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Drunken night - Eddie Diaz x Reader Smut
Summary: After a drunken night it leads to multiple one night stands with Edmundo Diaz, after he goes on a date you both realize what really matters
warnings: PURE FILTH THIS IS DIRRRRRRTY SMUT
The first time you and Eddie Diaz ended up in bed together was truly a drunken mistake, you were Evan's twin and at first if Eddie was sober, he would've never even looked in your direction, but after that one night, you became like his drug, he'd purposely come over to your and your brothers apartment to 'help' with things, which would always in end with you two having sex somewhere in your apartment.
Tonight you were sure your guys' fun was ending, Eddie was on a date his Tia had set up for him, and you were lucky enough to be a babysitter for Chris. Unknown to you, Eddie wasn't planning on dating anybody except for y/n Buckley, and his plan to have you as a sitter? an excuse to have you over. As you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, Chris being asleep for at least the last two hours, since Eddie left. As you felt yourself start to zone out, you jumped up, ready to swing the bat that was tucked under your crush's couch for safety. "You're gonna beat a man who's coming home?" Eddie gasped playfully, walking closer to the couch, frowning as you rolled your eyes plopping back down resuming your staring contest with the ceiling tiles.
"Hey, Amor..." He whispered teasingly leaning closer to you over the back of the couch "What's troubling you?" Eddie finally asked sitting down next to your legs. "How'd your date go?" You asked, not meaning to sound so cold towards him, but you cringed at the thought of another woman grabbing Eddie like you did. Eddie laughed softly resting a hand on your thigh slowly moving to hover over you, so you weren't able to avoid eye contact. Moving his arm to hold himself up from the arm rest, and using his other hand to hold your jaw straight to look at him. "You wanna know how it went, amor?" He whispered raising his eyebrows "We went to dinner, and the entire time I sat in that chair, I thought about how badly I wanted to get home to you" He whispered kissing down your neck making your entire body shudder in excitement "These last couple of weeks, mi amor" He continued, not stopping his trail of kisses towards the neckline of your shirt, which was actually his. "All I could think about was you. Wanting you here, I can see you everytime I got home, not sneaking around" He whispered before kissing you deeply, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he bit your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he let his free hand roam your body, taking in every inch.
Eddie took you by surprise as he easily lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours "I love you" He whispered against your lips before dropping you onto his mattress, your legs still linked around his waist "I love you too" You whispered back, grabbing the sides of his jacket pulling him closer, taking your turn to kiss his jawline slowly "I've missed my Edmundo" You whispered tracing your hands up and down his chest as you left hickeys down his neck, smirking as you felt his manly demeanor falter, his knees buckling under him "Fuck, mi amor" He grunted grabbing the back of your neck, hovering over you again as he kissed you deeply, grinding against you. You bit down on his bottom lip trying to muffle your moan the best you could "E-Eddi-" You were cut off by him pulling away making intense eye contact with you, you felt nervous under his gaze, he looked almost dangerous.
"I've got you, mi princesa" He whispered softly, before pulling his shirt off of you, kissing down your chest, growling against your skin as you tightened your legs around him, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Grunting, Eddie undid his belt, tossing it to the side as he shoved his jeans down, stroking himself a few times, as he watched you squirm impatiently "te tengo princesa" He whispered as he pulled off your night pants, followed by your underwear. Eddie bit his lip hard, he couldn't help it, the way you looked so desperate laying on his bed, under him because you were his woman, and somehow you managed to make desperate look knee buckling hot.
You growled, growing impatient with him, you pulled him closer, squealing quietly as he pushed into you, you could feel yourself screeching around his size. "Lord help me" He panted as he leaned on his elbows, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his chest softly, leaving deep hickeys where you could. Eddie panted leaning his head down to look at you before starting to thrust his hips, you gasped digging your nails into his back, that just fueled him more, almost fucking you so hard the bedpost would occasionally hit the wall. "Fucking hell, Eddie, what's gotten into you?" You panted between moans, you guys had fucked, but he was never like this "You. All I fucking think about is you, anywhere I look. You've fucking ruined me" He panted as his thrusts never faulted, you were so worked up, you could barely hear him, moaning into his hand as he kept it there to keep you quiet. "I can't think of anything without remembering how you sounded cumming for me for the first time" He whispered in your ear, you whined loudly trying to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him deeper, faster, harder.
"What, mi amor? Is this not enough?" He asked teasingly, resting his hands on your hips, turning you onto your hands and knees before fucking you again, this time at alot faster pace. "H-Harder, please Eddie" You begged tugging his hair, this triggered something in Eddie, his thrusts became a lot rougher, but never slowing in speed. You felt like you were going to explode, only being able to repeat Eddie's name like it was a prayer. You could feel Eddie's hip stutter for a moment, his knuckles tightening as his hold on the sheets and your wrists as you felt him cum, feeling the warmth flow inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as his thrusts returned back to his original speed, your legs quickly closed around his waist, you entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. Eddie grunted, releasing your wrists as he kissed you deeply "That's it, baby, you can do it" He whispered against your lips, you whined loudly, overstimulated your legs tried to close to give yourself a break, but Eddie wasn't stopping, you two had an agreement, tap out (Saying stop, no more, etc) or knock out (Fuck till you can't take it anymore).
He lifted you back into his arms, letting you lean against his bedroom wall as he continued sliding in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back against the wall "Fuck, you look so fucking hot taking all of me like that, baby" He panted holding your throat gently, just tight enough to apply pressure "E-Eddie! I-I can't-" You stuttered pushing your hand between the both of you, your legs were shaking so bad from overstimulation, you didn't think you'd ever walk again, the knot in your stomach was almost painful, but Eddie's dick continued to brush against your cervix walls, you could feel his cum start to smear against your inner thighs. "Yes you can, you're my girl, you can take it, you know your words" Eddie grunted, bottoming out inside of you before rolling his hips, you dug your nails into his back again, your body shaking and spasming as your 3rd orgasm ripped through you almost painfully, but honestly? the pain just made you twice as wet.
You bit your lip, tears brimming your eyes from overstimulation as Eddie slowed his thrusts, but didn't quite stop "Fuck I'm almost there Mi amor, please baby" He begged, you could tell by his face he wanted to cum bad, so you slowly pulled him out of you, much to his disliking "Please, please baby, just need to cum, please baby" He begged, basically on his knees, taking to opportunity to lick a bold strip right across your clit, you almost fell to the floor as you moaned loudly "get up" you demanded, Eddie slowly stood to his feet as you slowly sat on your knees "you dont- Oh!" Eddie moaned out in shock as you immediately took his cock down your throat, his hand found it's way to the back of your head, guiding your head up and down as you swallowed around him. It wasn't long before you felt the warm substance starting to run down your throat. Looking up Eddie was laid flat on the bed, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, as you slowly and shakily stood up, Eddie's hand was quick to gently tug you down onto the bed with him, pulling you close to his bare chest.
"You really love me?.." You asked after a moment, breaking the comforting sounds of Eddie's humming, his hand still running through your hair, trying to get any tangles out "I do, mi amor, more than anything in this world, other than my son, nobody can top him" Eddie whispered before chuckling "I really love you then too..and agreed, I love Christopher more too, he's a great kid" You smiled, resting your hand over the tattoo the wrapped around his forearm. "I'm really glad we got drunk that night.." He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you leaned closer into his touch as he continued humming quietly, Eddie adored you, no matter how messy your hair, or rough you look, he could never find a flaw, you were perfect in his eyes in every possible way.
Now only thing left is to find a way to tell your brother and Eddie's best friend.
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A Favor
You and Eddie have been together a few months. He introduced you to his son after a couple dates when he knew you were something he wanted to keep forever.
You had just got off work when Eddie called you.
“Hey babe, everything ok?” You asked.
“Yeah, everything is fine, can you do me a huge favor?”
“Yeah, whats up?” You asked curious as to what he needed.
“Carla has a flat tire, can you go pick Christopher up from school?” He asked sounding desperate.
“Yeah, is there anything I need to be able to pick him up?” You responded cheerfully.
“Just your id, I will call the school and let them now”
“Ok, I’ll take him back to my place and wait for you to get off shift, then maybe we can do dinner”
“Ok that sounds great, make sure he finishes his homework”
“Will do”
“Alright, thanks” you heard him say, relief flooding his voice.
“see you later” you said, hearing the line click. You made your way to the school.
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You had just finished helping Christopher with his homework. The two of you were now sitting on the couch. Y’all were playing a video game together. He was beating you badly. You hear Eddie come inside. He stops and watches y’all a second before saying anything.
“Hey guys!” He says.
“Dad!” Christopher yells, pausing the game and putting his controller down, running towards him.
“Hey bud, did you finish your homework?” He asks wrapping Christopher in a tight hug and kissing his head.
“Yes, Y/n helped me!” He said.
“Good, it looks like you guys had fun, Christopher why dint you go play video games while Y/n and I make dinner?” Eddie said now making his way to where you were at the counter. He wraps his arms around you.
Now that it was just the two of you he picks you up and sits you on the counter so you are face to face. He puts his forehead on yours.
“I love you, y/n” Eddie whispered. The two of you hadn’t told each other that yet but Eddie couldn’t wait.
“Eddie, I-“ you start to say before he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry, I know its too soon, I just saw you with him and it made me realize how much I feel.”
“Eddie, I love you too, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, you trusted me with your life today, I know you are afraid of getting hurt or worse Christopher getting hurt but I am not going anywhere” you say to him feeling him relax in your arms.
