For the Valentine’s Day prompts, #4 “There are flowers on the doorstep.” [“Who from?” “I think that you have a secret admirer.”]?
Hi!! Thank you for the prompt! 💞 Decided that this was the perfect opportunity for some Diaz father-son feels, I hope you like it!
ca. 950 words, continues under the cut
If it weren't for the incessant ads and banners and everything else that pops up in early January, Eddie could probably forget Valentine's Day was even a thing.
Don't get him wrong, he can appreciate a bit of romance. He likes the idea of wining and dining someone—maybe the fact that there was never the urge to do that with Ana should have tipped him off much earlier on—and isn't all that opposed to things like candlelight and chocolates.
But Valentine's Day is cheesy and a way for companies to con you out of more money, so he doesn't usually pay much attention to it. Shannon never bought into it either, telling him every year that he shouldn't bother getting her anything, and Eddie gladly obliged.
Of course, now that he's a firefighter, there is also a fair share of grand gestures or preparation thereof gone wrong in the week leading up to Valentine's Day, and it's hard to ignore that it's a thing.
Still, he doesn't have any plans for the holiday of love, especially not considering it's a school night, and he has a shift in the morning himself. Maybe he'll let Chris stay up a little longer for a movie, make it a father-son night.
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Christopher brings home a card on the day itself, made during arts and crafts time at school, full of glittery pink and red hearts.
"Didn't you want to make one for a friend or something?" Eddie asks, stressing the 'friend' in a way that makes Christopher groan and hide his face.
Eddie grins as he tucks the card under a magnet on the fridge, turning back to the stove where he'd been making dinner. Secretly, he's kind of glad that even at eleven, his kid hasn't seemingly shown any interest in girls—or boys—and dating. If it can even be called dating at that age.
"Can't you just say thank you?" Christopher grumbles, though Eddie isn't sure if he's more embarrassed about Eddie's teasing or that he made a card for his dad in the first place.
"Well, I love it very much, kiddo, and I'm happy to be your Valentine."
He ruffles Christopher's hair as he passes behind him on his way to get something from the fridge, and his son beams brightly. God, he wishes the kid would never grow up.
Eddie's got his hands full when the doorbell rings, stirring in the pot and unable to step away.
"I'll get it," Christopher declares right away, without Eddie even having to ask, and he's out of the kitchen before Eddie can react.
He can hear the front door open, but there are no voices, and Eddie pauses his stirring, wondering what is up. A moment later, Christopher shuffles back into the kitchen with wide, excited eyes.
"There are flowers on the doorstep."
Eddie frowns. Flowers?
“Who from?” he asks, racking his brain trying to think of who would buy him flowers in the first place, let alone leave them on his porch.
Chris bounces a little on his heels, clearly giddy about the whole ordeal, as he replies: “I think that you have a secret admirer.”
For a moment Eddie wonders how his son even knows about something like secret admirers—and yes, he knows that Chris is eleven, not five, he shouldn't underestimate him—before he realizes that it's definitely something out of the telenovela's the kid watches with Abuela.
Eddie pulls the pot off the stove, sighing as he follows Christopher out of the kitchen to the front door.
"Not sure what there is to admire," he mutters under his breath, putting on an innocent expression when Chris looks over his shoulder with a slightly suspicious look on his face. It wouldn't be the first time Eddie gets scolded about negative self-talk by a pre-teen. He's not sure if he's ready for what that kid will be like when he's an actual teenager.
Sure enough, there is a flower arrangement sitting on the porch. A nice one, too, because while Eddie doesn't know much about flowers, he can see that these are expensive.
There is a small card sticking only with one corner from the flowers, and Eddie plucks it out of there with two fingers, flipping it open. There, in red ink, is a somehow both neat and chaotic but above all familiar scribble.
Dear Eddie,
Forgive me for choosing to do this the easy way, but it's the only way I'll ever dare to take this chance. You've had my back ever since the day we met, and I'm hoping you'll let me have yours in every way possible in the future, because I want to have and do everything with you.
