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comfort - a. grant

athena grant x fem!reader

summary: you struggle with the trauma of a near-death experience and find comfort in your wife's arms.

w/c: 1.4k

⚠️ tw: mention of guns, shooting, and near-death experience

The night felt suffocating. The weight of everything that had happened settled heavily in your chest, leaving you breathless and anxious, still reliving the moment. The shooting had been sudden, violent, and close — too close. You could still hear the echo of gunfire, the sound of metal on metal, and the moment when you thought it would be your last breath. Since then, everything felt off, like your skin was too tight, like every corner you turned had some sort of hidden danger.

You sat on the couch in the dark, the flicker of the television dancing across your face. But it wasn't enough to chase away the shadows that had begun to creep into your mind. Athena had been at work when it happened but she wasn't at the scene. You hadn't told her what happened yet, how your knees had buckled and your lungs seized up with the fear of death. You hadn't told her about the nightmares that now plagued you whenever you tried to sleep or the anxious trembling that seemed to never leave your hands.

You felt broken and you didn't want to burden her with it.

But Athena always knew.

From the moment she stepped into the house that evening, her sharp eyes caught the way you hunched your shoulders a little tighter than usual, the way you barely looked up from the television, as though the sounds and colors would provide enough distraction to keep the anxiety at bay. But there wasn't really any hiding from her.

She didn't say anything at first. She walked over and settled herself next to you, close enough that her arm brushed yours. The familiar scent of her — clean, a little smoky, and unmistakably Athena — gave you the smallest sliver of comfort. But you didn't move. Your heart beat too fast and you felt the exhaustion creeping up on you, threatening to spill over in a way that terrified you.

Athena let the silence linger. She was good at that, knowing when to press and when to give you space. But tonight, she could sense you needed her more than you were willing to admit. After a long, silent moment, she shifted closer and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you gently against her side, her arm rubbing up and down your arm comfortingly.

"I know something's been going on with you," Athena's voice was low and soothing yet firm. The kind of tone she used when she needed to let you know she wasn't going to let this slide anymore. "You've been distant, and I can see that something is obviously bothering you. Talk to me, darling."

The knot in your throat tightened. You didn't want to break, not now, not in front of her. But it had been building for days, maybe even weeks and her words were too much. A tremor shook through you and before you could stop it, the tears welled up, no matter how hard you tried not to cry. You hated this. Hated feeling weak, hated feeling vulnerable, hated being afraid.

"I... I almost died," you finally whispered, the words spilling out between shallow breaths. Your voice was quiet, barely audible, but Athena heard every word. "There was a shooting, and I- I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. I was so scared."

Her grip on you tightened instantly, her hand moving to rub soothing circles on your back. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, her jaw tight. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You sniffled, wiping at your eyes in frustration. "I didn't want to worry you. You already have so much on your plate with work, and I just… I didn't want to be a burden."

Athena's eyes softened and she turned your face toward hers, gently cupping your cheek. Her thumb brushed away a tear, and she shook her head. "You're never a burden to me. Never." Her voice made something in you crack. "I'm your wife. We're supposed to carry this stuff together, not alone. You don't have to go through this by yourself."

You leaned into her touch, the weight of her words settling deep inside you. But the fear, the anxiety, still lingered just beneath the surface. "I just… I keep hearing the gunshots, over and over, and I feel like I can't breathe sometimes. Like something bad is always about to happen."

Athena's brow furrowed in concern, but she stayed calm. She always did, even when everything else was falling apart. "You're safe now. I promise you that. And I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you feel that way."

Her words were like a balm, soothing some of the storm inside you. She shifted again, this time pulling you fully into her arms, cradling you against her chest. You melted into her, pressing your face into the crook of her neck as she held you tightly, protectively. It was as though she was shielding you from the world itself.

"You don't have to be strong all the time," she whispered into your hair. "You don't have to hold it all in. I'm here. I've got you."

Your fingers curled into her shirt as you let out a shaky breath, the first real breath you'd taken all night. The tension in your body slowly began to unwind as you listened to the steady beat of her heart beneath your ear. Athena's hand continued to rub your back, her touch grounding you in a way that no amount of distraction or avoidance could.

"You know what I love most about you?" she murmured, her voice soft but steady. "It's that you're brave. Even when you don't feel like it, even when you're scared out of your mind, you face it. You've always been brave, and that's not going to change."

You squeezed your eyes shut, the lump in your throat returning, but this time it wasn't from fear. It was from the overwhelming love you felt for your wife, for her support and her fierce protectiveness. You didn't have to be strong with her, not when she was willing to carry some of the weight for you.

"I don't feel brave," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Athena leaned back slightly, just enough to tilt your chin up so you could meet her eyes. "That's because you're human," she said softly. "We all get scared. But what matters is you didn't let it break you. You're still here. And you've got me by your side."

You had been running — trying to outrun the fear and the trauma — but now, wrapped in Athena's arms, you realized you didn't have to run anymore.

"I'm scared," you whispered, feeling the vulnerability in those words, but also the relief in finally admitting it.

Athena pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment. "I know, baby. But you're not alone. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. We're going to get through this together."

And you truly believed her.

The weight in your chest didn't disappear completely, but it lightened. The anxiety was still there in the back of your mind but it was quieter now, less overwhelming. You curled up closer to Athena and in this moment, in her arms, you felt safe, even when the outside world felt uncertain.

Athena held you for what felt like hours, neither of you speaking much, just being in each other's presence. Every now and then, she would whisper soft reassurances, promising to always protect you.

Eventually, the exhaustion caught up to you, your body and mind finally giving in to the safety of her embrace. You let yourself relax completely, your head resting against her chest as your breathing slowed. Athena's fingers gently combed through your hair, her touch lulling you into a peaceful state you hadn't felt in what seemed like forever.

"I love you," you murmured, your voice barely audible as sleep began to take over.

Athena smiled against your hair, her arms tightening around you. "I love you too. Always." And with those words, you drifted off, curled up in the safest place you'd ever known.

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Hi! I saw you're taking 911 requests... would you maybe write an Eddie x reader where reader doesn't work at the station. She gets sick but she's kind of in denial and doesn't tell Eddie. He invites her to the station for lunch and she gets really dizzy and collapses from low blood sugar and dehydration. Lots of worried Eddie and then some fluff.

here it is!! 💜 hope you like it :)

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sick - e. diaz

eddie diaz x fem!reader

summary: eddie waits for your lunch together at the firehouse, only to be confronted with you collapsing from illness and exhaustion.

w/c: 1.5k

requested ✔️

You and Eddie had planned a quiet lunch at the firehouse today — he had been looking forward to seeing you, especially after the long shifts that had kept him away for most of the week.