You hear Christopher come in the kitchen. You and Eddie separate.
“Whats for dinner?” He ask.
You and Eddie look at each other, “pizza” you say at the same time, causing you to laugh.
You spend the rest of the evening laughing and playing with your newly found family. The 3 of you curl up for a movie. Around 9 Eddie says he should probably take the asleep Christopher home.
“Thank you for everything today” he says in a whisper not wanting to wake the boy.
“Anytime, I love you” you reply kissing his lips and then Christopher’s head.
“I love you too” he says before walking out the door.
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Bruises and Surprises
Summary: When Eddie is acting off and then comes home late Evan and Y/N start to worry. But when they find out why he's been acting off, it causes some problems.
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x fem!reader x Evan Buckley
Wordcount: 2.5k
Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing possibly, mentions of violence and injuries
A/N: This was inspired by @megalony Late Night Fights. I hope you guys enjoy this, thank you for the support.
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The four of them sat at Eddie's kitchen table that morning. Both Evan and Y/N had the day off, Chris was going over to a friends house for a sleepover today. And Eddie decided to pick up an extra shift at the fire house.
"You know you didn't have to take that shift Eddie." Y/N says as he pours coffee into a turmos mug. It was rare that the three of them had a day off at the same time. So naturally she was a little disappointed when Eddie said he chose to do an extra 12 hours.
"I didn't realize you were off today, I'm sorry mi amour." He says dropping a kiss on the top of her head.
"You got all your stuff ready Chris?" Chris nods at Eddie's question and then gets up to go grab his things.
"You know there's no harm in taking a day off right. I mean you've been working a lot lately." Evan pitches in concern evident in his voice. As he puts his mug down on the table.
"You should be taking better care of yourself Eds." She said putting a hand on her stomach, masking a slight discomfort that made it's appearance.
"You two are blowing this way out of proportion." Eddie had been acting off lately. He was shorter tempered and he had been picking up a lot of extra hours. He was tired and overall frustrated often. They were both a little worried. Y/N hadn't seen him act this way for a long time. She was getting really worried.
The last time Eddie had acted this way she ended up getting a call say that he needed to be bailed out of jail. But she hadn't seen any bruises or marks on him, maybe she was over reacting.
"Why don't you call in sick?" Evan proposed, only to receive a scoff from Eddie.
"I said I'd be there, Buck. Come on, Chris!" Eddie gave them both a quick kiss before his son finally entered the room. Y/N and Evan said goodbye to Chris and just like that the house became quiet.
"He's acting strange right?" She asked Buck, her hands wrapped around the mug as she stared at the dark liquid before glancing at him.
"Yeah, he is." Evan confirmed.
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Y/N stood in the kitchen cutting vegetables for supper. Two hands made their way to her waist and then her front. Buck leaned his chin on her shoulder as she hummed along to the song playing.
"Why don't you go sit?"
"Babe, I'm fine." She told him pausing to look up at him, kissing him on the cheeks.
"You were sick all morning." He presses. She put the knife down and turned in his arms so she was facing him. Her hands came up to cup his jaw.
"I promis, I feel fine. Good even." She spoke softly giving him her full attention. He let out a sigh searching for something unusual in her features only to find nothing.
"You promis? And if you start to feel even a little off you'll go sit?"
"Yes baby, I promise." She gave him a sweet smile and a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, then let me help. What can I do?" Evan asked going over to the sink to wash his hands.
"You can take over cutting while I get started on the sauce." She took a pot out and placed it beside the one with water. They didn't get to cook together often. It was often Buck or Y/N never Eddie. They were scared they wouldn't have a kitchen by the end of it, or taste buds.
By the time everything was ready it was 8pm. Late compared to 'normal' hours but their schedule was so weird that they got used to eating at odd hours.
"Shouldn't Eddie be home by now?" Y/N asked looking up at Evan with worry.
"His call must have run late. It happens all the time." He reassured her wrapping a hand around her waist and hugging her, his head going down to her neck.
"We should wait for him."
They ended up eating an hour and a half later. Without Eddie.
It was 11pm when Y/N wanted to go to bed but was to busy paissing their living room.
"This can't just be a call Evan."
"Sweetheart-"
"Theres no way he has been on a call for over 3 hours!" He was also getting worried, he just didn't want to show it. It wasn't impossible, but another unit would have gotten there and they would have been able to go back to the station, and back home.
"Baby stop, please." He gently grabbed her arms stopping her movements.
"How about you go to bed-" she shook her head and open her mouth to protest but Evan stopped her.
"How about you go to bed and try to sleep, and I'll go down to the station and see what's going on." She let out a sigh, hesitating.
"Your exhausted and you have work in the morning, Sweetheart. I wasn't really asking." Evan made himself more clear. Her hands went to his biceps and his to her waist.
"Fine."
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It was dark in the house when he came home. Using his hands to make sure he didn't run into anything. When he reached the kitchen he turned the light over the sink on. He grabbed the first aid kit from the top of the fridge groaning from the pain it caused.
He took his shirt off letting it fall to the ground, he looked down spotting the dark bruises painting the various parts of his body. He took out some rubbing alcohol and cream setting them on the counter.
"Eddie?"
He turned around to find Y/N standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She was just about to fall asleep when she heard the front door.
"Baby where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone?" She rushed forward only for her to stop a few feet away from him. A small gasp left her when she actually took the time to look at him.
"A call ran late, I'm sorry." He explained. She approached him gently running her fingure tips over a bruise on his stomach to which he winced.
"Eddie..." His name was spoken so softly he barely caught it.
"It was a rough one. It looks worse than it is, mi amour." He said, he put a hand on her arm trying to comfort her. But then she caught sight of his bloody and bruised knuckles. She took in a sharp breath standing up straighter. It all clicked in her head.
"You've been fighting again, haven't you?" She looked at him disappointment flooding her eyes.
"What? No, of course not." The slight hesitant in his voice told her otherwise.
"Edmundo, do not lie to me." She said angerly, tears welling up in her eyes despite her attempts to stop them. He took a deep breath closing his eyes and tilting his head slightly up.
He wasn't planning to do it again but a few weeks back an old buddy from back when he did illegal fighting contacted him. Said then needed someone because some guy left last minute. It was supposed to be a one time thing. But one turned to two, and two to three until it got out of hand.
"Baby-"
"Why!? Why would you possibly do that again?!" She was livid, rightfully so. She took a step back until she hit the kitchen island.
"It's complicated." He said looking back at her. Letting out a sigh, he didn't want to explain.
"Complicated? How could it be Complicated? This was in the past, we left it there, with the lawsuit, and the heartache and- and jail. We talked about this."
"It's not the same. I'm careful I know what I'm doing." He tries to explain, but it wasn't good enough.
"You also knew what you where doing when you broke that guys nose!" She yelled, not hearing the front door over their arguing.
"That's not fair."
"Look at yourself!" He swallowed hard. He was littered with cuts and bruises. He knew he shouldn't come home looking like this.
"Eddie?" Evan stood at the other end of the kitchen, his voice caused them both to look over at him.
Y/N kept a concern look on her face but a weight on her shoulders was lifted knowing that Buck was home and okay, it was one less thing to worry about. Eddie seemed surprised, he though Evan was sleeping.
"Thank God, your okay. I've been looking everywhere for you." Evan drops his keys on the counter and rushed to hug his boyfriend. Y/N letting out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair.
Eddie inhaled sharply as Buck hugged him and winced. He returned the affection and then pulled away a little.
"Buck." It was strained and said through gritted teeth because of the pain. When he finally pulled away he got a good look at Eddie.
"What the hell happened?" He said anger in his tone. When no one answered he turned to his girlfriend for help.
"You don't talk about fight club right?" She said sarcasticly causing Eddie to roll his eyes.
"What?" Bucks face filled with confusing looking between the two.
"He's fighting again." She explained moving to the other side of the island to create space between her and the boys.
"What!? Why?" He turns to Eddie brows furrowed, he wasn't there when he did the fights in the past. Y/N was. He had heard of some of them from her, like the one where he broke a guy's nose so bad he choked on a piece of cartilage.
"Can we please not have this conversation again." Eddie felt like they were going around in circles, and it didn't help when his girlfriend just pick up the conversation where they left off when Evan arrived.
"They know what there doing as much as you do. How do you know how it's going to end? Next time it could be you, and they won't stay to help you, they'll leave you there." She didn't want to fight with her boys tonight, not with all the stress that she was under. Today was supposed to be a good day, and it only seemed to take a turn for the worst.
"Y/N-"
"She's right, I thought you were donne with it Eddie." Evan cuts in, concern and confusion evident on his face and in his voice.
"Apparently not." She muttered her hand rubbing her temple
"Do you know how much you scared us tonight?" Evan tried to make him understand. Y/N started to feel a slight discomfort, but she was unsure from what.
"I'm sorry." He really did feel bad, he knew he was extremely late. The missed phone calls and texts were unlike him.
He fished his phone from his pocket and set it on the counter. The screen was shattered and the back metal panel was missing a few pieces falling out of the phone as he sets it down.
"Eddie you can't start doing this again, I wasn't there when you did it before but Y/N told me it got pretty brutal." Evan explained his concern about his past, scared that it might repeat.
"Look it's just a few fights, and they help. I come home and I'm not angry or impatient." Eddie tried to reassure them but it wasn't working. He ran a hand through his hair.
"No, you come home bloody and bruised. Like thats any better." Y/N pitched back in sarcasm lassed in her voice. A hand going to her stomach now understanding where the discomfort came from
"Eddie you can't keep doing this, not after tonight." Evan almost pleaded.
