie turned and locked eyes with her.

Shit.

He was hoping (Y/n) would have still been asleep and wouldn't of heard any of the strange conversation he'd just had. He was hoping not to have to tell her that Shannon had been by at all. Clearly that wasn't going to be an option.

"Hey baby, you feeling any better?" Eddie tangled his fingers back through his hair and turned to walk towards the hall.

His eyes followed (Y/n) as she nodded and walked towards the living room, leaving Eddie to follow along behind her.

"Was that Shannon then?" (Y/n) didn't bother to turn and look over her shoulder when she spoke. Instead, she trudged into the living room and leant against the back of the armchair. Her arms stayed looped around her chest and her lips pressed into the back of the chair that caused her lower back to ache as she leant all of her weight onto it.

She looked over at Eddie, finally, as he followed her into the living room and stood in front of her. He had one hand on his hip and the other scratching the back of his neck in that usual manner of his when he was uneasy about something.

"Yeah… she got the custody papers I wanted her to sign, something tells me she won't be signing them anytime soon." Eddie kept his hand gripping the back of his neck while his foot started to tap against the laminate floor. His nails scratched into the skin until he was pinching himself and on the brink of drawing blood beneath his thin but relatively sharp nails.

"I heard."

Eddie cringed and sank his teeth down into his lower lip when he watched a pained expression flood (Y/n)'s face. She heard more than he hoped she would. Why did Shannon have to turn up today? Why did she have to start an argument when (Y/n) was here? Why did she have to start anything at all?

"Baby, she was being vindictive-"

"Maybe. That doesn't make it any better… she said everything I'm worried about."

This whole mess was starting to stress (Y/n) out and make her feel sick all over again, but she couldn't just walk away and leave everything unsaid and sit in a panic. She and Eddie needed to talk about this.

Her eyes kept casting down to her arms or to her feet, avoiding Eddie's gaze that was too hard to keep looking at. What Shannon said might have been spiteful and out of order, but somehow, she voiced most of the worries (Y/n) had floating around in her head. The things she worried other people would think and comment about their relationship.

She loved Eddie, she was happy with him, happier than she had ever been with anyone else and (Y/n) wanted this baby. But she didn't want other people thinking bad about this. Thinking that this was too soon or the age difference was a problem.

Or worse; people thinking (Y/n) was baby-trapping Eddie, forcing him to be with her by getting pregnant to bond them together.

"What does that mean?" There was something vulnerable burning within Eddie's eyes as he took a few steps closer until there was almost no space between them anymore.

His hands reached out for her hips and when she didn't move or object, Eddie gently tugged her forward so she wasn't leaning against the chair anymore and was almost pressing into his chest. But (Y/n) couldn't find the will to look up at him yet, she couldn't lock onto those eyes and hold all her emotions at bay at the same time.

"Who else is gonna think the same thing? T-that this is rushed or that I'm not right for you."

"No one who knows us will think that."

A small huff resembling a laugh left (Y/n)'s lips and she finally lifted her head for a few seconds. "Shannon doesn't know you?"

"Not anymore." There was something almost defiant in Eddie's voice as his expression hardened somewhat. "We've both changed, if she actually sat and talked to me I don't think she'd recognise me anymore. But that's not the point, this has nothing to do with her or anyone else. If you, me and Chris are happy, then fuck everyone else."

Eddie wasn't the same kid he was when he was engaged to Shannon at nineteen and getting ready to go off into the army and get ready for the prospect of being a dad.

He believed that people were ever changing, someone who was the same as they were when they were a child or a teenager must be a very hardened, boring person if they didn't adapt to life and situations. And Eddie wasn't the same. He never had a clue what he was doing when Chris was a toddler, he didn't know the best ways to help him through meltdowns, how to help him adapt and learn to walk and eat on his own and to pronounce his words.

Eddie had adapted and changed since he had split up with Shannon and she wouldn't recognise him if she spent a day with him in this new life. But Eddie didn't care if she knew him or commented, because her comments and her spiteful words meant nothing to him.

"What about your family? Will they think the same as her?" (Y/n) finally unlatched her arms from her chest which ached and proved just how tightly she had been holding herself. And she settled her hands on Eddie's shoulders while she tried hard to hold the tears at bay.

"No."

"Eddie, t-they pushed you into marrying her, I doubt they'll be pleased when they hear or when they meet me. I don't- I don't want anyone thinking I'm trapping you."

(Y/n) let her head slump forward and buried her face into Eddie's chest as her head started to spin in horrid circles.

She knew what Eddie's family were like, he had told her as much. The only reason he and Shannon got married so soon was because both their families were Catholic and Eddie's parents had practically forced his hand. It seemed like the right move, especially when Eddie chose to go into the army for the money. If they were married and something happened to Eddie, all the benefits went to Shannon and she and Chris would be protected.

But Eddie wasn't going to be pressured into marriage a second time, and it was far too soon for them to think about marriage.

Eddie's family weren't going to be thrilled when they learned he was planning to have another child with someone, out of wedlock. And when they met (Y/n), they might think she was too young for Eddie or think she was using the baby as means to trap Eddie or leech off of him and use him.

(Y/n) felt like everyone was going to judge them and that thought made her want to curl up into a ball and never leave the house again.

Her hands clutched at Eddie's shoulders tighter when she felt his arms shift up from her hips so one arm was bound around her lower waist and his other hand moved to cup the back of her neck. The feeling of his lips against the top of her head was comforting, but she could feel how tense he was and how hard and firm his chest felt like he might just burst like a balloon.

"If me and Chris are happy, they have no right to say anything, so they won't. Baby I want to be with you and have this baby with you, so stop panicking. It's all gonna be fine, okay?"

His fingers tangled in her hair and he took a few deep breaths with his lips and nose still smothered against (Y/n)'s hair. He tried his best not to hold her too tightly because he could sense that she still wasn't feeling great, but he wanted to bind her in his arms and tuck her into his chest until she could sense all the love he had in his heart for her.

They were happy about this, they wanted to be together and have a family together.

No one else's opinion mattered.

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

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loulou-land · 9 days ago

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'Cause all of my enemies started out friends

So, I have no idea what this is, I just needed to work through some feelings. This was a challenge to write because its 95% dialogue heavy and that's never been my strong suit. But I really needed Tommy and Eddie to argue apparently. Fair warning, this isn't Eddie friendly, though I really tried not to go into character bashing. Please let me know if I need to include a warning for that.

Spoilers for 8x17 | arguing, mentions of grief, mild physical altercation, dialogue heavy, mild hurt/comfort | 1,625 words

“What did you say to him?” Tommy asks when he comes into the kitchen.

“Oh, so now you’re talking to me?” Eddie doesn’t look at him, just keeps stacking dishes in the sink.

Tommy folds his arms, keeping a careful distance. “You’re the one who cut ties, Diaz. And believe me, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t have to.”

He hates that it’s come to this. Eddie had been a good friend—someone Tommy genuinely thought understood him. But then he’d dropped him without a word, like he was yesterday's trash. And yeah, that had hurt more than Tommy wants to admit. He gets it, loyalty is complicated, and Evan was Eddie’s best friend. Still, that doesn’t excuse whatever’s been going on between them lately. Not when it’s left Evan looking so small and acting skittish.

Eddie scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” Tommy says, locking eyes with him, “I’m pretty sure Evan left a lot out when he told me what happened. He downplayed it. I can see it in how careful he is around you. Like he’s afraid to say the wrong thing. So I’ll ask again—what did you say to him?”

“Jesus,” Eddie mutters, shaking his head. “That’s what this is about? We had an argument. We moved past it—or at least I thought we did. But of course, Buck’s making it out to be bigger than it was. Making it all about him again. Has to be the one hurting the most.”

Tommy stills. His voice, when it comes out, is quiet but razor sharp. “Is that what you told him? That he’s making it about himself?”

Eddie finally looks at him, like he’s surprised Tommy’s even making an issue of this.

“Eddie,” Tommy continues, voice tight with restraint, “Bobby died. His father in everything but blood. Evan’s allowed to hurt. However loud, however long he needs to. You don’t tell someone how to grieve.”

Something shifts in Eddie’s expression, turning defensive, bitter. “I lost Bobby too. And you—god, you don’t have any idea what that was like for me. For any of us. You’re not part of the 118. Not our 118.”

The words cut straight through him, but Tommy doesn’t flinch. He takes a breath, rubs a hand through his hair, grounding himself.

“You’re right. I’m not part of your family. But Bobby still meant something to me. And I was there Eddie. I might not have seen what it did to you, I saw what it did to Evan though. You didn’t—”

He pauses, remembering how helpless he felt, watching Evan break through a tiny screen, being unable to get to him. He meets Eddie’s stare, “You didn’t watch him fall apart.”

“I should’ve been there,” Eddie says, sidestepping Tommy’s statement. Tommy wishes he could be surprised, but he’s starting to understand why Evan doesn’t feel like he can talk about his feelings. “I could’ve done something. I—”

Tommy lets out a bitter laugh. “I’m sorry, did I miss the part where you’re a miracle worker? A genius scientist with a cure in your back pocket?”