He checked his phone one more time, making sure you hadn't texted to cancel. You hadn't, though lately, Eddie had sensed something was off with you. You'd been quieter, your responses slower, and there was a tiredness in your voice he couldn't ignore.

Maybe you're just stressed, he reasoned. Work, life, everything could pile up sometimes. But he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it was more than just that. Eddie paced back and forth in the firehouse, glancing out the windows, waiting to see your car pull up.

You'd been feeling awful for the past couple of days, but you were determined not to let it show. A tickle in your throat started innocently enough, but it had quickly evolved into something worse. Your head throbbed, your body ached, and every breath felt a little heavier than the last. It was probably just a cold, you told yourself. Nothing serious. You could power through it.

You hadn't mentioned it to Eddie. He was always so worried, and you didn't want to burden him with something as simple as a cold. Plus, you didn't want him to cancel his plans or take a day off just to take care of you. You were sure that you could handle this on your own.

But as you drove towards the station, you realised you were feeling a lot worse than you had originally thought. Your vision blurred slightly and your hands trembled on the steering wheel. You hadn't eaten much that morning — honestly, you couldn't remember if you had eaten at all. Drinking water may have also slipped your mind.

'Just a few more minutes', you thought, turning into the fire station's parking lot. You would see Eddie soon and maybe some food would help you shake this off. But as you stepped out of the car, a wave of dizziness hit you so hard that you had to grip the door for balance. Taking a deep breath, you pushed through, not wanting to alarm anyone. You walked into the station, your legs shaky beneath you.

Eddie spotted you the moment you stepped inside. His heart leaped in his chest, a familiar warmth spreading through him at the sight of you. But something was off. You looked pale, your movements slow and careful. His gut instinct kicked in immediately.

"Mi amor?" he called, closing the distance between you quickly. "Are you okay?"

You flashed him a weak smile, hoping to play it off. "Yeah, just a little tired. It's been a long week."

Eddie wasn't convinced. He studied your face, the slight flush in your cheeks, the way you swayed on her feet. He could tell you weren't being entirely truthful but before he could say anything, your legs buckled beneath you, sending you collapsing to the ground.

"Y/N!"

Eddie caught you just before you hit the ground. Panic surged through him as he cradled you in his arms, your body limp and unresponsive. His training kicked in, but this wasn't just any person — this was you.

"Hey, hey, talk to me," he said, gently tapping your cheek, trying to bring you back. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you groaned softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Baby- I'm fine…"

"You collapsed," he said firmly, his worry laced with frustration. "That's not fine."

A few of his colleagues had noticed the commotion and rushed over but Eddie waved them off. "I've got her," he said, his voice steadier than he felt.

Carefully, he carried you to the couch in the lounge and set you down, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Drink this," he ordered, holding it to your lips.

You sipped the water, your throat dry and scratchy. "I think I might be a little sick," you admitted reluctantly, your head leaning back against the cushion.

"A little sick?" Eddie frowned, sitting beside you and brushing a hand over your forehead. "You're burning up. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you whispered, your eyes closing again.

Eddie shook his head, disbelief and concern flooding him. "Worry me? Y/N, I'd rather be worried than have you collapse right in front of me. Have you even had anything to eat today?"

You shook your head slightly, feeling too exhausted to respond properly. Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to keep his emotions in check. He hated seeing you like this — vulnerable, fragile, and in pain.

"You can't do this to yourself," he murmured softly, taking one of your hands in his. "You've got to take care of yourself, mi amor. You're not invincible."

"I know," you replied weakly, your voice hoarse. "I just… I didn't want to bother you."

Eddie's grip tightened ever so slightly, as if anchoring himself to you. "You're never a bother. Never. Do you hear me?"

You looked up at him with a faint smile, giving him a small nod.

"Good. Now I'm going to call Buck to bring over some medical supplies from the truck."

He pulled out his phone to call Buck and while he waited, he gently held your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your skin. You looked so much smaller and more fragile than normal.

Buck arrived with a first aid kit and a glucose monitor. "What happened?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at you.

"She collapsed from low blood sugar and dehydration, I think," Eddie explained. "She's been sick and hasn't told anyone."

Buck gave Eddie a sympathetic look and handed over the monitor. "Let's check her sugar levels and get her hydrated."

Eddie worked quickly, pricking your finger and testing your blood sugar. It was low, as he suspected. He immediately offered you some juice and sat by your side, making sure you drank it all.

"I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice still weak.

Eddie sighed, his worry melting into something softer. "You don't have to apologize. I just wish you'd told me. I hate seeing you like this."

You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of your exhaustion settle in. "I didn't want to bother you.”

"I know that, and I already told you, you're never a bother, Y/N," he said, kissing the top of your head. "I'm here for you, no matter what."

As you rested your head on Eddie's shoulder, his arm wrapped protectively around you. The juice helped a little, but you still felt shaky and weak. Eddie's voice broke the silence. "We're not leaving until you eat something. No arguments." He said it firmly, but there was a softness in his tone that made it clear how much he cared.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the look on his face stopped you. He wasn't going to budge.

"Buck, can you grab something from the kitchen?" Eddie asked over his shoulder. "Maybe a sandwich, something light?"

Buck nodded and quickly went to get food, while Eddie turned back to you. "I know you don't feel great, but you need to eat, even if it's just a little."

A few minutes later, Buck returned with a sandwich and some crackers. Eddie took the plate from him, thanking him, and set it in front of you, his eyes never leaving your face. "Just a few bites, okay?"

You hesitated, but Eddie's hand was gentle as it guided yours to pick up the sandwich. You nibbled at the edge, feeling too weak to do more, but Eddie's encouraging smile kept you going.

"That's it," he praised softly, his hand resting on your back. "You'll feel better once you get something in your system."

As you slowly ate, Eddie stayed close, quietly urging you to take another bite or another sip of water, all while watching you with concern etched across his face. You didn't have the energy to argue and truthfully, the more you ate, the more the exhaustion began to lift.

When you were finished, Eddie brushed a strand of hair away from your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "There. Now we're getting somewhere," he said, his voice lighter, though the worry in his eyes hadn’t fully faded.

"We're going to take it easy for the rest of the day," Eddie continued. "No more pushing yourself. I'm not letting you out of my sight until you're better."