"You don't get it!" He argued back, getting more frustrated by the minute. Y/N winced gripping the counter with her free hand.
"Then explain." Evan continued to try and reason with him but nothing seemed to work.
"I can't!" Eddie shouted, the two boys to engrossed in their argument to see the clear pain their girl was in.
"This isn't healthy, I though you talked about it with your therapist." Buck continued to try and understand.
"Evan-" He was cut off by Y/N.
"Uhh! Will you two stop!" She was hunched over, one hand still on the counter for support the other on her stomach. A pained look on her face.
"Y/N?" Eddie turned to her and took a few steps in her direction.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Evan was extremely concerned. He rounded the island and stood beside her placing a hand on her hip.
"You two are stressing me."
"Mi amour, that can't be stress." Eddie gently rubs circles into her back.
"Since when does stress cause you pain?" Evan asked, she stood back up straight.
"Since I've been pregnant."
They both look at each other, wanting to have confirmation they heard the same thing.
"Pregnant?"
"Baby, are you sure?"
"I was hoping for a little more excitement boys." She remarked.
"Okay, how about we get you to the couch?" Eddie spoke looking at Evan.
Once she was seated on the couch the boys sat on either side of her.
"How long have you known?" She looked over at Buck and took a deep inhale.
"A week." She leaned back until her back hit the couch and looked between the boy. Trying to see both their reactions.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I was going to, but you both have such a hectic work schedule that I was trying to find the right time. And then Eddie decided to work today so... This isn't how I wanted to tell you." She looked down at her hands in her lap.
She had spent so much time trying to plan the perfect moment. Tonight was gonna be it over some dinner the three of them. So they could figure out how to tell Chris together. But everything went wrong, it usually did with them. The execution was terrible, but the result was always good. Buck set a hand on her shoulder squeezing slightly to give her a little comfort.
"Where does it hurt?" Eddie asked concern painted on his face.
She looked over at him and set her hand on her lower stomach to show him. He reached over lifting her shirt a little and pressing a hand in different areas. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"I'm sorry baby." He apologized glancing between her and Evan. He hated that he had cause this. The stress and pain. He never wanted this to happen.
"It's just you two are constantly risking your life at work. I don't-"
"Hey, I get. I won't go to the fights anymore, I swear." Eddie stopped her to explain. He understood how much this meant to her to both of them. She gave him a small smile before it turned to a frown when she spotted Evan leaning down to be slightly above her stomach
"Now, you gotta stop giving trouble to your mom little guy." She let out a giggle running her hand in his hair only to lift his face and give him a kiss
"I don't think thats how it works Buck."
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"We should go out sometime." Eddie says one day. It was another day in 118, and Eddie was spending most of his days working put. Which wasn't unusual, but this week it has been.
Ever since Buck had kissed Tommy Kinard and gone on a date with him, Eddie had been increasingly more focused on working up a sweat than anything else. Which was strange, but no stranger than Eddie's question to Y/N when he decided to join him.
"Excuse me?" Y/N asked.
"Come on, Y/N. Think about it. When's the last time we hung out?"
"Never. I hate you, Diaz, remember? You and I are bitter enemies and rivals."
"Yeah, but enemies hang out, right?" Eddie asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"You know you've been acting weird ever since Buck started seeing Tommy. Wait, a minute.... you're not jealous of them, are you?" Y/N grins.
"What? No." Eddie blushed.
"You are! Admit it, Edmundo."
Eddie growled and got closer to Y/N. "It's Eddie. Stop calling me what my mom calls me."
"You know...." Y/N traced a finger over Eddie's muscular frame. "We could skip past the date and go for the fun stuff?" Y/N smiled suggestively.
Eddie looks at a loss for words.
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Dating Eddie Diaz would include:
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Eddie Diaz headcanon, I hope you like it! I already made two Buck fanfics and will make a Masterlist soon!
Divider made my @firefly-graphics
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If you worked at the 118, you would both have the same shift, that’s also how you met.
You and Eddie immediately bonded when you worked together during calls, at training or when you spent some time together after work.
After being friends for a while, Eddie asked you out on a date.
When you started dating, you went on a few more dates.
To a restaurant, to the beach or just a chill day at your apartment.
Eddie suggested taking the relationship slowly and not rushing anything.
If you don’t work as a firefighter or a paramedic, he tries to spend as much time with you as possible.
If he has time, he will text you while he’s working.
After work he sometimes drives to your apartment to surprise you.
Eddie is very protective of you and always wants to make sure you are okay.
You can’t hide any injury from him, no matter how small it is.
Eddie calls you pet names like mi amor, mi vida or babe.
He loves to show his affection through cuddling, hugging and constant handholding.
When you found out that he is not the best cook, you started teaching him some recipes.
Eddie really enjoys cooking with you.
After you’ve been dating for a while, Eddie introduces you to Christopher.
After meeting Christopher for the first time, you and Eddie spend more time with him.
Chris and you get along very well, and he enjoys having you around, which makes Eddie very happy.
Now you spend more time at Eddie’s home.
One day Eddie thought it would be a good idea if you finally met his friends.
The whole 118 welcomed you with open arms and were very kind to you.
You’re good friends with the others, especially with Buck.
After a while, Eddie told you what happened in the army, and you were there for him when he went to therapy.
You comfort Eddie when he has a nightmare.
When you met his family, it didn’t go as planned, but his sisters were very nice to you and the day went well.
Eddie is very happy with you and you are with him.
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Bloodstained Sandbags
whumptober day 1 : bloody knuckles
pairing: eddie diaz x reader
characters: eddie diaz, fem!reader, christopher diaz, evan buckley, scott (oc)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, nightmares, panic attacks, crying, blood, disassociation, SA (not in vivid detail, but it is spoken about), language, caretaking, PTSD, resetting a dislocated shoulder, talks of therapy, mentions of underground fighting, please tell me if i missed any
word count: ~5.6k
a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace
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summary: healing is draining and you're trying everything you can to stay afloat... can a new workout routine help keep you above water as you support eddie through his trauma while you work through your own?
You really thought that when Eddie started working at the dispatch center, things were going to get better for you. You thought you would sleep better, your nightmares fading away as you always had your protector next to you now. You were safe, no one could hurt you with Eddie at your side.
But it didn’t seem to matter, because you couldn’t close your eyes without being back in that damn break room – the break room you no longer set foot in.
It was like even though you knew you were safe with Eddie… a sick, twisted part of you kept reminding you that Eddie wouldn’t always be there to protect you.
And the thing was, Eddie had no idea.
No idea that you were struggling. That for months you were feeling sick to your stomach everytime you got up to get ready for work. That you wanted his touch but had a mini panic attack every time he touched you when you weren’t expecting it.
But he had no idea what happened to you either. You were afraid to tell him. Afraid he’d leave you, though logically you knew he would never do that.
Except there wasn’t a good time to tell him, either. He was having a hard time with his PTSD and you were doing the best you could to help him while also trying to keep yourself above water.
Which is why you started going to the gym…
The sweating, the adrenaline, all of it just made you feel stronger.
And that’s where you picked up on learning to fight, you wanted to be ready. Ready to protect yourself or Christopher if the situation presented itself and Eddie wasn’t around.
You sighed as you walked into yours and Eddie’s apartment, your body stiff and sore from your workout. You managed to scrape your knuckles just a little bit too but it wasn’t too noticeable.
You hung your purse up and set your gym bag down. “Eddie? Chris?”
You heard Eddie’s voice come from the kitchen. “We’re in here, Honey!”
You smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing them at the table. “How are my boys?” You went over and kissed them both on the head, “I’m sorry if I made you wait, I got really in the zone at the gym and the traffic was a monster.”
“Oh it’s no problem, I was just getting started on the veggies. Why don’t you go shower and it should be ready by the time you're done,” Eddie said as he stood and kissed the side of your head before returning to cutting the vegetables.
You nodded at him before ruffling Chris’s hair, “Do you have any homework you need help with?” He nodded, “Yeah, math stuff.” “Alrighty, I’ll help you after dinner, okay?” “Okay.”
Smiling, you kissed his head again before going to take a shower.
Once you went into the bathroom, you were all too ready to peel the sweaty gym clothes off of you.
Your leggings peeled off with a wet sound, and if someone heard it they would have thought that you jumped into the ocean with your clothes on. The collar of your cutout t-shirt was soaked enough that you could ring it out. Your sports bra was practically the same way.
“I went way harder than I thought…” you mumbled to yourself as you dropped your clothes into a pile and checked the temperature of your shower.
Scalding hot, just like you liked it.
You stepped under the water, wincing slightly at the initial bite of the heat on your skin. But as you stood there under the water both the heat and pressure seemed to massage your muscles, allowing you to relax.
The shower was the only way you could get a massage, it was the only place you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable.
And you never went to a masseuse at all because Eddie was enough. But now, after everything that happened, the idea of being pinned under someone with your back exposed and their hands on you like that could send you into a panic attack.
He had tried once after he started his therapy sessions, realizing he had been neglecting you and wanted to help you work out the soreness of your muscles.
But you were fighting a panic attack the whole time. You had to hold a conversation with him and ask him to not put his full weight on you. He cooperated without question of course and then you sat and chatted about your day.
Though you haven’t let him do it since, fearing that you would be able to hold it together and freak out on him.
Showers were your source of muscle relaxation. So that’s why you stood there, water pressure on pulse and heat turned up to hell.