Eddie squares his shoulders, puffing up with practiced intimidation. Tommy nearly rolls his eyes, but he knows baiting him won’t help.

Still, Eddie stalks closer, jaw clenched. “Fuck you. You—”

“We all did what we could,” Tommy snaps, finally losing some of his own restraint. “I’m sorry you weren’t there. I really am. But don’t take your guilt out on Evan. He’s already drowning in his own and still trying to take care of everyone at the same time.”

Eddie scoffs. “He’s spiraling, that’s what he is. And what the hell do you even know about Buck’s guilt? His pain?” he shoots back. “You dumped him. Left him. And now what? He puts out one time and suddenly you think that gives you the right to waltz back in. He’s hurting, and you’re using that to your advantage.”

Tommy’s whole body tenses. He can’t believe Eddie is insinuating he’s using Evan. That he would be that kind of person. And using the worst mistake he’d ever made, leaving Evan, against him? Something he’s regretted from the moment he left.

He inhales sharply, fist clenched at his sides. Not because he’s thinking of swinging—never that. But the bite of his nails digging into his palms helps ground him.

“Don’t you ever say that to my face again, Diaz. Or to Evan, for that matter,” he says, trembling with anger. “I’m here for him—in whatever way he needs me. I’m not asking for anything. I’m not expecting anything. Which is more that I can say for you.”

Eddie reels back, nostrils flaring. His eyes flash angrily and Tommy braces himself.

“No,” Eddie growls. “You don’t understand. Don’t pretend you know anything about our relationship.”

“I know Evan!” Tommy interrupts. He refuses to let Eddie bait him with that dig.

“You don’t know what Buck and I have been through. The bond we have. He’s like a brother to me.”

Tommy stares at him, incredulous. “Brother?” He huffs out a sharp breath. “You barely treat him like a friend.”

Eddie’s face twists. He jabs a finger toward Tommy’s face. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t talk about shit you don’t understand.”

Tommy doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t move. Just meets Eddie’s fury head-on.

“Diaz,” he says, voice tightly controlled. “Back off, before I break that finger.”

“I love Buck. He’s family,” Eddie snaps, using the words like a defense. Like that single word erases all the damage he’s done.

Tommy bites the side of his cheek to hold in his immediate response. He breathes through it. Damn it. He’s not going to throw a punch. Not at someone Evan still loves, still looks up to—even if they don’t deserve it right now.

He won’t be the one to hurt the people Evan holds close. Not even when they’ve done plenty of damage themselves.

Tommy exhales, slow and steady. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

“Excuse me?” Eddie asks, a hitch in his voice now.

Tommy meets his eyes, unflinchingly. “You call it love, Eddie. But love doesn’t make someone feel like a burden. Love doesn’t kick you when you’re down. Love doesn’t twist the knife when they’re already bleeding.”

The words seem to land like a strike.

Eddie flinches, staggering back half a step like the air’s been punched from his lungs.

For a second, Tommy thinks that’s it. That he’s finally gotten through to him.

Maybe now Eddie will actually take a look at himself—really look—apologize to Evan, try to do better.

He gives him too much credit.

Eddie’s face hardens, shutters down—and then he comes swinging. It takes Tommy off guard. He moves, but not fast enough, and the punch clips him on the side of the head. He’s already bracing to restrain Eddie when—

“Stop!”

They both turn toward the entryway, where Evan stands. He’s breathing hard, eyes wide, clearly upset. It’s obvious, he’s been there a while, listening.

Tommy feels a wave of regret crash over him. He never wanted Evan to hear any of this, let alone witness them like this.

“You should leave,” Evan says quietly.

Tommy’s heart sinks—until he realizes Evan isn’t looking at him. He’s staring straight at Eddie.

“Me? Are you serious right now?” Eddie asks, incredulous.

“Yes, Eddie. You.” Evan’s voice is sharp, angry. “You swung at Tommy. What the hell?”

“Oh, of course you’re taking his side,” Eddie mutters, rolling his eyes.

“This isn’t about sides,” Evan snaps. “You need to cool off. Before you dig yourself an even bigger grave.”

His voice shakes with fury, but there’s a note of something else underneath. Hurt, exhaustion. Tommy sees it in the tremble of Evan’s hands, the rigid way he’s holding himself upright.

“Just…leave. Don’t come back unless you’re ready to talk like a civil person, and apologize. To Tommy. And…to me.”

He meets Eddie’s eyes squarely, head held high. Tommy watches, quietly awed. He knows how much it’s costing Evan to say this, but he’s doing it anyway.

Tommy turns to Eddie worriedly. He can see it—the poison gathering behind his teeth, just waiting to spew out.

“Eddie,” Tommy says softly, tiredly. Almost pleading. “Please. Take a walk.”

Eddie glances between them. Something finally sinks in, because the fight drains out of him. He turns without another word and walks out the back door. The door slamming shut behind him.

Tommy exhales in relief. He looks at Evan, who’s still watching the door with a sad, distant expression.

“Hey,” Tommy says gently. “I’m sorry.”

Evan frowns, eyes welling with tears. “Tommy, you don’t have anything to apologize for. You—” he pauses, swallowing hard. “You stood up for me.” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Tommy doesn’t hesitate. He moves toward him, and Evan meets him halfway. They fall into each other, hugging tightly, grounding themselves in each other. Tommy runs a soothing hand down Evan’s back, trying to steady the tremors in his body.

After a long moment, Evan whispers, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I…I could’ve done it. But th—thank you.”

“Anytime,” Tommy says fiercely. “I’m here for you.”

Evan shudders, then pulls back slightly, offering him a small, smile. “I know.”

He squeezes Tommy’s hand, then glances down at his lips.

Tommy lifts his hands, cradling Evan’s face gently, and kisses him softly.

They stay there, foreheads pressed together, breathing in sync, taking comfort in each other.

They’ll have to deal with Eddie later. Sift through the wreckage and make sense of where they go from here. But for now, it’s enough that they have one another. They’re in this together.

#bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #anti eddie diaz #<just in case #not eddie diaz friendly #cw grief #911 spoilers #fix it of sorts

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buckleyanddiaz · 4 months ago

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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.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buckley diaz family #911 abc #no literally the choices were so SO loud

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lyjen · 3 months ago

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I'm Sorry | Eddie Diaz

Summary: Eddie and (Y/n) are bringing one of the hurt prisoners to the hospital, but end up being held hostage. After a stupid move from (Y/n), she get’s hurt, revealing something she didn’t know she had, until it’s too late.

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TW: Miscarriage & hostage situation

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A groan left (Y/n)’s lips as Eddie ripped open the curtains that were hiding the sunlight just a second ago. But the sunlight hit (Y/n)’s face as soon as they opened, making her groan at the painful feeling of the light on the inside of the room suddenly going from dark to light again.

(Y/n) grabbed the sheet with both her hands and threw it over her head, blocking the light with it. Eddie grabbed his watch from the nightstand and put it around his wrist. He had been here for a solid two minutes, hoping she’d sense his presence and at least grunt in acknowledgment.Then he let out a small laugh at the sight of (Y/n) covering her entire body underneath the sheet. “Alright, Sleeping Beauty, time to get up.”

“Leave me be, I’m so tired” she mumbled from underneath. Eddie rubbed a hand over his chin, at times like these, it was a reminder that she really was a Buckley. And she was definitely Buck’s twin sister. They had the same traits. But looking at her in this exact moment, felt like he was in Buck's loft again, telling him to get out of bed and out of the house after that fire truck incident.

Except, this time it was (Y/n), Eddie’s girlfriend, who didn’t have her leg crushed by a firetruck and was still recovering. This was just another day.

He had been here for a solid two minutes now, hoping she’d at least grunt in annoyance and realize that she had to get out of the bed. He paused for a moment and let out a sigh. Then he yanked the sheets off in one smooth motion, revealing (Y/n) sprawled out like a starfish, her face half-buried in the pillow.

(Y/n) made a sound that could only be described as a dying walrus. Without missing a beat, she reached out blindly, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and yanked it back over herself.

Another sigh left Eddie’s mouth. “You’re really gonna make me do this?” Eddie asked, his voice full of amused disbelief. She gave him a thumbs-up from beneath the covers. She had slept for thirty minutes this entire night, while her boyfriend got a full nightrest.

Eddie sighed. Then, without warning, he grabbed the blanket again, pulling it off with more force. (Y/n) curled up in a ball, trying to save some of the heat she had earned from the sheets and let out a dramatic groan. “Eddie, no.”

“Yes,” he countered. “We have a shift today, remember?” he said, letting the sheets fall down onto the ground.

“No.”

“Yes.”

(Y/n) peeked out from under her arm, her face half-squished against the pillow. “Tell Bobby I died in my sleep. I can’t come in today. It’s tragic.” she tried to convince him as she pressed her arm tighter before her eyes so it would keep the sunlight from hitting her eyes.

