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Can anyone request anybody from 9-1-1 to ncis I’m bored

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Lose Something

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An: sorry I’m obsessed with walking dead now!

Daryl knew it was you before he even checked. The empty hook. “Seriously?” He muttered, already heading outside. “Lose something” You questioned. you were perched on the porch rail, way too relaxed to be innocent. “Ain’t funny” he stopped a few steps away, narrowing his eyes. “It kind of is” you said, hopping down. “You get all worked up” “yeah maybe ‘cause someone keeps stealin’ my stuff” he shot back, stalking closer to you. “Where is it?” He asked. You shrugged, trying to slip past him but he caught your arm. “Not this time where’s it at?” He asked again. “Safe. You’ll get it back later” you smiled. “Mm are y’er gonna make me search for it aren’t ya?” Daryl leaned it as if he was going to kiss you and you were to but he pulled back smirking. “Sorry doll still think it’s funny?” He raised an eyebrow. “You @ssh-“ “stop stealing my stuff and just ask for my attention next time” he winks

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Lingering

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An: I’m watching the walking dead for the first time

You knew exactly what you were doing. Starting off with little comments, lingering looks, standing just a second too close whenever Rick was around. At first he ignored it, or at least he tried to. “Need help with that?” you asked, watching him fix a Loose board along the fence. “I’ve Got it” he spoke, not even glancing your way. You stepped Closer anyway. “You always say that” “and I always mean it” you didn’t move. The next time. You brought up another topic. “You ever take a break?” you brushed against his Shoulder. By the third time You were pushing it. “You’re avoiding me grimes” You said stepping into his Path the next morning. “No I’m just busy” his jaw tightened. “No you’re Avoiding me” you shake your head stepping closer. “You keep doing that, pushing and pushing ” he glares. “And?”Rick pulled you against him,“Don’t think I don’t notice What you’re doing” he kisses you rough. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t br-“ “you’re gonna regret teasing me” he walked away leaving you Wanting more

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Say Somethin’

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an: i’m watching the walking dead for the first time ever , i’m on season 6!

wc: i don’t even know

you went out and killed a few walkers by yourself, when you were returning daryl was out waiting for you. “care to explain y’er self?” he asked. “explain what?” you played dumb. “why you went out without any backup?” he questioned. “i don’t have to answer you redneck but it’s because i can handle myself” you cross your arms. “y’know i hate that nickname” he glares. “y’know i hate people nosin’ in my business but you do it anyway” you respond. “i swear woman, i’m gonna tie y’er ass to the bed and keep you there.” he grumbles. “why do you even care what i do dixon?” you raise an eyebrow. “we can’t lose anyone else on this team so you go out again by y’erself again and i’ll make you regret it for not listening to my warning” he says, following you inside. “kiss my ass” you mutter. “i’m sorry did you say something?” he walks beside you, smirking knowing he’s pissing you off

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Wasn’t In The Plans

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An: request -> Eddie Diaz × Reader.

Reader is pregnant and she is afraid telling Eddie because one time when they discuss he tell her that he doesn't want another kids since Chris is a teen so he can live. She thinks he's gonna break up with her so she break up with him but he didn't want her to leave and them she slip that she's pregnant and he tell her that wasn't in his plan but he is happy having a baby with her because he love her!

Wc: 700+

That breakup-first instinct? It makes sense emotionally, but it also creates a lot of unnecessary hurt—so I’m going to write this in a way where her fear drives the conflict, but Eddie actually gets the chance to respond honestly once he knows the truth.Eddie knows something’s wrong before you even say it. You won’t look at him. You haven’t all evening, moving around his kitchen like you’re just passing through instead of existing in it. No teasing him about his cooking, no brushing your shoulder against his when you reach for the same cabinet. Just… distance.”Alright,” he finally says, setting the knife down harder than he means to. “What’s going on?”“Nothing,” you answer too quickly.Eddie exhales, already shaking his head. “Don’t do that. Not with me.”That almost breaks you.Because that’s the problem it is him. It’s everything he said a few months ago, sitting on this same couch, laughing softly while Chris was at a friend’s house.“I love my kid, don’t get me wrong,” he had said. “But I’m finally getting to a place where I can breathe again. I don’t think I’d want to start over. Not again.”You hadn’t thought it would matter.Not then.Now it matters too much. “I think… we should break up.”The silence that follows is immediate and sharp.Eddie just stares at you. “What?”Your hands are shaking, so you cross your arms, holding yourself together. “It’s just—this isn’t… working anymore.”“Yeah?” he challenges, stepping closer. “Since when?”