When you felt satisfied, you turned the temperature down and finished your shower, ending with a cold rinse just to soothe your skin before getting out and getting dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Eddie’s shirts then joining the boys for dinner.
Eddie watched you wash dishes with a smile on his face as he leaned against the fridge.
He had cleaned out the sink, putting plates, bowls, utensils, and cups into the dishwasher while you were helping Chris with homework. But now you were working on pots and pans because they just didn’t fit in the dishwasher with the other things, often needing to be washed separately – and that took too long for your liking.
So after getting Chris settled down in his room, Eddie came back to watch you, wanting to spend alone time with you since you rarely got that lately.
Not that he was necessarily mad about it, he respected boundaries when and where you set them – no questions asked.
But he was pulled to action when he heard you wince, taking a step and a half to meet you as you turned for a towel.
“What happened?” Eddie asked, holding your hand as you dabbed it dry, wincing as you did so.
You shook your head, not answering him as you took the towel away to blow on the raw skin of your busted knuckles. You had gotten lemon juice and salt on them from cleaning the cutting board you had used this morning, and it hurt like a bitch.
Eddie froze for a second. Where had you gotten bruised and scraped up knuckles from? You hadn’t had those this morning…
In a quick scan, he checked you over for injuries. If you had a bruised cheekbone or black-eye that he somehow missed during dinner. But you were clean, so he could cross fight off the list.
“Nena… what happened?”
His voice was gentle as he took the towel away from you and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He was worried, because last time he started coming home with busted knuckles he was underground fighting…
But you wouldn’t do that? Would you?
“I was at the gym and I scraped it, not a big deal.”
He nodded and rubbed his thumb gently over it. “Let me finish the dishes.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Eddie was going to finish the dishes, and he wasn’t going to argue.
You sighed and moved out of the way, letting him take over but you didn’t leave and instead wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his back.
After your day at work and then going so hard at the gym, you need this comfort. The domesticity of it all, the safety of it all.
Over the next few weeks things seemed to be getting a little better. Sure, you were still having nightmares and coming home with slightly bruised knuckles but Eddie’s surprise touches didn’t spook you anymore. You were also considering becoming more intimate with Eddie again as he seemed to be doing better as well and was seeking out the contact again.
Things were just slowly coming back to normal, well as normal as the could be, but things were getting better
But then something happened at work, and it set all of your progress back.
You were walking to your desk from the supply closet with more file folders, since you were doing some re-organizing and needed new ones, when you bumped into someone.
They caught you before you fell, steadying you with their hands on your waist. Huffing out a surprised laugh, you looked up to thank them but you nearly choked on air when you saw whose hands were on you.
Panic shot through you like lightning and you put distance between you and Scott immediately, not caring if it was rude or not.
“Woah, Y/N, you okay?” He asked, but the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips told you that he knew the answer.
How could you be okay? After not seeing him that up close for months, then all of a sudden his hands are on you again and you’re back to being the weak little girl you were in the break room that night.
“S-S-Scott, I-I thought you were um late shift?” You stuttered, your eyes looking for escapes to your desk in your periphery.
He put a hand in his pocket nonchalantly, attempting to lure you into a false sense of security, that that side of his body was safe to escape through – it wasn’t.
“Oh, I am, but I decided to come in on a Saturday. I needed another day on my paycheck since I took a day off this week.”
You nodded, jaw setting and grinding your back teeth together as you tried to avoid looking at his face. “I see. Well Scott, if you’ll excuse me I need to get… get back to my desk.” You cursed yourself for starting so confident but then losing it as the breath just slowly got pulled from your lungs.
Scott just smirked. He could see the fear in your eyes and the cottonmouth you were getting just being in his presence. He thrived on it, knowing that corporate wasn’t going to follow up on the claim you made to HR and that you weren’t in a great position to quit so you had to stay for just a little longer.
But he just caught you one unlucky night where you had to stay late to finish a project, considering you didn’t work the night hours because you usually needed to be home with Chris because Eddie was working a shift. The one time Buck was off you took advantage of it and stayed late to catch up.
And you haven’t stayed late since…
“Oh, by all means, don’t let me stop you, I was just on my way to get some coffee.”
You were trying so hard not to clam up and just bolt to your desk and pack up. But you calmly nodded and just squatted down to pick up the folders you dropped.
You hated having your back to him and your hands shook furiously as you collected the pale yellow folders.
“You look like you could use a break, why don’t you join me?” Scott’s voice was right in your ear. It was low and raspy as his hand gripped your shoulder.
Trying your best to just shrug it off, you shook your head. “No, I’m alright. I need to get back to work.”
He clicked his tongue and shook his head, “I insist.” His voice was demanding as his fingers curled around your joint and dug into your collarbone.
Instantly your arm shot up and pushed him off you. “I said no.”
You scooped up the remaining folders and dignity and went toward your desk. Just to have fingers curled around your wrist and pulling you back into a hard chest.
“I’m trying to be nice and you’re being a bitch.”
Rolling your lips between your teeth, you tried to yank your wrist away – twisting and pulling at his grip to get him to let go. “You just don’t know how to understand the word ‘no’. I don’t want coffee, I just want to go to my desk.”
You swallowed, finally looking in his eyes, shredding any last dignity you had. “Please Scott… you got what you wanted, just leave me alone… please…”
The canines he bared as he smiled wide made you sick to your stomach, but as he opened his mouth to speak his attention was pulled away and you took that chance to free yourself. You twisted your wrist and pushed the files into his chest before booking it to your desk.
After gathering your things and rushing to your manager’s office, pleading to her with shaky hands as you told her something had happened and you needed to get home to Chris.
She immediately let you leave, not questioning it as you thanked her and ran out to your car.
The drive home was a total blur, taking the turns on auto pilot as you tried not to break down before you were in the safety of your own home and not risking anyone else’s safety.
And when you finally got home, you were booking it to the fridge to get a cold water bottle to maybe shock your system into calming down. But in your haste you missed the fact that Buck and Chris are home, and not out at the aquarium like you thought they were.
Buck had heard you come in and watched you nearly trip over yourself to get to the kitchen, abandoning your purse and keys on the floor.
Chris had seen it too and looked at Buck concerned, having never once seen you like this. “Buck?” Buck ruffled Chris’s hair, “I’ll go see what’s up. You stay here okay?” Chris just nodded and watched Buck get up and go to the kitchen.
Buck went to the kitchen, finding you chugging the cold water as you white knuckled the counter.
“Y/N? You’re home early.”
The way you jumped, hand clenching around the bottle so hard that water shot out of it – it would have been comical had the dilated look in your wide eyes not set off alarm bells in Buck’s head.
You watched, caught like a deer in headlights, as concern washed over Buck’s face and filled his eyes with pity. Immediately your back was turned to him, shielding your breaking resolve from his helping hand.
With the blood pounding in your ears, you missed his approach until he was touching you. You jerked again under his touch, weakly muttering out, “P-please don’t touch me.”
Buck’s heart sank. He had never heard you sound like this before… so broken…
It sent him back to the night Eddie had destroyed your room in a fit of helplessness, how terrified his best friend was. How you sat with Eddie, him now remembering your bruised knuckles encasing Eddie’s in an act of comfort.
“Y/N… what happened? What’s wrong?”
“No-nothing, just-just…”
He tried to turn you and get you to face him, to get a read on your face and figure out what to do. But you yelped and pushed him back, sending his stunned 6’2” frame into the table.
“Buck you need to leave…”
“Y/N-”
“Leave Evan!”
Buck swallowed, trying not to be hurt as he turned on his heel and went to say goodbye to Christopher.
You watched him leave the kitchen, your ears hot and tingling as you looked at the mess you made. You needed to clean it up before Chris came in here and slipped.
Hearing Buck close the front door, you carefully made your way to the laundry room to get a dirty bath towel to clean it up. Your vision tunneled, your ears rang and you felt that sick snag in your chest as the air was stopping half way down your throat.
By the time you get there your legs can barely hold you up as you get to the washer and sink down to the floor. Sobs are wracking your chest and you can only pray Chris can’t hear you.
But your prayers went unanswered, because Chris can hear you and he is scared.
Your broken sobs and ragged breathing are reminding him of the night Eddie punched those holes in the wall… and the night you came home and took a long shower thinking Chris was asleep and couldn’t hear you crying through the wall.
Chris abandoned the video game in front of him and put himself on a mission to find you. He could follow the sound of your cries to where you were sitting on the cold floor, head between your knees as you tried to breathe regularly.
“Y/N?” He gently called out, hoping you could hear him.
He watched you thread your hands in your hair and pull at the roots, sucking in jagged breaths just for them to be forced out with the next sob.
He didn’t like seeing you like this and he hated that he wasn’t sure how to help. But he knew he had to try.
Chris called out your name again as he approached you, not wanting to scare you and send you further into your panic. You must have recognized his voice because you seemed to calm down just a bit. He sat down on the floor next to you and put his hands on yours on top of your head.
“You’re safe, it’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He recalled the phrases you had repeated to him when he was having trouble after the tsunami. He had to pull from what he was shown, he had barely anything to go off of and he just had to hope that it was enough.
With Chris putting his hands on yours, talking to you gently, you could feel yourself slowly calming down. His hands were so drastically different from the ones that had bruised your skin, that it managed to remind you that you were home and that you were safe.
“Please, Y/N…”
You look up at him slowly, your hands letting go of your hair and holding his hands. “It’s okay, you’re safe.” Chris moved your hands to his face, hoping that it can help to ground you.