Eddie snorted as he walked towards his night stand and took his phone off the charger. “Pretty sure if you died, Buck would’ve called me first to make sure I didn’t have anything to do with it.” he answered, as he pushed the phone into his pocket.

She groaned louder and flopped onto her back, eyes barely open. “I only slept for thirty minutes.” she claimed, as she slowly tried to let her eyes adjust to the sunlight.

“And whose fault is that?” Eddie asked, hands on his hips.

“I don’t know, the moon? Society? The cruel hand of fate?” she answered, while she tried to open her eyes now.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I don’t care. What I do care about is the fact that we have to leave in…” He glanced at his watch. “Twenty minutes.”

She let out another exhausted groan, making his expression soften just a little as he leaned over and gave her ankle a squeeze. “C’mon, babe. I know you’re exhausted, but we have to go.”

(Y/n) let out a long-suffering sigh but finally swung her legs off the bed and sat up. Her entire body protested the movement. It felt like she had been hit by a truck, maybe twice, then thrown in reverse for good measure.

Eddie, who was watching her struggle, smirked. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard.” he said, as he leaned against the doorframe with his right side.

She sent him a halfhearted glare. “I hope your pillow is cold on both sides forever.”

He just chuckled, pushed himself off the doorframe and turned on his heels to make his way towards the kitchen. “We’re leaving in nineteen minutes. Don’t fall back asleep in the bathroom.” he called out as he walked out of the bedroom.

She might’ve cursed him under her breath as he left, but she was too tired to follow through.

Dragging herself to the bathroom, she barely mustered the energy to look in the mirror. The moment she did, she groaned.

“Oh, great. I’m looking like a total corpse,” she muttered, inspecting the dark circles under her eyes. She turned on the sink, splashing cold water on her face in a weak attempt to look less like a reanimated zombie.

The next fifteen minutes were kind of a blur of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and making herself somewhat presentable. She was still dead inside, but at least she wasn’t wearing pajamas anymore.

By the time she trudged into the kitchen, Eddie was already there, sipping his coffee. Without a word, he slid a to go cup filled with coffee across the counter toward her.

(Y/N) blinked at it. Then at him. Then back at the cup.

“This is a trap,” she mumbled and pointed at it. Eddie smirked. “Just drink it.”

Too tired to argue, she picked it up and took a sip, letting the warmth momentarily revive her soul. She was mid-sip when Eddie stepped closer and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

She sighed, leaning into him for a second. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” she told Eddie.

“I know.”

Before she could respond, a voice called out from the hallway.

“Dad, (Y/n)! We need to go!” Christopher’s voice rang through the house, full of the energy that (Y/n) deeply craved.

Eddie glanced toward the hall, then back at her. “That’s our cue.”

(Y/N) groaned one last time but let him guide her toward the door, coffee in hand.

It was way too early for this.

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“You got him?” (Y/n) asked as she slowly handed the wounded prisoner over to Eddie while she opened the back doors of the ambulance. (Y/n) got the gurney out and the both of them helped the unconscious man onto the gurney.

Eddie was putting on gloves, ready to access the man as (Y/n) placed the gurney into the railing and in the lock so it wouldn’t move as they’d drive. “You guys our escort?” Eddie asked as two men were standing at the back of the ambulance.

“Yes, sir. Let’s get moving” he said. (Y/n) hopped out the back and let one of the guards get in the vehicle as she closed the back doors and got behind the wheel.

Eddie was the paramedic of the two of them, sure (Y/n) knew some basics, but the victim needed someone who was more advanced.

The silence in the entire ambulance was interrupted by the radio as (Y/n) made a turn on the road ahead of her. “Ambulance one eighteen come in” the sound of their captain filled the space. “(Y/n), Eddie, come in” Bobby’s voice spoke again, why did he need an immediate answer?

(Y/n) reached her hand out for the radio, but as soon as she made that motion, the guard next to her moved. She glanced to her right, only to see the guard pointing the gun at her as he shook his head.

“(Y/n), Eddie if you can hear me return to the prison. Come-” A click sounded. The guard turned off the radio.

(Y/n)’s eyes wandered back to the road, as she tightened her fingers around the steering wheel, making her knuckles turn white. “Kill the lights and sirens” the guard in the passenger seat commanded.

With her eyes glued down to the road, she did what he asked. Making Eddie flinch at the suddenly turned off sirens. He was holding a small light in his right hand as he tried to see the pupil's response to the light. But the sirens getting turned off caught him off guard. What the hell was happening?

“What the hell?” he mumbled under his breath. He could feel eyes burning onto his skin, when he looked at the guard again: he was at gunpoint.

He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he let sink in what was happening. Was (Y/n) also being held at gunpoint as she was driving the ambulance? Was that the reason the sirens and lights were turned off?

“Pull over.” The guard in the passenger seat commanded as he pointed to a space big enough to stop on the side of the road. (Y/n) did what he asked, putting the vehicle in park as the guard told her to get out of the ambulance.

She could feel her heart beating in her throat as she watched Eddie, also being at gunpoint, walking to the back of the ambulance, waiting for what was next. (Y/n) slowly made her way towards her boyfriend, making sure she wasn’t making any sudden movements.

His eyes were locked onto (Y/n), making sure she was also being led the same direction. His eyes met hers, filled with anxiety.

(Y/n) felt a hand roughly pushing her in her back towards Eddie, “Hey!-” Eddie moved slightly, but the second he made the small move towards (Y/n), the other guard told him to get back as he threatened him with his gun. She received another push in her back, purely to mess with Eddie’s mind.

When she was finally standing next to Eddie, the guard who was in the back earlier with Eddie shrugged off his jacket. “Check ‘em” he commanded his partner, who nodded at his words.

Eddie could sense the anxiety this moment was giving (Y/n). He hated that he couldn’t reach out to her, give her any sign of comfort, it would only give the two prisoners more stuff to work with if they knew whatever was going on between the two of them.

As Eddie and (Y/n) stand in line, waiting their turn to be checked, Eddie keeps his expression neutral, though his fists clench slightly at his sides. (Y/n) stands still, keeping her expression unreadable as the so-called "guard" steps in front of her. Eddie watches from just a few feet away, his fists clenched so tightly his nails dig into his palms. He can't do anything, that would only bring the two of them more problems.

The guard's eyes drag over (Y/n), slow and deliberate. A smirk tugs at his lips. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Well, what do we have here?" he mutters, stepping closer. His hands pat her down, lingering longer than necessary. He checks her pockets, brushing against her unnecessarily as he does. "Didn’t expect to find someone like you in all this mess. You scared, sweetheart?"

(Y/n) doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react. Al though she could feel her heart beating faster by every finger he laid on her body. She refuses to give him the satisfaction. Instead, she meets his gaze with cool indifference, as if he’s nothing.

Her silence seems to annoy him. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. "Nothing to say? Playing tough, huh? I like that." he said as he grabbed her radio and tossed it to the side of the road.

Eddie’s jaw tightens. His entire body is rigid, his heart pounding. He forces himself to stay still, but every muscle screams at him to step in, to stop this.

The guard huffs when (Y/n) doesn’t respond and finally moves away, rolling his eyes. "No fun," he mutters, stepping toward Eddie.

Eddie barely holds himself back as the guy pats him down, but his focus stays on (Y/n). When their eyes meet, she gives him the smallest nod. I’m fine.

For now.

Eddie exhales slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. But deep down, his anger is simmering. If they make it out of this, he’s not forgetting what just happened. And if he gets the chance? That guard is going to regret ever laying a hand on her.

“Okay, so you broke out. What now?” he asked, as he looked at the other guard who was still pointing the gun towards the two of them. He just looked at Eddie like he was a ghost. “Patient in there is currently fighting for every breath. That your handiwork?” he continued as he motioned his head towards him, as the other guy tossed Eddie's radio to the side of the road and fished out his wallet and phone from his pocket.

Then he went back to (Y/n) to get out her phone and wallet too. But this time without any comments or looks. When he got both of their personal stuff, he waved them around as if it was a prize he had just won at a funfair, and he walked back to the ambulance.

No comment, the both of them weren’t planning on telling them what they were about to do. (Y/n) leaned a little closer to Eddie, “So, what do we do?” she asked him softly as the both of them watched the “guards” going through their personal items, they were watching them like a hawk. “Don’t know yet.” Eddie answered. Eddie and (Y/n) exchange a tense look, their voices hushed.

“Maybe they just want the ambulance?” (Y/n) mumbled. Eddie shakes his head. “Why would they search us if they’re just gonna leave us behind? There’s two of us, there’s two of them. There’s two-” Eddie frowned as his mind was working.

“Cute kid,” the guard interrupts, holding up a picture of Christopher from Eddie’s wallet. The guard smirks. “Yours?”

Eddie’s jaw tightens, his entire body stiffening. The guard flips through Eddie’s ID, his smirk deepening. “I’m guessing he lives with you at 4995 South Bedford Street?”