“Since—” Your voice cracks. “Since I realized we want different things.”Eddie lets out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s news to me.”“It shouldn’t be,” you snap, the fear turning into something sharper. Easier than crying. “You said it yourself, Eddie. You don’t want more kids. You don’t want to start over. You finally have your life how you want it.”His brows furrow. “Okay… yeah, I said that. But what does that have to do with us breaking up?”Everything.It has everything to do with it.You swallow hard, backing up a step like you need the space to say it. “Because I’m pregnant.”That does it.Eddie goes completely still.For a second, you think you were right. That this is the moment everything falls apart.So you rush to fill the silence, words tumbling out too fast. “I found out a couple weeks ago and I just—I didn’t know how to tell you because you said you didn’t want this and I don’t want to trap you into something you don’t want, so it’s better if I just—”“Hey.”His voice cuts through everything.Not angry. Not cold. Just… firm.You stop.Eddie runs a hand over his face, pacing once like he’s trying to catch up to the situation. “You were just gonna leave?” he asks, quieter now. “Without even letting me say anything?”“I already know what you’d say.”“No, you don’t.” His eyes meet yours, intense and a little hurt. “You’re deciding for me.”Your throat tightens. “Eddie—”“Yeah, I said I didn’t want to start over,” he interrupts, nodding like he’s owning it. “At the time? I meant it. I was thinking about sleepless nights, diapers, all of it.” He huffs out a breath. “I was thinking about how hard it was the first time.”You blink back tears, bracing yourself.“But this?” he continues, stepping closer again. “This isn’t just some random ‘starting over.’ This is you.”Your breath catches.Eddie’s voice softens, but it doesn’t lose its certainty. “It wasn’t in my plan. I’m not gonna lie about that.” A small, almost nervous smile tugs at his lips. “But you know what else wasn’t in my plan? Falling in love with you.”Your chest aches.“I love you,” he says, like it’s the simplest truth in the world. “And yeah, this is scary. It’s big. But I’m not walking away from it and I’m definitely not walking away from you.”A tear slips down your cheek. “You’re not… mad?”“Mad?” Eddie lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he reaches for you, hands settling on your arms like he needs to make sure you’re real. “I’m a little shocked, yeah. Maybe terrified.” His thumb brushes away your tear. “But happy, too. If it’s with you? I’m happy.”You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding.“I thought you were gonna leave me,” you admit softly.Eddie’s expression shifts instantly, something firm and almost stubborn settling in. “Not happening.” He pulls you into him, holding you tight. “You don’t get to get rid of me that easy.”A small, watery laugh escapes you against his chest.After a moment, he leans back just enough to look at you again, softer now. “Next time something scares you like this?” he says. “You tell me. We deal with it together.”You nod, pressing your forehead to his.“Together,” you echo.And for the first time since you found out, the future doesn’t feel so terrifying anymore.

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Gone Wrong

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An: request-> Can you write an Eddie Diaz fic where Eddie plays a dead boyfriend prank on reader but it goes wrong (emotional)

