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[bucksanklescrews]

my hero- e.b. x fem!reader

if someone sets off the fire alarm one more time, its not going to be a false alarm next time (for legal reasons this is a joke)

warnings: fire alarm, kiss

Disoriented and still half-asleep, you blink groggily at the dim, early-morning light filtering through the blinds. The blaring fire alarm, screeching in the hallway, feels like a jackhammer drilling straight into your skull. Squinting, you grope blindly across your bedside table, fingers brushing against your phone, a crumpled tissue, and a half-full water bottle before finally landing on your glasses. You slip them on and wince as the room comes into sharper focus, the bright red glow of the alarm panel on the wall glaring back at you.

Please move to the nearest exits. Do not use the elevators. Fire alarm. Please move to the nearest-

“I get it!” you snap irritably, voice rough with sleep.

The alarm continues, merciless and unyielding, and you groan, pushing yourself upright. Your legs dangle over the side of the bed as you fumble for your shoes, finding only a pair of flimsy sandals by the door. You slip your feet into them, wincing as the straps dig uncomfortably into your socks, but you’re too tired to care. It's just for a few minutes, you reason. Besides, you can’t exactly go barefoot down the grimy dormitory stairwell.

Grabbing your sweatshirt off the back of your chair, you pull it over your head, the fabric muffling the sound of the alarm for a blessed few seconds. Once it’s on, though, the shrill beeping returns, echoing down the hallway as you crack open your door and step into the chaos beyond.

The corridor is a strange mixture of bleary-eyed students in pajamas, hastily thrown-on jackets, and, in some cases, just blankets wrapped around shoulders. They shuffle slowly, some yawning, others clutching phones with expressions of resigned annoyance as they trudge toward the emergency stairwell. You fall into line with them, yawning and rubbing at your eyes as you move with the tide of people heading for the exit.

The stairs are crowded, the steady clomp of slippers, flip-flops, and mismatched shoes creating an oddly synchronized rhythm. No one speaks, each person too wrapped up in their own tired thoughts and irritation, and the silence, punctuated by the occasional cough or sigh, feels almost reverent in a way.

As you reach the bottom floor, you notice the emergency lights casting a dim, ghostly glow over the lobby. The cool morning air hits you the moment you step outside, making you shiver and huddle deeper into your sweatshirt. The campus grounds are filled with clusters of students, all gathered under the dull glow of streetlights, clutching themselves for warmth or checking their phones with annoyed expressions.

Standing there, amidst the crowd of sleepy faces and muffled complaints, you find yourself hoping that whoever set off the alarm regrets it—immensely.

You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself tighter as you wait impatiently. The thin sweatshirt barely keeps out the chilly morning air, and you can feel it creeping under the cuffs and up your sleeves. As you glance around, half-focused on keeping warm, you catch the sound of giggling from a couple of girls standing a few feet away.

“Oh, here come the firefighters!” one of them whispers, her eyes lighting up. “I hope they're hot!"

The other one snickers, her voice dripping with excitement and anticipation. “Last time, there was this one guy who looked like he walked straight out of a magazine. I’d take another 5 a.m. fire drill if it meant seeing him again.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wondering if the ordeal might at least bring some entertainment. The crowd parts slightly as the firefighters approach, flashlights glinting off their helmets. A few murmurs ripple through the crowd as people crane their necks to get a better look, and some students even take out their phones, subtly aiming their cameras at the approaching crew.

You cross your arms tighter, rubbing your hands along your sleeves to warm up, and glance up just as the first firefighter steps into view. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, a silhouette against the emergency lights, and, you have to admit, he looks every bit the part of the heroic first responder.

“Is it him?” one of the girls whispers excitedly, bouncing on her toes.

The second firefighter comes into view, a slight smile barely visible beneath the brim of his helmet. He catches the giggling girls’ eyes and gives a small, courteous nod. They immediately dissolve into more laughter, and you can’t help but smirk, despite the cold and early hour.

The firefighters begin to walk toward the entrance, and you hear one of them exchange a few words with the building’s RA, who’s standing by with a clipboard, looking every bit as tired as the rest of you. You shift back and forth, impatiently, hoping they’ll wrap this up soon so you can return to bed.