A cold dread settles in Eddie’s chest. They know where Christopher is. His mind races, calculating, planning. He needs to get out of here. Fast. But before he can react, (Y/n) moves.

“Don’t you dare-” she snaps, taking a step forward, her protective instincts overriding all logic. She doesn’t even realize how close she’s gotten until it’s too late.

The guard reacts instantly, his face twisting in amusement as he swings his gun hard. The butt of the weapon slams into her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs.

(Y/n) gasps, a sharp, choked sound of pain ripping from her throat. Her hands fly to her abdomen as she doubles over, her knees nearly buckling beneath her.

“(Y/n)!” Eddie called out her name, trying to step forward, but the second guard shoves him back, raising his gun in warning.

(Y/n) struggles to straighten, her breath shaky, pain radiating deep in her stomach. Something about it feels wrong, but she pushes it aside, swallowing hard. Now is not the time.

The guard who hit her chuckles. “Damn, you’re a feisty one,” he mutters, shaking his head as if she amuses him.

Eddie’s hands clenched into fists, his entire body trembling with rage. His first instinct is to fight, but he knows he can’t at least not yet. Not while they’re still outnumbered, still vulnerable and at gunpoint.

His eyes flick to (Y/n), and she meets his gaze. There’s pain there, something unreadable behind it, but she doesn’t say a word.

“Okay, so now that we’re all on the same page, here’s what’s gonna happen next.” the other guard said.

Eddie and (Y/n) stay silent, but tension crackles in the air. (Y/n) is still gripping her stomach, the dull ache spreading, but she forces herself to stay upright, to not show weakness. Eddie’s eyes flick to her, concern flashing in them for half a second before he masks it.

The guard gestures toward the ambulance. “One of us is gonna drive. The other is gonna keep you two company in the back. And before either of you get any bright ideas…” he lifts his gun, aiming it right at Eddie’s chest, “Just remember what I’ve got right here. And that I won’t hesitate to use it.”

Eddie grits his teeth, but he doesn’t react otherwise.

The second guard, the one who hit (Y/n), chuckles and slaps a hand against the side of the ambulance. “Let’s go. We’re wasting time.”

The first guard motioned with his head and gun toward the vehicle, silently ordering them inside. Eddie and (Y/n) exchange a quick glance before reluctantly climbing into the back of the ambulance. The interior smells like disinfectant and rubber, the usual controlled chaos of a paramedic rig. But right now, it feels like a cage.

The engine rumbles to life, the ambulance lurching forward as the guard takes the wheel. Eddie and (Y/n) are stuck in the back with the other one, still being held at gunpoint.

The guard smirks, tapping his gun against Eddie’s thigh as he watches the both of them. “Alright, firefighter. You’re gonna cuff your girl to something. Can’t have both of you moving around, now can we?” He tosses a zip tie towards Eddie.

Eddie catches it but doesn’t move right away. His mind is working, calculating. Just then, a gurgling sound fills the space, followed by a choking, wet cough. The patient strapped to the gurney, the one they had been transporting before all this started, starts choking on his own blood.

Eddie’s attention snaps to him instantly. Damn it. “We need to suction him, now,” Eddie says urgently, turning to the guard. “I need her to assist me, to hand me the tools, and hold things in place. I can’t do it alone.”

The guard tilts his head, considering for a moment before shrugging. “She can do it with one hand.” Eddie clenches his jaw, as he looks at the guard. “That’s not-”

When Eddie looks back at his girl, (Y/n) subtly shakes her head, a silent warning. Just do it.

Eddie hesitates, his frustration clear, but he finally nods and fastens the zip tie around (Y/n)’s wrist, securing her to the rail beside her. His grip lingers for a second, his fingers brushing against hers. Sending her a silent message. I’m sorry.

She gives him a small nod, biting down the pain still radiating in her stomach. She could pull through.

Eddie wastes no more time, immediately reaching for the suction equipment. “(Y/n), hand me the tubing,” he instructs.

Despite only having one free hand, (Y/n) moves fast, grabbing the tubing and passing it to Eddie while he preps the machine. The patient’s breathing is ragged, and time is running out.

Eddie works quickly, carefully suctioning the blood from the man’s airway. (Y/n) assists however she can, steadying things despite the restriction.

The guard watches with amusement. “Look at that,” he muses. “You two make a great team.”

Neither of them responds.

(Y/n) focuses on the task at hand, ignoring the persistent ache in her stomach. But something feels off, the pain is getting sharper, deeper. She pushes through it, keeping her face neutral.

Eddie glances at her briefly, noticing the way she stiffens every so often. He doesn’t have time to ask, he can’t risk drawing attention to it, but worry lingers in the back of his mind.

“Just make sure he doesn’t die in here.” the guard said.

“Suddenly you care about the guy you almost beat to death?” (Y/n) practically shot back at him, while Eddie put the suction away and used the laryngoscope.

“Hey, if I wanted this guy dead, he’d be dead. I kept him alive. Now you do the same.” he answered as he switched pointing the gun at (Y/n) and back at Eddie. (Y/n) just stared into the space, trying to focus on something else but the pain in her stomach and the fact that they were still being held at gunpoint, while she waited for instructions from Eddie.

“(Y/n) hand me the bougie, long blue tube in the cabinet.”

“Almost there, Mitch.” The guy behind the wheel said as (Y/n) handed Eddie the bougie. Eddie bent over as he tubed the victim, giving (Y/n) a clear view of the front. She read the sign. Emergency.

What the hell were they planning on doing?

The ambulance screeches to a stop outside the hospital, the red and white lights flashing against the darkened sky.

Mitchell shifts in his seat, tapping the barrel of his gun against his knee as he looks toward Dom who opens the backdoors of the ambulance. “Alright,” he says casually, as if they weren’t in the middle of a hostage situation. “You take the victim inside… and take pretty boy with you.” He jerks his chin toward Eddie.

Eddie barely reacts to the nickname, his focus sharp as Mitchell continues. “I’ll stay here with tough girl.” His eyes flick to (Y/n), amusement dancing behind them.

Eddie immediately stiffens. (Y/n) staying in the ambulance with Mitchell? That shit was not happening.

“No,” Eddie speaks up before he can think better of it. “She should go instead. She’s already helping with the patient, she should be the one to roll him inside.” His voice is firm, pushing just enough logic into his argument to make it sound reasonable. “I’ll stay.”

Eddie needed (Y/n) out of the ambulance, never in a million years that he’d leave her behind with this psycho, freak, killer. Not that the other guy was much better, but Eddie just knew from the minute the two of them didn’t respond to Bobby’s messages, some alarm bells went off.

Mitchell raises a brow, smirking like he’s just heard the most interesting thing all day. “Look at that,” he remarks. “You’re worried about her.”

Neither Eddie nor (Y/n) says anything, but their silence speaks volumes.

Mitchell chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “See, I knew you two weren’t just co-workers.” He leans forward slightly, his tone turning venomous. “You go,” he tells (Y/n), voice low and sharp. “Or I’ll shoot you.” he threatens her.

He lets the words sink in for a second before adding, “Or better—I’ll shoot him.” His gun tilts toward Eddie. “And then I’ll go find his kid and put a bullet in him too.”

(Y/n)’s body locks up, her breath catching. Eddie’s entire body tenses, but his expression stays controlled. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react. Except for the subtle way his eyes meet (Y/n)’s. A silent message.

It’s okay.

She doesn’t want to leave him. Every part of her is screaming to stay. But Eddie gives her the slightest nod, telling her to leave. Go. I can take care of it.

Finally, (Y/n) exhales shakily, forcing herself to move. Mitchell smirks. “Good girl.”

(Y/n) clenches her jaw as Dom steps forward, ready to guide her and the victim inside. But there’s still one problem, she’s still tied up.

“Zip tie,” she says flatly, holding up her bound wrist.

Dom rolls his eyes but pulls out a knife, slicing through the plastic material. The second her hand is free, she flexes her fingers, rubbing the sore skin with her other hand, where the zip tie had been too tight.

Eddie watches as she takes over the breathing bag from him, and helps get the gurney out of the ambulance. The second she steps out of the ambulance with her hand squeezing the breathing bag, when her feet connect with the asphalt, it feels wrong.

Like she’s walking away from something she shouldn’t. But she doesn’t look back. Because if she does, she’s afraid she won’t be able to leave him behind.

With the pain still rushing in her stomach, she guided the gurney towards the entrance with her left hand. “Nice and steady. Just like you’ve done it a thousand times before.” Dom said as (Y/n) keeps squeezing the yellow breathing balloon with her right hand.

The walk down towards the emergency entrance felt like minutes, even though it’s just a few feet.

“Okay, where do we go?” Dom asked as the sliding doors opened and they walked through the emergency entrance of first presbyterian hospital. “Right this way.” she said as she motioned her head towards the other set of doors.