Wc: 388

Eddie had done a lot of stupid things in his life. This—this might’ve been the worst.It started as a joke. Harmless, he told himself. Something Buck had egged on with a crooked grin and a “c’mon, it’ll be funny.” A fake call, a staged scene—Eddie lying too still on his living room floor, a smear of fake blood at his temple.He didn’t expect you home early.The door creaked open, your voice light and unsuspecting. “Eddie? I forgot my—”Silence.Then a thud. Your bag hitting the floor.“Eddie?” It wasn’t light anymore. It was sharp. Wrong. Your footsteps came fast, uneven, until you skidded to your knees beside him. “Eddie—hey, hey, this isn’t funny—”He almost sat up then. Almost broke immediately. But he hesitated—just for a second too long.Your hands were shaking as they hovered over him, afraid to touch, like you thought he might break. “No, no, no…” Your voice cracked, panic spilling over. “Eddie, please, please wake up—”A sob tore out of you, raw and ugly.And that was it.Eddie shot up, grabbing your wrists. “Hey—hey, I’m okay, it’s okay—”You screamed.Not startled—terrified. You yanked away from him so hard you stumbled back, eyes wide, tears already streaming down your face. “Don’t—don’t touch me!”His stomach dropped.“It was a joke,” he rushed out, his own voice shaking now. “I thought—Buck said it would—”“A joke?” you echoed, laughing brokenly. “You thought me finding you dead would be funny?”“I didn’t think you’d see it like that, I—”“How else am I supposed to see it, Eddie?” you snapped, your voice cracking again. “I thought you were gone!”The weight of it hit him all at once, crushing. The fear in your eyes, the way your hands wouldn’t stop trembling—it wasn’t something you could just laugh off.“I’m sorry,” he said, softer now, stepping toward you carefully. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”You shook your head, backing away. “You did.”The words landed harder than anything else.“I love you,” you whispered, like it slipped out against your will. “And for a second… I had to imagine a world without you in it.”Eddie’s chest tightened painfully. “I love you too,” he said, voice thick. “I swear, I didn’t think—”“That’s the problem,” you cut in.Silence settled heavy between you, the joke long dead, replaced with something fragile and aching. Eddie would spend a long time wishing he could take it back.

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Lately

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An: request -> Eddie and Reader are best friends. They have a big fights and when they screams at each other Reader slip that shes in love with him.He confess he love her too and they got together

Wc: 647

The argument starts over something stupid.It always does“You can’t just disappear like that,” Eddie snaps, pacing across your living room like a caged animal. “No calls, no texts—nothing. Do you have any idea what that does to people who care about you?”You scoff, arms crossed tight over your chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I needed to report my every move to you.”“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”“No, Eddie, I don’t know it,” you shoot back, your voice rising to match his. “Because lately, it feels like you’re trying to control everything I do.”His jaw clenches. “I’m trying to protect you.”“I didn’t ask you to!”Silence hangs for half a second—sharp and fragile—before it shatters again.“Well, maybe you should have!” he yells. “Because clearly you don’t make the best decisions on your own.”That one hits.Your expression hardens, hurt flashing across your face before anger swallows it whole. “Wow. That’s what you think of me?”“That’s not—” he starts, but you cut him off.“No, go ahead, Eddie. Say it. Since we’re apparently saying whatever the hell we want tonight.”He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’m just saying I worry about you, okay? Because I—”“Because you what?” you demand, stepping closer. “Because you think I’m incapable? Because you think I need you to fix everything?”“Because I care about you!” he explodes.“Yeah, well maybe I care about you too much!” The words rip out of you before you can stop them, your chest heaving. “Maybe that’s the problem! Maybe I’m the idiot who fell in love with her best friend and has to stand here pretending like it doesn’t kill her every time you look at someone else!”The room goes dead quiet.You freeze the second it sinks in—what you just said, how you said it. Your stomach drops.Eddie doesn’t move.“…You’re in love with me?” he asks, softer now, like the anger drained out of him all at once.You let out a shaky breath, eyes glassy. “Wasn’t exactly how I wanted you to find out.”You turn slightly, like you might leave, like running could undo it—but his hand catches your wrist.“Don’t,” he says, voice rough.You don’t look at him. “You don’t have to say anything. I get it, okay? I just—I needed it to be out there because I can’t keep doing this, Eddie. I can’t keep pretending—”“I love you too.”Everything stops.You blink, turning back to him slowly. “What?”“I love you,” he repeats, stepping closer now, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go. “I think I have for a long time. I just—” He exhales, shaking his head. “I didn’t want to risk losing you. You’re the most important person in my life.”Your heart pounds, disbelief and hope tangling together. “You’re serious?”“Yeah,” he says, almost breathless. “I’m serious. This—us—this is why I get so damn scared when something happens to you. It’s not just because you’re my best friend.”Your eyes soften, the anger melting into something fragile and real. “You’re still an idiot, you know.”A small smile tugs at his lips. “Yeah. But I’m your idiot.”You huff out a quiet laugh, stepping closer until there’s barely any space left between you. “We just had the worst fight of our lives.”“And somehow,” he murmurs, “it worked out.”You search his face for a second longer before closing the distance, your lips meeting his in something soft but certain.When you pull back, foreheads resting together, the tension is gone—replaced by something steady, something new“Next time,” you say quietly, “maybe we try talking before the screaming.”Eddie lets out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah… probably a good idea.”But neither of you regrets it.Not when it finally got you here.