You leaned into him, feeling comfort in his warmth. Eddie had a way of making you feel safe, and even though you hadn't wanted to worry him, you were grateful he was here.

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Can you please do my Eddie Diaz x reader request about Y/n destroying the room with a bat like Eddie did in 911 5x13 Fear-O-Phobia 🥺

i promise i'll get to it!! i just haven't watched season 5 yet so i'm waiting until i get to that episode 🩷

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oblivious - e. diaz

eddie diaz x fem!reader

summary: eddie struggles with his growing feelings for you while his friends encourage him to confess.

w/c: 2.4k

Eddie Diaz stood near one of the fire trucks, his hands resting on the warm metal as he wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been a long day filled with calls, but the laughter of his friends filled the air, momentarily pushing away the stress of the job. However, Eddie's mind was somewhere else entirely — on you.

You had become a regular presence at the station since you started volunteering with the local community program. Your infectious laughter and compassionate heart drew everyone in, but for Eddie, you were something more. He admired your kindness, your determination, and the way you could make everyone smile, even on the toughest days. Yet, as he watched you joke with the others, Eddie felt the familiar knot in his stomach. He hadn't told you how he felt yet and it was becoming harder to keep it to himself.

"Hey, Eddie!" Buck's voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. "You with us, buddy?"

Eddie looked up, trying to shake off the thoughts that had enveloped him. "Yeah, sorry. What's up?"

Buck exchanged a knowing look with Chimney and Hen. "We were just talking about how you've been looking at Y/N lately. You sure you're not in love with her or something?" Buck teased, a wide grin on his face.

Eddie felt his cheeks heat up at the mention of you. "I'm not in love with her," he said a little too quickly. "I mean, I like her, but…"

"But what?" Hen leaned forward. "You're saying that like it's a bad thing. She's amazing!"

"Exactly," Chimney chimed in. "You should go for it! Tell her how you feel."

Eddie felt trapped under their gaze, glancing over to where you were chatting with Bobby. You seemed completely oblivious to the attention you were receiving. "I don't know, guys. It's not that easy," he muttered.

"Why not?" Buck pressed. "You're a firefighter! You run into burning buildings for a living. How hard can it be to talk to a girl you like?"

"Have you ever tried talking to a girl you really like?" Eddie shot back. "It's not the same as saving someone from a fire."

"Fair point," Buck admitted, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But still, you've got to give it a shot."

Just then, you turned toward them, your bright smile lighting up the room. "What's going on over here? You all look like you're plotting something."

"Just trying to convince Eddie to make a move," Hen said with a wink, her voice low but playful. Eddie felt his stomach drop. "Hen!" he hissed, but it was too late.

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Make a move?" you echoed, tilting your head slightly. "On who?"

"Oh, you know… just some hypothetical situation," Eddie stammered, scrambling for a plausible excuse. "Like, uh, if someone were to have a crush on a certain volunteer… not that I do!"

The others snickered, and Eddie shot them a warning look. You, still oblivious, laughed lightly. "Well, if that someone needs any advice, I'm all ears," you said with a playful smile before returning to Bobby, leaving Eddie flustered.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this," he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

"C'mon, Eddie! Just talk to her!" Buck encouraged.

"Yeah, otherwise, you're just going to keep suffering in silence," Chimney added, clapping him on the back.

Eddie took a deep breath, his heart racing at the thought of confessing his feelings. Maybe it was time he finally told you. He glanced back at you, now once again chatting with Bobby, your eyes sparkling with laughter. If only you could see how much he cared for you.

The teasing continued throughout the evening, with Buck taking the lead. "So, Eddie, do you have any grand plans for your 'hypothetical crush'? A romantic dinner? A moonlit walk? A firehouse dinner date?"

Eddie groaned. "I don't know, Buck! Maybe I'll just write her a letter or something."

"Now you're talking!" Hen exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "You could even leave it in her car or something! Super romantic."

"Yeah, just like in the movies," Chimney agreed, clearly enjoying teasing Eddie.

Eddie was torn between embarrassment and amusement. "You guys are ridiculous," he said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

The night wore on but Eddie's mind was elsewhere. As they wrapped up their dinner, he watched you as you helped Bobby clean up. He genuinely thought you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, and he felt a wave of longing wash over him.

"Okay, Eddie. We're heading out for the night," Buck said. "You coming with us?"

"I think I'm going to stick around for a bit," Eddie replied, feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. "I want to talk to Y/N."

"Good luck, Romeo," Chimney teased as he and Buck grabbed their things then headed for the door.

As the station quieted down, Eddie approached you as you were wiping down the counter. "Hey," he said, his voice low.

"Hey, Eddie!" you said, looking up with that warm smile that made his heart flutter. "What's up?"

"I just wanted to… um…" Eddie stumbled over his words, suddenly remembering all of his friends' teasing, making him even more nervous. "I wanted to thank you for everything you do around here. You make this place so much better."

You blinked in surprise, your smile widening. "That's so sweet of you to say! I really enjoy being here. You guys are like family."

Eddie chuckled softly at your words, giving a small nod. "And I really appreciate it. You've made a difference in my life."

You looked down for a moment, a hint of shyness creeping into your expression. "You know, I was thinking about how much fun we all have together. It's nice to have such good friends, especially with everything going on recently."

"Yeah," he agreed, his heart pounding. "I've been thinking about that too."

You looked back up at him, your brows slightly furrowed in thought. "Eddie, is something on your mind?"

This was it. Eddie took a deep breath, his heart racing as he prepared to finally tell you how he felt. "Y/N, I-"

Just then, the door swung open, and Bobby stepped in, interrupting Eddie. "Hey, guys! Did I miss anything?"

Eddie felt his chance slip away, frustration boiling under the surface. "No, just- nothing," he muttered, trying to regain his composure.

Bobby raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension. "You okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Eddie replied, forcing a smile. "Just talking."

You looked between the two men, your brows once again furrowed, but this time in confusion. "We were just talking about how much I enjoy being here," you said, your tone light.

Bobby nodded, not knowing he had just interrupted and ruined Eddie's confession. "That's great! The more, the merrier. We're lucky to have you."

As the conversation shifted to a different topic, Eddie felt a sense of defeat wash over him. He couldn’t believe he had lost his chance. Maybe he should just give up. After all, you didn't even seem to notice his feelings. But as the night went on, he realised that he couldn't give up that easily. He had to find a way to express himself, no matter how hard it was. Maybe he would take the advice of his friends and write you a letter. It seemed like a good way to get his feelings out without the immediate pressure of a face-to-face conversation.