Your thumbs immediately began to rub back and forth on his cheeks, him taking deep breaths to help you find a rhythm. “Follow me, Y/N. Just like you tell me…”
Chris watched the fog clear from your eyes as you began to calm down and lean forward to press a kiss to his head as a thank you before resting your forehead on his. He wrapped his arms around you as best he could and you pulled him into your lap, your head falling to his shoulder.
You sat there for a bit in silence, rubbing Chris’s back as you managed to collect yourself.
“I’m sorry if I scared you, Chris. I didn’t mean to,” you apologized, breaking the silence. “Are you okay?” His voice was soft and gentle as he pulled back a little. You’re nodding immediately, “I’m better now, thank you buddy.”
“Do I need to call Dad?”
You shook your head, “No, it’s okay. I’ll be alright.”
He nodded before tilting his head a little, “Why are you mad at Buck? Did he do something bad?”
Your heart sank. He had heard you yell at Buck, and you hardly ever yelled around Chris – if ever. And now you’ve come home early, yelled at one of your best friends, and had a full blown panic attack with Christopher as a witness.
“Oh Chris… Buck didn’t do anything wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at him. I’m not mad.”
“Why did you yell at him?”
“I was just feeling a lot of things and it was just what happened. I could have handled it better and I will in the future,” you said gently as you pushed some of his curls back.
You sniffled a little bit, “Why don’t you go back to the living room and I’ll make you some lunch after I get changed?” You gave him the best smile you could and kissed his forehead after he nodded.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Eddie had come home around 5:30 to you already finishing up on getting dinner ready.
“Honey? What are you doing home?”
“Oh, I got the stuff I need to get done early so I decided to just come home,” you said nonchalantly with a shrug.
He smiled and came up behind you to kiss your cheek before he went to get changed. But as he placed his hand on the small of your back, you jumped.
Eddie’s brow furrowed, you had never reacted like that to him. But he didn’t get to ask you, because you turned your head and planted a kiss on his lips. “I love you, Eddie.” He smiled softly and kissed your forehead, “I love you too, Y/N.”
You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his shoulder, smelling his coffee and whiskey body spray. He hugged you back, albeit a little confused, but he could tell you needed this.
After a few moments, you pulled back, “Go get changed and cleaned up, I’ll have it plated for you by the time you get back.” He nodded and kissed your temple, “Yes ma’am.”
You smiled and pecked his jaw before he went to change.
When he came back, Eddie found you and Chris at the table, his plate made up for him just like you said it would be.
“It looks fantastic, Honey, thank you,” he said, announcing his presence before touching your shoulder and kissing the top of your head. You smiled at him, “Of course, Sweetheart.” He sat down next to you, his hand on your thigh, just resting there as you ate.
You talked about his day and everything that went on – you having been getting his twitter notifications and just wanted a little more detail.
But when he turned and asked you about your day, you clammed up and just told him it was like any other day, you just skipped the gym today because you wanted to surprise him with dinner. And you left it at that, leaving no more room for conversation about your day.
After dinner you all went to the living room to watch movies before Chris went to bed. It was your weekend routine.
Except tonight you broke routine.
You decided that you wanted to go ahead and go to the gym, just to get a small workout in before you went to bed. So, after you did the dishes you got in your gym clothes and gave Chris a hug and Eddie a quick kiss before leaving.
It had all happened so quickly that Eddie didn’t get a chance to really slow you down and ask you what was up. This behavior was just so off to him that he just wanted an explanation.
And he did… just not from you.
After you lifted weights for God knows how long, you finally went over to the punching bag.
You had been on autopilot the moment you left the house.
And yeah, you felt bad for just leaving Eddie hanging like that. Giving him no explanation other than you just wanted to. But you had been thrumming since your panic attack, using that energy on deep cleaning and laundry — too on edge to rest or sit still.
You needed an aggressive outlet for all that energy, you had to get to the gym.
So that’s where you’ve been. Lifting weights and running until near collapse.
Now you were hastily wrapping your hands to take it all out on the punching bag. The poor inanimate object becoming the true outlet of your emotions, taking blow after blow as you wail on it. Your emotions from earlier in the day being released in the form of punches.
You hated that Scott was able to revert you back to the scared girl you were that night, smothering all the progress you had thought you made.
The swinging sandbag in front of you felt like a wall as you hit it with every you had. Flashes of that night played behind your closed lids as you seemingly lost control.
You could feel his hands on you again, touching you with evil intentions. His hands mocked Eddie, tainted the loving touch of your boyfriend with his greediness.
Your hips digging into the counter, bruised with the force of Scott pinning you in place. You couldn’t escape, you didn’t know how to escape.
With each moment flashing, each ghostly touch reminding you of what he did to you in the break room, you punched harder — oblivious to the pain shooting up your arm with each solid hit.
You couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop.
You just wanted it all to go away.
And in those moments you didn’t feel the tears running down your cheeks, you were numb. You hadn’t noticed the break in your poorly wrapped tape, which allowed your bare knuckles to meet with the canvas bag.
The tears and dissociation blurred your vision and you were blind to the fact the red spots and streaks covering the rough beige fabric was your own blood.
You had broken the skin on your knuckles, staining the sandbag with your blood as tears stained your cheeks.
But when you land a particularly hard punch and your shoulder pops grotesquely next to your ear do you snap out of it.
“Oh fuck!”
Your curse was picked up by a nearby girl who had come in at the same time as you.
“Oh my goodness! Are you okay?!”
Your head whipped up to look at her and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
You didn’t look good, covered head to toe in red splotches and sweat. You looked down at your knuckles and saw that your tape was practically non-existent and your hand was covered in crimson.
“Ma’am? Are you okay?”
You blinked and looked at the girl. “Yeah… yes yes I’m fine. I just… I need to go home. My boyfriend is probably worried.”
“Are you sure? That crack sounded bad…”
“Thank you for your concern but I’m alright. You have a good night and be safe, please.”
She could only nod as you quickly grabbed your bag and went out to your car.
You knew you’d be driving with just one arm and you really didn’t want to deal with an midnight ER on a Saturday night so you went straight home — knowing that you’d need Eddie.
Eddie sat in the living room, his knee bouncing with nerves as he waited for you to get home.
You hadn’t answered your phone and he was starting to get worried. With his line of work, he was already thinking the worst. Did you get into an accident? Did you get taken? He had his radio on the coffee table listening closely while he waited, hoping that he didn’t hear anything related to you come over the device.
Then he heard it. The front door opening and closing followed by keys in the bowl and a bag hitting the floor.
You were home, so at least there’s that relief.
He looked up and over as you walked by, arm cradling the other as you sniffled.
“Chris was worried about you.”
Eddie watched you tense, but you didn’t turn to face him.
He stood walking over to you. “He told me you had a panic attack when you came home today, you know, after you yelled at Buck to leave. Then you weren’t here when he went to bed. He knows something is wrong, and he’s worried it’s his fault.”
That made you turn, allowing Eddie to see the rush of tears on your face as you still cradled your arm.
“No, God no. This is nowhere near Chris’s fault.” Your voice was thick with emotion as you spoke and the realization dawned on you that you would have to tell Eddie everything.
“Did I do something? Because I thought we talked about things and worked things out. If I did, please tell me… I want to fix it… I can’t lose you…”
“Oh Eddie…”
“Please mi vida…” Eddie’s voice was soft and low as he rubbed your arms.
You covered your mouth, attempting to conceal the sob of pain and regret. But you couldn’t hide the small yelp or your bloody fist.
Concerned, Eddie put his hands on your shoulders, freezing when he felt the slipped ball and socket joint and you sobbed into your hand.
“Sweetheart?”
“Fix it… please, it hurts so bad…”
Eddie nodded and carefully got himself into position, “You ready?” “Just do i- AH!” Mid sentence, Eddie popped your shoulder back into place.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” he soothed as you sobbed into his shoulder.
“I’m sorry Eddie… I’m so sorry…”
He ran a hand through the hair at the back of your head, “Hey, lets get your hands cleaned up okay? Then we’ll talk, yeah?”
You nodded before stepping back, instinctively wiping your face with the back of your hand — smearing a little blood on your face.
Eddie tensed a little, that was the worst he’s seen your knuckles and it was starting to look suspicious to him. But you had come home the other times with no other injuries so he had no reason to question you about it.
But he could see clearly that something was wrong. Very wrong.
Eddie gently grabbed your hand and took you to the kitchen.
Without a word he sat you on the counter and grabbed the med kit from under the sink.
You both stayed quiet as he dampened a towel and cleaned you up, he inspected for tenderness and any signs of trauma to your hands other than the obvious.
Once he was done, you both sat in silence for a moment before you spoke up.
“It’s not what it may look like…”
“Oh yeah? Cause it looks like you’ve been fighting. I've seen the bruises on your knuckles but I don’t say anything because I didn’t want to assume. But after today I don’t know what to think.”
Your eyes fill with tears and you shake your head. “That’s not it, I swear. It’s just…” A weight settled on your chest as you realized this was the moment you would have to tell him and possibly change your relationship forever.
“Honey… please talk to me, I’m scared. I don’t want to lose you.”
And with that the damn was broken and you sobbed into your hands.
Eddie gave you a moment to calm down, comforting you as best he could until you were ready.
Once you were composed, you spilled everything.
From you needing to stay late to you going to the break room for a snack to when Scott walked in and shoved your dignity in the paper shredder.