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Cupid

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an : request -> Reader and Eddie have feeling for each other but do nothing about it. Buck decide to play cupid and make them together

wc:

The thing about you and Eddie was that everyone knew.Everyone except you two.It lived in the quiet spaces lingering glances across the firehouse, the way his voice softened when he said your name, how you always seemed to end up next to each other without trying. It was in the way you patched him up a little gentler than necessary, and how he always found an excuse to stick around after.Neither of you said anything.Which, in Buck’s opinion, was ridiculous.“You’re killing me,” Buck groaned one afternoon, dropping dramatically onto the couch as you walked into the loft. “Both of you. It’s painful to watch.”You blinked at him. “What are you talking about?”“Don’t,” he pointed at you like you’d personally offended him. “Don’t act like you don’t know.””I genuinely don’t—”“Eddie is in love with you.”You froze.Buck sat up, eyes narrowing. “And you’re in love with him, so we’re done pretending otherwise.”“I am not—” you started, then stopped. Because… well.Buck smirked. “Yeah. Thought so.”Later that shift, Eddie found himself on the receiving end of the same energy.“You’re in love with her,” Buck said casually, like he was commenting on the weather.Eddie didn’t even look up. “No, I’m not.”“You hesitate before saying her name.”“I do not.”“You absolutely do. It’s like ‘uh— y/n,’” Buck mocked, earning a glare.“Shut up.”Buck leaned closer. “Just ask her out.”Eddie scoffed. “And ruin everything? No thanks.”Buck smiled slowly. Oh, this was going to be fun.By the end of the week, Buck had had enough.So he lied.“Hey,” he said to you, far too casually. “Eddie wanted me to tell you to meet him on the roof after shift.”Your heart skipped. “He did?”“Yeah,” Buck nodded, not even blinking. “Said it was important.”Eddie was already up there when you arrived, because Buck had told him the same thing.You both stopped when you saw each other.“Buck said you wanted to talk to me,” you said at the same time.A beat of silence.Realization hit.“…he set us up,” Eddie muttered.“Yeah,” you breathed.Another pause. The city hummed below, the air thick with everything neither of you had said.Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean… since we’re here…”You looked at him, heart pounding. “Yeah?”He exhaled, then met your eyes. “I think about you more than I should.”Your breath caught.“And I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to mess this up,” he added quietly. “But… I think I already have, just by not saying it.”You stepped closer before you could overthink it. “You didn’t mess anything up.”His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second.“I think about you too,” you admitted.That was all it took.The kiss wasn’t rushed it was careful, like something both of you had been holding back for far too long.Downstairs, Buck checked his phone.No messages. No calls.He grinned to himself.“Finally.”