A few moments later, the lead firefighter steps forward, lifting his voice just enough to be heard. “Just bear with us, everyone. We'll have this sorted out as soon as possible."

You smile softly as you make eye contact with Captain Nash. He waves at you, tilting his head like he has something to say. You shuffle through the crowd.

Curiosity piqued, you navigate through the shuffling crowd of students, dodging yawns and half-hearted complaints as you edge closer to Captain Nash. He stands tall and calm amidst the chaos, his presence steadying, like a familiar anchor in the early morning haze. When you finally break free from the crowd and step up to him, he gives you a warm smile, eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that’s both reassuring and mildly amused.

“Rough morning, huh?” he asks, voice low enough that only you can hear. He raises an eyebrow, gesturing subtly to your mismatched sandals and socks.

You stifle a chuckle, looking down at your half-asleep fashion statement with a shrug. “Yeah, didn’t think this was worth a full outfit change,” you reply, tugging on the hem of your sweatshirt for emphasis.

He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “No, I think you’re perfectly dressed for the occasion.” He glances over his shoulder as his team works near the building entrance, checking the alarm panel and taking down notes. "Buck's going to want to see you before we leave."

You hum. "I also want to see him. My hero," you say, dryly.

Bobby chuckles, clearly amused by your sarcastic tone. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll love to hear that,” he replies, with a wink. He gestures for you to follow him toward where the rest of his team is stationed by the entrance, and you weave through the crowd behind him.

Buck is easy to spot, standing a little apart from the others as he inspects the control panel with intense focus, his brow furrowed in concentration. You can see him muttering to himself as he examines the wires, utterly absorbed in his task. For a moment, you’re tempted to sneak up on him, but Nash clears his throat, drawing Buck’s attention. He turns, and the moment he sees you, his expression lights up.

“Well, look who finally made it out of bed,” he says, a wide grin spreading across his face. He raises an eyebrow, giving you a quick once-over and pausing at your sock-and-sandal combo. “Stylish as always, I see.”

You cross your arms, trying to keep a straight face. “Yes, I dress exclusively for occasions like these. Nothing but the finest for a 5 a.m. fire alarm.”

Buck laughs, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “Ah, so you’re just here to admire my work, then?” He gestures grandly to the control panel as if he’s unveiling a work of art. “It’s a wiring malfunction. You were in no real danger, don’t worry.”

“Oh, good,” you reply, feigning relief. “I was ready to nominate you for a medal of bravery.”

“Only a medal?” Buck teases, pretending to look wounded. “I thought ‘hero of the year’ was more my speed.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “Alright, ‘hero of the year.’ Thanks for getting us out of bed and saving us from… an empty hallway.”

He grins, clearly pleased with himself, and leans in a little, lowering his voice. He passes you a small hand warmer. “Next time, I’ll make sure you’re the first to know if it’s a real emergency. Scout’s honor.”

“Oh, I feel so safe now,” you reply, laughing.

Captain Nash watches the two of you with a fond smile before finally breaking in. “Alright, you two, that’s enough flirting in the cold. Let’s let them get back inside.” He gives you a light nudge toward the entrance.

As you pull Buck into the small inlet by the Residence Hall Director’s office, the hum of chatter fades slightly, giving you both a rare moment of privacy amidst the chaos. His hands find your waist, steady and warm, and he leans in to press a quick, soft kiss to your lips. The kiss is gentle, a brief but familiar connection that melts some of the lingering chill from the early morning.

You smile, patting his arm affectionately. “I’ll call you when your shift’s over, hero.”

His grin widens, a hint of boyish pride lighting up his expression. “I’ll hold you to that.” With a final squeeze, he lets you slip past him, giving you space to rejoin the stream of students filing back into the building.

As you make your way toward the stairs, you can’t help glancing back just once to see him standing by the entrance, watching you with that same, soft smile lingering on his face. Turning forward, you find yourself sandwiched between the same two girls from earlier, still whispering to each other with barely-concealed excitement. You’re only a few steps up when you feel their eyes on you, glancing back and forth between you and the doorway where Buck’s still visible.

You try to focus on the climb, but you catch snippets of their hushed conversation, and it’s clear they’re talking about you.

“Did you see that?” one of them whispers, her tone tinged with awe. “She just kissed him! That’s her boyfriend! We need to be friends with her.”