Eddie was listening intently, his rage rising in his body but he tried not to show it and keep a gentle expression for your sake.
But hearing you, here and now, sounding so ashamed and scared. Recounting the night in detail.
And he had been so caught up in the job change that he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t noticed that the love of his life was suffering because he wasn’t there.
It wasn’t until his son came to him that he noticed something was wrong.
“Eddie, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” you sobbed, clinging onto him. “It didn’t… I didn’t want it, please you have to believe me.”
He felt his heart shatter in his chest.
You were begging for forgiveness for something that wasn’t your fault.
“I believe you Sweetheart, I believe you.”
He pulled back a little, “I-Is this why you’ve been going to the gym?” You nodded, whimpering a little as more tears filled your eyes, “You won’t always be there… and I just… I want to be ready to protect myself or Christopher.”
You held your hand up and flexed it a little, “I saw Scott for the first time since that night today at work, that’s why I had the panic attack. And I needed an outlet, I didn’t know I was bleeding until I dislocated my shoulder.”
Eddie wiped your eyes, “Y/N I’m so sorry I never noticed… I should have been there…” You shake your head, “I didn’t tell you Eddie, you were going through a lot and I didn’t want to add on…”
He frowned a little but kissed your forehead. It made him feel awful that you thought you couldn’t come to him. You were processing something alone while helping him get better and that wasn’t fair.
“Would you be willing to go to a professional about this? For you and for us? Just so we can learn to get through this together,” he laced your fingers together and kissed your knuckles.
You nodded and pressed your forehead to his, “I want to try.” You brought in a breath, “I have to quit my job…”
He hummed and nodded against you, “Please quit, I make enough, we'll be okay. And we can pull from savings if we need to.”
“Thank you.”
Eddie nudged your nose with his, “I love you, so much.”
You smiled softly and flattened your palm over his heart, “I love you too, Eds. So so much.”
He wrapped you in his arms and just held you there. Planting gentle kisses to your head and whispering little jokes in your ear to make you laugh.
And that’s when you knew that it would all be okay, that it would be better. Maybe not tomorrow, but someday.
As long as you had Eddie, you would be okay.
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Backfired
Eddie Diaz & Diaz!F!Reader (Diaz Sister Reader)
From these April Prompts: "Backfired"
A/N: Did I project my own coming out situation here lowkey???? We love projection in this house!!! First 911 fic and I've decided to ease into writing for the show by writing a lowkey coming out story for an Eddie Sister Reader insert!
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Coming out story, negative reactions to coming out, drinking.
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Staring at the house you grew up in back in Texas was overwhelming. It had been years since you’d been back and now that you were here for your father’s retirement party, you were reminded of every reason why you avoided it. The pressure, the judgment, the memories, the, well, everything. There was a car already in the driveway, not one you recognized so you assumed it was your brother or sister who beat you here. With a sigh you walked up the porch, bag over your shoulder and opened the front door.
“Hello?!” You called out, closing the door behind you. You felt the nerves rise up from your stomach and into your throat now, but maybe that was bile.
“We’re in the kitchen!” Your moms voice called out and you followed.
Your mother was cooking, surrounded by tons of catering trays that were being filled as the seconds passed, the fact she wasn’t paying much attention to you caused the anxiety levels to lower. Your gaze moved and fell on your older brother who was a pillar to you, you might not have seen him often but you talked a lot.
He had been talking to your father up until you walked in and he used you as a way to change conversations quickly.
“Hermana!” He called out. While the action might have been Eddie’s way of avoidance, you knew his excitement wasn’t a rouse. “Look who's here, everyone!” He was making his way over to you to embrace you but unfortunately for him, your father beat him to it. You were being scooped up into his hug before you could even answer Eddie and once he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, your mother was replacing him with her own grip around you.
“If I knew retiring was what was going to get you guys back home I would have retired years ago.” Your father teased which earned him a swat from your mother as she hugged you tight.
“Best for last.” You stuck your tongue out at your brother who smiled and squeezed you tight, you were surprised the beer bottle in his hand didn’t spill all down your back from him embrace.
“Suavecito, Edmundo.” Your mother spoke out with a frown on her face, “don’t suffocate her.”
Eddie rolled his eyes and moved to the fridge to grab you a beer. “How are things?” His head turned to look at you.
“They’re fine, where’s my nephew?” You grabbed the beer from him.
“Asleep, it’s 1 in the morning.” He frowned at you with a smile.
“Edmundo, don’t just assume she wants a drink, she could be…” Your mother raised her brows and pointed her head down.
Your gaze immediately snapped to your big brother. He knew you were in a serious relationship right now, with a woman. Your parents knew… somethings, too. They knew you were bisexual. You had come out to them a few years ago, and while they were trying to be accepting of it all, it didn’t stop their blissful ignorance from shining through sometimes.
Eddie passed you the beer and spoke up before you. “I talk to her like everyday, I’m updated on her life, Ma.”
“Everyday? Why don’t you call us more like that? We want to be updated on your life, too!” Your mother spoke up.
You took a deep breath and a big chug of your drink before you began to say what you were nervous about the whole drive here.
“I actually have two pieces of news.” Now, the attention was on you which made you want to back track completely. “Uh, well first is, I’m seeing someone. It’s kind of serious.” There was a rumble in your stomach, probably the truck stop dinner you had coming back up your throat.
“Oh that’s great honey!” Your mom clapped. “You should’ve brought him.”
It didn’t go past you that your father hadn’t spoken up in a while, he was generally the quiet one when the girls were around, but right now it made you extra nervous.
“Um, her name is actually Lucy–Lucia. She’s a, she’s a teacher.”
Your mother’s face brought you back to a few years back when you came out to your parents.
“I’m bisexual.” The two words lifted off your shoulders like weights. Despite really knowing your whole life, you had come to the true realization not that long ago but the weight of hiding something that could affect your life moving forward never sat right with you. It was made easier that you didn’t live in Texas anymore, it made the secrecy fade to the back burner, sure. But it never went away completely. There were already people that knew, a few close friends, your brother, and your other sister, but not your parents.
Your mother’s face dropped, the smile on her face from you telling her you had news to tell her immediately disappearing from her face as the words processed in her brain.
“No, you’re not.” Her head went back down to washing the dishes in the sink, her way of dealing with anything.
Denial. Not the route you thought this was going to go. Your head twitched into a frown as you stepped closer, standing against the counter by the sink, forcing her to be close to you, not to deny and avoid this.
“I like men and women, mom– I like everyone.” You softened your voice, like you needed to coddle her in this moment that was leaving you vulnerable.
“What about the grandchildren?” She asked in a way that was uneasy, her voice was rocky.
It pained you that that was her first thought after denying it. Not checking in, not accepting it, hell, not even asking questions. But you expected this, your parents were traditional, they might have said things in support of the community but once it was about their own kid, that mindset changed, you had read about it, but there was always some hope that maybe things would be different.
“I can still have grandchildren.” You opted to go that route instead of the, ‘what if I don’t want kids’ path. “Plus, you have grandchildren, you have Christopher!”
“It’s different and you know that! You’re not bi-whatever, mija, you like boys, you’ve always liked boys!”
“Yes, ma, I have, but I also like people who aren’t boys!” You raised your voice, the anger rising through you.
“What’s with the yelling?” Eddie walked in, you had planned your visits accordingly with at least one of your siblings, things were better in pairs.
“Your sister is breaking my heart!” She threw the kitchen towel on the ground before stomping out of the kitchen leaving you and your brother alone.
“I’m guessing you told her.” He moved over to you, throwing his arm around you as you stood their, numb, doing nothing but nodding to answer your brothers question. “I thought you said you were gonna tell her with me in the room?”
“It seemed like a good opportunity to tell her.” You pressed your head into his shoulder.
He chuckled, hoping some comedic relief would make you feel better, “Well, that backfired.”
You were brought you back to the moment present with your mom. Her face still the same as that one from years ago. But soon, a smile appeared on her mouth.
The tension that was around the room soon faded as your mom spoke up. “Why didn’t you bring her for your father’s retirement party?” The towel in her hand swatted you.
“Ow! Sorry Ma, I–” She cut you off before you finished your sentence.
“Call her! See if she can catch a last minute flight, there’s two days until the party.” Your mom was now leaving the room and your father smiled before following behind her. “Hope she’ll be able to make it.”
You looked over at Eddie and raised your eyebrows in shock.
He extended his hands out and bent down at the knees slightly. “Well, that went extremely well.” Standing back up tall he clapped his hands and walked over to you, still shocked and frozen from everything.
“Yea, I was expecting it to backfire on me entirely.” You wrapped your arm behind him as he hugged you.
“It’s because I was here. It always goes smoother when I’m in the room.” He had a shit eating grin on his face that earned him a shove. “Hey! I’m for real, but make sure I’m not in the room when you tell her you're both moving to Los Angeles in the apartment building across the street from mine.” He called out as he escaped the room to avoid your response.
“What happened to ‘it’s always smoother when you’re in the room’?” You called out to him.
You heard Eddie laugh from the hallway. “What? I can’t hear you?”
#fox 911#911#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader#Eddie Diaz x Reader#Eddie Diaz x Diaz!Reader#Eddie Diaz x F!Reader#911 fanfic#911 fanfiction
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i just know for a fact that eddie diaz listens and belts out to rap and country music while evan buckley blasts and cries to taylor swift, no arguments.