(Y/n) pushes the stretcher forward, her feet moving on autopilot as she and Dom enter the next set of doors. The room is terrifyingly silent. (Y/n)’s eyes were scanning the area. No nurses rushing around, no patients waiting. It’s empty. “Where the hell is everyone?” Dom asked.

Something isn’t right.

Before she can react, there’s a sudden burst of movement shadows coming from the corners, hands grabbing at her and Dom.

“Hey!-” (Y/n) barely gets the word out before she’s shoved to the ground. The impact sends a shock wave of pain through her abdomen. She grits her teeth, but the sharp pain in her stomach makes her gasp as she squeezed her eyes closed at the pain.

Dom is tackled beside her, cursing as he struggles.

“Wait, stop!” (Y/n) tries to speak, but a strong arm presses her down. She’s choking on her words “I’m a firefighter- (Y/n) Buckley one eighteen-” She fights against the grip, her breathing uneven, panic creeping in as her face was pressed against the floor and she felt someone’s knee pushing against her spine.

“Shut up,” an unknown voice said, but then, a familiar voice cut through the chaos, but the pain in her abdomen made it hard to think. Her focus was constantly being drawn to her back, arms and stomach. “Hold on.”

Athena.

(Y/n) hears the click of boots, then the tension in the room shifts. Athena her eyes were scanning the scene until they landed on (Y/n). Her brows shoot up in surprise. “(Y/n)?”

The hands who were holding (Y/n) down hesitated, she felt the grip loosen, but not enough for her to be free. Athena narrows her eyes at the officers pinning her. “This one is okay. She’s good. Let her up.”

The weight lifts off her, and (Y/n) gasps in relief. She pushes herself up slowly as the hands who were holding her into place help her up and let her go. Her hands were instantly grabbing her stomach as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Sorry about that.” one of the officers mutters. “Didn’t know.” (Y/n) shakes her head, brushing it off, but the moment she shifts, a wave of dizziness washes over her, trying to find her balance again and steady herself.

Athena notices immediately. “Hey, are you okay?” she asks, placing her hand onto her shoulder. (Y/n) blinks, as she tries to get rid of the sudden wave of dizziness “Yeah, I just-” she stops mid-sentence.

Her stomach twists, a deep, aching pain roaring through her lower abdomen. It was worse than before, and it was getting worse with every stab of pain. Something’s wrong.

She sways slightly, her face paling. Her breaths grow shallow, and a cold sweat breaks out on her skin. A deep cramp wracks through her, almost making her knees buckle.

Athena takes a step closer, concern written on her face, as she lets go of her shoulder. “(Y/n)?” she called out her name, but she kept on looking towards the floor beneath her.

(Y/n) swallows hard, her hands pressing against her stomach. “I don’t… I don’t feel right.” she stumbled.

Athena catches the movement, her sharp eyes narrowing. She steps forward, her voice urgent now. “(Y/n), talk to me.”

(Y/n) swallows hard. The discomfort is worsening, and something feels off. She shifts her stance and that’s when she notices it. A strange, damp sensation.

Her gear is heavy, layered, built to withstand the worst conditions so at first, she doesn’t process it. But as she moves again, she feels it more clearly now. Wetness. Spreading.

Her breath hitches. She glances down at herself, but with her turnout pants on, there’s nothing visible. Her mind races. It can’t be sweat. It’s too low on her body.

Not water. They hadn’t been near any. And she definitely couldn’t be on her period.

Another wave of pain hit her stomach. She shifts again, subtly pressing her legs together, and that’s when she knows. Her throat tightens. “Athena,” she says quietly, almost uncertain.

Athena hears the change in her voice immediately. “What is it?” she asks. “Something’s wrong…” (Y/n) hesitates, swallowing against the growing lump in her throat. “I think- no, I know I’m bleeding. It’s not normal, it’s—it's bad.”

Athena’s expression shifts in an instant. She doesn’t waste a second, her voice sharp as she calls out into the ER. “I need a doctor, now!”

The urgency in her tone sends a jolt of fear through (Y/n). She’s been injured on the job before, but this—this is different. This isn’t a cut or a broken bone.

Something is happening inside her. Something she can’t control. And as the pain shoots through her body again, her knees nearly buckle, her breath coming faster. But as the room starts spinning, one terrifying thought grips her.

She barely notices the sound of rushed footsteps before hands are on her. A firm grip steadies her just as her knees threaten to give out.

“Got you. Easy now,” a voice says.

She blinks sluggishly, catching glimpses of blue scrubs, a nurse, maybe two. A doctor rushes in behind them, urgency in his steps.

“Let’s get her on a gurney,” someone says.

(Y/n) shakes her head weakly. “No, no, I’m fine,” she insists. She was not fine. But even through the haze clouding her mind, one thought cuts through everything else.

Eddie.

He’s still out there with that psycho. She tries to push herself upright. “Wait, Eddie- ”she gasps. A hand presses against her shoulder, gently but firmly stopping her. “You need to lie down.” another female voice said, probably a nurse.

But she shakes her head again, but the movement makes the nausea worse. “Eddie’s still- he’s still in the ambulance-” she cried as tears were breaking through the barriers. “Right now, we need to take care of you.” the doctor said.

(Y/n) doesn’t want to listen. Doesn’t want to stop fighting. But her body betrays her. The pain was there again, sharper this time, enough to make her suck in a breath. Her fingers clutch weakly at the front of her turnout coat, her knuckles turning white.

“(Y/n),” Athena’s voice is there again, steady but firm. “Let them help you.” she told her. (Y/n) exhales shakily. Her body feels heavy, the exhaustion creeping into her limbs. This time, she doesn’t fight when they ease her onto the gurney.

She doesn’t fight when her vision goes blurry again, darkness creeping at the edges.

Eddie strides through the hospital lobby, his eyes scanning the area, his heart racing. Nolan has been arrested. The situation was still a mess, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn’t looking over his shoulder. He was looking for her.

He sees Athena a few paces away, talking with one of the officers that were on scene and his breath catches. “Athena!” He called out her name as he jogs up to her. “Have you seen (Y/n)? I- I need to see her. Is she okay?” he started rambling.

Athena doesn’t respond right away. Instead, she gives him a look, one that Eddie can’t read. She takes a deep breath. “Let’s go for a little walk,” she says, motioning at him to follow her.

Confusion was written all over Eddie’s face. Why wouldn’t she just tell him? Why the mysterious response? He followed Athena as she walked down the hall of the ER, deeper into the hospital. “Athena, what’s going on? Where is she? Just tell me what happened.” he said as he tried to get her attention, but she was focussed on the route they were going.

Athena paused in her tracks, her gaze softening as she looked at him for a moment, as if she was searching for the right words. Eddie stands there, his anxiety climbing higher.

Finally, Athena speaks, her voice quiet but serious. “One second, she was standing, just like any other person. The next thing I know, she almost collapsed right in front of me.” she told him.

His breath stalls, caught somewhere deep inside. “What? What happened?”

Athena hesitates, her eyes filled with concern. “She was bleeding, Eddie. It wasn’t just a little. She’s already out of surgery.” she updates him. Eddie’s mind is racing, doing the math in his head. The words don’t seem to register at first. “What? Surgery? How long was I in that ambulance? How long did it take me to get out?”

“Long enough,” Athena says, her voice thick with emotion. “She didn’t know she was pregnant, Eddie.” she continued. Eddie’s world starts to spin again. He blinks hard, his chest tightening. Surgery? Bleeding? Pregnant? He was still processing, still trying to piece it all together, when Athena leads him down a hallway, his pace quickening with every step.

And then he sees her.

She’s lying in a hospital bed, pale, her eyes locked on the white ceiling, still hooked up to an IV. Her face is lined with exhaustion and pain, but she’s breathing. She’s alive.

But the sight of her was so fragile, so still, nearly brings Eddie to his knees.

He steps into the room, his heart pounding, but it feels like everything has gone quiet. He approaches her slowly, unsure, his feet heavy with each step. Without thinking, takes her hand in his. It’s warm, but there’s a slight tremble in her fingers. (Y/n) twitch at the touch, her eyelids fluttering open. Her voice is barely a whisper. “Eddie...?”

His heart breaks hearing the way she says his name, weak and fragile.

“I’m here,” Eddie says, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m here, cariña.” He squeezes her hand, trying to steady himself, his eyes blurring with tears. (Y/n) blinks up at him, and the pain in her eyes is like a punch to his chest. She looks so fragile, so vulnerable.

“I... I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice trembling at the words. “I should’ve known I was pregnant. I shouldn’t have reacted to those two psycho’s, holding that picture of Chris. If I hadn’t- maybe none of this would’ve happened.”

Eddie leans forward, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, his expression softening. “Hey, don’t say that. There’s no way you could’ve known.” he said. It broke him that she said those words.

She swallows, her face was filled with guilt, her hand clutching his hand even tighter. “I shouldn’t have been so... so careless. Now—now look at me. Look what happened.”