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Secret Admirer

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an: this was a request , wlw for Roxie <3

wc: 642

Roxie notices the first gift because it doesn’t belong.It’s sitting on the edge of her locker like it’s always been there small, neatly wrapped in brown paper, tied with twine instead of ribbon. No tag. No name. Just… there.“Secret admirer?” one of the guys teases as he passes.Roxie rolls her eyes, but her fingers are already brushing over it, careful, almost reverent. “Yeah, sure,” she mutters, but she waits until no one’s looking before slipping it into her bag.Inside, later, it’s a keychain. Simple. A tiny firetruck, worn just enough to look vintage. It makes something in her chest tighten.She doesn’t say anything. Then it happens again.A week later, there’s coffee waiting for her when she walks in her exact order. Not just something close. Exact. Down to the extra shot and the stupid amount of caramel she pretends she doesn’t like.“Okay, that’s creepy,” she says, staring at it.“Or romantic,” blue shoots back.Roxie scoffs, but her lips twitch. She takes a sip anyway.Perfect.It becomes a thing. Little gifts. Never over the top. Always thoughtful. A new set of hair ties after she snaps her last one mid-shift. Her favorite protein bar tucked into her turnout pocket on a rough day. A note once just once slipped under her locker door:You did good today. I’m proud of you. No signature. But Roxie knows. She’s known from the beginning.Still, she plays along.“Whoever it is, they’ve got good taste,” she says one night, leaning back in her chair as the others speculate wildly.“Or they’re obsessed,” Taylor laughs. Roxie just shrugs. “Maybe I like obsessed.”Across the room, you don’t look up. You keep scrolling on your phone like none of this has anything to do with you.Like your heart isn’t pounding.It’s late when she finally corners you.No audience. No noise. Just the quiet hum of the station and the soft buzz of fluorescent lights.“You’re getting bold,” Roxie says, arms crossed, blocking your way.You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”She steps closer. “My coffee order? The note?” Her voice drops, softer now. “The keychain?”You hold her gaze, steady, even as your pulse jumps. “Maybe someone just pays attention.”Roxie exhales a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah,” she murmurs. “Maybe they do.”There’s a beat.Then her hand finds yours, quick and hidden between your bodies where no one can see.“Next time,” she says, squeezing gently, “just give it to me yourself.”Your lips curve. “Where’s the fun in that?”Roxie leans in just enough that her forehead almost brushes yours, her voice barely there. “Trust me,” she whispers, “I can think of better ways to have fun.”And when someone calls her name from across the station, she pulls away like nothing happened.But her fingers linger for a second longer than they should.And later, when she finds the next gift waiting.she doesn’t even pretend to be surprised.

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Can you do Eddie ask Buck and Maddie their blessing to marrying the reader (she’s Buck twin) and afger he ask her to marry him

Marry You

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An: love love love

Wc: 640-650?

Eddie had faced burning buildings, collapsing structures, and more near-death moments than he could count but standing in front of Buck and Maddie felt infinitely worse.“This is stupid,” Buck mutters, pacing the loft while Eddie stands near the couch, hands shoved into his pockets. “Why are you acting like you’re about to go into battle?”“Because I am,” Eddie shoots back, half-joking, half-serious.Maddie smacks Buck lightly on the arm. “Would you relax? He’s nervous.”“Yeah, I can see that,” Buck says, eyeing Eddie. “Which makes me nervous.”Eddie exhales, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Look, I—uh… I wanted to talk to you both about something important.”Buck’s pacing slows. Maddie’s expression softens, already knowing.“It’s about her,” Eddie says, voice quieter now. “About your sister.”Buck stills completely.“I love her,” Eddie continues, the words steady despite the nerves twisting in his chest. “You know that. I don’t… I don’t take that lightly. She’s everything to me, to Chris. She’s home.”Maddie’s eyes shine a little, but Buck just watches him, unreadable.“I want to marry her,” Eddie finally says.Silence fills the loft.Buck drags a hand down his face, letting out a long breath. “You’re serious.”“I’ve never been more serious about anything.”Another pause then Buck steps closer, studying him like he’s trying to find any crack in his resolve.

“You hurt her,” Buck starts, voice low, “and I swear—”“I won’t,” Eddie cuts in, firm. “I won’t. Not intentionally. And if I ever mess up, I’ll fix it. I’ll fight for her. Every time.”Buck holds his gaze for a second longer before nodding once. “Okay.”Eddie blinks. “Okay?”“Yeah,” Buck says, softer now. “You’ve been showing up for her long before this. I trust you.” A small smirk tugs at his lips. “Doesn’t mean I won’t still threaten you, though.”Maddie laughs, pulling Eddie into a quick hug. “You already have our blessing,” she says gently. “Go ask her.”