#eddie diaz x reader angst#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#buddie#buck 911#evan buckley#911 fox#eddie 911#bobby nash#maddie buckley#athena grant#henrietta wilson#chimney han
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blurb night/sleepover!
hi <3 i’m hosting a little blurb sleepover/night for the next few days!! i have been starting to feel a little motivated to get back into writing, so why not do a blurb night/sleepover?? :)
rules/information:
as long as this post is pinned, you are welcome to send requests but as soon as it is unpinned, please refrain from sending more
please send all of the requests to my ask box
if you don’t want to use a prompt from below, you can always send in your own concept/scenario. i’m totally okay with that!
prompt lists:
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list c
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characters who i’m taking requests for my blurb night/sleepover:
evan ‘buck’ buckley
edmundo ‘eddie’ diaz
tim bradford
kayce dutton
topper thornton
rhett abbott
jake ‘hangman’ seresin
stefan salvatore
tagging some lovely moots to start off this blurb night! @auroralightsthesky @spnshortcake @sarahsmi13s @lovinglyeternal @mayhemmanaged @katsu28 @fiction-is-life @startrekfangirl2233 @lavenderbradshaw @horseshoegirl @bobby-r2d2-floyd @crescentwolf @desert-fern @glen-powells @sebsxphia @footprintsinthesxnd @bpdtistic
#rachel’s blurb night/sleepover#signal boost if you want to#evan buckley#evan buckley x reader#edmundo diaz#eddie diaz#eddie diaz x reader#911 fandom#tim bradford#tim bradford x reader#the rookie#kayce dutton#kayce dutton x reader#yellowstone#rhett abbott#rhett abbott x reader#jake ‘hangman’ seresin#jake seresin x reader#tgm#topper thornton#topper thornton x reader#outer banks#stefan salvatore x reader#stefan salvatore#tvd
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The best revenge is a life well lived
Character: Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz x male reader, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Frederico (OC) x male reader
Universe: 9-1-1
Warnings: None
„My god, you have surpassed yourself once again!“, Bobby, rather happily told you as he greedily stuffed his face full of the food you had brought with you.
„You know only the best for lifesavers and the people who keep me grounded here.“ Smiling softly at the older man. It got him to the point, where he had put down his fork, just to look back at you. But you could see the fight in his eyes, between giving you a tight hug or the food in front of him. „Don’t worry, eat. I won’t run away.“
He did not need another word, to indulge again in the magic of your food. If there would’ve been more space at the table, you had sat with them. You also could’ve sat on Eddie’s lap, but you did not feel comfortable enough in your relationship. Just together for six months, was not enough in your opinion to do this. Even though that you got already busted multiple times, making out like some teenagers.
In the end it was a gift, that you were still standing, as a loud knock could be heard. „Don’t worry guys, I look who it is!“, you told them with a bright smile and a sudden jump in your steps. Just happy to help them in any way. The last week was brutal for them. For the first time, they lost a person in a fire and everyone blamed themselves.
These things were the least you could do to help lift their spirits.
As you opened the door, where this person had loud so knocked on you saw a woman. Rather expensive clothes, obviously someone who took great care of themselves and seemed to have too much money laying around.
„Hello, my name is Shannon Diaz, I believe my husband is working here?“ The woman presented herself in a confident but quiet voice.
You, on the other hand, lost every color in your face. In the fracture of a second, you had lost all will to live, as you only heard her name. „You are Eddie’s wife?“ The question asked, almost sounded like a death certificate. Looking, like the grim reaper would get to you any moment. But the woman was oblivious to that.
With a smile, she responded, rather happily, „Who he is still talking about me? I hope only good things!“
„It's a matter of perspective, I'm afraid“ You did not even realize what you had said, until a moment after the fact, as you saw her smile falter. „I will get him, please wait here for a moment.“ Trying to be as friendly as you could.
Walking back upstairs with a heart as heavy as yours was almost impossible. Your entire world was crumbling around you.
„Eddie?“, you asked with a voice, slowly breaking as you saw the man looking up from his plate. Immediately he jumped up, seeing you as white as if you had seen a ghost.
„What happened, is everything okay?“, he asked concerned, trying to reach you, but you blocked him off. Which just made matters worse.
„Your wife is waiting outside.“ The concern in him subsided instantly, fear and uncertainty replaced it.
„Are you sure, Shannon is here?“ His voice sounded way more hopeful than you ever wanted it to, at saying his wife’s name or hearing that she is there. You were only able to nod your head. But he already could not see it. Too quickly, he wandered downstairs, leaving you heartbroken standing there, holding yourself at the railing.
From where you had to witness their entire encounter, from the short hug, her teary eyes, and Eddie, how he consoled her, even after everything she had done.
Their conversation was just about ten minutes of agony for you. Standing there, unable to move or look away. Even though you did not want to oppose on them. Just after Eddie had closed the door, he stood in front of it for a moment, before directly looking into your eyes.
Again you wanted to look away, but now it was even worse than before. Heart hurting so badly, that you thought that you would die any moment now. The entire time, the rest of the squad sat at the table, unable to say or do anything on their own.
Not even when they finally saw Eddie again. That was until he asked for a moment in peace with you. They scrambled so fast, that you could’ve thought that they were never there, to begin with. All except for Bucky, who shot you a longing glance, asking you to call for him, if anything happens.
„What did your wife want?“, you asked him directly after Bucky had left you two alone.
„She asked me out for dinner.“
„Do you think she wants to be back together with you?“ A question you did not really want an answer to, but you would receive one, either way, you were sure of this.
„I think so. She is remorseful for what she had done to me and Christopher. Maybe she is finally ready to be a mother and wife. But I don’t know if she deserves another chance.“
You could’ve said anything to Eddie at this moment. Telling him how much you are in love with him. That he would do a poor choice to get this woman back into his life. But you didn’t. „If you think, that it would be the best choice to meet with her and maybe give her another choice, that would be fine.“
Even though you wanted to hold his cheek in your hand or kiss him to make it all go away, all this pain of choices on his face, you couldn’t.
„I think I will meet and hear her out. It’s the least I can do.“
Then and there you knew that your blooming relationship was doomed. With a last sad smile, you excused yourself. Directly walking out of the station, without talking to anyone.
They had questioned Eddie about your sudden leave, but he did not say anything.
For days, Bucky had harassed you, trying to find out what happened. Until he one day just stood in front of your door, with a six-pack and a rather large chocolate cake.
And then came the one thing you did not want to hear, „Eddie and Shannon try again.“ You did not know what happened after that. Only as you came back to yourself, you laid on your couch, Bucky, walking nervously up and down your apartment.
„What happened?“, you asked rather quietly, still with a thumping pain inside your head, as if you had drunk too much.
Instantly, Bucky kneeled beside you, keeping you laying down. „You lost consciousness after I told you the news I had. Hit your head pretty hard there. I feared that you had hurt you badly, but everything seemed in working order so, I just laid you here. Waiting if you would wake up or if I had to call an ambulance.“
It took you a moment to remember but as you did, tears were rolling down your face uncontrollably.
Bucky watched over you the entire evening and night. The longest you ever had. Your body just could not get any rest, too deep were your thoughts on your broken heart.
For weeks, you had to see, Eddie and his wife walking around the city, seemingly being everywhere where you went.
It got so bad that five weeks after they got back together, you decided to move back home. You let Bucky know a week after the fact. All your things are already back home. As you send him a picture and messages, of where you are and if he wants to, he could visit you. Even after making all the arrangements, you would not come back.
To say that Bucky was pissed off that you did not see any other option, but to leave the entire country, he told the others, except for Eddie.
The man not knowing what had happened, wondered, why everyone at work became frosty to him. Not talking to him at all, or helping if he asked for it. They only did what they were supposed to if they were on a mission.
One week, they could keep their anger inside of them, for a whole week. Until Eddie did the most horrendous error he could’ve made. „Where is (Y/N)? I haven’t seen him in a while.“
„Are you fucking serious?“ Bucky almost exploded as he heard Eddie talking about his best friend as if he was no one.
The other male was taken aback, by the aggression Bucky had shown immediately. „You broke his heart and no whining that he isn’t around anymore? Are you fucking serious?“
He got close to the other man’s space, almost nose to nose. Showing him that he was ready to fight him if necessary. „If you are so invested in his life, maybe you should’ve chosen him, over your wife, who had left you and your son for years. No instead you chose her over a perfect guy like (Y/N).“
„Are you jealous that he had chosen me over you?“, he attacked back. Not knowing about your shared history with Buck.
„No, I know that I’m his type, but we decided that it would be better to stay friends because he deserved a better man. He waited for years until he finally found you. Everything he always wanted in a man. You were his firsts and still broke his heart, because of an undeserving woman, only because you have a child with her! I hope you are happy. None of us will most likely see him anymore, because of you!“
„What is going on in here?“, Bobby suddenly asked, as he came into the kitchen, where Bucky tipped Eddie a new one.
Without another look on his friend's face, Bucky took a paper out of his backpack. „My transfer papers, I can’t work with Eddie anymore.“ He instead turned to Bobby, anger, and disgust visible on both of their faces. Not long after, the rest of the station did the same. Only for Bobby going all of them back.
„Don’t worry, guys. You will not transfer anywhere.“ The older man could see Bucky almost explode then and there, but he put a hand on his shoulder. „I already put in a request for Eddie to transfer. From tomorrow on he will not work here anymore.“
As Eddie came back that day from work, he saw his wife playing with their son. „Was everything good at work today?“, she asked rather excitedly. Wanting to thank all of her husband's great coworkers he had told her so much about.
„I got transferred to another station. From tomorrow on will work somewhere else.“ He told his wife without a sign on his face, of any feelings. Also his inner were very different.