Eddie shakes his head determined. “No, (Y/n). This is not your fault. You were just trying to protect Chris. None of this is on you.” He leans closer, his forehead resting against hers for a moment. “I’m just glad you’re here. That you’re alive. That’s all that matters to me.” he tries to talk her out of it.

(Y/n) blinks, the tears welling up in her eyes. “I just keep on thinking.. What if they shot me instead of hit me?”

Eddie's eyes widen, the air feeling suddenly heavy between them. He looks at her, his expression flooded with pain and disbelief. “No, no,” he says, his voice firm but filled with vulnerability. “Please. Don’t do that. You can’t think like that, (Y/n). Don’t—” He pauses, trying to find the right words, the ones that can make her feel safe again, even if his own heart is splintering.

“You’re gonna be okay, alright? And I’m gonna be here with you. Every step of the way.” He said as he silenced her gently, by pressing a finger to her lips.

Her lips tremble as a tear slips down her cheek, and Eddie wipes it away, his own emotions coming forward now. “I’m sorry, Eddie...” she cried.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Eddie murmurs, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m just... so relieved you’re here. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

She nods weakly, the exhaustion in her eyes still visible, but there’s a sense of comfort in the way Eddie holds her hand. “I love you,” she whispers softly, almost as if she’s afraid to say it out loud.

Eddie placed his other free hand onto her cheek, cupping it as he let his thumb brush the tears that had fallen, away. He let his forehead press against hers, “I love you, too. Always.”

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chim chimes in - eddie diaz x reader

(chim being both a menace and a matchmaker is so dear to me)

“Eddie is dead.” Chim tells you, teary-eyed.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, forming something solid and heavy like concrete. You bring shaky hands up to cover your mouth that had dropped in a gasp before Chim speaks again.

“Okay, no he’s not, but he might as well be! He’s showing up to work like a robot, no smile, no joie de vivre, and I know it’s because you two broke up! And from the looks of you, I’m sure you’re not faring that much better!”

You blink and wait a beat until the hamster wheel inside your brain starts working again. “What the hell, Chim!”

“I’m sorry. But the two of you love each other. Stop letting whatever it is that’s holding the two of you back dictate your life. You guys are good together, and tomorrow isn’t promised.”

Chim’s words echoed in your mind all night, which is why you stood in front of Eddie’s front door the following morning. You still had a key; a key that you had tried giving back the the day of your break-up. Eddie’s hurt, fiery eyes made you slip the key back into your pocket though, right before you left his house for what you thought was the last time.

Nevertheless, you ring the bell, and wait for Eddie’s shuffle to the door. It was his day off, and if you knew him well (which you did), he had probably dropped Christopher off at school and was pouring himself a cup of coffee, clad in flannel.

Eddie opens the door, and his face drops. He turns on his heel, leaving the door open for you to get in, as he says “what are you doing here, y/n?”

His voice is cold and void of emotion, and though you were the one who made him that way - made him mask his hurt by burying it deep - you couldn’t help but wince.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

Eddie stills, not expecting that to come out of your mouth. He turns to face you, a complexity of emotions warring his features. “I told you I loved you. I told you I wanted to marry you and spend the rest of our lives together, and you ran. You left.”

“I was scared.” You whisper.

“You think I wasn’t? You think I’m not? What I feel for you scares me, and I’ve had people shooting at me.”

“I’m sorry.” You say again, walking closer to Eddie. “Can we try again? I won’t run this time.”

Eddie looks at you intensely, eyes boring into yours, before he lunges. He pulls you towards him by the waist, crashing his lips with yours. It’s messy and objectively not a great kiss, but to the two of you, it felt like salvation.

“Promise me you’ll talk to me the next time you get scared.” Eddie separates from your mouth just enough to murmur.

“I promise.”

With that, Eddie picks you up by the backs of your thighs, and lays you down on the couch. He starts kissing his way down your neck, when Chim walks through the still open front door.

“TWO FOR TWO!” Chim pumps his fist, before walking straight back out.

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x y/n #eddie diaz x you #eddie diaz fluff #eddie diaz fic #eddie diaz imagine #911 x reader #911 x you #911 imagine #chimney han being the absolute best matchmaker

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chronicowboy · 2 months ago

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good dogs don't run away | 1.1k

Eddie is smiling at him. Soft and fond and sure. God, sure. And he's pink. So pink. And Buck wants to kiss him so badly he's stupid with it. And that's new. But it's not. And Buck's never been so confused in his life, but he's somehow the most certain he's ever been. About this. About them.

Because Eddie came back. Chris in tow. And now they're on Eddie's couch which is still Buck's legally. He thinks. He can't remember much of his panic-induced deep dive into the ins and outs of subletting. But he thinks that the couch is his. Theirs. Might have always been theirs.

He's so fucking stupid. But Eddie is too. They share everything, it seems. The world around them not split down the middle, but woven together by their own two hands. Built from the ground up. Christopher's cement between their bricks.

Home. Not a haunted house anymore. Just home.

Eddie clears his throat, scrubs a hand over his smile, and Buck has the insane urge to slap his hand away. Doesn't want anyone to touch that smile but him. Not even Eddie himself. And Eddie must see something on him because he ducks his head and huffs a laugh and comes up pinker than before.

"I, um, well..." Eddie shrugs, all nervous bashfulness that makes Buck want to put him in his pocket, maybe his ribcage, just to keep him close, safe. "I'd ask you to move in, but..."

"Hate to break it to you, Eddie." His lips curl around the name differently now. Or maybe they don't. Maybe he's always said Eddie's name like it was his favourite word, a plea, a prayer. "But I've got another month of rent down on this place, so if anyone was asking anyone to move in, it'd be me."

And, holy fucking shit, he's flirting. With Eddie. Honest to God flirting. About moving in together. Which they've already done. Because Buck couldn't bear the thought of a stranger living in Eddie's house anymore than he could bear the thought of Eddie and Chris being apart for longer than necessary.

Eddie, still smiling, still pink, rolls his eyes. Shakes his head. Fond. So fucking fond. Buck feels adored. Doesn't know what to do with it.

"Buck, it's literally my house." And, shit, has Eddie always says his name like that? Like a goddamn sacrament?

"My name is on the lease, Eddie." Bullshitting again. Can't remember a single fucking thing about property law when Eddie's big, brown eyes are looking at him like nothing else exists in the world.

"I'm the owner." He gets indignant then. That squawky, disbelieving tenor to his voice that only ever pops out when Buck is being ridiculous. And Buck wants to fucking drink it or something. Loves him. Loves him so much.

"I'm the one paying for the place right now."

"Yeah, paying me," Eddie says, incredulous. "If anything, right now, I'm your landlord."

"Ooh, hot," Buck teases with an eyebrow waggle, swaying forward just to test the waters. Eddie flushes a deeper pink, drifts towards Buck like a magnet. Buck clears his throat, slaps on that coquettish expression he'd perfected at nineteen years old, lonely and horny. It feels wrong on his face in front of Eddie, so full of love - still horny. "You know, I had a bit of trouble with my rent for this month..."

"Oh, yeah?" Eddie quirks an eyebrow, smiles wider, canines peeking out. Christ. "How are you going to make it up?"

"I'm sure we can come up with an—" Buck sets his hand on Eddie's thigh, has to bite back a grin at the sharp breath Eddie sucks in "—alternative payment plan."

"God, you're insufferable," Eddie says, leaning forward enough to brush his nose against Buck's. He swallows, throat clicking, and Eddie's smile widens again.

"And yet you suffer me anyway," Buck murmurs.

"Always."

Eddie kisses him then. But they're both smiling. It's more just pressing their mouths together and trying not to giggle. But it's the best kiss of his life. He's kissing Eddie. Eddie Diaz. His best friend. Partner of seven years. The love of his life. And it's a terrible kiss because neither of them can stop fucking smiling which makes it the best kiss of his whole entire life. And then, Eddie's hand finds its way to the back of Buck's neck, tilts his head just so, and oh. Oh. Every kiss with Eddie is going to be the best kiss of his life, huh?

They trade gentle, teasing kisses back and forth for what could be hours, days, weeks, months. For all Buck knows they could have been kissing longer than Eddie was in Texas. Likes the idea of that. They're sharing the same oxygen, and Buck thinks he doesn't want to breathe any air that Eddie hasn't already dragged into his lungs. Kind of wants Eddie to inhale him all the way in so Buck can live in his chest and make sure his lungs stay working always.

Eddie hums against his lips, and Buck wants to do something drastic. Wants to level the state of Texas with the sheer force of his all-consuming joy. Forgets Texas exists entirely when Eddie's hand begins to drag over his skin. Down from the back of his neck with a final scratch to his scalp that makes Buck keen, down to that spot on his shoulder that has been Eddie's longer than either of them knew, down to Buck's chest, settling over his heart. And Buck is helpless against the wounded noise that falls from his lips.

"Stay," Eddie whispers against him.

"I-I have a few conditions," Buck replies, somehow unknotting his tongue from its mission to tangle itself with Eddie's uvula.