“Shut up,” the other one murmurs, giggling. “He’s a firefighter! And did you see how he looked at her? Like, that’s movie-level romance.”

You bite back a smile, pretending not to notice as they fall into a fit of muffled giggles. The warmth from the hand warmer Buck gave you still lingers in your pocket, and for a moment, you don’t mind the climb or the chill. The girls’ words trail off, replaced by soft sighs and faint giggles as they shuffle up behind you, but you can still feel the amused, almost envious glances they cast your way.

As you finally reach your floor, one of the girls gives you a little nudge, her face lighting up with genuine excitement. “You know, that was seriously cute. I’d get out of bed early for a guy like that.”

You chuckle, shrugging as you make your way to your door. “It has its perks,” you admit, smiling to yourself as you close the door and finally, blissfully, crawl back into bed.

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Buck: what’s your type?

Eddie: kind, blond, dumb, good sense of humor.

Buck: that sounds kind of like me. Too bad I’m not a girl.

Eddie: did I mention dumb?

Buck: yes.

Eddie: okay just making sure.

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buck could blow up a building and eddie would be like do not even worry about it buck the building was ugly anyway

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Man who is known for stealing fire trucks shocked at stealing another with his dad

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bobby, urgent: we’re stealing this fire truck to get to my wife

buck, suspicious: … is this a test?

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Mustache Eddie?!??? I’m wet. Sorry what I meant to say was I’m wet. Whoops, my bad I meant to type I’m wet. Whoa spellcheck is a bitch I’m trying to communicate that I’m wet. No no no I’m wet. Sorry. I’m wet. No that’s not—I’m wet goddamnit I’m trying to say that I’m w—

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eddie diaz whipped so bad that buck said eddie i have a great idea! i’m gonna douse you with perfume and make you run around the yard while you get chased by a swarm of killer bees and eddie just. let him do all that.

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Ryan's "Come on, Oli!" 🥹🥹🥹🥹

(headphones on, for maximum experience 😁)

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I bet Oliver goes home after a long day of filming, hugs his dogs, puts his feet up and thinks, "I can't believe I get paid Good American Dollars to say lines like It's a bee-nado."

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me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

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911 + dumb buck moments

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Requests are open!

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car shopping- e.b. x fem!reader

Warnings: None, pregnant!reader, fluff

"I'm not driving a minivan," Evan said, his voice stern, but a hint of amusement still shined through.

You ran a hand over your bump. "Jesus, Buck, how many of them do you think are in here?"

Evan chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at you with that familiar mix of affection and playful defiance. "I don’t care if it’s one or five, I’m not trading in the Jeep for a minivan."

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you ran a hand over your growing bump. “Come on, Buck, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? It’s not like we’re starting a soccer team.”

He grinned, leaning back against the counter, his arms crossing over his chest. “I’m just saying, this Jeep has been with me through a lot. I’m not ready to swap it out for something... practical.”

"I said practical, which means a Jeep that doesn't stutter when it starts-"

"I made an appointment for it next week!"

You placed a hand on your hip. "And what about the appointment last week?"

He sighed, knowing you had a point. Despite all the love and care he had poured into maintaining his Jeep over the years—new tires, a well-kept motor, and a slightly faded paint job that he swore added character—it was clear that the old Jeep was reaching the end of its life. It had racked up miles and had started showing signs of wear, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. Sure, his car had been fine before, but now that you were expecting, the last thing you wanted was to worry about Buck and your little angel stalling at an intersection or, worse, being stranded somewhere.

Evan ran a hand through his hair, the reluctance in his eyes giving way to a resigned sigh. “Alright, I’ll look at new cars... but I’m not making any promises.”

You smiled, knowing it was the best you were going to get from him. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Car shopping turned out to be more of a challenge than either of you anticipated. Every car seemed to have something wrong with it—too worn, too expensive, too small, too impractical. The first dealership was a bust, with Buck dismissing every option the salesman showed him. The second one wasn’t any better, with Buck complaining about the lack of character in the newer models. By the time you reached the sixth dealership, you were starting to lose hope.

Then you spotted it—another Jeep, practically identical to his. It was a little newer, with fewer miles on it, and in good condition. For a moment, you thought this might be the one. Buck approached the Jeep, his eyes lighting up as he inspected it closely. He ran his hand over the hood, checked the tires, and even peeked inside the cabin.

You watched him, hopeful that this could be it. But as the salesman approached to seal the deal, you noticed the look on Buck’s face. The excitement had faded, replaced by something more subdued. He thanked the salesman politely, but instead of heading back inside to discuss numbers, he started walking back to your car.

You followed him, your heart sinking a little. “Evan?”

He glanced back at the Jeep, then at you. “It’s just... it’s not the same, you know? It doesn’t feel right.”

You sighed, understanding where he was coming from. “I get it, Buck. But we need something reliable, something safe. For all of us.”

He nodded, though you could see the reluctance still lingering in his eyes. “I know. It’s just hard to let go.”

You slipped your hand into his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll find something that feels right, I promise. But maybe it doesn’t have to be another Jeep. Maybe it’s time for something new.”

Buck considered your words, his gaze softening as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

As your due date approached, just over a week away, the anticipation was palpable. You sighed, flipping through yet another car catalog, this one featuring used cars being sold directly by their owners. Your hand absentmindedly rested on your bump as you turned the pages, glancing over sedans and SUVs, none of which seemed to stand out.

But then, you spotted it. Another Jeep, just a few shades darker than his current car. It had low miles and was moderately priced, a rare find that immediately caught your attention. You smiled to yourself, thinking maybe this was it, the compromise between nostalgia and practicality. You turned the catalog towards Buck, who was sitting next to you on the couch, and pointed it out.

“Look at this one,” you said, your voice laced with hope. “It’s just like yours, but with way fewer miles. What do you think?”

Buck’s eyes lit up for a second as he took in the image, the familiar look of excitement flashing across his face. But then, just as quickly, he seemed to hesitate, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“It’s nice,” he admitted, nodding appreciatively. “But... I already found something.”

You quirked an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh? And when were you planning on telling me?”

Buck chuckled, pulling out his phone. “I was going to surprise you, but since we’re on the topic...”

He scrolled through his photos, searching for something specific. You watched him curiously, wondering what he had found. Finally, he stopped on a picture and handed the phone to you.

The image on the screen was of a new Jeep, a different color from his current one but still unmistakably in the same spirit. It was slightly newer, with a sleeker design, but it still had that rugged, adventurous look that Buck loved so much.

“I saw it when we were on a call,” Buck explained, his voice carrying a mix of excitement and nostalgia. “It was parked on the street, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off it. I jotted down the number before we left, and I went back to see it with Eddie before heading home.”

You looked at the photo, then back at Buck, and couldn’t help but smile. There was something endearing about the way he was so attached to his Jeep, and yet willing to find something new that still honored the old.

“You really like it, don’t you?” you asked softly.

Buck nodded, his eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and a touch of sentimentality. “Yeah, I do. It’s not exactly the same, but it feels right, you know? Like it’s time for something new, but it still reminds me of the old one.”

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad you found something you love, Buck. And if you’re happy with it, then I am too.”

He smiled, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close, his hand resting protectively over your bump. “Thanks, babe. I know it’s silly, but this Jeep... it means a lot.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth and love between you both. “It’s not silly at all. It’s a big change, and I’m glad you found something that feels right.”

As you sat there together, the car catalog forgotten on the coffee table, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. The Jeep was just a car, but it symbolized so much more—moving forward, making room for new memories, and embracing the future together as a family.

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big, big news- e.b. x fem!reader

warnings: pregnancy, pregnant reader

The day outside was picture-perfect, one of those quintessential Los Angeles afternoons that seemed almost too beautiful to be real. The sky stretched endlessly above, a brilliant, cloudless blue that contrasted sharply with the lush greenery of the trees lining the streets. The sun shone brightly, its golden rays warming everything in their path, while a gentle breeze whispered through the air, offering a brief respite from the heat. It felt like summer's embrace, warm and comforting, but it did little to soothe the anxiety churning within you.

You huffed, wiping your brow with the back of your hand as you fanned your face, trying in vain to cool down your sweaty skin. But it wasn’t just the heat that had you flustered—it was the overwhelming mix of emotions surging through you. Your breath came in uneven gasps, and you could feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You bit your lip, fighting back the sob that was lodged in your throat. It seemed so stupid to be crying now, after all the pleading and hoping you had done, asking the gods and any entity who might listen to grant you this. And yet, now that the moment was here, terror had taken root, winding its way around your heart and squeezing tight.

The timer rang, its shrill sound cutting through the air like a knife, pulling you back to the present. Your body moved on autopilot, shuffling toward the bathroom with heavy, hesitant steps. The room felt smaller than it had before, the air thick with anticipation. Your hand shook as you reached for the little square of toilet paper on the counter, where the pregnancy test lay waiting.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at it directly. The little hourglass that had spun endlessly on the screen was gone, replaced by a single, solid word that seemed to stare back at you, daring you to read it. But you were too scared to face it, too terrified of what that one word might mean—for your future, for your hopes, for everything you had wished for and feared all at once.

Pregnant

A sob escaped your lips. It was so simple, just one word, but it carried the weight of a thousand emotions—joy, fear, disbelief, hope, and everything in between. You had imagined this moment countless times, playing out every possible reaction, but nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of the emotions that now flooded your body.

It was raw and unfiltered, a release of all the tension, the anticipation, the overwhelming sense of reality crashing down on you. Tears followed, spilling over your cheeks as you gripped the edge of the counter for support. Your legs felt weak, and you leaned heavily against the cool surface, trying to steady yourself as the enormity of the moment settled in.

This was real. The word on the screen wasn’t a dream, or a fantasy, or a cruel trick of the mind. It was real, and it meant that everything was about to change. You were going to be a mother. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying, and as the sobs continued to wrack your body, you felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within you—relief, joy, fear, love.

You let yourself cry, allowing the tears to flow freely, knowing that this was the beginning of something completely new, something you had hoped for yet had never fully imagined. It was a moment of profound vulnerability, and as you cried, you felt the first stirrings of acceptance, of embracing the unknown, and of stepping into this new chapter of your life with all the courage you could muster.

Eventually, the sobs subsided, leaving you standing in the quiet of the bathroom, the pregnancy test still in your trembling hand. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, taking a deep, shaky breath as you stared at the word again. Pregnant. It was real, and so were you.

Evan came home that evening, the door creaking softly as he stepped inside. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, staring out the window at the fading light of the day. He paused in the doorway, his eyes immediately searching your face for any sign of how you were feeling.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern.

You looked up at him and smiled, a soft, reassuring smile that you hoped would ease his worry. "I'm fine," you replied, your voice steady, though your emotions were still swirling beneath the surface.

Evan seemed unconvinced, his brows knitting together as he took a cautious step toward you. He hesitated for a moment, then settled into the other couch, keeping a respectful distance as if he was unsure whether you needed space or comfort. The sadness in his eyes was evident, and it tugged at your heart, making you want to reach out to him and share everything that had happened earlier.

But instead, you stayed silent, watching him as he slowly drifted off to sleep, his head resting against the back of the couch. His breathing became slow and even, and you found yourself studying him, taking in every detail. His face, relaxed in sleep, looked so peaceful, almost boyish. You wondered if your baby would have that same sense of wonder in their eyes, the same curiosity that seemed to light up Evan’s face whenever he encountered something new. Would they inherit his birthmark, the small, distinct mark on his brow that you loved.

Your heart swelled with love and a deep, protective instinct. You could already feel the connection between the three of you growing, even if Evan didn’t know it yet. The thought of sharing this news with him, of seeing his reaction, both thrilled and terrified you. But for now, you wanted to savor this quiet moment, to hold onto the anticipation a little longer.

As the afternoon slipped into evening, you rose from the couch, careful not to disturb Evan. Moving through the kitchen, you began to gather ingredients for dinner, your mind still buzzing with the earlier revelation. Cooking had always been a soothing activity for you, a way to ground yourself when your thoughts were too chaotic. The familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables, seasoning, and stirring helped to calm your nerves.

The scent of your cooking eventually filled the air, and you heard the soft rustle of movement from the living room. Evan was awake. You smiled to yourself as you heard his footsteps approaching, knowing that he was drawn to the kitchen by the enticing aroma.

Just as you were finishing plating up his dinner, you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind, his warmth enveloping you. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, his breath tickling your skin. "Smells amazing," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

You leaned into him, feeling a surge of affection. "I hope you’re hungry," you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

Evan took both plates from you, carrying them to the dining room table with a practiced ease. He pulled out your chair, just as he always did, a small gesture that had become a cherished part of your routine whenever you cooked together. As you sat down, he quickly retrieved the silverware and returned with drinks for both of you, setting everything down with care.

He popped the cork to a new bottle of wine. Evan poured the wine into your glass, the rich red liquid swirling as it filled the bowl. With a playful smirk, he added a little extra splash, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just a bit more, for good measure," he teased, clearly in high spirits.

You couldn't help but smile up at him, warmth spreading through you. But as much as you appreciated the gesture, you knew it was time to tell him. The secret you’d been holding onto all evening felt too big to keep inside any longer.

You reached out and gently touched his hand, your voice soft but steady. "I can't drink it, Buck."

He paused, looking at the bottle in his hand, then back at you. "Oh, don’t worry, it’s not the extra fancy stuff or anything," he assured you.

You smiled wider, your heart swelling with affection for him. You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow, hoping he would catch on, but the realization still didn’t hit him. Instead, he slid the glass of wine over to his side of the table, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to understand.

"Do you want water or a soda instead?" he asked, completely missing the hint.

You laughed softly, shaking your head at his obliviousness. "Water is fine," you replied, amused by how adorably clueless he could be at times.

Evan nodded and quickly went to grab a glass of water and a can of soda from the fridge, setting them in front of you with a smile. He was so earnest, so sweet, and so completely unaware of the bombshell you were about to drop. Your heart raced as you prepared to tell him, excitement and nerves mingling together.

He began recounting the details of his last shift, his voice animated as he spoke about the callouts, the adrenaline rush of the job, and the small victories they’d celebrated together. You tried to listen, you really did, but as he spoke, you found yourself utterly enchanted by the way his eyes lit up, the way his lips curled into that charming smile.

Every laugh line and freckle seemed to tell a story, and as you watched him, your mind drifted to the little life you were carrying—his child. The realization sent warmth flooding through you, and you couldn’t help but smile wide, completely lost in thought.

Buck noticed your distraction and chuckled, breaking through your daydream. "Why are you smiling so wide? You’re not high, are you?" he teased, his brows raised in mock concern.

You shook your head, laughing lightly. "Why would a woman not be able to drink wine?" you replied, trying to keep the atmosphere light even as your heart raced at the thought of finally revealing your news.

Evan’s eyes widened slightly, and you could almost see the gears in his mind turning as he started to connect the dots. "Wait, are you…?" he began, but then stopped himself, uncertainty flickering across his face. “Do you need help or something?”

You quickly shook your head, a reassuring smile on your lips. "No, I’m okay, really."

But then his expression shifted, a sudden brightness sparking in his eyes. "Are you pregnant?" he asked, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could catch himself.

With a nod, you whispered, "Yes, I am."

Evan’s face lit up, a mix of disbelief and joy spreading across his features. "Really?" he breathed, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. "Oh my god, are you serious?"

You smiled wider, feeling the weight of your news lift as you shared it with him. "I’m serious."

He pushed back his chair slightly, his excitement palpable. "This is incredible!" he exclaimed, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that felt electric. You melted into him, feeling the warmth of his body, the sheer happiness radiating from him.

As he pulled back to look at you, his eyes shone with a mixture of awe and love. "We’re having a baby," he said, almost in disbelief. You nodded, feeling tears of joy prick at the corners of your eyes.

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No- e.b. x fem!reader

warnings: baby talk, Jee-Yun being a menace

You snapped another pair of Evan's jeans, folding them neatly. "She said what?"

A loud clang of your pans being slapped together by a toddler rang out. Evan sighed. Despite loving his niece and wanting nothing more than to spend an afternoon, he had to admit to himself, and you, that he was way in over his head.

"She told me no."

You raised an eyebrow, pausing mid-fold. "She told you no?"

Evan nodded, exasperated. "Yeah, and then she threw her juice box at me like she was a major league pitcher. I didn’t even know she could throw that far!"

You couldn't help but chuckle, imagining the scene. "Well, she's definitely got a strong will. I'm glad that Maddie is teaching her well."

Evan ran a hand through his hair, clearly at the end of his rope. "You know, I never thought I'd say this, but... I might need some help down here. Can you come down and work your magic with Jee-Yun?"

You chuckled, setting aside the folded jeans. "Oh, now you need my help?"

As you descended the stairs, the scene that greeted you made you pause. The entire apartment looked like a mini-tornado had swept through. Toys were scattered everywhere, a few pillows had been knocked off the couch, and right in the middle of it all was Jee-Yun, her clothes smeared with chocolate and her lips stained bright red from what you assumed was juice.

Evan stood a few feet away, his hands up in exasperation. "See? I tried everything—movies, snacks, toys���but she’s on a whole different level today."

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight. "She certainly knows how to make a mess." You knelt down to Jee-Yun's level, smiling warmly. "Hey, sweetie. How about we watch a movie?"

Jee-Yun looked up at you with wide, defiant eyes and shook her head vigorously. "No!"

Evan threw his hands up dramatically. You laughed again, but this time you reached out and gently lifted Jee-Yun into your arms. To Evan’s surprise, she didn’t fight or resist. Instead, she nestled against your shoulder, her energy suddenly seeming to wane.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" you asked softly.

Jee-Yun nodded meekly, her earlier defiance melting away.

Evan handed you the diaper bag, looking a bit bewildered. "How do you do that? She’s been running circles around me for hours."

You gave him a reassuring smile as you carried Jee-Yun upstairs. "Sometimes they just need a little comfort. It's exhausting being a toddler, you know."

In the bedroom, you wiped Jee-Yun's face clean, helped her change into fresh clothes, and then rocked her gently side to side. Her little eyes fluttered closed, and within minutes, she was fast asleep. You carefully laid her down on the bed, pulling the covers over her. As you turned to leave, you found Evan standing in the doorway, a look of pure relief on his face.

"You're a lifesaver," he whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping child.

You shushed him as you motioned to the stairs.

Once in the living room, he sat down on the couch and gently pulled you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you securely, and he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

You giggled softly, feeling his warm breath tickle your skin. "That tickles," you whispered, trying to stifle your laughter.

Instead of pulling away, Evan pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, his lips brushing softly against your skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned back slightly, meeting his gaze. His big blue eyes were full of affection and something else—something more serious. You reached up, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his hairline. The tender gesture made him close his eyes for a moment, savoring the connection between you two. When he opened them again, there was a sudden intensity in his gaze that caught you off guard.

Without preamble, he asked, "Do you want to have a baby?"

The bluntness of his question left you momentarily speechless. You studied his face, searching for any sign that he might be joking, but all you saw was sincerity. His eyes were wide, hopeful, yet tinged with uncertainty, as if he was laying his heart bare in that single question. Your hand stilled against his temple, and you bit your lip, considering the weight of his words. The idea of having a child with him, of creating a life together, suddenly felt very real, very possible. You felt a rush of emotions—excitement, fear, love—all colliding in your chest.

You smiled. "I've thought about it."

Evan's grip on you tightened slightly, his breath catching as he processed your admission. "And?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he was afraid to hope too much.

You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, your fingers lightly trailing down the side of his face. "Eventually."

"Eventually?"

You nodded. You could see the mix of emotions flicker across Evan's face—relief, understanding, and a hint of disappointment—but mostly, there was love and patience. He nodded slowly, taking in your words.

"Okay," he said softly, his grip on you easing slightly but still holding you close. "Eventually is good. I can wait. As long as it's with you."

You smiled, touched by his understanding. "It will be," you assured him, your fingers still tracing gentle patterns along his jawline. "I just want to make sure we're both really ready, you know?"

Evan nodded again, his blue eyes softening as he gazed at you. "I get it. I want us to be ready too."

You smiled. "Plus, I think Christopher would make a really good babysitter- once he's a little bit older."

Evan chuckled softly, the tension from the earlier conversation easing as a playful smile spread across his face. "Yeah, I can see that." He grinned, his arms still wrapped around you as he looked into your eyes. "And until then, we’ll just enjoy our time with him and Jee-Yun. Plenty of practice, right?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. "Exactly. We’ve got all the time in the world."

Evan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and you could feel the love and understanding behind it. When he pulled back, his smile was warm and full of affection. "I like the sound of that."

[bucksanklescrews]

Buck: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Eddie: What did you do?

Buck: Nobody died.

Eddie: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!