Later that night, your apartment is quiet, warm, familiar.“You’re acting weird,” you say, narrowing your eyes at Eddie as he fidgets near the couch. “What’s going on?”“Nothing,” he says too quickly.“Eddie—”Before you can finish, he steps closer, reaching for your hands. His grip is warm, a little shaky.“I talked to Buck and Maddie today,” he says.Your brows lift. “Okay… should I be scared?”He huffs out a nervous laugh. “No. Well—maybe a little.”You smile faintly. “Eddie—”“I love you,” he blurts, like he needs to get it out before he loses his nerve. “I love you more than anything. And I don’t want a future that doesn’t have you in it.”Your heart stutters.He takes a breath, then drops to one knee.“Will you marry me?”For a second, the world goes completely still.Then you’re laughing, crying, nodding all at once. “Yes yes, Eddie, of course I will.”Relief floods his face as he slips the ring onto your finger, hands steadier now.You pull him up immediately, kissing him hard, your hands framing his face like you need to make sure this is real.“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.Eddie smiles, forehead resting against yours. “I love you too, future Mrs. Diaz.”From the doorway, Buck’s voice cuts in, “I’m still watching you, by the way.”You both turn to see him leaning there with a grin, Maddie just behind him.You laugh, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

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Eddie Diaz x Reader fight with happy ending because they love each other too much

Drop It

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An: I’m loving all the Eddie request!

Wc: 410

The fight starts over something small. It always does.“You don’t get to just shut me out, Eddie,” you snap, arms crossed tight over your chest like you’re holding yourself together. “Not when something’s clearly wrong.”“I’m fine,” he shoots back, too quickly, too sharply. His jaw is locked, eyes anywhere but on you. “Drop it.”That’s the problem he always says that. Drop it. Like your concern is something inconvenient, something he can just brush aside.“No,” you say, voice wavering despite your effort to stay steady. “I’m not dropping it. I care about you, and you keep acting like I’m some stranger who doesn’t deserve to know what’s going on in your head.”His expression flickers then hurt, guilt, something softer but it’s gone just as fast. “I’m trying to protect you.”“From what? You?”The words hang in the air, heavier than you meant them to be.Eddie exhales, running a hand over his face. “From all the stuff I carry,” he mutters. “It’s not… it’s not light, okay? And I don’t want to dump that on you.”You take a step closer, your voice quieter now. “You’re not dumping anything on me. That’s what being with someone is, Eddie. You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore.”Silence stretches between you, thick but not as sharp as before.“I don’t know how to do that,” he admits finally, voice rough. “Let someone in like that.”Your chest aches at the honesty in his tone. Slowly, you reach for his hand, giving him enough time to pull away if he wants to.He doesn’t.“You don’t have to know how,” you say gently. “We figure it out together.”Eddie looks at you then really looks at you and something in him softens completely. His fingers tighten around yours, like he’s grounding himself.“I hate fighting with you,” he murmurs.A small, tired smile tugs at your lips. “Yeah, me too.”He steps closer, hesitating only a second before pulling you into his arms. It’s not perfect, not magically fixed—but it’s real. Warm and steady and there.“I love you,” he says into your hair, like it’s something he needs you to hear.You hold onto him just as tight. “I love you too. Even when you’re being impossible.”A quiet huff of laughter escapes him, and for the first time since the argument started, it feels like you’re both on the same side again.

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Omg i love your Eddie Diaz x Reader story you’re very good!! Can you do one Eddie is jealous because he is in love with reader and she have a little men attention please!!!!