"Of course you do." Eddie scoffs, pushes him away with the hand on his chest, then reels him back in by the collar of his shirt.

"Just one teeny one," Buck promises, bumping his forehead into Eddie's and then staying there. He gets distracted for a moment, lost in the brown of Eddie's eyes. "You're not allowed to leave the house for more than 24 hours at a time."

"Buck."

"Fine, forty-eight hours."

"Buck."

"Seventy-two hours and that's my final offer."

Eddie's eyes flutter shut with a sigh, long lashes brushing his cheeks. He shakes his head, but another brighter smile tugs at his cheeks.

"Deal," he rasps. And Buck thinks maybe, maybe, Eddie is going to give him his own time limit, stop Buck from ever leaving too long. But he knows. He always knows.

Eddie told him to stay. And Buck is nothing if not a good dog.

#sami rambles #i had this idea ten minutes before i had to leave for uni and wrote it within twenty minutes of getting home #the idea came to me fully formed #i just love it when they're giggly best friends who are also in love #911 show #911 spoilers #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 spec #911 ficlet #buddie ficlet #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #911 spec fic

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dangerpronebuddie · 3 months ago

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Eddie doesn't say a word as they step into the Diaz home, for all the four days it's going to remain so. Buck bunches his shoulders around his ears, sticks his hands in his pockets to keep from pulling Eddie close and demanding he just talk to him.

But Eddie doesn't say anything. Won't even look at Buck. Buck debates staying out on the porch. He doesn't think he's allowed inside after tonight.

One look from Eddie has him padding inside though. If he had a tail, it would be between his legs.

Buck can't keep this up. Can't spend the last days he'll ever have Eddie not speaking to him.

"Why are you so pissed at me?" Buck scowls. There's no venom in his voice like the time he questioned it in a grocery store. There's nothing but resignation, accompanied by a helpless shrug.

"Because you're-" Eddie stops himself as he whirls around there in the living room, takes a step closer.

"Exhausting?" Buck scoffs. "Yeah, I know."

"No, Buck," Eddie growls. "You're acting like you don't matter. Like you don't give a damn if you get hurt!"

"I wasn't going to let that poor dog die in there," Buck fires back, "all alone. I just couldn't. And you wouldn't either, you can't tell me otherwise, Eddie!"

"Of course I wouldn't," Eddie huffs.

"Then what's your problem, man?" Buck demands, taking a step closer himself. He wants to grab Eddie by the collar, shake the answer from him, or claw it from his skin or... Something.

"You," Eddie says, his voice lower than Buck has maybe ever heard. He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. Buck wishes he didn't. Because what he does say threatens to shake Buck apart. "You didn't wait for me to go with you."

Buck shakes his head. "I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Why not?" Eddie demands, pleas. "We're a team, Buck. I'm supposed to have your back!"

And that is what breaks him. He's been hanging on by his fingertips since he flipped over Eddie's tablet, and now? He lets go. Lets himself plummet, off a lightning rod of a ladder, or a crane. There's no ground beneath his feet. He just falls, and falls, and drags Eddie down with him.

"You're not going to be here to have my back!" Buck cries.

Eddie flinches like Buck struck him.

Regardless, Buck keeps talking. "You're leaving, Eddie. Leaving me behind just like everyone else does. And I- I know, it's selfish as hell to even think it because you- you need to go, and I can't stop you. I wouldn't ever stop you, you need your kid, but I need..."

He has the good sense to stop there, but he thinks it's too late anyway.

Eddie stares at him, a little like Buck just informed him of a death. And yeah. If that death was whatever Buck had with Eddie, the comparison would be an accurate one.

Eddie nods and ducks his head. Sniffs and looks anywhere but at Buck. Buck wants to keep talking. At least then, Eddie's eyes would be on him.

Then, in a voice too small for the space Eddie's supposed to occupy, he asks "why won't you stop me?"

Buck's tense shoulders drop in defeat. "Why would you want me to?"

Eddie shakes his head. Rolls his lips. Lets out a bitter laugh that, for all it's anger, still makes Buck's heart jump. "You know, I thought..."

Buck steps closer again, and it's probably the most dangerous step he's ever taken in his life. He's run into burning buildings, up ladders in lightning storms, through flooded streets, gunfire. And still, this one step is the most terrifying he's ever made.

Because they're close. Closer than they should be for the fight they're not really having. But still not close enough. There's maybe six inches between the toe of Buck's sneakers and Eddie's boots. But he doesn't dare close that gap.

"Eddie..." He doesn't know what to follow that up with. He hopes Eddie has some idea. Hopes, probably derangedly, that the words he wants to say are ones Eddie understands already.

"I'm going to get my kid back," Eddie says, looking somewhere over Buck's shoulder.

"I know you are."

"Why won't you stop me?" Eddie asks, finally meeting his eyes. There's something desperate there, something Buck hasn't seen since Christopher wouldn't look his father in the eye.

"The same reason I couldn't let you follow me into that building... I can't ask you to put your happiness aside for me," Buck admits, a desperation of his own forcing the words past the lump in his throat.

"Evan," Eddie says, and it makes Buck want to fall to his knees. He takes that last perilous step closer to Buck. Buck doesn't dare breathe. "You are my happiness."

Buck shakes his head, that isn't right. He's been bad, for so long, he doesn't make people happy. Eddie reaches up, cups his face in his hands to stop his movement. "Yes," Eddie continues. "Buck, I have spent... probably my whole life denying myself joy. And I'm finally learning that I don't have to. I found my joy, Buck. It's you."

"Eddie," Buck says, reverent like a vow. He had endless things he wanted to say to Eddie, but it all pales in comparison now.

"I'm coming home, Buck," Eddie promises. He swipes his thumbs across Buck's cheekbones, wiping away the tears Buck didn't even notice he'd started crying. "If you'll be here for us to come home to."

Buck pounces on him like a dog offered a treat. Better still, a place to stay. Someone's feet to curl up by.

He throws his arms around Eddie, burying his face in the crook of his neck. "Yes," he whispers against Eddie's skin. "I'll be here for you to come home to."

#911 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 speculation #but not really #buddie fic #ficlet #maggie writes #I'm kinda obsessed with the dog metaphor and well...#don't ask me I don't know either #anyway here

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capseycartwright · 2 months ago

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let this night invade my lungs (you’re all i want to breathe)

Buck was not in love with his straight best friend. He wanted that on record. Buck was not going to be the miserable queer cliché, falling in love with a straight boy who didn’t want him back. He was not doing that.

buck finally unpacks, calls eddie and has a few realisations - mostly in that order.

post 8x11 coda.

ao3 link

Logically, Buck knew that unpacking was the right thing to do – he’d signed a lease and given up the loft, moved all of his things into the former Diaz house on South Bedford Street. As wrong as it felt to be replacing Eddie’s furniture with his own, he couldn’t live on his sister’s couch forever, could he?

(Maddie would let him, probably – but he was thirty-three years old, and so eventually he had to face reality. A reality he’d created for himself. That was the hard part – he’d done this to himself when he agreed to take over Eddie’s lease.)

Hanging his own artwork where Eddie’s own had been up until a few weeks previously had felt like accepting it was over, that Eddie and Christopher were in Texas – but as he had unpacked, more and more, it didn’t feel quite as bad as he’d built it up to be in his head. The house was still filled with memories of Eddie, and Chris, even if it was Buck’s couch that sat in the living room now, tan leather a stark contract to the dark fabric of Eddie’s couch, the one that was in Texas now. The kitchen was still the place where Buck had really learned to love cooking, not just do it for function, anymore, but for the love of sharing food with his family. He’d cooked and baked so many things in Eddie’s kitchen over the years, the joy of that still lingered.

Eddie had even left his stupid frog soap dispenser behind, grinning as he’d bestowed the small plastic animal to Buck, making him promise he’d keep Mr Ribbit (named by a nine-year-old Christopher) safe in their absence. Most of Eddie and Christopher’s physical presence in the house was gone, but the memories remained, and Buck was trying to let that be enough. It had to be enough, or he was going to lose his mind entirely.

He was – well, he was coping. Buck wouldn’t lie and say he was coping well, but he was coping, just about, learning to live with his best friend in another state, 900 miles away instead of a twenty-minute drive. It was hard, to accept that Eddie just wasn’t around all the time anymore, after seven years of practically living in each other’s pockets. He thought he was coping extraordinarily well, given the circumstances – though Chimney, and Ravi, would probably say otherwise.

Kicking off his sneakers – not setting them neatly at the door, but leaving them loose on the living room floor, his own quiet act of rebellion in a house where Eddie had stacked their shoes with military precision – Buck settled on the couch, a bowl of dinner tucked in the crook of his elbow. It wasn’t his best work – stir fry, made with ingredients he’d grabbed in a rushed trip to the grocery store, the food left behind in the aftermath of the whole Tommy situation going in the bin. He could hear the lecture he’d get from Bobby about food waste, if he knew, but when Buck had tried to eat some of the eggs after Tommy had slammed out of the house, they had tasted dry, and gritty. It was mostly because of his emotional state, but also because Tommy was a notorious underseasoner of his eggs.

