eddie diaz: hero

“I have no idea what I’m doing” + fatherhood  (223 words, Eddie and Christopher)

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Eddie frowned, close to sheer exasperation as it happened, again. 

Christopher just laughed, and Eddie felt his frustration melt away when he looked over and saw the huge smile beaming on his son’s face. 

“I don’t get it,” he started. “How do you do this?” Eddie shook the game controller and flicked a few of the switches. 

“You keep falling off,” Christopher pointed out, tilting his head back to giggle. And god if Eddie didn’t just want to look at that goofy smile for the rest of his life. 

Well, the rest of his actual life. He kept falling off Rainbow Road and dying—so far, it had probably been about fifteen times in the last two minutes. 

“Now why did I ever think that Mario Kart was a good idea?” he grumbled, more to himself than anything.

“Because you want to practice and get better so you can beat me or Buck,” came the response. 

“Oh goodness knows I’m never going to beat Buck,” Eddie laughed at the idea. “But maybe one day I’ll finally stay on the track for the whole time.”

Christopher looked at Eddie again. “You have no idea what you’re doing,” he snickered.”

“Oof, buddy, you don’t have to call me out like that!” Eddie groaned as he fell off, again. 

Prompt: “This is nice.” + soft

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“This is nice,” Eddie says, lying back on the picnic blanket in the sun.

Chris is off playing on the playground with Denny and Nia under Hen’s watchful supervision, and Karen is laid on the blanket next to them, engrossed in a book, allowing Eddie and Buck a quiet moment together. Buck is sprawled out next to Eddie, watching his best friend through lowered lashes. Eddie looks softer somehow, has done often recently in fact. Buck doesn't know why, but it suits him, makes him look more at home in his own skin. He looks happy.

And now, here they were, cuddled up on the couch, drinks long forgotten. Eddie had been worried, when he realized how he felt, that things wouldn’t work between them, that they couldn’t seamlessly transition from friendship to dating. But here they were and everything seemed to be working.

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Eddie Diaz Week, Day 2: “This is nice.” + soft

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Eddie smiled as Buck hummed against his lips. They had been on the couch, trading soft kisses since they had gotten back. And if Eddie was being honest, he never wanted to move.

Eddie was still in disbelief that this was all happening. It had been a week ago when Eddie realized how head over heels he was for Buck. And it seemed that Buck had realized it at the same time. And after a day of awkwardly skirting around their feelings, they (as Hen so eloquently put it) pulled their heads out of their asses and talked. And after some awkward stuttering and a few surprise kisses, they decided to go on a first date.

The date had been nice, even though it had started very similar to their talk (though instead of awkward stuttering it was awkward silence until Buck leaned across the booth and kissed Eddie). From there, it felt like normal. They talked about work and Christopher and whatever random facts Buck had learned recently. But they also held hands any time they weren’t eating and they couldn’t stop smiling at each other. 

It was a great date and Eddie didn’t want it to end. And it seemed things were working in his favor when his Abuela texted him saying Christopher was asleep and he could just sleep over at her house. So, since the house was empty, Eddie invited Buck in for a nightcap. And Buck had blushed, but nodded, following Eddie inside. 

And now, here they were, cuddled up on the couch, drinks long forgotten. Eddie had been worried, when he realized how he felt, that things wouldn’t work between them, that they couldn’t seamlessly transition from friendship to dating. But here they were and everything seemed to be working. 

Buck pulled away, looking down at Eddie. Eddie simply smiled, running his hand up and down Buck’s arm. Buck let his head rest on Eddie’s chest, a content sigh escaping his lips. Eddie’s hands continued mapping patterns along Buck’s arm, before traveling to his lower back. They both laid there, Buck’s eyes starting to drift closed as Eddie’s hands continued to run along Buck’s back.

“Hey Buck?” Eddie finally broke the silence. Buck glanced up at him, a sleepy smile on his face. “This is nice.” Buck just nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to Eddie’s lips. Eddie just smiled against his lips, knowing he could never get tired of kissing Buck. After several more kisses between the two, Buck let his head rest on Eddie’s chest again, his eyes slipping closed. 

“We should probably move,” Eddie pointed out, his hand coming up to play with the hairs on the back of Buck’s neck. 

Buck/Eddie, 1.1k words. read on ao3.

Eddie blinks awake to darkness. Slowly, he catalogues where he is - a streetlight outside and the stovelight left on in the kitchen casting just enough light to identify the shadows in his living room. The softness of the couch underneath him, just one spring digging into his back a little uncomfortably. The heavy, warm weight on top of him.

Eddie blinks again and lifts his head just enough to see Buck’s head pillowed on his chest, an arm slung across his stomach and one leg pressed between Eddie’s. His own arm wrapped around Buck’s shoulders, fingers resting against his skin just below the sleeve of his t-shirt. Tangled up, warm and comfortable.

The moment he wakes up, Eddie is freezing. He finds himself curling up under the blanket, pulling it up under his chin in the hopes that he warms up, but there’s no success - not when he can’t feel the body heat of his boyfriend next to him, signifying he’s alone in the bed. Opening up his eyes, Eddie finds himself looking out of his bedroom window, the spot next to him indeed empty and cold. The sun is shining though, and he can feel the warmth from the rays through the window. He can hear Buck and Chris outside of his room and a small smile forms on his face as he sits up in the bed, shivering slightly when he steps out from underneath the blanket covering him.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” + fatherhood

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There are moments in life that feel like they should be frozen in time; captured and framed, left to admire for years to come. Moments of quiet, uninterrupted happiness that have, for so many years, seemed to be few and far between. 