The next day, Shannon walked over to her husband's old workplace. Knocking impatiently at the door. Bucky was the lucky one to open. He rolled his eyes, before even speaking. „Does a building burns down? Or is there another emergency?“
„No, but-“ Before she could even finish her words, Bucky slammed the door in her face. She had no idea, that she burnt down not only a bridge but an entire building, that was slowly getting built up. Eddie never told her about him and you and never would.
But three years later, there was a sudden knock on the door of the station. Bucky lazily opened it, just to reveal you. His eyes widened and a girly-like scream left his throat as he pulled you into him, lifting you up the floor. „Oh my god, you are back!“, he screamed loudly, for everyone to hear. They scrambled to look and were even faster at your side, hugging you in a ball, because Bucky was not willing to let you go.
„Bucky, I can’t breathe!“ Out of a sudden, he let you go, almost letting you fall to the ground. „Thank you.“ His cheeks flamed up in embarrassment as you thanked him.
„Mi Amor?“, a male voice asked for you. It took the people inside a while until they could find the source, even though the man could not be overlooked.
„Family, that is Frederico, my husband of three years.“ To say they were shocked would be an understatement. „And this is our son, Sebastian Evan.“
„Evan?“, Bucky asked with teary eyes.
„Yes, Sebastian after one of my husband's friends, and Evan after my best friend. You know that idiotic brute, that almost always got his ass handed to them in school if his best friend did not come to his aid?“ You jokingly bantered with Bucky. But he was too far away to really notice it.
You slowly took your son out of your husband's arms, walking over to Bucky. „Do you want to hold your godson?“ His eyes only widened further as he heard that. Tearing up with the little bundle of you in his arms. „Big Evan, meet little Evan.“
Soon after, your son opened his eyes, smiling up at Bucky, holding his grabby hands to him. „Do I need to be jealous, mi amor?“, your husband asked lowly into your ear.
„Don’t be ridiculous. Little Evan just sees in Bucky what I saw all those years in him, a great guy. And if you should die, I would most likely marry him, so no need to worry.“ For a moment you could see your husband stare at you in blank terror. Until he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. You loved to rail him up.
„So you finally found your prince charming, son?“ Now it was on Bobby to finally become a part of the entire conversation. A slight red blush crossed your cheeks.
„Yes, actually literally.“ Immediately you could see there confused looks they gave you. „Frederico is really a prince. We met at a gala, where I went with my father. And afterward, I harassed him so much to go on a date with me, that he at some point relented. I pulled him off of his feet at the date, just as much as he did with me and we married two years later. Three months ago, we finally got our son.“
„Just let Eddie hear of this, he will explode in jealousy.“
„He already knows actually, we met him two days ago, as we moved into our new home. We went into the city, with little Evan here. As I split up from my husband and son, I met him and he told me that his wife had died and he realized what great of a mistake it was to let me go and all that good stuff. But as Frederico came and kissed my head, I could see his life draining out of him.“
Bobby could only chuckle at that one. „He got what he deserved.“
That was the point, where you saw a new guy, maybe early twenties. You went straight to him, introduced yourself, and asked him with the rest of the team to get to your house in the evening for a proper meal. To come home again, was the best idea you ever had.
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#Eddie Diaz x male reader#Eddie Diaz imagine#Eddie Diaz#Evan Buckley#9-1-1 x male reader#9-1-1 imagine#9-1-1#x male reader#male reader#male reader imagine#x male reader imagine#Edmundo Diaz x male reader#Edmundo Diaz imagiine#Edmundo Diaz
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Family
You knew how your husband felt about family. It meant the world to him. You knew that you and Christopher, your stepson, were everything to Eddie but you were nervous about how he would react to finding out that you were pregnant.
You and Eddie have been married a little over 2 years and together around 4 years. You had overcome so much in the that short time. The 2 of you never really talked about having more kids. You knew that Eddie already had his hands full raising a preteen with a disability so you never pushed the topic. You were content on being a step mother to Christopher.
You were sitting in the bathroom floor holding the pregnancy test. You must have been deep in thought because when you heard the knock on the bathroom door you jumped.
“Y/n, babe, are you okay?” Eddie asked full of worry. He just got home from work. Christopher must have told him I was in here a while.
You wiped away the tears that you didn’t realize fell. You stood up and looked in the mirror. Turning the water on, you take a deep breath.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m coming” you managed to say.
You opened the bathroom door to find a worried look on Eddie’s face. You held out the pregnancy test.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He started then noticed what was in your hand. He reached out and took it. It seemed like forever before he looked up at you.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked. You were so worried that he was mad.
You nodded your head tearing up. You watched his confusion turn to joy. He grabbed you in a hug. He stepped back and looked at you. You took the test from him and put it on the table. He put his hands on both sides of your face and used his thumbs to wipe your tears.
“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore, you are going to be a wonderful mother, hell you already, I couldn’t raise Christopher without you. I love you.” He wrapped you in a tight hug.
Christopher came down the hallway. He had a worried look on his face.
“Is everything ok, dad?” He asked.
Eddie looked down at him and said “everything is perfect, son. Y/n is going to have a baby, your going to be a big brother!”
Christopher’s confused look turned to a smile. He wrapped you in a hug. Eddie wrapped his arms around the both of you. He placed a kiss on Christopher’s head and then one on your temple.
“I’m going to be the best big brother!” Christopher yelled!
This was it, your family. The one you always dreamt about.
#eddie diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#eddie diaz x reader#edmundo diaz x reader#edmundo eddie diaz x reader#pregnant reader#911fanfic#911 fox
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i just turned on amc+ live and eddie diaz is a priest with long hair exorcising a demon?? that’s something i didn’t know i needed in my life and im screaming (the movie is called the cleansing hour and its really good actually)
edit: the demon made him strip and do the hokey pokey😭
#okay but the things i’d do for a priest eddie fic#x buck or x reader#please send recommendations#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#eddie diaz x reader#eddie diaz x evan buckley#his ass is out
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Eddie Diaz and you being enemies until you push his buttons to far one day and he pushes you up against the wall and kisses you
You disliked Eddie ever since he joined your team at station 118. Everyone else seemed to think he was this sexy guy, but you and Buck knew better than to fall for the charms of some pretty boy. Bobby warned you both to play with Eddie, and eventually Bucky and Eddie made a pact to have each other's backs. You couldn't believe it. You were alone in your hate war against Edmundo Diaz.
You weren't sure why you hated him. Maybe it's because everyone was treating him like this hotshot grad superstar, and you like you didn't exist. You may be young, but you worked hard to be a productive member of this team, and you'll be damned if you let Eddie upstage.
You competed in everything. In lifting weights. Selfies. Charity calendars. Even to get the best seat in the fire truck. Hen, Chimney, Buck, and Bobby all thought the reason you hated Eddie was because you had a crush on him. Much to your disgust as they'd often tease you both. Saying you should relieve all that sexual tension and just bang each other's brains out.
You couldn't imagine doing anything with your enemy, but one faithful day changed it all.
You were both late getting out of the station as you needed a much needed shower after rescuing a family from their burning apartment. And unfortunately, so did Eddie. You both got into the spacious shower stall and just washed all the grime and soot off your bodies. "You know, Y/N. You were a little slow with your rescuing tonight. I think it'd be better if you let me and Buck handle it next time. We work better together." Eddie said, scrubbing his hair.
You frowned. Who did this asshole think he was telling you what to do. "Thanks for the advice, but I don't think we need you and your boyfriend screwing up a stressful situation because you're both too busy eye fucking each other."
Eddie turned to you. "Excuse me? Buck is not my boyfriend. I don't know what gave you that impression, but kill it now."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know you were offended. I can't believe I offended the perfect and smooth Edmundo Diaz." You spat.
"Hey, no one calls me 'Edmundo' except my family. So, knock it off now. What's your problem?"
"You. You're my fucking problem. You think you can come in here pretty boy and tell me what to do? I don't care who you think you are. You're not my boss."
Eddie rolled his eyes. "What are we five? Grow up, Y/N."
"Fuck you, Edmundo. You...you..." You had no idea what to call him.
"What? Spit it out, kid." Eddie smirked.
"You... Cocksucker!"
You watched as Eddie's face morphed into shock, surprise, and anger. All in one go. "What did you call me?" His voice was low and dangerous. Even though you were kind of scared of that tone, you held your ground. "You heard me you cock–"
Eddie slammed you against the shower wall and when you thought he was going to pound the shit out of you with his fists, you were surprised when he kissed you on the lips.
#x male reader#male reader insert#male x male#9 1 1#911 x reader#eddie diaz#eddie diaz x reader#Eddie Diaz x male reader#edmundo diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#ryan guzman#Ryan Guzman x male reader
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#fox writes imagines#911 fox#911 abc#911#eddie diaz#eddie diaz x reader#edmundo diaz#911 imagine#eddie diaz imagine#Eddie Diaz x reader imagine
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Hey guys!
I'm now also writing headcanons, drabbles and maybe also one shots for the show 911.
I love the show so much and have a few ideas I want to write.
The first headcanon will be out tomorrow.
But I promise I will still write for Bucky, Steve, Wanda and Yelena!!
#911#911 on abc#911 abc#911 on fox#911 x reader#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#buck#evan buckley x reader#evan buckley x you#buck x reader#eddie diaz#edmundo diaz#eddie diaz x reader#eddie diaz x you#maddie buckley#lives-in-midgard talks#announcement
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