So I guess this is me asking, Eddie Diaz, if you will be my Valentine?
Love, Buck
Eddie is pretty sure his heart rate doubles as he reads the card, and he hopes that he's not blushing, though Christopher's scrutinizing gaze suggests that something must be visible.
Buck is asking him out. No, Buck bought an expensive arrangement of flowers and put it on Eddie's doorstep with a card asking him out because apparently he was scared that Eddie would say no. As if Eddie would ever say no.
"Who sent it?" Christopher asks, putting his hand on Eddie's shoulder so he can lean in closer to get a peek at the card.
"You were right, it's a secret admirer," Eddie replies, closing the card quickly before his son can see Buck's name, and he gets up, picking up the flowers and giving Christopher a subtle nudge to herd him back inside.
It seems that he's got a very important call to make. He doesn't want to keep Buck waiting, after all.
I actually had a small heart attack because i couldn't find the wip document for a hot second, but i found it! It's a messed up and angsty fic that I haven't worked on in a long long while. But it came to life because I was trying to figure out what would make Buck just absolutely snap and go unhinged and I decided it would be if Doug had been successful in killing Maddie in the woods when he kidnaps her. Buck goes completely numb and just a shell of a person and then it flips and becomes a burning inferno of anger and he goes after abusers to keep that anger going so he doesn't slip back into feeling numb. It's not really all that happy of a story...Ta daaaa
Having Christopher come crashing into his arms is a small solace, and Buck buries his face in the unruly curls, breathing in the scent of the kid’s shampoo. Christopher demands pizza and a movie since it’s the first time they’ve all been together in a while and they need to celebrate.
Who are Eddie and Buck to ignore such a reasonable request?
Buck ignores the pang of guilt in his chest at Christopher’s statement. It has been awhile since he’s been over, and if Eddie hadn’t physically driven him over tonight, it would have been a while more before Buck came over. But Buck feels tainted, a dark spot that he doesn’t want to bring into the warm brightness of the Diaz home. He’s afraid that his constant numbness is going to infect those around him, suck them in like he’s a black hole.
send me the title of a wip and i’ll tell you about it!
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🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?
- I am a sincere sucker for platonic bathing scenes or wound tending scenes. Especially when the character tending the wounds think about how easily they could just kill the other, but are choosing to heal instead of harm.
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
- There are plenty of nsfw tropes/themes I will never touch with a 100 foot pole, including noncon/underage/incest. But plot wise, I don't see myself writing a story where the characters have children, and with Hannigram I don't see myself doing any ocs as I am pretty heavily focused on just Will and Hannibal. Or a fic where hannibal was never a cannibal because it is pretty core to his character.
🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?
- I write a lot of angst, so maybe that? idk, I hate tagging because I am worried I will miss something, and I don't typically add silly ones. They are usually pretty cut/dry on what can be seen in the fic.
H: How would you describe your style?
- I honestly have no idea. I like scene setting and descriptors a lot, and also including anatomy in the feelings of a character. Like anytime I can talk about anatomy I will.
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- Plot. I always write the same characters and everyone knows who they are and I like to set the scene/story
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
- I basically don't read fics anymore so I have none that come to mind that need a story continuation.
For the fanfiction trope rating game: Fluff-Paranormal AU-Reader Insert AU.
Fluff - A. Adore it. Not so much the simple little 1.5k one-shots (though I'll read those too). But slightly longer fics that are more day in the life or fluffy get-together fics or oblivious!character fics and fun stuff like that are my JAM. Like, yes please. I would love to read the equivalent of a Hallmark Christmas Movie in fic form or a chaotic romantic comedy. Gimme!
Paranormal AU - A+! BELOVED. GIVE ME VAMPIRES. GIVE ME WEREWOLVES. GIVE ME FAE. GIVE ME ALL OF THEM OR GIVE ME DEATH.
Reader Insert AU - F. I would rather throw myself in a lake. 😂 I have a couple of friends that are into this, but I could never. I've never seen the appeal, but if people wanna read fic where they personally get wooed or railed, more power to them. 🤣💕