Stopping By

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An: oooh I love this, tysm for this <3

Wc: 214

It started small. Little things he told himself didn’t matter. The barista down the street who always gave you your coffee for free, leaning a little too far over the counter when he hands it to you or the cashier who always comments how beautiful you look when buying groceries for the station. “You’re like sex on legs. You walk in the room and suddenly every guy forgets how to act.” Buck says, chuckling. “They’re just being nice.” You rolled your eyes, brushing it off. Eddie didn’t say anything, just tightened his grip on his bottled water. It got worse you start visiting more often bringing food, coffee or just yourself. Some probies found reasons to linger longer than necessary until Eddie had enough. “Probies back to work in case we have a call” he orders, walking over as they all scurried away. “There’s not a call for them to respond to so why rush them off?” You questioned. “They were googly eyeing you.” He says. “And? they’re not allowed to touch so” you spoke. “And they’re stupid” he glares. “I see..” you laugh. “You’re jealous” you smile. “I’m not-“ he shakes his head. “You so are” you respond. “Why though?” You asked. “I don’t like the way they look at you” he says. “Is that all or?” You raised an eyebrow. “Oh for ch-“ he kissed you. “Because I’m in love with you” he admits.

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Hi! I see your story with reader Buck sister and i have a request for you for Eddie x Reader.

Like Buck and Reader are twin. They have a family dinner with their parents and Maddie and Chim. It’s the first dinner for Eddie being reader boyfriend. And like the mother criticize everything about the twin and tell her that she’s to immature to be a step mom and things like that and Eddie take her defence and she realise that he’s the love of her life.

I’m sorry if you don’t really undersand, english is not my first language and if you don’t want to do it it’s fine.

Ps: i love your writting with Eddie :)

Family Dinner

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An: thank you so much for this request I love it.

Wc: 251

The first time Eddie sat at the Buckley family dinner table as your boyfriend, your stomach was in knots. Buck nudged you under the table, offering a small grin. “Relax, worst case mom critiques your posture again” he whispers. “Or my entire life” you mutter back. Across from you, your mom’s already scanning over you. Dinner started politely, small talk and work updates. “So” your mother began. “Eddie. You have a son, right?” Yes, Christopher” Eddie nodded. “And you? Her gaze shifted to you. “You think you’re ready for that? You’ve always been impulsive and immature” the words hit you harder than expected. “I’m not trying to replace anyone” you respond carefully. “I’ve grown to care about them” your voice quieter now. “But caring isn’t enough. Being a parent requires stability, which is something you lack” she pressed. Eddies had enough, his hand found yours. “She’s more than ready, I trust her with my son. She’s kind, patient and shows up when it really matters plus Chris and I adore her” he looks at you with a smile before looking back at your mom. “You’re dinner was lovely misses Buckley, however we’re leaving and won’t be returning until you can learn to show some respect to your daughter as she’s shown you even with all your bitterness” he helps you stand up and walks out. Nobody’s ever stood up for you like that. Any doubt you had faded, you knew Eddie was the one for you. The love of your life.

[delusionalwrld]

Can you do a Eddie Diaz x Reader. She’s Buck twin and Eddie fall for her. They are together at the end. Please and thank you

Not To Sweet

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an: thank you so much for this request!

wc: 246

The first time Eddie laid eyes on you, you were arguing over something buck stole of yours in the middle of the 118’s kitchen. “That was mine” you stole what’s left. “You can buy new ones” buck shot back. “That’s not the pro-“ Eddie was smiling, seeing someone stand up and put buck in his place. After that you started showing up more, bringing everyone coffee and annoying buck. “Best for last, sweet but not to sweet” you hand Eddie the coffee. “How’s Chris doing?” You asked as he sipped his drink. “He’s great” he replied with a smile. And everyday after you’ve brought coffee and asked about Chris, having long conversations. He definitely didn’t notice the way his heart swelled seeing you. One day you walked in with sweet homemade treats and coffee but today was different , today you were met with a bouquet of flowers. “What’s the occasion?” You raised an eyebrow. “My way of saying thank you plus there’s a note in the flowers.” He nods. You pulled the note out, reading it. “So will you or am I embarrassing myself?” He questioned, laughing. “Yes I’d love to” you kissed his cheek right as buck walked in. “Hey that’s my twin sister Diaz back off” he glared, storming over. “Sorry Evan I already agreed to a date” you smiled. “I’ll be watching you two” buck rolls his eyes. “Go ahead” Eddie teased as buck storms off before you two burst off laughing.