Probably a point against Buck’s ex, if he was being entirely honest about it.

The house was quiet, as Buck started to eat, the usual noise and chatter of the Diaz household happening in Texas now, instead of California. He had to get used to it, get used to the quiet, was the thing – Buck could turn the TV on, and drown out the silence, but that felt counterproductive. As much as he hated to admit it, Maddie was right – he needed to learn how to be alone again.

Buck hadn’t been alone in a long time, because of Eddie – he hadn’t realised that until he was watching Eddie’s U-Haul drive away.

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#911 #911 on abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #in which i ramble #in which lorna writes fic #if the formatting is weird no it’s not I had to post from my phone because ao3 is blocked at work for me lmao

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epicbuddieficrecs · 2 months ago

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Epic Buddie Fic Recs | March 3rd-9th 2025

WE'RE BACK!! WE'RE SO BAAAACK!!!!!!

Complete

good dogs don't run away by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Future fic, Eddie Back From Texas | 1,1K | General):

"I, um, well..." Eddie shrugs, all nervous bashfulness that makes Buck want to put him in his pocket, maybe his ribcage, just to keep him close, safe. "I'd ask you to move in, but..." "Hate to break it to you, Eddie." His lips curl around the name differently now. Or maybe they don't. Maybe he's always said Eddie's name like it was his favourite word, a plea, a prayer. "But I've got another month of rent down on this place, so if anyone was asking anyone to move in, it'd be me." (OR: they're roommates, partners, best friends, what else is there?)

Ours by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda | 1,3K | General):

“Home sweet home.” Buck mumbles, stumbling as he tries to kick his shoes off. Eddie doesn’t correct him, tell him that it’s not his yet, because that’d be a lie. This place has been Buck’s home for nearly as long as it’s been Eddie’s.

i find your name, etched behind the frame by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda | 1,6K | General):

Buck had always felt like he belonged, in Eddie’s house. It was one of the things Eddie had noticed, right away, when they’d become friends – Buck had just felt like he belonged, right from the beginning, his spare sneakers next to Eddie’s own on the rack, Eddie’s wardrobe filled with Buck’s clothes, half the ingredients in the kitchen bought by Buck. He was such an integral part of their lives, and Eddie wouldn’t have wanted it to be any other way. He didn’t want it to end.

what do you really need, darling? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Eddie Coming Out, Getting Together | 2,3K | Explicit):

After Eddie comes out to Buck, and Buck does not react the way Eddie would prefer, they play an expedited game of friends with benefits chicken.

🔥 Hourglass by xylodemon/ @xylodemon (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories Coda, Love Confessions | 2,3K | Not Rated):

"Don't ask me to give you the next three weeks and then let you go." "I wouldn't." "Yes, you would." Eddie huffs out a laugh. "Yeah, I would. And you wouldn't say no." "No, I wouldn't," Buck admits. "So don't ask."

you give me such a future feeling by bellabrady (Different First Meeting AU | 2,5K | Not Rated):

"Fuck you!" he yells. The spider is still again and after a few moments, Eddie's heartrate starts to slow back down. He needs somebody to get this thing out of here. If not Christopher, then someone else. The problem is, he doesn't know a lot of people in LA yet. He hasn't even gotten around to introducing himself to his neighbors! Wait. His neighbors. — Or: Eddie is terrified of spiders, so he enlists his neighbor's help in getting rid of it. You can guess the rest.

🔥 Nap Trapped by paleredheadinascifi (Future fic, Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Eddie Back from Texas | 3K | Teen):

“Eddie Diaz,” Buck gasps. “Are you using me for my very soft cardigan?” Eddie chuckles and tells the truth. “You looked so comfy. And I missed you.” Buck sucks in a breath beneath Eddie’s ear. “I missed you, too,” he whispers. “I think I missed you too much,” Eddie admits. Or, Buck wears his pink cardigan and Eddie nap traps him about it.

a tremendous thing by simplyylupin (S8E9: Sob Stories Spec | 3K | Teen):

“What the hell is your problem, Buckley?” Eddie snaps when he’s near enough. He shoves Buck’s shoulder, eyes blazing a shade of hazel in the firelight. “Your lungs not screwed up enough for your liking?” “My lungs are just fine,” Buck replies. Eddie narrows his eyes. “You’re so full of–” “Alright, Eddie,” Bobby interrupts before he can finish, “That’s enough.” in which buck projects his feelings into befriending a dog

a craving i can't fill. by dylaesthetics (Post-S8E9: Sob Stories, Eddie Moved to Texas | 4K | Teen):

“You have to tell him. Buck,” she says insistently. “You’ve got to—” “What would be the point?” he asks, cutting her short. “He’s moved to Texas. He’s not coming back. They never do.” “Not Eddie,” says Maddie. “He’ll come back. He always does. He’ll—” “Christopher is the priority,” once again, he cuts her off, restlessly stirring on the couch. “Christopher is what matters. And Eddie will give up anything for him. As he should. I don’t blame him for it, not one bit. He’s what’s most important.” ____ OR an interstate journey, a conversation with a Texan man and a sister, and a voicemail.

Divide, Conquer, & Drink by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Secret Relationship, Eddie Back from Texas | 4K | Teen):

With alcohol as their weapon of choice, Hen and Karen decide to separate and confront Buck and Eddie into confessing their feelings for one another.

til then be good and wait for me by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Eddie Back from Texas, Getting Together | 6K | Teen):

Eddie returns from El Paso and asks Buck on a date. In the interim between the asking and the date itself, Buck acts completely normally. Definitely. Just don't ask anyone.

Anosognosia by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Nurse Buck, Getting Together | 7K | Teen):

When ER Nurse Evan Buckley meets Firefighter Paramedic Eddie Diaz, he is instantly smitten. They hit it off quickly, and begin seeing a lot of each other. It takes him a few weeks to realize they're doing more than just hanging out.

🔥 day five hundred sixty-four (and it feels like you just left my side) by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (Post-S8A, Eddie Moved to Texas | 8K | Teen):

Eddie made the move to El Paso, Buck isn't coping so well so he takes to doing research and texting Eddie random facts and thoughts instead of saying all the things on his mind. Or, 5 times Buck texts Eddie with weird trivia/thoughts and 1 time he send him something genuine (by accident).

Lucky I’m in love (with my best friend) by scarmaddiewrites (Future fic, Eddie Coming Back From Texas | 8K | Teen):

Chris and Eddie are coming back from Texas and Buck and Eddie share one brain cell.

🔥 i’m gonna marry him anyway by weewooforever (Friends to Fiancés | 10K | Teen):

4 times eddie’s elderly neighbor tells him he’s so lucky to have such a wonderful husband + the 1 time she tells buck. the only problem? they’re not actually married.

🔥 Atomic Spiral by ameliahart/ @melliehart (S8, Getting Together, Jealous Eddie | 13K | Explicit):

And Eddie’s not jealous, of course not, that’s Buck’s thing. He thinks wryly of Tommy and sprained ankles, and an embarrassing fondness fills his chest. Buck’s so— Buck, wholly and completely, and Eddie misses him, is all. But that’s not why he’s doing it, honest. These people don’t appreciate Buck for who he is, not the way Eddie does. He just wants the best for Buck, okay? *** Eddie brings Christopher home from Texas to find that in his absence, Buck’s started sleeping around. Eddie is completely normal about that. (Or, Eddie starts cockblocking Buck. Things escalate from there.)

Time is Running Out (I wanna play the game, I want the friction) by bewitched__bothered__bewildered/ @bewitchedbotherednbewildered (A/B/O AU, Secret Omega Eddie | 70K | Explicit):

Crouching down, Buck lifts the polaroid from the floor, ready to place it back in the photo album without thought, when a glint of metal catches his eye. Standing in the picture, waist-up, wearing nothing but a dog tag, Eddie’s side profile is visible with his hands on his stomach. His pregnant stomach. As subtle as possible, Buck slips the picture into his pocket as Chris and Eddie keep bickering with each other. “I, uh, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” and without waiting for either of them to say anything, Buck all but runs away from his best friend. His Omega best friend. Or, Alpha Buck spent the last few years at the 118 thinking Eddie was also an Alpha. Turns out, he’s not.

WIP

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 19/? | 109K | Explicit):

In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path

🔥 Doe & a Drop of Golden Sun by ohstars/ @oh-stars (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck | 14? | 60K | Teen):

Buck doesn't mean to keep secrets from everyone, but he also can't talk about the pain he experiences on a day to day basis. With his nine-year-old living across the country and his custody limited to one monthly visit, Buck doesn't know how to share this part of himself. How does he tell his team of six years that he's had a kid this whole time? How does he tell his sister? How does he tell his Edd-- best friend? It's fine. The universe isn't going to give him a choice in the matter when the worst thing imaginable becomes his reality.

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