This is one of those moments. 

Eddie wakes slowly; catching a glimpse of the sun just creeping over the horizon. The room is silent. Still. The only movement is the rise and fall of the chest pressed up beside him. 

He turns his head, admiring the sleeping face next to him, and his first thought -ringing out like a bell, clear and loud over every other sleep muddled thought- is simply; I want this forever. 

“This is nice.” + soft

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Buck/Eddie, 842 words

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There are flowers in the foot well of the car. 

Buck stares at them, then up at the house. He can do this. It’s easy; just walk up steps as he’s done a hundred times, knock on the door and wait for it to open. 

Maybe the flowers are too much. But if he doesn’t take them, they’ll still be there when they get in the car together, and then they’ll get crushed and— 

Swiping the flowers from the floor, trying not to crush them, he clambers out of the car, feeling unsteady. It’s not the first date he’s ever been on so he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly lost all co-ordination and ability to function like a human being. 

Buck takes a deep breath as he raises a hand to knock, but the door opens before he can make contact. 

written for Eddie Diaz Week 2021 | Day 2: “This is nice.” + soft

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A quiet but persistent buzzing noise coming from somewhere behind his head is what startles Eddie awake. He peaks one eye open but his vision is still fuzzy from sleep so he almost knocks over the lamp as he tries to locate his phone. Eventually, he manages to silence the alarm. With a sigh, he falls back onto the pillow, blinking and waiting until he feels awake enough to roll out of bed. The curtains are slightly parted and the already bright L.A. sun is creeping up the floorboards, painting a narrow path across the bed and widening up on the wall behind Eddie. He smiles to himself. 

At the beginning of their group sleepover — or quarantine, if you wish — in Buck’s apartment Eddie made a small comment that getting blinded by the sun first thing in the morning wasn’t really his favourite thing to do. Since then, the curtains were kept shut every morning. Sometimes, when Eddie stirred awake as Buck was getting up, he saw his friend walk towards the window to peek outside. And every single time he parted the curtains just the tiniest bit, mindful of Eddie’s half-serious comment. The thoughtfulness made Eddie’s heart soar. 

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March 2nd - Day 2: “This is nice.” + soft

It was too much. $606 (plus tax). But at the same time, it wasn’t enough. How could Eddie even begin to repay Buck for all he’s done, all he continues to do, for him and Christopher? If he really were to try to put it in monetary terms he’d need to scrimp and save a hell of a lot more than he already was doing just to pay off this sweater. $606 (plus tax) on his credit card had already meant cutting back on everything he possibly could, everything that wouldn’t impact negatively on Christopher, that is. But it’d all be worth it to see Buck in this ridiculously expensive, ridiculously soft, ridiculously pretty sweater. It’s high-quality cashmere, a beautiful deep blue (‘sapphire’ the woman in the store had called it) colour and the moment Eddie had seen it in the store window he knew he had to get it for Buck. He’d stopped in his tracks, right there, outside the store, a store he’d never usually give a second glance to because he knew guys like him on a wage like his couldn’t afford to shop there.

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There’s a ringing in his ears, water rising around his ankles, a chill seeping into his bones, and Eddie can’t keep his mind off of the past.

It closes in around him as suddenly as the darkness does, echoing around in his head as the sounds of chaos from just moments before settle into silence. He shivers as the all-too-familiar cold burrows itself deep within him. Hopes the shake will brush away the memories weighing down on his shoulders. 

It doesn’t.

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@eddiediazweek DAY 1: “I have no idea what I’m doing” + fatherhood

(676 words)

Eddie Diaz had always been proud of his son. Christopher was such an easy kid, even with his Cerebral Palsy. Christopher just seemed to understand Eddie’s struggles as a single dad. Eddie is certain that he can count the number of times his kid has ever complained on his fingers. Even after his mother died, the tsunami, and the lawsuit since he couldn’t see Buck. Surely, everything has gotten easier since Buck came back into their lives, permanently now. But Christopher’s nightmares still happen, almost nightly. Yet, he doesn’t complain. He gets his comfort from Eddie, sometimes even his Buck, and tries to go back to sleep.

It’s not strange for Buck to stay at Eddie’s house after Chris is asleep. They have a few beers, and Buck usually drives home before midnight, texting Eddie so he knows Buck is home safely.

But what was strange, Buck noticed, was Eddie not engaging in normal conversation.

“Eddie… are you okay?” Buck asked gently.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” Eddie inhaled a short shaky breath.

“We’re getting out of this.” + competence

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@eddiediazweek DAY 2: “This is nice” + soft

(596 words)

It all started when Carla brought Chris to the firehouse before school, just before the end of shift. Christopher Diaz wasn’t stupid, so did he notice when Buck’s smile wasn’t right? Yes. So when he and Eddie were in the car, he asked.

“What’s wrong with Buck?’

“He just had a bad day, that’s all.”

Christopher sat for a minute, and Eddie pretended not to watch as his son thought up of a plan to cheer up Buck.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, Chris?”

“Can we make Bucky cookies?”

“Buck,” Eddie says, “stop moving.”

It’s a testament to how well they work together that Buck immediately stops. “What?”

Eddie slowly sinks to his knees, studying the device they’ve inadvertently disturbed. “Shit.”

“Eddie.” Buck’s still not moved, and Eddie relaxes a fraction. “What’s going on?”

“It’s a bomb,” Eddie says, because Buck deserves the truth. “Motion sensors. That red light on your chest?”

“The trigger,” Buck says. It’s the lack of inflection that hits Eddie. “You should go.”