A few days later, Eddie decided to act on his plan. He spent his lunch break writing a heartfelt letter, pouring out all the emotions he had bottled up for so long. He wrote about how much you meant to him, how you brightened his days, and how he admired your strength and compassion. Once the letter was finished, he folded it neatly and slipped it into an envelope. He sat for a moment, contemplating whether he should really go through with it. But then he thought about his friends’ words and your smile, and he knew he had to try.

Later that evening, as you were leaving the station, Eddie took a deep breath and approached you. "Hey, Y/N! Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Of course!" you replied, eyes lighting up with curiosity.

Eddie fumbled with the envelope in his pocket, his heart racing. "I… I wanted to give you something." He pulled out the envelope and handed it to her.

You looked surprised, your eyebrows raising slightly. "Oh! What is it?"

"Just read it," Eddie said, trying to keep his voice steady.

You nodded, your fingers trembling slightly as you opened the envelope. As you unfolded the letter, Eddie held his breath, watching your expression shift from curiosity to surprise, then finally to something softer. Your eyes scanned the paper and Eddie could almost hear the rapid thumping of his own heart echoing in his ears.

"Eddie…" you began, your voice barely above a whisper. Your gaze flickered from the letter to his face, and he could see the mix of emotions swirling in your eyes — confusion, surprise, and a hint of something else he hoped was excitement.

"Do you really mean all of this?" you asked as you folded the letter carefully.

Eddie nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah. Every word. I know I haven't been great at showing it, but I care about you a lot, Y/N. You make this place — and my life — better just by being in it."

A soft blush crept up your cheeks, and you looked down at the letter again, the corners of your mouth lifting into a smile. "I had no idea you felt this way," you replied, your tone sincere. "I thought you were just being friendly."

"I was trying to be," Eddie admitted, his nerves easing slightly. "But it's hard to ignore how perfect you are."

Your smile widened and you took a small step closer to him. "Eddie, this means a lot to me. I can't believe you were brave enough to write all of this. It's beautiful."

His heart soared at your words. "I just felt like I had to say it. I've been thinking about it for a while now, and I didn't want to miss my chance."

Your expression softened and Eddie could see you processing everything. "You know, I've always thought you were incredible too. You're kind, dedicated, and you care about everyone around you. I just didn't know if you'd ever see me as more than a friend.”

"Trust me, I do," Eddie said, taking a step closer. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks."

You laughed softly, your eyes sparkling. "Well, I'm glad you finally did. I just wish I'd noticed sooner. I do tend to be a little.. oblivious sometimes."

"You're not the only one," he replied, a smile spreading across his face. You both chuckled at that.

“So, where do we go from here?” You asked, your gaze landing on his face, searching for answers.

Eddie’s heart raced as he contemplated the question. "How about we start with a date? Just you and me. I'd love to take you out to dinner — somewhere nice, where we can actually talk."

"I'd like that," you said, your expression brightening.

Eddie grinned, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Great! I'll plan something special. Just tell me anything that I should avoid."

"Definitely seafood," you said with a small laugh. "I'm not necessarily a fan of fish."

"Noted!" Eddie replied, a warm smile on his face. "No seafood. I can work with that."

Later that evening, Eddie joined his friends in the common area. They were scattered around the table and he felt a sudden surge of confidence. "Hey, everyone!" Eddie called out, catching their attention. "I have an announcement."

Buck leaned in, curiosity piqued. "What’s up? You finally figured out how to ask Y/N out?"

Eddie chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "Actually, I did. We're going on a date!" The place erupted in cheers, and Eddie felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement wash over him. Buck jumped up, clapping him on the back. "I knew you could do it!"

The following days you and Eddie exchanged texts, planning your date. He learned about your favorite foods, your love for your hobby, and your aspirations for the future. Every conversation brought him closer to you, making him fall head over heels.

Finally, the day of the date arrived. Eddie found himself pacing around his apartment, checking the time and making sure he looked just right. He had opted for a casual but nice outfit — dark jeans and a fitted shirt.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Eddie felt a rush of nerves. But as soon as you walked through the door, looking gorgeous in the outfit you had picked out, all his anxiety melted away. You greeted him with a smile, and in that moment, he knew he had made the right choice.

"Wow, you look amazing," he said, his breath catching in his throat.

You blushed, your cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Thank you!" you respond, suddenly feeling too shy to say anything else.

You were seated at a cozy table with soft lighting, and as you began to chat over dinner, Eddie found himself captivated by your stories. You spoke all about your recent volunteering activities and your dreams. Eddie felt lighter than he had in a long time, as if the weight of his nervousness had lifted, replaced by the warmth of your presence.

As you left the restaurant, Eddie reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. You looked up at him, surprise lighting your features before you smiled, squeezing his hand gently.

"Is this okay?" he asked, searching your eyes.

"More than okay," you replied softly, your cheeks flushing.

Walking side by side, you talked and laughed, enjoying the cool night air. Eddie felt a sense of happiness he hadn’t experienced in a long time, and as you neared your car, he knew he wanted to see you again soon.

"Let's do this again," he said, feeling a rush of determination. "I'd love to take you out again. Maybe next week?"

"Definitely," you responded, your eyes sparkling. "I'd love that."

As you reached your car, you turned to face him and he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss that left both of you breathless. Pulling away, Eddie smiled, the warmth of the moment lingering between them. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Eddie," you replied, a smile on your face.

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Having a comfort fic but also has the most gut wrenching angst to it as well is perfection

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forgotten date - e. buckley

evan buckley x fem!reader

summary: after missing your anniversary due to his job, Buck realises he needs to make it up to you.

w/c: 1.6k

It had been weeks since you and Evan had any quality time together. Between back-to-back shifts, emergency calls, there was just never enough time. You had tried to be understanding — Evan's job was demanding, and the sacrifices it required were constant. But tonight was supposed to be different. It was your 3-year anniversary, and he had promised to meet you at the restaurant you'd gone to on your first date.

You had spent all day looking forward to it. You got dressed up, put on some makeup, and did your hair. You couldn't wait to finally spend some quality time with your fiancé. At the restaurant, you sat by the window, glancing out every few minutes, expecting to see Buck pull up with that smile of his that had drawn you in the first time you met.

But as the minutes turned to an hour, your hope began to dim. You checked your phone again. No message. No missed call. He wouldn't just ditch you like that, right? He knows how important this date is to you and he wouldn't miss it, or at least not on purpose, but you were starting to doubt that he was actually going to show up.

Across town, unbeknownst to you, Buck was in the middle of an intense rescue mission. A fire had broken out in an apartment complex, and the team was working tirelessly to evacuate everyone. In the rush, time slipped away from him. Even as the fire started to calm and they secured the scene, his mind was still on the task at hand, his adrenaline too high to remember the dinner he’d promised.

Back at the restaurant, you were sitting alone, watching as couples came and went. The waiter politely asked if you were ready to order, only for you to decline. After two hours, the embarrassment and hurt were too much for you to handle. You quietly paid for the drinks you'd ordered while waiting and left, the rain pouring down outside, soaking you as you walked to your car.

By the time Buck got back to the station and finally remembered, it was far too late. He glanced at his phone, dread filling his chest as he saw your name on the screen. Missed calls. A few messages, at first excited, then worried, and finally one that stung the most: "I guess you're not coming."

He rushed out of the firehouse, still in his uniform, heart pounding in his chest. Buck drove straight to your shared apartment, hoping that somehow he could explain, that somehow this could be fixed. But when you opened the door, the look on your face shattered him. It wasn't anger — it was sadness. Deep, aching sadness that Buck had put his job, once again, before you.

"You didn't even call," you said quietly, stepping aside to let him in, though you weren't sure if you really wanted to talk to him. "You forgot, didn't you?"

Buck's mouth opened to apologize, to explain, but the words died in his throat. He had forgotten. He hadn't meant to, but what good were his intentions when he still hurt you unintentionally? He saw the effort you had put in — your outfit, the soft makeup, the hair you'd styled just for him — and it made him feel like the worst person alive.

"I'm sorry," he finally managed, voice cracking. "The fire- it was bad. I didn't realize how late it was, and I-"

You cut him off, your tone gentle but distant. "It's not just about tonight, Buck. It's every time. I get it, your job is important, but... I'm here too. I needed you tonight, and you weren't there. Not even a text. Nothing."

Buck ran a hand through his hair, his heart sinking further. "Baby, I swear, I didn't mean to forget. I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I know you wouldn't," you replied, your eyes brimming with tears. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm standing here, feeling like an idiot for thinking you'd actually show up. I don't know how many more times I can do this," you paused, steadying your breath. "I wait, and I worry, and I tell myself it's okay because you're saving lives. But what about us, Buck? Who's going to save us?"

The silence that followed was unbearable. Buck reached out, taking your hands in his, but you didn't squeeze back. His stomach twisted as what you said hit him. This wasn't just about a forgotten date — it was about the cracks in your relationship that had been forming for a long time.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, voice low and honest. "I don't want to lose you. Please… let me fix this."

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself. "I love you too, Buck, but I don't know if that's enough when I keep feeling like this. I don't want to be the person you constantly forget about because of your job. I can't live like that."

Buck's chest tightened, the reality hitting him hard. He had always known the risks that came with his job, but he never thought it would be what tore you apart. Now, standing in front of the person he loved, he realized that it wasn't just his life on the line every time he went out on a call — it was your relationship too.

"I'll do better," Buck promised, though he wasn't even sure how to make that happen. "Please… just give me another chance."

Your gaze softened, but the pain was still there. "I don't want promises, Buck. I need actions. I need you to show me that we matter. That I matter."

Buck felt a knot in his chest, but he nodded. He didn't want to leave things like this. "What if… what if we start right now?" he said, his voice gentle. "We don't have to go out or do anything big. How about we just have a movie night? I'll shut my phone off, and we can spend the evening together. No distractions, no interruptions. Just us."

You looked at him for a long moment, the hesitation clear in your eyes. "No firehouse calls, no emergencies?"

Buck smiled, though it was tinged with a bit of sadness. “Of course."

After a moment, you nodded. "Okay. Let's have a movie night," you said, a small smile spreading across your face.

Relief washed over Buck, and he wasted no time in making good on his promise. He quickly changed out of his uniform while you set up the living room. A few minutes later, you were curled up on the couch under a soft blanket, Buck's arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. The TV played a movie, but neither of you were really paying much attention to the movie.

It wasn't about the movie; it was about being together.

Buck kept his arm around you, holding you close, his thumb gently tracing soothing circles on your arm. After some time, you leaned into him more, resting your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry I let you down," Buck murmured, his voice low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I never want you to feel like you're not a priority. You mean everything to me."

You sighed softly, the warmth of Buck's embrace slowly easing the hurt that had been building up. "I know your job is important, Buck, but I just… I want to feel like I'm important too. Like you want to be here as much as you want to be out there saving people."

Buck tightened his hold on Y/N, his heart aching at their words. "I do want to be here. I love my job, but I also love you more. I'll show you, okay? I'll make more time for us. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to lose you."

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his face. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, you gave him a small, tired smile. "I don't want to lose you either, Buck."

Buck grinned and leaned down, closer to you. "Good. Because I'm planning on keeping you forever."

You chuckled softly. "Forever’s a long time, Buck."

"Exactly my point," Buck teased. "So you're stuck with me."

You smiled and rested your head back on his shoulder. "I think I can live with that."

For the next few hours, you stayed like that, curled up together. At one point, Buck pulled a corner of the blanket up and draped it over your legs, tucking you in a little closer. "Can't have you getting cold," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, making you shiver.

Eventually, the conversation trailed off, and the warmth of Buck’s body, combined with the low hum of the movie, made you doze off, your head resting on him. Buck noticed when your breathing became deeper, your body relaxing fully against his.

He glanced down at you, his heart swelling with affection. Your hand was still resting on his chest, your fingers loosely gripping his shirt. Smiling softly, Buck took your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours as he gently stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. He kissed the top of your head, careful not to wake you. Your head nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, your body sinking further into his warmth.

Buck leaned his head back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he watched the movie play on in the background. It wasn't a grand gesture or a big apology, but in that moment, Buck knew this was what you needed — time together, without the world pulling him away. As you slept peacefully on his shoulder, Buck held you close, vowing to never take your love for granted again.

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saved - e. diaz

eddie diaz x gn!reader

summary: during a dangerous building fire rescue, eddie's fear of losing you forces him to confront his emotions and confess to you.

w/c: 1.4k

The sirens blared through the city streets as the 118 sped towards their next call. It was a routine day, or as routine as things got in their line of work. You sat in the back of the truck, checking your gear. Eddie sat across from you, his eyes following your movements even though he tried to remain focused on the call. You were close friends but lately, Eddie had started considering the fact that maybe his feelings went beyond just a simple friendship. He'd pushed them down, convinced that it was just the stress of the job playing tricks on his heart.

But today felt different. The air in the truck was heavy, and something about this call gave Eddie a bad feeling. "You okay, Eddie?" you asked, catching him staring.

He blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yeah, I'm good. You?"

You nodded, flashing him that reassuring smile you always gave when you were heading into dangerous situations. "Yeah, I’m ready. Let's do this."

The call had come in about a building fire, one of the worst you'd seen in weeks. Several floors were already engulfed, and a group of people was trapped inside. As the truck came to a halt, you jumped out and joined the rest of the team. The thick smoke loomed over you, the fire roaring louder than usual. Bobby gave quick orders. You and Eddie were paired up, as usual. You seemed to work best together, always knowing the other's moves before you made them.

"Let's be quick about this," Bobby said, his voice firm over the comms. "We’ve got limited time before the structure’s compromised. Stay together."

Inside, the heat was suffocating, even with your gear. Flames lit up the way and the smoke was so thick that it was hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Your radios crackled with updates from the rest of the team, but Eddie's focus was solely on keeping you in his line of sight. Every time you moved forward, he was right there, close behind, watching your back. He watched you as you both cleared each room, calling out for survivors, his heart tightening with each passing second. Every time you turned a corner, his breath caught in his throat. It wasn't just the fire that made him nervous — it was the thought of losing you.

You found the first survivor on the second floor, a young woman huddled in a corner, clutching her child. You and Eddie worked together to get them out, Buck and Chim leading them to exit. But once you reached the third floor, things started to spiral.

The structure groaned above you, the fire spreading faster than anticipated. Smoke filled the air, making it difficult to see. As you approached the next room, you took the lead, pushing through a stubborn door.

"Y/N, wait!" Eddie called, sensing something wrong.

But it was too late. The moment you stepped into the room, the ceiling above you gave way. Eddie lunged forward, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back just as debris crashed down, narrowly missing you. For a second, time stood still. You were both on the floor, coughing from the smoke, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked, his voice tight, fear flashing in his eyes as he held your arm a little longer than necessary. You coughed, your breath labored but nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was close."

Too close, Eddie thought. His chest ached at the sight of you, the weight of what almost happened crashing down on him.

As you pulled yourselves up and continued the search, the intensity of the fire grew. You found two more survivors, an elderly couple, but the building's groans became more frequent and louder. Bobby’s voice came through the radio, urgency clear in his tone.

"Get out now! The building’s coming down!"

But you weren't done. There were still reports of one more person trapped on the top floor. Eddie and you exchanged a look, both knowing what you had to do. "Eddie, we don't have time," you warned, but your tone was conflicted. You knew you didn't have time to go but you also didn't want Eddie to do it alone.

Eddie shook his head. "I'm not leaving anyone behind. You can go. I'll catch up."

You responded, "I'm not leaving you." Your words hit Eddie like a punch to the gut; you had said that to each other countless times, but it felt different now. Eddie’s heart pounded as he led the way up the stairs, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say to you but couldn’t.

The top floor was a maze of flames, the heat so intense it was almost unbearable. You found the last survivor, an older man unconscious near a window. You moved to help him, and that's when it happened. The floor beneath you and the man gave way. Eddie barely had time to register the crash before he saw you go down with the collapsing floor, the man you were helping tumbling with you.

"Y/N!" Eddie screamed, panic flooding his system.

He rushed to the edge, looking down to see you trapped beneath rubble, barely conscious. You were pinned, the fire inching closer. Without thinking, Eddie jumped down to you, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg when he landed. His hands moved frantically, trying to free you from the debris.

"Eddie…" Your voice was weak, your eyelids fluttering. "You need to go. You can't…"

"I'm not leaving you," Eddie growled, his heart pounding. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I won't."

You coughed again, trying to speak, but the smoke was too thick. Eddie worked faster, his muscles straining as he lifted a beam off your legs. You couldn't help but cry out in pain as the pressure was lifted off your legs.

Eddie winced at the sound of your pain, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop until you were safe. His breathing was ragged, his limbs shaking from the exertion, but the fire was closing in, and he knew you didn't have much time. Bobby's voice crackled through his radio again, more urgent this time.

"Eddie! What's your status? The building's going to collapse!"

Eddie glanced up, seeing the flames creeping closer. All he cared about was you. He'd made a promise, to himself and to you, that he'd always have your back. Leaving you wasn't an option. With a final grunt, Eddie freed you, pulling you into his arms. "Hold on, Y/N, I've got you," he whispered, though the words felt more like a prayer.

You were barely conscious, your head resting against his chest as he stood, the weight of both you and the collapsing building pressing down on him. Every second counted. He hoisted you over his shoulder and made a break for the stairs, pain radiating through his leg but ignored in favor of saving you.

Somehow, you made it out. Eddie carried you through the flames, refusing to stop until you were out of the building. The moment you burst through the doors and into the open air, Eddie collapsed to his knees, still holding you tightly. The rest of the team rushed to you, paramedics quickly taking over, but Eddie didn't let go of your hand.

As you laid on the gurney, oxygen mask over your face, you opened your eyes just enough to look at Eddie. Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke. "You saved me."

Eddie shook his head, his emotions finally spilling over. "You saved me, Y/N. Every day, you save me. I-" He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and I can't… I can't keep pretending like I don't."

Your eyes softened, a tear slipping down your cheek. You squeezed his hand, your grip weak but firm enough to let him know you felt the same. "I love you too, Eddie. I always have."

The weight of those words, so long unsaid, lifted something in Eddie's heart. For the first time in a long time, despite the chaos around, he felt a sense of peace. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, promising himself that from now on, he would never let you go.

Because in this world, there are no guarantees for a tomorrow. And Eddie Diaz wasn't going to waste another second pretending his heart didn’t belong to you.

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evan 'buck' buckley:

-> shot

-> forgotten date

edmundo 'eddie' diaz:

-> saved

-> oblivious

-> sick

howard 'chimney' han:

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athena grant:

-> comfort

henrietta 'hen' wilson:

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robert 'bobby' nash:

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shot - e. buckley

evan buckley x gn!reader

summary: a visit to the 118 goes wrong when a grief-stricken man with a gun storms in.

w/c: 2.4k

⚠️ TW: gun, shooting

You made your way to the 118 firehouse, a container of cheesecake cradled in your arms. You'd baked it especially for them, making sure to save an extra slice for Chimney, who had raved about it last time.

As you stepped inside, Buck greeted you with his signature smile, his blue eyes lighting up as he noticed the dessert in your hands. "You really didn't have to," he said, pulling you into a hug. "I wanted to," you replied, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. "Besides, Chimney practically begged for more last time."

Buck laughed, taking the cheesecake from you and leading you upstairs to set it on the table where the rest of the crew was gathered. "You should stay awhile," he suggested. "At least until the next call." It didn't take much convincing. Spending time with Buck and his team always made you feel like you were part of something special - they were like a second family to you.

But the peaceful atmosphere didn't last.

About fifteen minutes later, a shout echoed from downstairs, shattering the mood. Everyone turned their heads toward the commotion, a collective unease settling over the group. Everyone exchanged wary glances before rising to investigate. As you all gathered at the top of the staircase, what you saw sent a cold chill down your spine. A man stood at the bottom, brandishing a gun, his voice trembling with rage and desperation. "You killed my wife!" he screamed, his face contorted in agony. "Now you're all going to pay!" The man's behavior sent a wave of fear through you as he ordered everyone downstairs.

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you couldn't afford to panic. Slowly, you began descending the stairs with the others, taking note of the man's shaky hands, the sweat beading on his forehead, and the wild look in his eyes. You leaned toward Buck, your voice barely above a whisper. "Look at him closely, babe. He looks like he's under the influence of something."

Buck followed your gaze, his brows furrowing as he observed the man more closely. You continue, "His hands are trembling a lot, he's sweating excessively and his eyes look wide and panicked. That can't be normal." Buck nodded in agreement, whispering back, "You're right. If he really is under the influence, it makes this ten times more dangerous because he could be unpredictable. We need to be careful."

Before you could say anything else, the man's eyes snapped to you. "What are you whispering about?" he demanded. "N-nothing," you stuttered, hating how fear made your voice falter. "Better be," he growled, his eyes darting between you and Buck.

Buck gently put his hand on the small of your back, his touch bringing some comfort to you. ‌"It's okay, baby. We'll be fine," he tried to reassure you, but he didn't seem so certain himself.

Once you were downstairs, everyone spread out slightly, but Buck stayed close, his touch never leaving you. The man's breathing was erratic, and he was clearly unstable. You kept glancing at Buck, who kept his hand lightly on your back, a silent promise that he wouldn't let anything happen to you. "Stay calm," Buck whispered again, his voice low and controlled, even though you could feel his pulse quicken through the light pressure of his hand.

The man's gaze darted between the firefighters, paranoia swirling in his bloodshot eyes. His grip on the gun tightened, knuckles white against the metal. "You think I'm bluffing?" he growled, eyes wild. "You think I won't do it?"

‌Behind you, Eddie slowly moved to your right, his movements so subtle that you almost didn't notice. You could tell he was preparing for something, but you weren't sure what. ‌Chimney tried to reason with the man, "We're not the ones who hurt your wife, man. Let's talk about this, figure out what happened. There's no need for this to get worse."

‌The man's hand shook even more violently, the gun bobbing in the air. "Shut up! You don't know anything!"

Hen had positioned herself slightly to the left, closer to the phone. The man glanced away for a moment, his focus faltering. ‌But then, suddenly, he snapped back to you and Buck, eyes narrowing. "You two," he snarled, pointing the gun directly at you. "You were whispering. Come here."

Buck stepped forward in front of you, shielding you instinctively. "Leave her out of this. She's not the one you want," he said, his voice dangerously steady, but there was a tremor underneath that only you could hear. The man's eyes darted between the two of you, flickering with uncertainty. His breathing grew more erratic by the second. You knew Buck was ready to move if he had to, but the wrong move could end disastrously.

‌You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady as you started to speak, hoping to diffuse the situation as best as you could. "We don't want any trouble. Please, just put the gun down. We can talk this out, okay?"

‌The man wavered for a split second, his grip faltering. His eyes flickered to you, and for a moment, you saw some uncertainty, or even hesitation. His grip on the gun loosened slightly, his stance wavering. You hoped this would de-escalate or else this would all spiral out of control.‌ "You don't have to do this," you said softly, keeping your hands where he could see them. "Whatever happened to your wife, it wasn't their fault. They're just here to help."

‌For a moment, the man looked confused at your words. He probably assumed you were also a firefighter but he seemed to realise that you weren't. Then, his face twisted in anger. "Help? You call letting her die helping?" His voice cracked, desperation leaking into his words. He looked over at the rest of the 118. "I trusted you guys. She trusted you!"

‌Eddie inched a little closer, but the man suddenly noticed the movement, snapping his attention back to Eddie. "Stop!" he yelled, pointing the gun wildly between all of you. "Stay where you are! I swear, I'll shoot!" ‌Eddie froze, hands up, and you felt your heart hammering in your chest. Buck stepped closer to you again, his body tense, ready to move if needed. ‌"Listen," Buck said, his voice calm but firm. "We're sorry about what happened to your wife. But this isn't going to help. This isn't going to bring her back. Please, let's just talk."

‌The man's face contorted with pain, his eyes glossy, filled with unshed tears. His arm was trembling so badly that you feared he might pull the trigger by accident. His voice wavered, "I-I don't know what to do anymore..."

‌Hen, who'd managed to get a little closer to the phone, locked eyes with you. She signalled for you to keep him talking. The longer you stalled, the better chance you had of getting help. ‌Taking a breath, you spoke gently. "I can't imagine how much you're hurting. Losing someone like that... it's unbearable. But this isn't what your wife would want."

‌He lightly flinched at that, and you knew you'd struck something deep. Did you say the wrong thing? You hoped you hadn't or you could end up dead - or even worse, one of the 118. "You don't know what she'd want," he muttered, though the conviction in his voice was fading.

‌"I don't," you admitted. "But I can tell you loved her. And I know that if she was here right now, she'd want you to be safe. She wouldn't want you to throw your life away."

‌Tears slipped down his cheeks, and his hand shook violently, the gun lowering just slightly. But then, almost out of nowhere, a sharp ring pierced the air - the phone. ‌The man jumped, startled by the sound, and in his panic, his finger tightened on the trigger.

Bang!

Everything happened in a blur. You felt Buck pulling you to the ground as the shot rang out. There was shouting, movement all around, and you didn't even know where the bullet went. Your ears rang from the sound, and your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

‌When you finally managed to focus again, you saw Eddie and Bobby rushing toward the man, disarming him as he stumbled backward in shock. Hen and Chimney were already moving to check on everyone.