[delusionalwrld]

Lunch Date

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an: I’ve barely slept the last 24-48 hours so please enjoy this , I’m so sorry if this is bad, not proof read!

pairing: buck x reader, reader is bucks roommate but he’s a little stalkerish

wc: 196

You went on a lunch date with one of the RN’s from the hospital to discuss some things. It had honestly slipped your mind to tell buck where you were headed besides it wasn’t any of his business. Your phone buzzes 10 minutes after you sat down and ordered. “You didn’t tell me you were going out” you stare at the message with a confused look written all over your face. “I didn’t think I needed to but I had forgotten” you replied. “With him seriously?” The reply comes instantly. Your stomach drops as you glance around like you might spot him but you don’t. “How do you even know who I’m with?” There’s no instant reply this time. “I see things” a chill runs down your spine. “That’s not funny” “I’m not joking” he responded. Another message popped up before you can reply. “He’s got his hand on top of your hand, rubbing circles on it. You gonna tell him to remove it or should I?” Your breath hitched as you pull your hand away and turn to the side to spot buck across the street leaning against his cheek, glaring and waving at you

[delusionalwrld]

Reservations For Two

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an: I’m trying to post everyday this month so please if you have a request , feel free to send them my way!

wc: 330

pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader , where Eddie discovers reader has a crush on him and he plays into it!

Eddie appreciated everything you’ve done for him. You’ve volunteered countless of times to watch Chris when he’s busy but that’s what friends do right? One day out of the blue whilst you were making dinner in the kitchen Chris was spilling. “Dad y/l/n has a major crush on you” Chris looks at his dad. “No she doesn’t, she’s just helping out like a friend does” he responds. “Then why doesn’t buck offer to go shopping make sure everything’s stocked up and make sure we remember to put important things on the calendar?” Chris ask. After that night Eddie had to confirm if it was true. You two were tasked with checking the equipment on the engine, he stood closer than usual, his shoulder brushing yours every time he reached for something. When you went to get a drink,he was already there ready to hand it to you with his fingers lingering against your hand for 3 seconds too long to be accidental. At the end of the shift you put the pieces together and figured out he knew. You saw him near his truck and confronted him. “You’re doing things on purpose” you accused. “Doing what?” His eyes shimmer in mischief. “Toying with me , Chris told you about my little crush on you and you enjoy making me squirm” you looked up at him. “I may have been doing it to see you squirm but..” he murmured. “I’m doing it also to make sure my kid wasn’t lying, he’s tried to play matchmaker before” he tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “Chris would never” you laugh. “So now that’s out of the way, wanna go out for dinner. I made reservations at that place you’ve been talking about” he spoke. “Yes I’d like that, wai-hey were you banking on me saying yes? Because you have to have reservations booked a week in advance” you raised an eyebrow. “I did it right after Chris told me” he admits, smiling

[delusionalwrld]

just a little cut

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an: i have so much inspiration to write for 9-1-1 x 9-1-1 nashville oh my, not proof read! Prompt: reader got slightly injured nothing major but enough to scare him, focusing on patching you up with steady hands and a clenched jaw

word count: 159

You got into a little one-on-one with a patient early in the day, but you never got checked out. By the time you walked through the door of yours and Ryan’s house, the adrenaline had long worn off.“Why didn’t you get checked out or fix yourself?” he asked, already walking toward you.“How’d you—”“Your assistant called and told me,” he said, gently guiding you to sit on the sofa.“Unwrap your arm and let me bandage it.” He sat in front of you, careful but firm.You did just that.“She said it was a little cut. This is not a little cut—he sliced half your arm,” he muttered, jaw clenching as he carefully cleaned and stitched the wound.“I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I just got busy and forgot,” you said softly.“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” he replied, glancing up at you. “I was just worried, that’s all.”He finished wrapping your arm and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead.