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Things take time

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Dreams series

Part 1

Part 2

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

Fandom: 911

Summary: You and Buck try for a baby, but life is not always fair and easy.

Angst | Fluff

A/N: I know, I KNOW it's been ages since part 1, but hey, i'm back! Hope u enjoy it and stay put for the next parts. Maybe life isn't really fair and easy! Thank you for your support and kindness. Have a wonderful day, bubs! Lots of love ✨

@krokietino i thought maybe you'll like the second part of what u requested ❤️

Requested: yes

Words: 2.2k

Requests currently closed!

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In the hushed quiet of your home, you and Buck found yourselves enveloped in the soft glow of morning. Buck was quietly pulling up his uniform, taking a few sips of his coffee. You on the other hand had a long morning today, lingering a bit longer in your pijama.

You watched your fiancé with a dump smile and a heavy heart as he buckled his shoes, preparing for a new day as a firefighter. Every shift you couldn't help but feel the whole world's pressure on your shoulders, worrying a little too much about his safety, despite he came home safe and sound every time.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers were trembling as you held yet another negative test in your hands, a heavy sigh escaped your lips. For months, you've been trying for a baby, thinking "how hard it must be", your hearts brimming with hope with each pregnancy test, only to be met with disappointment time and time again.

Buck's expression etched with concern, wrapped his arms around you in a comforting embrace, trying to give you a bit of his hope, his heart aching at the sight of your crestfallen face.

"I'm sorry, babe," you murmured, your voice thick with unshed tears. "I thought... I thought this might be it."

Buck's heart twisted with love as he gently wiped away your tears, his own emotions swirling with a mixture of frustration and longing. "It's okay, sweetheart," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "We'll keep trying."

As much as he wanted a family with you, in this moment if possible, he knew this things take time. You can't rush life, every little thing has its own moment. He could understand your frustration, motherhood is something almost every woman look forward and being this close to fulfil your dream, it's painful to see weeks turn into months, each day holding a negative pregnancy test between your fingers.

"Be safe out there and don't be a stranger!" you shouted after Buck placed the sweetest kisses all over your face and told you how much he loved you over and over before leaving for work that morning.

Buck tried to man up himself and wash away negative thoughts. He told himself it's not something he can control, it's out of your hands and there's nothing more you can do. Or at least he's trying to do that.

You, on the other hand, can't help but feel like you're letting Buck down. You know how much he wants a family with you, something he can feel like he belongs to, an anchor to keep him floating at the surface in this chaos.

For yourself, bringing a life in this world is a step in your relationship with Buck that seems about right and it's the perfect time to meet your dreams come true. Only that your dreams are not in a hurry to take part of this conversation just yet.

It's been six months since that last barbecue at Bobby and Athena's house, months you've spent daydreaming of a small version of Buck playing around, filling your silent home with laughter, irradiating joy and love, lightning your lives.

Days passed the same: work, home, Buck and repeat. Monotony installing into your bones and mind, you started to lose hope little by little with every negative test you threw away every morning. Your characteristic smile started to be missed by your family and friends, even people from work started questioning you every shift.

You ok, hun?

Something happened?

You know, if you need to talk...

The disappointment was so strong planted in yourself that one morning you didn't even notice the glow you irradiated and the small smile being brought back to your lips. You somehow felt the world differently, you didn't even realise you stepped out of monotony. Instead of having lunch break at your workplace, your footsteps surprised you in front of the fire station, unknowingly missing Buck and the joy of the 118.

"Y/N!" everyone cheered happily at the sight of you, rushing down the stairs to greet you and hug you. It's been months since your last lunch at the station and since you last saw your friends.

Bobby took your purse as you and Hen walked to the dining area, the smile growing beautifully as you were catching up with everyone's lives. You were so focused on one thing that could change your life that you forgot how happy you were before. You thought you needed that change to be happening as soon as possible, thinking it will make you happy and fulfilled, that you missed the part where your life was perfect as it was.

"Hey stranger!" Eddie greeted you before you could take a sit at the table, giving you a big, tight hug. "It's so nice to have you around! We missed you!"

"Ah, you know, busy life!" you tried to laugh the world's weight off of your shoulders, hugging Eddie back.

As the lunch unfolded without any surprises, sitting right next to Buck at the table, holding his hand, laughing from the bottom of your heart at the last incidents Chim and Hen detailed, you could feel the hope installing in your bones again.

"Well isn't that a beautiful face I didn't have the pleasure to see at this table for a long time now!" Athena made her way up the stairs, greeting you. "Nice to see you, child!"

Since you left home, Athena and Bobby were the closest thing to the parental figures you missed in the last years. You greeted her with the biggest smile, and after you all finished the delicious lunch Bobby had made, you checked the time. You still had a half an hour before you needed to be back for work.

You enjoyed your time spent with Buck and your friends at the station before the alarm started to replace your laughter. You kissed your fiancé goodbye, reminding him to be safe.

As you gathered your things, ready to return to your work place, Athena placed a hand on your shoulder "You ready? Imma give you a ride."

As you quietly sat in the police car, listening to the dispatch calling out for different situations, assigning cars, Athena broke the silence.

"I can see that look in your eyes. You're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, aren't you?"

"Oh-uh, I just—" you stopped, weighting the words before giving life to your thoughts. "I feel like I'm letting Buck down."

Those words surprised you too, as you didn't realised you really meant that before it came out of your mouth. Your voice barely above a whisper, you continued "He wants this so badly, and I can't give it to him. I don't know what to do."

Athena's hand found yours, a gesture of solidarity amidst the turmoil of your emotions. "You're not letting him down, honey," she reassured, her voice filled with unwavering conviction. "Sometimes, these things take time. But you're not alone in this. There are specialists who can help, if you're willing to take that step."

Few days passed, the untouched pregnancy tests surprising both you and Buck. "I thought maybe worrying less and going with the flow might help." you giggled, as you and Buck cuddled a bit more before getting the day started. It wasn't necessarily a lie, not a bad one at least.

It felt nice, not having to worry about every single thing in your life for a few days, but as Athena's words echoed in your mind, you couldn't help it.

You found yourself standing outside the office of a specialist, your heart fluttering with a mixture of hope and trepidation. But as you stepped inside and faced the prospect of yet another round of tests and examinations, a glimmer of hope flickered within your soul. You had to make sure nothing is wrong. If the specialist would tell you everything is fine, that there's nothing you should worry about, then indeed you'd be ready to worry less and leave the life do the things at its own pace.

Weeks passed as usual, happier and tender than before. Each night Buck loved you more and more, some more intense, showering you with his sincere passion and affection, some gentle and romantic. Your love for each other grew stronger than ever and you were at the point where you didn't even think you could love Buck more.

But today felt different. It was something inside that guided you to that specific bathroom drawer you didn't open for weeks, trying to keep under control the obsession you've developed. Today you felt the need to open it.

In the quiet stillness of the morning, as the first light of dawn cast its golden rays upon your home, you found yourself clutching a pregnancy test in trembling hands once more. As the seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness, your heart pounded in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

Something felt different, you couldn't explain it. As the two pink lines appeared in a silent testament to your hopes and dreams, a wave of overwhelming joy washed over you, tears streaming down your cheeks, tears filled with happiness, hope, and the purest form of love.

Buck noticed something has changed lately, as if the very air was charged with an electric energy. He put it on the fact that you finally got the power to turn off the worrying shadows that's been darkening your mind this past few months.

You checked your phone, rereading Buck's message over and over again, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. Doctor confirmed your pregnancy and today is the day. You knew Buck will be so excited to hear the news but... maybe, just maybe, you thought after all this months of trying, he would've changed his mind.

Sabotaging yourself with this kind of thoughts, your body shuddered at the sound of your fiancé's voice.

"It was a stupid, boring day!" Buck placed his bag on the floor with frustration. Boring is something Buck hates more than anything. He likes action, fire, running around like crazy from one call to another. He might've changed over time, but deep down he's still the reckless boy that once opened for the first time the station's doors.

"Well hello my favourite man! My fearless firefighter. My love. My world." you giggled as you kissed him, placing your lips on his skin after every word.

"Stop lying to me." he laughed, hugging you so tight, spinning around with you on his arms. Secretly he thanked the heavens for that boring day, keeping him safe, in one piece so that he could come back home to you. The most beautiful and precious woman in his life. "What smells so good?"

"Dinner. Got off early today and thought maybe I should do something special. Your favourite." you lied to him again, but it was for his own good. Today was your doctor's appointment so you took the day off.

"Oh, I missed your dinners!" he smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Go wash your hands and you can tell me how much you love me after!" you joke, motioning Buck to the bathroom.

As you arranged the table, serving Buck with his favourite meal, you laughed at his frustration with the stupid kids pulling pranks and getting stuck in weird places.

"How was your day?" your fiancé asked, mouth full of the magic food, as he couldn't help but name it every time.

"Oh, you know. Same thing every day, nothing special there." you caressed his hand. "That reminds me..." you left the words hanging in the air as you rushed to your bedroom, grabbing a box. A mischievous glint in your eye and a mysterious package cradled in your arms. Buck's curiosity piqued, he watched with bated breath as you approached, your smile radiant and infectious.You placed it next to Buck, excitedly waiting for him to open it.

"What's this?" he asked, whipping his hands. You didn't respond, as if you didn't hear a word he said.

His fingers trembling as he unwrapped it with care. And then, as the contents were revealed, his breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in disbelief. Nestled within the confines of the package was a uniform, its tiny size a stark contrast to the enormity of the moment it represented. But it was the words emblazoned upon the fabric that stole Buck's breath away: "Daddy's Little Firefighter."

Tears welled in Buck's eyes as he looked up at you, his heart overflowing with emotion. "Are you... Are we...?" he stammered, his voice choked with emotion.

In that moment, beneath the canopy of stars, amidst the quiet stillness of the night, your hearts were soaring with the promise of a future filled with love and laughter.

You nodded, your eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "Yeah, Buck," you whispered, "You're going to be a dad!" your voice trembling with emotion. "We're going to be parents."

[garfieldsladybird]

Listen to me

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Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

Fandom: 911

Summary: You and Buck have been fighting, deciding to take a break from the relationship. But he wants to make it right.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, not proofread

Requested: No

Words: 1.7k

Requests are open for Buck / Eddie!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

You and Buck had been arguing for days, each feeling like the other wasn't listening. You didn’t know where all this fighting came from, but you sure do know it hasn’t stopped since then. You both knew something was wrong but couldn't put your finger on it. The tension was palpable, and it was only a matter of time before something gave.

It all came to a head one evening, with you and Buck yelling at each other in the living room of your shared apartment. You moved in a few months back, all cozy and peaceful. Enjoying each other’s company, being able to see one another all day. It felt like a date that never came to an end.

You had been fighting about the little things, but it was clear there was something deeper bubbling beneath the surface.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once, Buck? I feel like I'm talking to a wall!" you yelled, patience running out now.

"I am listening, but you're not hearing me either!" Buck shot back, frustration lacing his words.

The other night, Buck’s messages suddenly stopped and they never come back. You couldn’t sleep during all his shift, not knowing if something had happened to him. Your thoughts were filled with worry and anger as you waited and over checked your dms. Maybe, maybe he texted you but you missed it.

Eventually, a few hours before his shift was about to end, you text Eddie, asking if they were ok. He replied that everything was fine and you didn’t need to worry. But that was something that made you question even more.

“I was waiting for you to text back! Or even a small reminder that you’re ok, you haven’t died. Or to tell me you’re on your way to a call and you can’t talk! Is it that hard?” you

“I was on a call, then I went to bed! It just slipped my mind!” he yelled back at that point.

You couldn’t believe his words. It slipped his mind. Talking to his lover slipped his mind. Reassuring them he’s alive slipped his mind. Maybe you were asking too much.

“Okay, fine!” you gave up. You gather a few things from the apartment, stuffing them in your bag as Buck watched your every step, his eyes filled now with worry less than anger.

“Wha-What are you doing?” your boyfriend placed his hand on top of yours, stopping you from circling around.

“We should take a break. I’ll spend the night at May’s and we'll see after that.” you were just texting May as his hand dropped, now resting on the kitchen counter. His eyes show the pain and fear that’s bubbling inside, and, maybe, because you were hurt as well, you chose to ignore it.

Your chest aches and your head was spinning trying to keep inside the feelings. You didn’t want to show him you were hurting just as much, he wouldn’t care anyways. It is a painful decision, but you need some time to clear your head and you both knew that.

Buck was afraid he’s being left behind again. Forgotten by the person he’s loving the most. More that he loved Abby. More than he loved Ally. And even more than he loved Taylor. And that’s something. But he gulped the lump in his throat and nodded.

“Yeah, maybe that’s best.”

“Take care of you, Buck!” and with those words, you shut the door behind, leaving Buck all alone in his apartment.

One night turned into days and then into a week, and Buck found himself missing you more than he ever thought possible. He texted you every single day, babbling about every little thing that happened in his life.

//

“I think it’s over. Uh, me and Y/n.” Buck admitted between the siren’s wiling.

“We’re just having a little girl’s week. It’s been ages since we had a proper hangout. We just catching up.” Hen said, watching Buck swallow the lump in his throat. “How is that code for it’s over ?”

“Well, what’s past is prologue, right?” Buck sighs, “And, based on my past, Y/n and I have reached the point in a relationship where the woman flees.”

“Women flee you? Routinely?” Ravi asks, surprisingly turning his head in Buck’s direction.

“Starts out small. Uh, she's-she's canceling plans. She's got to work. She needs to wash her hair or do her laundry, and before you know it, poof. Dropping them off at the airport and never seeing them again.” your boyfriend explained, hoping his words won’t coincide with the reality.

“Okay, Buck, you're being a little too Buck about this. “ Hen shake her hands, waving off Buck’s worries.

“A little? When was the last time a woman told you she had to go home to wash her hair? 1952?” Eddie chuckles from his seat.

“Listen, Y/n is not Abby or Ally or Taylor. It doesn't even rhyme. I mean, that's a good sign, right?” Hen asks.

“The thing is... she’s been living with me for a few months now. And it’s been great and I do think I really really love her and I don’t want to lose her. Not her-“ Buck let out from his mouth some words he never had the chance to say to you. Well, he had the chance, millions of times, but never seemed the right time.

“Why does this keep happening to you?” Bobby turned his head to watch Buck as the truck rolled down the streets.

“Well, to be honest, I think...”

“No. I'm gonna tell you why.” Cap stopped him before he could explain. “Because you don't talk to the women you're dating. You just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship with no idea how you got there or what to do when things start to go wrong.”

“Yeah. Who does that?” Eddie sarcastically laughed.

“My point is, breaking up is not inevitable. You can turn it around. You just have to make the effort. Talk to Y/n. Tell her how you're feeling. Find ways to reconnect.”

And that was the moment Buck realised he gotta do something. He’s never done anything to stop the women from his life leave. He never fought. It was their decision to leave and he never said a word. It wasn’t like he’ll force you to stay with him. It was more like showing you he wants you to stay by his side. He needs you to stay by his side.

So, he spent all night planning a grand gesture. He always wanted to do that, but he never felt like it was the perfect moment. Until now.

The day after his shift ended, he showed up on May’s doorstep. He had a little hint you’ve been crashing on her couch all week, and after a few texts exchanged with May, she tricked you into putting some nice clothes on and let her do your makeup. But she never said why.

The door bell rang, sending shivers down your spine. “Please answer that for me!” Athena’s daughter shouted from the bathroom, making you roll your eyes. What’s she up to?

When you saw Buck standing in the doorway with a beautiful bouquet with your favourite flowers gathered in his hands, your heart melted. He was the last person you’d expect to see. You didn’t think Buck would show up; he always gives you time to think and heal until you’re ready to go back to him. That’s how it’s always been.

"I'm sorry," Buck said, taking your hand in his. "I know we've been fighting a lot lately, but I want to make it work."

“I know, Buck. I want to make it work too.”

your eyes softened, and you could see the sincerity in his words.

"You trust me?" Buck whispered.

“Yeah?” your response was more a question than an affirmation when you saw him pulling out a scarf. He motioned and you turn around, letting him cover your eyes. He led you outside, hearing a car door open you realised he was taking you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you broke the silence a while after the car was rolling down the streets of LA. Hoping it was on the streets of LA.

“You said you trust me!” he chucked, turning right and left on the roads, as he entered the off-roads. “It’s a surprise, Y/n!”

When the car finally stopped and he helped you out and took off the blindfold, leaving you speechless. There was this giant hot air balloon, ready for you to wonder above Los Angles.

“Come on!” he smiled at your reaction, all you can do was nod and return his smile, feeling the anger and tension slowly dissipate in the air.

“I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. I should’ve texted you back. In my job there’s no such thing as ignoring a text. I did had the time to text you back, but I was stubborn. I don’t know why.” finally opening up to each other and sharing your fears and concerns after weeks of constant fighting and silence. It wasn't an easy conversation, but it was necessary.

“I want you to stay by my side. I need you. And I don’t want to give up on you. On us.”

“I’m not leaving you, Buckaroo. I promise!” you extended your pinky and waited for Buck to intervene with his.

“I love you!” he suddenly spoke, his words echoing through your mind. You knew he loves you, you’ve known for a while. His actions spoke louder than his words, but that night you decided to ignore everything your heart’s been telling you.

“I love you, Buck!” he smiled softly as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, sealing your lips together in desire, love, warmth and longing.

By the end of it, you both knew you wanted to be together and were willing to work on your relationship.

As the sun began to set, Buck held you close, refusing to ever let you go again. And you both knew you were going to be okay. It was the first step in a long journey, but you were in it together.

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i love my blog ☺️🤍

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lmao I just realized that out of every moot I’ve ever followed, I have to sometimes re-realize that “oh this is who that is” because they changed their username (Which isn’t a bad thing at all!!) or i forgot because i do.

I just then realized that well they would (maybe ofc) remember me because well im garfieldsladybird, I’ve never changed my username lmao like what? it was a really funny realization to me okie 😹🙏

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omg ‘chimney begins’ s2 e12; gosh the cinematic photography is crazy amazing. Like whoa. You watch it but you also know of what just happened to him and then when it gets to 30 minutes into the episode it does some really cool shots, parallels of his trama and what he has and is going through. Crazy awesomely awesomely cool!!

it’s right after this!! (i cant find a gif sadly)

[garfieldsladybird]

he was happy

eddie diaz one shot

poly!buddie x afab! reader

warnings: mentions of shannon diaz, mentions of pregnancy, afab reader, breakup/divorce, absent parenting kinda, poly relationship

Edmundo Diaz wasn’t made to be happy.

The same could be said for either of his partners but the events of Eddie’s life made it seem like he wasn’t made for happiness.

Before he met either of his partners, his life was filled with hate filled arguments with his ex-wife. It was filled with self deprecated thought of how the people in his life could do better.

Edmundo Diaz didn’t know what being truely happy was until his son opened his eyes for the first time.

It was a shory lived happiness but when Christopher opened his eyes, Eddie could’ve burst with happiness had Shannon not of interrupted it with her usual hatred filled comments.

Perhaps he deserved it. He did miss his son’s birth. He missed his anniversary. He missed both his sisters birthdays. He missed every important event in his life by running away to be in combat.

Edmundo Diaz only ran away because he was discontented with his life in Texas.

When Shannon ended the overextended relationship of theirs, Eddie was happy to take Chris and run away to Los Angeles.

Edmundo Diaz found his newfound happiness there.

Sure things with Buck were tense at first but all it took was a bomb for the two to quickly become friends.

He knew Buck was already in a relationship with you but he would always picture himself being welded into the cracks in your guys’ relationship. Maybe he’d be the final piece to hold it together.

Edmundo Diaz fell in love with you the moment you treated Chris like a normal kid.

Everyone would tend to baby his son but not you. You looked upon Chris as if he was your world and treated him with patience and respect. That night Chris had asked his dad if you were gonna stay around and it was the first time in a long time that Edmundo Diaz actually wanted someone to stay.

So here he is three years later, you in the middle of both him and Buck which your hands resting on your overextended stomach with a tired smile.

Edmundo Diaz finally knew the pain of having a real smile etched on his face.

He was happy.

[garfieldsladybird]

But you can always come back.

911 - 7x10//8x08

[garfieldsladybird]

this is such an unbelievable scene because there's two realizations happening simultaneously:

eddie is having the realization that he was never really alone through this whole ordeal and there has always been a we with him and buck.

while on the other hand, buck is having the realization that in the end he truly always just ends up back where he started. alone.

[garfieldsladybird]

you deserve good things even after you mess up. read it again if you have to.

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WHERE IS THE ANGST????? THE YEARNING???? THE LONGING???? i’m so tired of smut what do i have to do to get some decent angst or fluff??

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Summer Nights - James Potter

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Summary: Y/N and James Potter have been best friends since childhood. When Sirius and Remus decide to stay with him for the summer, James makes a pact to make it the most unforgettable one yet.

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You and James had known each other since the very beginning. Growing up in the house next door, you were each other's first friend, practically inseparable from the start. Your parents were close friends, wizards who had known each other even before you were born, and they would often joke that the two of you had been “partners in crime” from the time you could crawl. There were countless photos scattered around your house: a tiny James, his glasses too big for his face, helping you attempt your first levitation spell, or the two of you on your broomsticks, flying low and wobbling slightly as you raced across the yard.

But when it came time for Hogwarts, your paths diverged. James got his letter, of course, but for reasons your parents never fully explained, they decided you wouldn't go. They reassured you that it wasn’t a reflection on you or your abilities, but rather a decision to keep you safe, especially with the state of the wizarding world. Instead, they’d teach you magic themselves while you went to a regular Muggle school.

James tried everything to convince them otherwise, insisting he’d look after you and make sure you were never in danger. He promised he wouldn’t let you out of his sight, that he'd stand by your side through every lesson and defend you from anything Hogwarts could throw your way. While your parents found his offer adorable, they held firm. So, when September came, you stayed behind, and James went off to Hogwarts. Since then, the school year had always meant time apart, and you’d count down the days until the holidays and summers, waiting for him to come home.

But you never let the distance stop you from being close. You and James had an unbreakable bond, kept alive through a flurry of letters every term.

During the school year, those letters became everything. James would write about all the things he was sure you’d love: his new friends, his latest Quidditch achievements, the clever pranks he pulled off with Sirius, and the way Remus could calm down even the rowdiest moments. He sent stories of sneaking around the castle at midnight, stumbling upon Peeves the Poltergeist, and even daring detours to the Forbidden Forest. Every letter was filled with a whirlwind of adventures, and he’d end each one by telling you how much better it would all be if you were there to experience it with him.

You wrote back just as often, sharing every small detail of your life that he was missing. The mundane lessons, the Muggle friends who couldn’t know anything about magic, and the spells your parents taught you at home—magic that felt incomplete without being able to share it with him. You’d complain about how ordinary your school was in comparison, with no magic staircases or enchanted ceilings. In each letter, you’d tell him how much you longed to be there, side by side, where you belonged.

James would read your letters with a broad grin, practically glowing as he opened each one. He didn’t care how confused it made his friends when they caught him smiling like a maniac at breakfast, owl perched on his shoulder. He'd be quick to tell them, “Oh, it's just Y/N,” and go on about you until Sirius and Remus couldn’t help but be curious about this friend he adored so much but whom they’d never met.

As the end of the school year approached, his excitement reached new heights, because this time, he wasn’t just coming home to you; he was bringing his friends with him. He wrote letters counting down the days, telling you everything about how thrilled he was to finally introduce you to Sirius and Remus, and how he was sure you’d love them. The train ride back was filled with his chatter about you, barely giving his friends a chance to ask questions before he’d start rambling about how you were practically family to him.

And then, after what felt like forever, the last day of term finally arrived.

James could hardly keep himself in check. The moment he got home, he was already dashing down the lane toward your house, his friends scrambling to keep up. By the time he reached your door, his heart was racing, his hands fidgeting with anticipation as he knocked, practically bouncing on his feet. He could hear footsteps approaching, and he barely managed to hold still as the door opened.

The second he saw you, there was no holding back. You both leapt forward, and suddenly, you were in his arms, squeezing each other in a hug that held all the months and miles you’d spent apart. After a moment, you pulled back just enough to look at him, grinning as you took in his taller frame, the confidence in his smile. You raised an eyebrow and gave his arm an appraising squeeze.

“Quidditch really suits you, Potter,” you teased, laughing as he flexed under your hands.

“Glad you noticed,” he replied, playfully striking a pose as if to impress you. He was clearly showing off, but you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the easy familiarity slip right back into place.

Your gaze shifted, catching sight of the two boys standing behind him, watching you with curiosity. Your face lit up as you looked at them. “Oh, you must be Sirius and Remus! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

You didn’t hesitate, stepping forward and pulling each of them into a quick hug. Sirius was momentarily stunned, his cheeks tinged with surprise, and Remus’s reserved smile softened at the warm gesture. “It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N,” they both murmured in turn, caught a little off guard by your immediate warmth.

James beamed, practically radiating joy as he looked between you all. “So, want to come over and hang out?” he asked, as though he hadn’t already decided you would.

“Sure,” you replied with a grin, and soon you were all walking together back to the Potters’ house, James at your side, talking your ear off about everything and nothing at all.

When you arrived, he showed Sirius and Remus to their rooms, practically ushering them inside before taking your hand and pulling you up to his own room. Once inside, he flopped down on his bed, stretching out his arms toward you. “I’ve missed you too much,” he said, a boyish grin spreading across his face. “I need you right here. Come on!”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling as you climbed onto the bed, settling down with your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around you, familiar and comforting. For a moment, there was only a peaceful silence as you lay together, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath you.

Then, in a quiet voice, James whispered, “I wish you could go to Hogwarts with me. Every day. I just… I want to do this every night.”

You felt your heart sink a little as you looked up at him, seeing the longing in his eyes. You reached up and brushed a hand through his hair, giving him a soft smile. “I know, James,” you murmured, your voice gentle. “But it’s summer now. So, we’ll make every minute together count.”

His arms tightened around you, and in that moment, you knew he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight for even a second this summer. And somehow, that made all the distance during the school year melt away.

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After settling into the house, James, Sirius, Remus, and you all gathered in the Potters' cozy living room, a comforting mix of excitement and ease settling over the group. Remus, carrying a well-loved book in his hands, took a seat on the couch beside you. His attention drifted to the cover as he cracked it open, and your eyes lit up when you noticed the title.

“Oh! I love that book, what chapter are you on?” you said, unable to hide your enthusiasm.

Remus’s face brightened, a genuine look of surprise and excitement sparking in his eyes. “Oh I’ve already finished it once, it was just so good I had to read it again,” he admitted, blushing a bit out of embarrassment.

“It’s honestly brilliant,” you replied. “Every time I read it, I find something new. I swear, it just gets better each time.”

“I feel the same way,” Remus said, smiling warmly as the two of you sat on the couch and dove into a deep discussion about characters, themes, and every twist that left an impression on you both. He seemed thrilled to find someone who understood the magic of getting lost in a book.

While you and Remus talked, Sirius claimed an armchair nearby, sprawled across it with the casual elegance only Sirius Black could pull off. James, of course, settled down directly in front of you on the floor, his back leaning against your legs. Without a second thought, your fingers found their way to his hair, gently playing with his messy curls. James hummed in contentment, tilting his head slightly to let you reach even more of his hair, his voice relaxed as he launched into a conversation with Sirius about Quidditch plays and Gryffindor’s prospects for the House Cup.

The topics bounced between everyone, shifting every few minutes—James told stories of his latest Quidditch victories, Sirius cracked jokes that had everyone laughing, and Remus shared bits of wizarding lore you hadn’t yet learned, each of you listening with fascination.

Hours slipped away, and before you knew it, exhaustion set in. The cozy warmth of the room and the quiet companionship felt like a dream as one by one, you all began to drift off. James fell asleep first, his head resting comfortably on your lap, breathing slow and steady as your hand gently rested in his hair. Sirius had curled up in the armchair, his long legs dangling off one side, his face relaxed and peaceful. You leaned into Remus, both of you resting against each other, his head lightly tilted onto yours, his book still clutched in his hand.

As you closed your eyes, a contented feeling settled over you. This was only the beginning of the summer, and you had a feeling it was going to be one you’d never forget.

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[garfieldsladybird]

DEATH WISH LOVE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Buck never thought he could love someone like that. Especially not someone with the same death wish love as him.

Warning: Anxiety crisis, near-death experience, hospital, crying, ansgt.

Word count: 2.5K

a/n: My God, I can't believe it's taken me over a year to get back. I missed this place so much. It's been an intense, crazy year. I finally got my dream job at the best hospital in Latin America. I'm so happy, but at the same time it's demanded everything of me, working long shifts almost every day, but its the price I have to pay. I hope you like this one, it was based on the song Death Wish Love by Benson Boone, which as soon as I heard it I immediately imagined something with our dear Buck. I confess I thought I'd do something angsty, but I don't think I have that capacity, he already suffers so much that I just wanted him to have a happy ending this time.

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You were the new firefighter in 118, and also new to the city. In order to follow your dreams, you left your hometown with everyone and everything you knew. You craved for bigger things, you wanted the big city, you wanted Los Angeles.

The team welcomed you with open arms, which was unusual to you. You weren’t used to this or neither known by your affectionate gestures, but apparently everything was an excuse for a hug at the station. It was a bit hard to get used to all this affection, especially when you came from a place where you were always by yourself.

That was one of the main reasons you became a firefighter, you have walked through fire every single day of your life, why not make it your profession?

You were a source of curiosity between the team, always so quiet and so resistant to everyone's affection. It was hard to win you over. Especially because you had a rather difficult personality, you were fearless at work, you weren't afraid to go into the fire to save lives, you did it without thinking twice.

To Bobby you were a cause of concern, and sometimes the reason why he was having trouble sleeping. He knew this personality very well. It was the same one he had struggled for years to learn to deal with, the one he had to fight with so many times, he was very familiar with this death wish love, it was the same as Buck’s.

The blue-eyed man on the other side, couldn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off you. Ever since you arrived a few months ago, your image has been running through Buck’s mind. You've become a challenge for him. But not in a bad way, he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to understand you. But you didn't make things any easier for him, especially when today was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

"You're drooling" he snapped back to reality when he heard Eddie mocking next to him.

"Shut up" Buck said, turning his gaze back to you playing with his niece.

You had a beauty he couldn't explain, an angelic one. You had this steely gaze and looking at you felt like suicide. He would fall to his knees if you asked him to. How could someone so delicate also be so dangerous?

The way you were reluctant to follow Bobby's orders, you'd walk into the fire without a second thought. You would take risks without thinking about your own safety, just thinking about everyone else. He saw how hard you worked, he saw how mad Bobby got when he ordered the building to be evacuated and you were always the last one to leave. You were intriguing and he was fascinated.

It was so strange for you. Being in Maddie's living room, with everyone gathered together like a big family, laughing and telling funny stories. The team met once a week, with all the families together, the children running around the living room, the smell of food in the air, the voices, the laughter.

You accepted the invitation after a few months of refusing, and now you spent the week looking forward to the moment when you would be together again.

Sometimes when you got home from a meeting, you cried. You cried because you never had that, you never had anyone who cared about you. You were an unexpected pregnancy, your parents didn't planned you, they didn't want you and that was never a secret to anyone.

And that's why you were surprised when one day you arrived early at the station and Hen had a cake for you that you had once said reminded of what your grandmother used to bake.

Or when another one Eddie handed you a drawing that Chris made specifically for you. Of the two of you playing together.

Or when Maddie sent you, through Chim, the cookies you said you loved one day while you were having coffee together.

Or when Bobby invited you to have lunch with him and Athena on a Sunday ‘cause he knew you were going to do it alone.

Or when Buck gave you a book he'd heard you say was your favorite during a conversation.

*

It was mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Your hands were shaking, your heart pounding. The words your father had once spoken echoed in your mind. "You will never be loved". But you were at a table with 118's entire family, and you felt loved. Maddie told you about the gossip from her work. Karen hugged you from the side every time you passed by her. Hen included you in every conversation. Athena calmly answered all the questions you were curious about her work. So why did you feel like an imposter? Why was your father's voice echoing inside your head? Why were you on the verge of an anxiety attack?

"I'll be right back" you muttered to the girls, but you realized how shaky your voice sounded. You were pathetic.

You barely made it to the bathroom, your legs buckled and you sat down in the corner of the room. You could hardly breathe, it was hard to pull in the air. Tears streamed down your face. Your heart was racing. Your hands were shaking.

You heard your voice being called from outside. Damn. You couldn't calm down, your hand was on your chest as if it could make the pain go away.

"Hey, hey. I'm here. Calm down, I’ve got you" it was Buck.

His voice was just a whisper in your ear. You let a sob escape your lips. Pathetic. You felt his arms around you, until you were all wrapped up in his arms. Why was he doing that? Why did he care?

He stayed there until you stopped crying. You were still in his arms, and it was so warm, so safe. Sighs came from your lips, and you couldn't imagine what a mess Buck's head and heart were in. He wanted you in his arms, not just now.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, so you stayed.

"You don't have to talk about what's going on in there, but the day you feel like you need a hug to cry into, you've got mine" your eyes filled with tears again. "And don't ever apologize for it"

*

The smiles on your lips were becoming constant. And it was Buck's favorite image. You were letting people through your armor, you were letting your guard down, and it felt good. You now baked pies and cakes for the station on your days off, recipes learned from the girls after a few long afternoons of chatting and coffee.

Your laughter was contagious, and the boys would always crack little jokes to get them out of you.

Your eyes were now looking out for a pair of blue ones, all the time, everywhere. Eyes that were always looking back at you. Your hands were always looking for an excuse to bump into Buck's, just to feel that shiver run down your spine every time. And he would find any reason to text you, until the excuses became routine. You woke up every day with a good morning message and went to bed with a good night one. The little touches now became big gestures, Buck loved to brush your hair out of your face and tuck them behind your ear. And you loved to run your hand over the birthmark above his eye. You loved when his warm lips traveled up your neck to your lips. You loved when his hands ran over your body always so slowly and so gently, bringing goosebumps wherever they went. You loved making love with him. How he worshiped your body, how much he worshiped you. The way he made you feel loved.

You had a hold on Buck, and you didn't even know it. He had become attached to you, attached to the idea of having you by his side. The nights with you were the ones he could truly rest in, the mornings where he woke up to your soft kisses on his face, were the ones he would keep forever in his mind.

But he could feel that you were still resisting his feelings, and he was terrified of losing you. Buck was in love with you. It took months for him to realize that, but he did it. He loved you.

But one thing has never changed. And as Buck followed the loud murmurs coming from Bobby’s office, where he knew you were at, he kept in mind the danger you were in at every call. He couldn't lose you.

"Hey, what happe-" he couldn't finish the sentence when he saw you walking out the door, since you brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder, without even looking him in the face.

Buck made his way to the room, where he saw his captain wiping his hands across his face, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"She'll end up dead if she keep acting like this, Buck"

"I know"

"After the last call, if she doesn't change her behavior, I'll be forced to suspend her."

"I know."

Buck couldn't lose you.

You couldn't talk to Buck yet, you were so nervous after your conversation with Bobby. You were trying your best, how could he tell you that you had a death wish love? You were saving lives, and it didn't matter if it cost you your own. You didn't care.

A new call ecoed through the station. It was something big. A fire in a shed. People were working at the time, so there were many likely victims. You were anxious, just as you were before any call, but you were ready for it. You were born ready.

"Be careful," Buck told you before you got off the truck and you nodded. You were always careful "I love you"

You turned surprised to Buck, you'd never said that to each other before. It disconcerted you.

"Buck, I-"

Before you could say anything, you heard Bobby calling you to give instructions and you had to run.

I love you.

The words echoed in your head as you entered the burning building. No one had ever said that to you. You didn't even know the weight those words carried.

"Sir, follow this path and the fireman will take you to the exit."

It was so hot. You'd already lost count of how many people you'd pulled out of the line of fire. Your head was heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Evacuate the building now," you could hear Cap saying over the radio. Everyone agreed and gave their location. You were about to respond when you heard something.

It was a call for help.

You could have sworn it was a call for help.

"Captain, I'm in the east side, I hear someone screaming for help. I'm close, I can get them out"

"Negative, the building will collapse at any moment. Get out immediately"

Your vision was blurred.

I love you.

You couldn't go out and leave those people to die, so you went ahead. The way to the door was difficult, there was a lot of rubble, and when you opened it, you froze in place.

It was empty. The fire danced in front of you, mocking you. But the cries for help... you've never been so wrong before.

I love you.

“It’s empty” you murmured at the radio.

Bobby was shouting your name from the other end of the radio. You turned around, but it was so hard to breathe. You tried to find your way back, but everything was spinning. Buck was now calling your name.

I love you.

His words were running through your head. Your steps were now slow. The way out, you couldn't find the way out. You could hear the fire laughing at you. Stupid. Pathetic. You heard an explosion behind you, and it threw you off balance, bringing you to the ground. You'd been walking through fire all your life, and now it would finally take its place back. Your siren buzzed in your ears. That would be the end of you.

I love you too, Buck.

The moment Buck came out of the building and didn't see you outside, he tried to go back. But hands held him in place.

This couldn't be happening. No, no.

Bobby called your name on the radio and you didn't answer. It's empty. That was the last answer they got. You weren't answering. An explosion. On the east side, where you were.

Buck's knees gave way, and he went down. All eyes were on the exit of the building waiting for you, waiting for a miracle. But it never came.

Buck screamed, and he would scream until his lungs gave up.

Time seemed to stop. Buck's screams were the only noise to be heard. And another explosion. Tears rolled down trough some faces. No one could believe it. This couldn't be happening.

Buck couldn't lose you like this.

"We found her" some voice echoed over the radio.

Buck's heart could stop any second now.

But the building was collapsing.

He broke free from his friends and ran into the building, dodging all the fallen and burnt obstacles, and he saw you. You were in the arms of a fireman. He ran up to you and carried you out of the building. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the building collapsed. Buck held you in his arms with all his strength and ran, feeling the debris fly past you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" was the first thing that came out of your lips when he put you on the stretcher and he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours.

Buck analyzed each of your wounds alongside Hen and Chim and you could see the tears streaming down Buck's face, the ones that were also streaming down your own.

You were still struggling to breathe, every inch of your body ached, and you felt on the verge of losing consciousness. Until you succumbed to the darkness that was calling your name.

*

You woke up a few hours later in hospital. Your hands were being squeezed and you could feel something wet running down over them. Tears.

Buck had his face in your hands, he had never felt so afraid before. And when he heard your voice calling him, it was as if he could finally breathe.

"I'm sorry, Buck, I-I don't know what happened-"

"I almost lost you today"

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You did this to him, your recklessness, your impulsive behavior. It was your fault.

"I'm sorry"

Tears were now streaming down your face and he moved closer, running his hands gently down your cheeks.

"I was terrified of losing you. I'd die if I do."

"I would never leave you"

"Promise?"

"I love you, Buck. And I'll love you to death"

"Please don't let it be soon"

You smiled. No one had ever loved you like that.

"It won't."

[garfieldsladybird]

Can you do a buck x reader where the reader and buck are married but she gets amnesia and only doesn't remember buck and their relationship. But it ends with fluff

where’s my mind?

pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

summary: you wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by your family and friends, but amnesia took away the memory of your husband, what’s Buck gonna do?

word count: 2,1k

author’s note: thanks to an anon for this request, I hope you all enjoy it, because I definitely had fun writing it 🫧 p.s. requests are open

“Yes baby, I will be home in 10 minutes, just had to stop at a gas station otherwise I wouldn’t make it.” — you say over the phone and sigh. Your day was long enough, of course it couldn’t end well, something had to make it a bit longer.

“Okay love, be safe.” — you hear Buck’s voice and smile. Who would have thought that after four years of dating – you can finally call this man your husband? The past three months of being married were so wonderful, you had everything you dreamed of. “I love you.”

“I love you too, see you soon!” — you smiled again and hung up the phone.

Well, this gas station definitely looks a bit shady, but it was the only one near and you really needed to get some gas.

It was 11 p.m., streets are getting emptier, and flashlights are the only source of seeing something in this darkness. You felt shivers down your spine and thought that it’s time to go home, you didn’t like this place.

Your hand reaches for the car door to get into the driver's seat. But this never happens. Instead, you feel a blow to your head so hard that the only thing you remember is falling to the ground and darkness. If someone got a reward for the most unfortunate end of the day, you would get it today.

Next thing you know, you wake up in a hospital and you try to properly open your eyes, but the light in the hospital is so bright that you squint for the first few minutes. You feel someone is sitting next to you and you turn your head in their direction. It was Maddie.

“Maddie? W-what happened?” — you finally speak and don’t recognize your voice. The voice is so hoarse, quiet and low.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re finally awake.” — Maddie said with a smile. “Don’t worry, you’re fine now, you got attacked at a gas station and had a concussion.” — she took your hand and squeezed it. “I’m gonna tell Buck you’re awake, he just left to buy some coffee. He will be so happy.” — one more smile from her and she left your room.

“Buck? Who’s that?” — you think to yourself and get confused. “Maybe it’s a doctor or something.”

A man runs into your room with a relieved look on his face. You assumed it was Buck. But you really can’t remember his face. Maybe it’s Maddie’s friend or a doctor she knows, she's a former nurse after all.

“Hi baby, I’m so glad you’re awake.” — he rushed to sit next to your bed, took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on it. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but do I know you? I can’t remember if I ever saw you.” — the confusion is written on your face, you furrowed your brows and looked at him.

But Buck just laughed and smiled at you. You always liked to call him “sir” to tease him. He had no idea why you did that, but he secretly liked it, it made you look cocky.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, but I’m getting quite uncomfortable by my hand being kissed by a stranger. You better explain.” — you said that and pulled your hand out of his. Why does he think that he has some privilege to do that?

Then Buck realized. You don’t remember him. He felt like his world fell apart in one second. Everything they had been building for almost 5 years just disappeared. Your eyes were saying everything. There’s no love, affection and fondness in them. You didn’t look at him like he was the most important person in your life anymore.

“Maddie, can you explain? This man seems too stunned to speak.” — you said annoyingly, because no one gives any answers.

“(Y/N), I’m Buck, your husband.” — he said with so much pain that for a moment you thought that it’s you who’s acting stupid.

You couldn't lose your memory like that, could you? You remember everyone except your husband. Oh god, you're married, you probably have a house together, lots of plans for the future, but you don't remember anything.

Your head starts to hurt a lot from all the information that doesn't seem real. You look at Maddie and you see that tears are starting to form in her eyes. You see Hen standing outside the door of the room and talking to the doctor. The saddest look you've ever seen is on her face. Everyone remembers everything, why can't you remember?

The doctor comes into your room and gives you a little smile. This smile didn’t say "it's good that you woke up", this smile said "hang on, you have a lot of surprises ahead."

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Buckley, I have some news that I need to share. (Y/N) experienced a severe blow to the head, which led to dissociative amnesia, due to which she may forget something or someone specific in her life.” — so it’s true, you did forget your husband. How long have you two been together? How many good memories did you forget?

“What can we do?” — Buck said, pursing his lips. He took your hand again and squeezed it. This news shocked him, he wasn't ready for it, but he knows for sure that he is ready to do everything in his power to make you remember him.

“The best thing you can all do is put her in the environment where she has been for the last 5 years. Guide her slowly and carefully tell her the events she has forgotten. Memories can come in flashes and this is normal, it means that she remembers and after a while she will remember everything. But I must warn you that there is a chance that she will not remember anything.” — the doctor said and gave Buck a soft look. Unfortunately, he has to deal with many cases of amnesia and the hardest thing is to see the patient's family and know that they don't have the slightest idea what to do next. “Now, if you excuse me, I need to check on another patient.”

There is a chance that she will not remember anything. These words ring in Buck's head. What if she really doesn't remember anything? Would he have to win her love all over again? Would he have to propose to her again? Will they have to build everything again for another 5 years?

2 months later

The door opens. You came back from grocery shopping. Apparently, this is the house that you and Buck moved into after your wedding. Home sweet home, only you don't feel at home. You remember that you lived alone, there wasn't even a man on the horizon that you liked, turns out you're already married.

Buck is very sweet, he hasn't left your side for a second since you woke up. He showed you pictures of you together. Here you are at Bobby's birthday party, here you saw Jee for the first time, here you are at Chim and Maddie’s hospital wedding, here you are spending a free day at the beach. And you could remember those events, but you don't remember living them with Buck.

Yesterday Buck told you that you were supposed to fly to Europe together for the first time in 2 weeks. It's been your dream all your life and Buck was happy to make it a reality. He was happy to share memories with you that would keep you both warm in the future. But the trip will have to be canceled, because he doesn't want to overwhelm you.

“I know it’s a lot and you probably want to run away, but listen, I’m here if you need me. I know you don’t remember me, but I remember everything and my love will be enough for both of us for now.” — Buck put the bags on the floor and came over to you. He stopped in front of you and didn't know how to behave. He wanted to kiss you, but would it be too much? He wanted to hug you, but wouldn't that scare you off?

Seeing how he hesitated, you hugged him yourself. You hugged him to you as hard as you could. The thing is, you were very scared. But Buck instilled a sense of security, he was your safe place. You didn't remember him, but your body remembered exactly how to react to him. And you trusted that instinct.

So far, you have agreed to sleep in separate bedrooms. You didn't want to rush things, and he didn't want to push you. So when night fell, you said goodnight to each other and went to your rooms.

You lay down on the bed and put your head on the pillow, it smelled like Buck. His cologne, his shower gel, the whole room seemed to be filled with him. You looked at the bedside table and saw a photo of you together. So happy and beautiful, in the photo you were somewhere in the park.

“I promise I will remember you. For us.” — you said quietly to yourself and fell asleep.

It was a beautiful sunny day. You look at yourself in the mirror and you're wearing an amazing wedding dress. Your hair, makeup, jewelry — all this made you feel like a princess.

“Athena, I’m so nervous, I don't think I will remember my vows.” — you turned around to Athena while she was preparing your veil.

“(Y/N), you and Buck have been preparing for this wedding for six months, if something goes wrong, it will definitely be Chim that got into some shit again.” — she laughed and took your hand.

“Listen, don't memorize your vows, speak from the heart. Remember how he makes you feel, remember his every look and touch, remember how he looks at you. And don't forget to add his nickname at the end. What do you always call him?” — Athena looked into your eyes and smiled. She knew for sure that your vows would be perfect.

“Light of my life.”

You woke up and were breathing heavily. It was a flashback from your wedding. Of course, you always called him "light of my life." Because he saved you from the darkest stage of your life.

You had your favorite white tulips at the wedding. Buck wanted everyone to come in colorful outfits, but you insisted on a dress code. And the cake ended up being 5 times bigger than you expected, so at the end of the day you handed it out to each guest, so they could eat it at home.

You remembered. Panic began to take over your whole body. Or is it just your love for your husband has returned and your body is responding to it?

You lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and hurried to the room where Buck sleeps. But he wasn't sleeping, you saw the light in his room and opened the door.

“Buck…” — you whispered and felt tears on your cheeks.

“Hey. Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” — Buck saw how panicked you were and rushed to stand next to you. He put his hands on your shoulders and looked into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“Light of my life.”

He froze. Did you remember? Or is he dreaming? He didn’t want to move to not scare the reality. He just wanted to stay in this moment.

“You don't like oranges, so we immediately told the pastry chef not to offer us cakes with oranges. You really want children, so on our second date we started choosing names for our children. When you were struck by lightning, you pretended to be a Flash for 3 months, and when I dyed my hair and didn't tell you about it, you started calling me because you didn't recognize me, even though I was standing next to you the whole time.” — you started rattling off the facts of your relationship quickly, as if you were afraid to forget, but you remembered everything.

You saw the tears in Buck's eyes and started crying even harder. You couldn't even imagine what he was going through these two months while you didn't remember anything.

“I knew you would remember.” — he said and had the biggest smile on his face. “C-can I kiss you?”

“Please.” — you said it and pulled him to you for a kiss. So desirable for both of you.

“Don’t cancel Europe, we need more memories.”

Buck just laughed, picked you up and carried you to the bed. It's going to be a long night.

[garfieldsladybird]

Giving it back to you

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Summary: After Eddie forgot something at your place you decide to drive to the 118 to bring it back to him even though his friends haven't met you yet.

Word Count: 880

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Eddie Diaz fanfic, I hope you enjoy it.

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It was early in the morning when you were woken up by Eddie giving you a kiss on the cheek. You and Eddie have been dating for a few weeks now and are really happy together. Yesterday Eddie came to your apartment after work and surprised you while Buck was taking care of Christopher. You haven’t met his friends or Chris yet, but Eddie told you that he plans for you to meet them soon.

You and Eddie stayed in bed cuddling for a few more minutes until his timer went off. You let out a groan and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, mi amor, but I have to get up now.” Eddie said while gently drawing circles on your back.

“Just five more minutes, please.” You said, he smiled at you and pulled you closer to him. After five minutes you understood that he really had to go now, even though you were sad that he was leaving. When he stood at your apartment door, you hugged him one more time and Eddie pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Do we see us after your shift?” You asked while holding his hand.

“Of course.” He said with a smile.

“Be safe.” You told him before he left the apartment. When Eddie leaves or when you know he is at work you’re always so worried about him, even though he has told you that he will always take good care of himself.

There was still time before you had to go to work, so you took a shower, had breakfast and then you decided to watch something on the TV in your room. As you entered your room, you noticed something laying on the floor. It looked like one of your necklaces, but when you got closer you saw that it was Eddie’s St. Christopher medallion. You picked it up from the floor and held it in your hand, looking at it with a smile. When a thought suddenly popped into your mind. It means so much to Eddie and he's probably looking for it. You put your shoes on and decided to drive to the station and bring it back to Eddie.

After a short drive you parked your car outside of the 118. You were nervous because you have never been there before and never even met the others. Even though you already know a lot about them based on the stories Eddie told you. When you walked into the station you noticed that the fire truck is here which means Eddie should be here as well. You couldn’t see him, but when you walked further into the station you saw a young, friendly looking guy walking towards you.

“Hey, can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Eddie Diaz.” You said nervously.

“He's upstairs, you can come with me.” He said and walked over to the stairs.

When you reached the top of the stairs you followed him into the kitchen where everyone was. You looked around and saw Eddie talking to someone. You noticed the guy he was talking to, it’s Buck.

“Eddie here is someone for you.” He said, Eddie turned around and was surprised when he saw you.

“Mi amor, you okay?” Eddie asked in a worried tone as he walked closer to you. You could see that the others were confused at first but then started to smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Eddie.” You said and Eddie reached for your hand.

“I found something in my apartment and because I know how much it means to you I thought I'd quickly bring it back to you before I go to work.” You explained, opened your bag and pulled out his St. Christopher medallion. You handed it to Eddie, who began to smile.

“Thank you. I was already looking for it.” He said and you smiled at him. He wanted to pull you into a kiss, but when you remembered that all his friends were here you started to blush.

“Oh, who do we have here.” one of Eddie's colleagues said as he entered the room.

“Chim, this is Y/N my girlfriend.” Eddie announced and then began introducing you to all of his colleagues and friends.

“And you must be Buck.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah that’s me.”

“It’s great to finally meet you, Eddie has told me a lot about you.”

“I hope only good things.” Buck said and everyone started to chuckle.

“Of course, don’t worry.” You giggled and then looked at the clock.

“It was really nice meeting you all, but I have to go to work now.” You told the others and then looked back at Eddie. They all understood and before saying goodbye you all agreed that you would meet again soon. Eddie walked downstairs with you and when you reached your car, he finally kissed you again.

“I know you didn't want me to meet your friends like this, but when I found your St. Christopher medallion I had to bring it to you.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry. Actually, I’m really glad you came here today.” He said and pulled you into a hug. When you pulled away, you smiled at each other and said goodbye to each other.

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I'm Scared

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, based on an anon request, I really had fun with this one and I hope you will all like it.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: All Hell breaks loose when, while on a call, a bomb blows up the fire truck and Eddie's wife ends up becoming trapped beneath it. And the team have to fight to get her out.

(I'm hoping to make a second part for this)

Enjoy.

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A shiver rattled down (Y/n)'s spine and sent goosebumps rising up on her skin when she heard the shower door open. For a brief moment, her arms bound around her chest but when she whipped around to look behind her, she sighed.

It wasn't just anyone on the team wandering in or opening the door by mistake. It wasn't someone trying to sneak a glance at her undressed and trying to clean up ready for their next call out.

It was her husband.

"What are you doing?" (Y/n) took a step closer to the wall and pressed her lips together tightly to smother any noise she might make when Eddie walked in to join her. She was relieved when he shut the door so the draft finally stopped and the water created another aroma of steam to circle around them.

She let her hands drop from around her chest and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist.

"Joining you." Eddie tucked his face into (Y/n)'s neck and pressed his lips against her wet, burning skin. He felt the water drip down and flatten his hair and when it traced down the bridge of his nose and fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

He tightened his arms and pushed forward when (Y/n) groaned as if she might just have the willpower to fight him off and tell him to get out. He knew she wouldn't. He grinned into her neck when she seemed to melt against him instead of push him away.

They were at work. They were on shift.

This happened to be the first time (Y/n) had found Eddie wandering in to take a shower with her while they were at work. He had never been this sneaky before. Usually they were affectionate when their shifts lined up and they worked together, but this was different. This was breaking the rules and testing to see if they got caught or not. (Y/n) didn't want to get caught out.

Bobby wouldn't go easy on them if he found out they were doing this. Buck would flip out. Hen would never let them live this down and Chimney would probably die of embarrassment for them.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Eddie's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"You shouldn't be in here… go next door." (Y/n) motioned her hand to the right to signal any other cubicle. There were four shower blocks in here, Eddie needed to go into one of them and get washed.

If they were gone for a while at the same time, people were going to notice they were missing and if anyone came in here and found them, they would get disciplined. It wasn't within the rules to take a shower together or cop off while they were still on shift.

"You want me to be lonely?"

"Eddie…" (Y/n) tilted her head back when Eddie moved his lips down and started to bite another mark onto her skin. If it wasn't bad enough that he was taking the risk to be in here, he was also marking her up and if people noticed, they would know what they'd done. "You want us to get reprimanded?" She countered, but her words did very little to persuade him otherwise.

She took her time turning around in his arms and her hands traced down to his chest to try and nudge him backwards. If he was going to do this, she would get out with him. (Y/n) would cut her shower short and get out if it stopped Eddie from becoming insatiable like this.

"No one knows you came for a shower. Just let me have five minutes with you, amor. Please? No fun and games, I swear." Eddie dug his fingertips into her hips and pushed her back until her back hit the tiles and she gasped.

They were like ice cubes sticking to her burning skin and the mix of hot and cold made her shake until Eddie tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together.

He just wanted five minutes alone with his wife. They had pulled a double shift and they were still here at the station. Eddie wanted a few minutes alone with his wife before they had to go back on shift and be somewhat professional. He wasn't asking to risk getting caught or risk having sex in the shower and get carried away. He just wanted to be as close as he could to (Y/n) for a little while. Just a few minutes.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten while she reached her hands up to cup the back of his neck.

"Five minutes." She warned, keeping her fingertips pressed against his skin as she pulled him down to her level and connected his lips onto hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Eddie growled and pulled her chest up against his.

He cocooned both arms around her waist and splayed his hands out on her back, gliding his fingertips up and down her skin while his temple pressed into hers. He kept her pressed back against the wall and closed his eyes, leaning his chest down onto hers so they were as close as they could possibly get.

This was all Eddie wanted. He just wanted to hold her. He could restrain himself and stop from dragging this moment out into an hour-long shower where people really would notice they'd gone missing. Eddie had self-control and he could handle just holding her and not taking it any further.

When (Y/n) moved her hand up higher and began dragging her fingers through his wet hair, she felt him groan into her lips and his hands pressed down firmer into her back. Her nails scratched against his scalp and she gave a sharp tug on his roots before Eddie disconnected their lips and moved back down to attach to her neck.

He kept his face tucked into the crook of her neck, eyes still closed and lips floating across her skin with a more gentle touch this time. He didn't bite down or attempt to leave anymore marks, he just glided his lips up and down her neck until (Y/n) was reduced to a shivering mess.

He worked his way back up to her face and connected their lips but they both froze when they heard the shower room door open.

"Eddie…" She murmured as quietly as she could against his lips but he shook his head and pressed his lips back to hers as if to make sure she stayed silent.

He kept their noses touching and their eyes locked as he leaned down and moved slowly. His hands wormed their way down her back so one hand was in between her hips and the other gripped the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertips pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she pressed her lips together when he slowly hoisted her up.

Her shoulders stayed pressed against the tiles and Eddie pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso. At least this way, if whoever came in happened to look down at their cubicle, they would only see one pair of legs and not two.

"Eddie?"

It was Buck. They both heard his footsteps pause and it sounded like he stopped in the doorway to the showers. He wouldn't want to come marching in and have a conversation when Eddie was in the shower.

"Yeah?"

"Bell's gone; we got a call."

Damn. He had barely gotten in the shower and he was already going to have to scramble out and hurry to get dressed again. At least (Y/n) had had a bit longer in here before the bell went. They had only been back at the station from their last call for about half an hour, if that.

"Alright, I'm coming."

As soon as the shower door slammed closed, Eddie slumped his head back down onto (Y/n)'s shoulder and sighed. He pulled her chest tighter against his and gave her thigh a squeeze. They would have to get out now.

"That's our cue." (Y/n) murmured softly into Eddie's hair and she untangled her fingers at the back of his neck. Waiting for him to ease her down to her feet again so they could go get ready to roll out again.

She felt his hand tighten around her thigh and he slowly pulled back and allowed (Y/n) to drop back down to her feet so he wasn't holding her on his hips anymore.

"Promise me we can pick this back up when we get home." He murmured into her neck as (Y/n) turned the shower off and a soft grin spread across her features.

(Y/n) tilted her head back and pressed a kiss against Eddie's cheek when she felt his hands on her hips as he walked up behind her. She felt him squeeze her hips and peck her temple before he weaved around her and made his way over to the ambulance.

Hen and Chimney were the main medics, but Eddie had taken up a helping hand as a medic during most of the shift and that earned him a spot in the ambulance alongside Hen today.

His eyes flashed behind him and looked over at his wife, casting a smile in her direction before he climbed into the passenger seat of the ambulance.

(Y/n) watched him climb in while she whipped the helmet from her head and took off her overcoat, stuffing them into the compartment alongside Buck. Her eyes cast down to the name at the bottom of her overcoat and it made her smile. The jacket was newer than everyone else's because when they got married, (Y/n) got to get a new jacket with her name on the back, and a new sticker on her helmet that said Diaz too.

She moved to the side as Buck and Chimney climbed in the back of the truck which left (Y/n) to ride shotgun with Thompson who was making up their shift today while Bobby was off.

Her head tilted to lean against the window, looking out at the passing scenery as they began their journey back to the station, following the ambulance. She loved how the buildings looked different at night. Illuminated with bright lights and golden orange glows of indoor lamps and the headlights of flashing cars passing in the other direction.

(Y/n) closed her eyes for a few moments and let the memory of this afternoon with Eddie flash across her mind. She couldn't wait for their shifts to finish so they could go home.

She crossed her legs and started to tap her foot against the dashboard in front of her while the truck headed down the street.

"Not long now and we get released at midnight." Buck's words made (Y/n) smile and she nodded when she looked down at the radio and noticed the time. Three more hours and she and Eddie could go home and spend three days off together with Chris. She was on countdown.

"Fuck!"

(Y/n) wasn't sure who shouted. She barely turned her head to the left before blinding headlights was all she could see and an awful bang made her eardrums burst and pop.

The truck had never moved with such power and vigor before. (Y/n) had never known the wheels of the truck to leave the floor. A deep rumbling vibrated from the very end of the truck right beneath it to the front engine and the magnitude of the explosion sent the rear flying up into the air.

Both (Y/n)'s hands thrashed to try and grab the dashboard, needing something to steady herself and push herself down in her seat, but there was nothing to hold on to.

A violent scream left her lips, mingling in with the sound of her team all crying out in confusion and blaring panic. Her body propelled forward as the truck seemed to lift in the air before changing positions. It fell onto it's side like a beast that had been shot down in motion. The momentum kept them scraping across the road at full pelt and sent the team tumbling inside the truck.

(Y/n)'s arms spread out like wings in front of her, but she stopped breathing when her body pummelled to the right and was thrust out the open window as if an invisible force her shoved her. The moment her body collided with the floor, every noise turned to white static in her ears and her brain switched off.

"Oh God!" Hen slammed on the breaks, her eyes glued to the wing mirror on her left that showed sparks flying from the underside of the truck that was now skidding across the road on its side. She watched with utter terror crawling through her body as it came to a stop in the middle of the intersection. Passing cars and people all abruptly stopping, no one knowing what to do.

When she looked to the side, her lips curved into a wobbling frown as she watched the anguish flood Eddie's face. His hands were gripping the dashboard and the handle above the door like it was them who had been skidding across the floor. But then it dawned on her.

(Y/n).

It wasn't just their team in that truck; Eddie's wife was in there too.

"Was- was that…"

"A bomb. Call for backup now!" Eddie clambered down from the ambulance before Hen had time to respond or tell him to wait. He had to find (Y/n).

His boots hit the floor with vigor and he veered to the back of the ambulance, flinging the doors open carelessly so he could find a medic bag.

Once one was in hand, he set off into a pelting run, skidding across the concrete to try and get close to the truck that he had never seen laid on its side like that before. He was glad it wasn't on fire. If the engine caught fire then it would be extremely hard to get anyone out safely and timely before the whole thing went up in flames.

Eddie's heart hammered away in his chest and felt like it was simultaneously climbing up into his throat when he pelted towards the truck.

Everyone had been tossed out. He could see their team members scattered about the road like they had been picked up and strewn about carelessly. His eyes roamed across them all, trying to decipher who was who so he could find (Y/n).

He spotted Buck first. His friend was coughing and spluttering, doing his best to roll over onto his front so he could try and push himself up onto his knees. He saw Chimney leaning against the back of the truck to get himself to his feet, and he saw Thompson scrambling away from the driver's seat through the broken windshield to get out.

His eyes found his wife last.

There she was. Laid on her front, one cheek meshed into the floor, both arms stretched out in front of her. Legs sprawled out behind her in a way that made Eddie sure she had been tossed out the window during the crash.

"(Y/n)!" Her name fell from his lips what felt like fifty times as he stormed over towards her.

She wasn't moving. at least, Eddie thought she wasn't moving. The closer he got, the more worried he started to feel when he realised she wasn't trying to crawl away, but once he was within range, he heard her.

She was sobbing.

He crashed down to his knees, feeling the concrete digging into his knees through his trousers as he dumped the medic bag beside him in favour of reaching out for his wife. Each breath Eddie took started to run away without him until his chest was heaving and rapidly rising and falling while he gasped and choked for air.

His eyes scanned her frame, checking for injuries, but the ones he found made his heart sever and drop down to the pit of his stomach.

Her leg was pinned. She had the entire weight of the fire truck crushing her right leg, pinning it to the floor. The corner of the truck near the windscreen and the passenger door was jammed down into her leg. Now Eddie could see why she hadn't moved; she wasn't able to get away.

A jolt ran through Eddie when he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s hands clamping down on his thighs, digging in so much that he was sure she was imbedding her nails into his skin. Not that it mattered at all.

Both her hands started to shake from how badly she clenched her fingers into Eddie's thighs as he knelt in front of her.

Tears streamed down her face and horrid panting breaths left (Y/n)'s lips as she tried to look up at him through floodwaves. She sniffed and gasped, blinking her bleary eyes to try and look up at him, but she could barely move her head. Her right cheek was pressed down into the floor and it felt like she had melted into the concrete.

She went to say his name, but all that came out was a gut-wrenching sob that seemed to morph into a scream at the end.

"It's okay, shh I've got you."

The feeling of Eddie's hand shakily brushing across her cheek and down to her neck made (Y/n) feel momentairely blinded. And she tried to melt into the touch to see if it would make her feel any better. She realised his fingers were pressing into her neck so he could check her pulse, but she leaned into the touch anyway.

When both Eddie's hands moved to her face and carefully helped her lift her head from the road, (Y/n) felt better. She felt relieved that her face wasn't glued to the floor like she imagined it would be. It was good to have her burning cheek away from the floor that had cut into her face.

Eddie managed to mask the heartache from his expression when he looked down at his wife. There was a cut to her temple and a searing graze on the right side of her face, down her cheek to her chin from where she had scraped the floor. Her hair was coming loose and fanning around her face and she was trembling horribly.

Both arms were shuddering against his lap where she was trying to cling to him and prevent him from leaving; as if he would leave her for a moment.

"E-Eddie, p… please," The words wouldn't form properly, but (Y/n) tried to pull on his thighs and use him as a boulder to pull herself away from the truck. She needed to get away from the engine. They didn't know what caused the explosion or if it would happen again.

"No! No, baby stay still for me."

"Why?" (Y/n) leaned her cheek into his hand and closed her eyes when the shaking got worse. "Hurts, e-everything hurts."

A choked moan left her lips that was followed by a scream when an awful shockwave rattled through her. It felt like her legs had been snapped in half. Her back was aching and her abdomen was pulsing from where she had landed roughly on the floor. And she was sure she could feel glass imbedded into various areas of her skin.

She needed to move and get away. She had to get help.

"You stay right there for me, baby okay? I need to get you prepped before we move you." When Eddie looked over his shoulder, he noticed Chimney was up and on the radio trying to ask for back up. While Hen was stood to one side with Buck and a few other civilians, trying to keep someone at bay from getting any closer.

He locked eyes with Chimney and tried to listen to who he was talking to. "I need back up now, Chim. We have to move this truck." The venom dripping from Eddie's voice made Chimney shudder and take a step back, but he nodded.

Another round of "Please," choked past (Y/n)'s lips but when her pleas fell on deaf ears, she tried to use Eddie as a post and drag herself closer to him.

Crippling agony shot through her legs like a fire consuming her whole. Her nerves ignited and agony sparked within them all the way up to the base of her skull. Tremors rattled through her as she sobbed and tried to crane her neck to see where the pain was coming from.

"Baby-" Eddie cringed and momentairely closed his eyes when (Y/n)'s shrill scream hit his ears.

He felt her trembling get worse and her face smashed into his thighs like she had suddenly fainted, but he could still feel her screaming into his thighs.

Her leg was pinned down. Her trouser leg had been shredded. There was a river of blood beneath her legs that she could tell now felt damp and sticky. The back of her calve was split open like someone had hacked away at her with an axe. Muscle was exposed. The metal corner of the truck was imbedded into her leg like an extension of herself.

Now she knew why Eddie hadn't dragged or tried to carry her away. He couldn't move her. Nobody could.

"(Y/n)… mi amor, look at me." Eddie's hands went back to cupping her face and he brushed his thumbs beneath her eyes, wiping away her tears while his own eyes began to silently water. "We're gonna get this off of you, okay? Breathe with me, it's gonna be okay. I swear."

Eddie pressed his lips against her temple and took a few slow breaths to try and get (Y/n) to copy him. Panicking wasn't going to do her any good. He and the team would get her out of this mess, they would look after her and get her to the hospital. Eddie wasn't leaving until this truck was moved and his wife was on a stretcher ready to be transported out of here.

He pressed his chest into his thighs, pinning (Y/n)'s hands between them as he tried to calm them both down. Breathing against her temple while a few tears soaked into her skin.

"Alright, let's get you some morphine, hm?"

(Y/n) couldn't stop herself from breaking out in shakes and as soon as Eddie let go of her face, she smothered her head in his thighs. Her tears soaked into his trousers and she panted so much it felt like she wasn't breathing at all. She dragged her hands up from his thighs to clutch at his hips, not that he seemed to mind, and she clung to him wile she felt him rolling up her sleeve.

The injection in her elbow barely felt like a scratch and (Y/n) prayed it would work quickly. She couldn't take this agony for much longer. She had never felt so broken in all her life.

For a moment, Eddie rummaged around in the medic bag until he found the neck brace at the bottom. He carefully slid his hands beneath (Y/n)'s chin, lifting her head from his thighs enough to clip the blue and white plastic around her neck. She undoubtedly had some form of whiplash and he had no idea what spinal injuries she might have obtained from the crash.

He ran his fingertips along her temple and tried to smile down at her before he looked up when Hen hurried towards them.

"Bobby's here, he's with the police… and the bomber." She saw the fire that raged in Eddie's eyes and he whipped his head around to try and locate whoever was responsible for this.

If (Y/n) wasn't in such crippling agony and torment, Eddie would have taken off and unleashed Hell on the idiot who had done this.

"We're all here to look after you, (Y/n)." Hen's voice was soothing as she knelt down on (Y/n)'s other side with her own medic bag beside her. "Let's take a look. Can you wiggle your feet for me?"

(Y/n) pressed her forehead down into Eddie's thighs, feeling irritable with the neck brace on. She didn't want it. She didn't need it. All (Y/n) wanted was for them to move her and make the agony subside. She wanted help. She didn't want to be laid strewn on the floor like this. She was a firefighter, she was supposed to ride in the truck, not be pinned down to the road by it.

Her lips scrunched up and she winced as she flexed both feet in different directions so her boots scuffed the glass and concrete.

"That's good." Hen briefly squeezed (Y/n)'s arm before she looked across at Eddie. "Let's get her on a drip, keep her veins open."

She found a saline bag and handed the plastic tube across to Eddie so he could do the honours. They needed to get fluids into (Y/n)'s body so she didn't dehydrate and it would keep her veins open and give her body the sodium and minerals it needed. They couldn't have her developing crush syndrome.

"Okay." Eddie swiped his sleeve against his eyes and beneath his nose and he shook his head to try and clear his mind and gather his senses. He worked out in the field when he was in the army. He had been in dangerous situations and kept his calm.

He had dragged his team to safety with a gunshot wound and had hardly been phased by any of it. But his family hadn't been involved in the army. His wife hadn't been deadly injured. Her life wasn't the one at risk.

The shaking finally subsided in Eddie's hands and he cleaned the back of (Y/n)'s right hand, trying to squeeze tight to stop her from shaking too so he could insert the needle into her vein. Once it was in, he taped the cannula in place and raised her hand so he could kiss her knuckles.

"Baby, I need to put a turniquet on your leg, stay very still for me, okay?"

He had to strap her leg and cut off her circulation so she didn't bleed out on the road. And it would stop her muscles from releasing toxins into her blood that would cause crush syndrome.

(Y/n) tried to say 'I'm not going anywhere' but all that came out was a mewling cry when Eddie shuffled around so he was no longer knelt in front of her.

She was grateful to Hen for taking her left hand and allowing her to squeeze as tightly as she needed to keep calm. (Y/n) curled her right arm close to her face so she could mesh her mouth and nose against her arm, being mindful of the cannula in the back of her hand.

She felt Eddie's hands groping up her leg, avoiding the area where the truck was rammed down into her skin. He felt around her knee and halfway up her thigh before he slipped the dark blue elastic beneath her leg. The tiniest jolt where Eddie lifted her thigh from the road made (Y/n) wail and she tried to sink her teeth down into her arm to stop herself from making such a scene.

She could hear Eddie hushing her, but even his voice was wavering and broken. The moment he pulled the elastic and popped the pin in place, (Y/n) let out a guttural scream. It felt like teeth sinking into her flesh and her nerves ignited once again like they were the fuse to dynamite, about to explode. But the notion that in a minute or two, the pain would subside, made (Y/n) feel a little lighter.

"There we go, all done." Eddie kissed the back of her head and shuffled round so he was kneeling back down in front of her. So (Y/n) could dig her hands back into his thighs and press her face into his knees like she was trying to merge them into one being.

If Eddie could suffer through the pain for her, if he could trade places with her, he would in a heartbeat. Eddie would take any amount of suffering if it would mean (Y/n) didn't have to go through this.

"Eddie, Eddie how is she?" The sound of Bobby's panicked voice caught all their attention.

They looked up to find bobby, Buck and Chimney all crowding round to see what they could do to help. It made Eddie sure that the situation with the bomber had been taken care of, although he wasn't sure that really made him happy. He wanted to see who it was. He wanted to look them in the eye and ram his fist into their face and pin them beneath the truck and see how they liked having their limb ripped apart like this. Like his wife.

He wanted to make whoever was responsible suffer for what they had put his wife through, but he couldn't leave (Y/n) in order to do that. He couldn't leave her side for a moment, not when she was in absolute agony like this.

"We have to get it off her, I can't do anything until she's free." Eddie had given her morphine and tried to assess her leg, but there was nothing he could do until she was freed from this mess.

"Then let's get it up. Come on." Bobby's voice held authority and a sternness that hid the panic bubbling up inside of him. One of his own was hurt, one of his team who were his extended family. He would do anything he could to help her.

Bobby moved to the corner of the truck and Chimney, Buck and Hen all got the message of what he was trying to do. They waved at the other fire team that had arrived and everyone moved to hold onto the ladder fixed to the top of the truck. The top that was now aiming towards them with the whole vehicle being on its side.

With his back to the truck, hands grappling with the ladder and his knees bent, Bobby looked down at Eddie to give them the signal.

Eddie didn't like this. He knew what he was going to have to do, and he knew how much this was going to hurt his wife.

"Baby, this isn't gonna be nice, but I'll move you as fast as I can, okay?" He was going to have to drag (Y/n) as soon as the truck was lifted from her leg. That was going to cause her mass agony, but they didn't have any other choice. If they wanted (Y/n) free from the truck, they had to move fast.

"I'm scared."

Tears trickled down the bridge of her nose and she closed her eyes when Eddie cupped her cheek and pressed his wet lips against her temple.

"You don't have to be scared, just hold onto me."

He carefully shuffled back a few paces and changed position so his knees and his abdomen were pressed down against the floor, mimicking (Y/n)'s position. He braced the toes of his boots against the floor like he was preparing for a sprint, and his hands held onto (Y/n)'s wrists, being mindful of the cannula in the back of her hand.

When he nodded up at Bobby, his eyes adverted back down to (Y/n) and he tried to nod at her before she closed her eyes. Her chin tucked down against the ground, despite the neck brace restricting her movements and she tried not to hold herself tense and let herself go floppy so he could move her. So they could all help move her.

Each breath she took made her heart pound against her chest until all (Y/n) could hear was the rapid thumping beat and the sound of Eddie's stern breaths which fanned against her cheek.

"Alright, let's move it!"

Bobby's voice boomed through the air and he tried to puut as much effort into his back and arms as possible. His weight pushed down and his upper body rose up. It didn't matter to Bobby that he had an old back injury that could flare up from time to time. All he cared about was getting (Y/n) out of here. The bomber set that bomb in the truck specifically to hurt him; he didn't want (Y/n) suffering any more because of him.

Everyone put as much weight as they could onto the truck, trying in vain to push and lift and shift the heaping ton of metal so it would rise.

Eddie's eyes moved past his wife and zoomed in on the truck, specifically where the corner was imbedded down into his wife's leg. Once it started to lift, Eddie hunkered down and pulled.

The most petrifying scream he had ever heard tore past (Y/n)'s lips in a blaze of fury. Tears soaked her face, spit dribbled past her lips and her inner lips turned blue as she wailed and shrieked.

It felt like they were tearing her apart. Her leg wasn't moving but the rest of her was. She was going to come apart like a rag doll.

"It's not enough! It has to be higher!" Eddie shook his head and sank his teeth into his lower lip.

Just a bit higher. Just a tiny bit more and he could drag his wife free and get her to safety in the ambulance. A little more give and he could have (Y/n) in his arms again and take her to hospital. They had to move fast, this was causing her mass agony and Eddie couldn't bear to witness this for much longer. It was tearing him apart.

"Again!"

(Y/n) kept her eyes snapped closed and scratched her nails into Eddie's wrists. She did her best to focus on the feeling of his thumbs smoothing across her wrists over her pulse, but even the feeling of the truck being lifted from her leg had (Y/n) sobbing before she had been moved.

She felt the strength in Eddie's grasp as he tried to move her, but he couldn't. He tugged her maybe half a centimetre before he stopped and shook his head. The truck wasn't high enough. They were going to tear a hole from her thigh down to her ankle if they dragged her without the truck completely off her.

"It's not enough."

"The jack won't hold up the truck, not even the corner of it." Buck shook his head while panic flushed his face.

The jack hammer they used for cars wouldn't be strong enough to lift up the truck, it wouldn't hold up this corner for a second. And it would take a lot of them to even try and push it down enough to lift the truck up. They had to think of something else.

"Then we think of something else. There's gotta be something nearby that we can use for leverage."

Everyone relaxed, but no one stepped far away from the truck just in case they wanted another go at pushing and heaving it up off of their team member.

Eddie pushed up from his abdomen so he was on his knees again, but he didn't let go of (Y/n)'s hands. He stayed gripping her wrists, running his thumbs up and down her flushed skin while he tried to think of what they could do. But his eyes snapped back down to (Y/n) when she suddenly wailed.

"Cut it off."

Her croaky voice fluctuated and wavered but Eddie heard her, and she broke his heart.

(Y/n) didn't dare look behind her at the mess that was left of her leg, but she could still feel it. The morphine, the turniquet and the IV were doing very little to distract her from the crippling agony she was subdued with. (Y/n) could feel her nerves disintegrating and how her muscles were shredding to pieces. She could feel her good leg trembling and jittering against the floor while the rest of her body dithered.

She felt like she was decaying. Her leg had been mutilated and her body was suffering the consequences.

Maybe cutting her leg off would be easier. It was hard to be rational when she was dosed on pain medication that was doing nothing to control the morphing agony she was in. Rational would be (Y/n) considering the fact that she needed both legs to do the job properly. She didn't want to have a limb amputated or suffer the degrading months of agony she would be in if she had to learn to live and adapt without one.

But right now, it felt simpler if she let them cut it off. They could dose her on whatever drugs were in the ambulance. They could knock her out and hack through her leg and take her to hospital. They could stop this agony and remove her limb that might not be able to be saved anyway.

All this agony, all this time and effort to help her and it could all be in vain. (Y/n) might lose her leg anyway after this.

"No, no baby we don't need to do that." Eddie cupped the back of her head and pressed his lips against her temple when she began to wail again.

No one was cutting her leg off. Eddie wouldn't let anyone contemplate that wild suggestion and it wasn't something they could do. They had to find a different solution to get her free.

She could feel Eddie's lips meshing against her temple but she wasn't sure what he was trying to murmur against her skin. Eddie's voice was drowned out by the constant, heart-wrenching sobs that tumbled past her lips and made her chest ache and burn.

She wanted out. She wanted to be moved. She wanted to either get out or die; this agony had to stop.

"Oh."

None of the team quite knew what to say or what to do when they saw the people tenderly stepping forward. The men and women who put down their bagd and keys, who dropped their hats and rolled up their sleeves and stepped forward, gingerly pointing and aiming towards the truck.

They would help. If more strength and power was what the fire department needed to get one of their own free, then the public would help.

Eddie wasn't sure which member of the team said his name, but he found himself nodding along. He peppered a million kisses against (Y/n)'s temple and brushed away her tears as he went back to laying on his stomach in front of her. Rather than holding her wrists, Eddie shifted his hands to grip her upper arms, clenching tight so he could drag her as fast as possible.

With this many people around to help them, surely they could get (Y/n) free now.

"Here we go, mi amor. Hold tight."

She tried. (Y/n) tried to hold onto Eddie's forearms and she let herself go floppy when she heard Bobby give the command for everyone to push.

All at once, she was on fire. She was burning on hot coals and freezing in the depths of the ocean. Her body was overcome with beads of sweat and hypothermic shivers. The scream emitting from her lips fell upon deaf ears that were overcome with ringing bells and she started to shake and writhe like she was holding onto a live wire.

A mimicking yell tore past Eddie's lips as his watering eyes closed and he pushed back on his knees so he could drag (Y/n) that little bit further. There was no more resistance holding her back. There was nothing gripping her, pinning her flesh to the floor like a skewer. When Eddie yanked on her arms, (Y/n) swiftly skidded across the floor and onto his lap with wailing yelps of torment.

"I've got her! I've got her, let's go!" His hands flopped from her arms and his trembling hands curved around her frame as he meshed his lips against her temple. "Oh amor, you're gonna be okay now, it's all okay."

As soon as Hen crouched down beside them and a gurney was wheeled over, they both set to work.

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed and did her best to wave her hands out when she felt people crowding around her. She wasn't sure who or what she was grabbing at, she just wanted to hold onto something. Someone's hand was held out in front of her and she clenched down on it, not sure who it was but she knew it wasn't Eddie.

Her husband's hands were on her shoulders while someone else helped to carefully turn her over onto her back so they could slide the back board beneath her.

The agony sparking down her leg once she was transferred onto the gurney was unimaginable, but (Y/n) didn't have the effort to scream anymore. All she could do was shed streams of tears and whimper at every jolt.

She could hear Eddie ordering people out the way and the gurney felt unsteady with how fast it was moving, weaving and shaking her from side to side to get her to the ambulance.

When (Y/n) flopped her hand behind her and managed to grab Eddie's bicep, she felt him take her hand and raise her knuckles to his lips.

"I'm still here." He clicked the brakes with his heel and nodded at Hen and they both carefully shimmied the gurney up into the back of the ambulance.

Once they were inside, Hen hung up the saline bag so it was out the way and she found the monitoring clip and attached it to (Y/n)'s finger to keep track of her pulse and oxygen intake. They felt the ambulance shake when the back doors were slammed shut and Chimney climbed in the driver's seat.

"Cap and Buck are following behind us."

Eddie figured that meant they were getting a police escort because their other mode of transport was unmoving from the middle of the road after nearly killing his wife.

(Y/n) tugged and squeezed Eddie's hand as she felt her breaths begin to deepen, but that wasn't the problem. It was the way her body was suddenly jittering on the gurney, shaking back and forth to the point she felt like she was going to topple onto the floor.

"Okay, it's alright, just shock." Eddie kissed her hand before he let go and moved to increase the drip in her hand. She needed the fluids in her system as fast as possible to combat the shock and prevent her from developing crush syndrome. Her muscle wasn't compressed or being split apart anymore, her broken muscles could start spasming and relaxing toxins now she was free.

"How long to the hospital?"

"Ten minutes."

"Make it five." Eddie rammed his fist against the top of the ambulance to make his point. They needed (Y/n) transported as soon as possible. She had to be in surgery within the hour or they wouldn't have much change of saving her leg. Eddie wouldn't let her lose her leg. That wasn't happening.

He kissed her temple again and stayed hovering over her while Hen found another injection of morphine and waved it in Eddie's direction to show him what she was doing. (Y/n) needed more to take the edge off. They had to help her.

(Y/n) could feel more tears drenching down her face, but when she managed to open her eyes and looked up at Eddie hovering over her, she felt like smiling. Her trembling hand cupped the side of his face and she nudged their noses together while his temple was pressing lovingly down against hers.

"You're gonna be just fine now amor, I promise."

[garfieldsladybird]

memories ~ evan ‘buck’ buckley x reader

you've secretly kept every important thing from your relationship with Buck; from your first picture to an 'i love you' note scribbled on the back of a receipt and when you make the move into Buck's apartment he finds the box of memories—or just remember how buck's parents gave maddie a baby box right in front of him then dropped the bomb that they never bothered to make him one, so when you've put in all this effort to keep every small memory of your relationship buck realises just how much he loves you

w/c ~ 1k+

no warnings just a lotta fluff🥰

“Okay, this is the last box!” You cheer as you walk through the door to Buck’s apartment—which you guess is also now your apartment. You place the box down on the small pile by the door and approach your sweet boyfriend who has already started helping you unpack. Buck’s sitting at the kitchen island, an array of things spread out on the surface before him, and your curiosity sinks in. Your arms circle around his soft middle and you have to go up on your tiptoes to rest your chin on his shoulder, “whatcha doing?” You say just as your eyes fall down to see a familiar box and all its contents spilling out, a little embarrassment makes its way to the surface. You pull away from Buck and move to the side, as you reach to collect the miscellaneous pieces of paper and photos scattered around Buck’s hand stops you.

“You kept all this?” Your eyes reach Buck’s slightly glossy ones and you’re confused by his reaction. You were convinced he’d find it weird that you kept all these things from the duration of your relationship; movie theatre stubs, a concert ticket or two, the first picture you took together, a Polaroid of him from the first morning you woke up in his apartment, so many memories you couldn’t bare to part with so you collected them in an old shoe box.

“Yeah… you think it’s weird don’t you?” Your gaze falls to the ground, mentally preparing yourself for Buck to make fun of you for doing such a thing, like so many people before have but the ridicule never comes. Instead, you’re taken aback when Buck wraps his arms around you, squeezing so tightly that all the air is pushed out of your lungs. “Thank you,” his muffled words snap you out of your embarrassed state. Your hands move up to hold him, fingers sinking into his hair immediately. His head raises and you can see his teary eyes, “you don’t know how much this means to me. I love you so much.” You’re still a little confused at his reaction but your heart melts at his words. “I love you too,” you hold the sides of his face now before bending down to press your lips to his. The fear of judgement melts away with just a simple kiss.

“Can you show me everything?” Who are you to deny him when he looks at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes. He turns back to the kitchen island the second you agree and you pull out the stool next to his. A smile immediately appears when you spot one of your favourite things, “Oh, this!” You reach over Buck’s hands and grab a small book from the box, he looks at you curiously as you open it, “I learned how to press flowers just so I could keep the first bouquet you gave me.” Your sentence grows quieter as you feel Buck’s eyes on you, watching as you open the book to see beautiful pressed flowers between sheets of paper, “but then you kept giving me flowers so I made this book.” You nervously hand the book over and Buck smiles as he looks through the pages delicately. Each page is dated and the type of flower is written in cursive next to it. Buck takes his time looking at each page and your eyes drift from his joyful expression to the other bits and pieces. You smile to yourself when you see your half of a photo booth strip; it’s from your second date, the date scribbled on the back, you both only had enough change for one set of pictures. So, Buck tore the strip in half, slipping his half into his wallet and sheepishly giving you the other half. You’re so caught up in the memory you don’t notice Buck pulling out his wallet, he holds his half of the strip above yours, reconnecting the two for a moment. You see the second an idea pops into Buck’s head and then you watch as he takes both halves of the strip over to the fridge. He turns back to you grinning lovingly and your heart melts when you see he’s put the halves together on the fridge surrounded by pictures of his favourite people.

Buck comes back to join you, kissing the side of your head before sitting down. He quickly goes back to looking through the box. He pulls out a movie theatre ticket that’s attached to an adorable selfie of you both; you smile brightly at the camera while a slightly blurred Buck kisses your cheek. You reminisce about that day that Buck happily agreed to go see the Barbie movie with you and you swear you fell in love with him more that day when he picked you up dressed in a pink shirt with an old cowboy hat from his rancher days atop his head. “We should watch it again tonight,” Buck says gleefully, extending his hand to hold yours before bringing it up to his lips, “we can order takeout.” He places another kiss on your knuckles, “We can get all cosy,” another kiss, “and then I can take you to our bed. Make your first official night here special.” Your body instantly heats up, a slight shyness appearing through the cracks. Even after so much time together Buck still seems to be able to reduce you to a fumbling mess with just a few words and simple touches. “I should start unpacking.” You giggle as Buck’s hand slips up your neck and he grins at your poor excuse, “We can unpack tomorrow.” He lowers his head slowly, both your smiles growing until your lips meet. “Okay but we’re getting food from the Korean barbecue place down the street,” you mumble out against his lips. Buck laughs, pulling away only a fraction before giving you another quick kiss, “Done. Anything you want.” You pull your head back slightly, tilting it to the side as your eyebrows lift, “anything?” Buck’s hands have drifted down to your hips, absentmindedly pulling them closer to the edge of the stool. “Absolutely anything.” He leans in to give you another kiss and when he pulls back this time he sees your teeth sink into your bottom lip and he knows he’s got you thinking now. “Well,” you draw out the word, “it takes them like 20 minutes to deliver…” A wolfish grin makes its way to his face and he lowers his head to press his lips to your cheek before reaching your neck, “That seems like a challenge.” You giggle again when he nips at your skin, “You have to order the food first, Buck.” His groan vibrates against your neck, “I’m just getting a head start.” You squeal when he jolts your hips off of the stool completely. Your arms and legs immediately tighten around his strong frame as his lips lock onto yours again.

Your first official night living together was definitely going to be something special, Buck would make sure of that.