‌Buck looked down at you, still shielding you even though the danger had passed. Until he felt something. ‌Buck pulled away slightly, his eyes widening in horror as he noticed the blood soaking through your shirt. "No, no, no..." he muttered, his hands trembling as he pressed down on your abdomen. You hadn't even realized you'd been hit, the shock of everything numbing the pain.

‌"Buck?" your voice came out weaker than you intended and the moment you heard it, the reality started to sink in. The bullet must have hit you. You tried to focus, but the pain was spreading, sharp and hot.

‌"Hey, stay with me," Buck said urgently, panic creeping into his voice. "You're gonna be okay. Chim! Hen!" His voice cracked as he called for help, but you could barely focus on him anymore. The world felt fuzzy at the edges, the sound of everyone around you starting to blur.

‌Chimney was beside you in an instant, his hands moving quickly to assess the wound. "Alright, we've got you," Chim said, his voice steadier than Buck's, but you could see the worry etched in his face. Hen was already rushing to grab supplies and Eddie tried to move Buck to the side but Buck refused to budge, his hand still pressed against the wound, his eyes locked on yours. "Stay with me, please," Buck whispered, his voice breaking. You could see the desperation in his eyes, his fear for you palpable.

‌Chimney spoke more urgently now. "Buck, you need to let us work. We need to stop the bleeding." ‌Buck hesitated, his grip tightening as if letting go of you would mean losing you, but finally, he stepped back, allowing Chimney to take over. Hen was back in seconds, placing pressure on the wound as Chimney worked quickly, his face calm but focused.

‌You felt Buck's hand grasp yours, his fingers trembling. "You're gonna be fine," he kept saying, over and over, as if trying to convince himself as much as you. But your body felt heavy, the pain sharp. ‌You tried to speak, to tell him you were okay, but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, you just squeezed his hand weakly, hoping it was enough.

‌"Hang in there," Hen said as she prepared an IV, her hands moving swiftly. "We'll get you to the hospital soon."

‌Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. The world around you was dimming, the edges of your vision going dark. You could hear the sirens in the distance, you knew help was coming but it felt so far away. Buck's voice was the only thing grounding you, the only thing keeping you from slipping away entirely.

‌"I love you," Buck said, his voice barely above a whisper, the words laced with fear. "Please... don't leave me." ‌You tried to hold on to that, to his voice, to the warmth of his hand, but the pain was overwhelming. The last thing you saw before the darkness took over was your boyfriend's face, tear-streaked and terrified, as the world faded to black.

(TIMESKIP - the next day)

When you finally woke up, the harsh lights above blurred into focus. Your body felt heavy, your chest tight with pain. For a moment, everything was hazy, and you couldn't remember how you got there, but then it hit you like a truck. The gunman, the shot, Buck's terrified voice.

‌You blinked, your vision clearing just enough to see Buck sat beside you, his eyes red and puffy from crying. His hand was wrapped around yours, his grip so tight you wondered if he'd been holding it like that the whole time.

‌"Buck," you whispered, your voice weak. The simple act of speaking made your throat burn, but you needed to let him know you were here, okay - or at least alive. ‌"You're awake," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. He sat up straighter, leaning closer to you. "Thank God, you're awake."

‌You managed a weak smile, though every movement felt like a huge effort. "Hey," you whisper, "It's okay, Buck. I'm okay."

‌Buck let out a breathy laugh, though it was laced with a kind of relief and disbelief. "You scared the hell out of me," he said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "I thought-" He swallowed hard, his voice cracking slightly. "I thought I was going to lose you."

‌Buck looked like he was barely holding it together. "Baby, your heart stopped. It-" he paused, his voice shaking. "But they brought you back. You're okay now. You're going to be okay." He said it like he's reassuring himself. ‌You glanced down at yourself, seeing the bandages across your abdomen. It hurt but the pain was nothing compared to the fear you had felt before everything went black.

‌"I was so scared," Buck continued, his voice breaking as he squeezed your hand again. "I couldn't do anything but watch you bleed, and I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to shake away the memory. "I don't know what I would've done if we lost you."

‌"Shh," you murmured, managing to lift your other hand weakly to touch his face. "I'm right here." ‌He closed his eyes at the touch, leaning into your hand. "I love you," he whispered again, like he needed you to know, like you might forget if he doesn't say it enough. "You mean everything to me."

‌Tears stung your eyes, the overwhelming emotions mixing with the pain in your body. "I love you too, Buck," you whispered back. The words were weak, but they were all you could give him in that moment.

‌He smiled, though it was shaky, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. "Just rest, okay? The doctors said you're going to need time to heal."

‌You nodded slowly, exhaustion starting to pull at you again. The pain meds were dulling the ache in your body but your body was craving rest. As you closed your eyes again, Buck's hand stayed firmly in yours. He promised himself he would stay with you however long you needed him to.

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hiiii if you're taking requests, could you write a little carlos x reader, where reader is a bit jealous that carlos is getting some attention, and carlos teases them about it but still reassures them that he loves them 🥺🥺

Green - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X GN!Reader

Summary: You and Carlos go to a party, at which you meet his old friend. You quickly start to feel jealous.

Word Count: 1,123

sorry it took me so long to get to this, I haven't been very active but I hope you enjoy!! <3

As you and Carlos stepped into the lively party, the sound of laughter and music filled the air. The room was buzzing with people, old friends greeting each other and new people getting to know one another. Carlos' hand was warm around yours, giving you a sense of comfort in what seemed like a never-ending sea of people.

"Carlos! It's been ages!" A woman's voice rang out, and you both turned to see a fairly tall, blonde woman approaching with a wide smile. She looked stunning in a red dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Carlos grinned back, releasing your hand to give her a friendly hug.

"It's great to see you, Emily," Carlos replied. They pulled back from the hug, and Emily's eyes darted to you, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. Carlos noticed and introduced you, "This is Y/N," he wraps an arm around your waist, "my partner."

You smiled politely, saying, "Nice to meet you.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Carlos has told me a lot of good things about you." Her smile seemed friendly enough, but you couldn't help but notice how her eyes lingered on Carlos a moment longer than necessary.

As the evening went on, Carlos introduced you to several of his friends, who were all very kind and welcoming. Yet, every time Emily was nearby, you felt a sense of unease. She seemed to be everywhere, laughing a little too loudly at Carlos' jokes, touching his arm when she spoke to him, and giving you side glances that felt anything but friendly.

You found it increasingly harder to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Emily seemed to be hovering around Carlos more than anyone else, her attention solely focused on him. You tried to shake off the unease, reminding yourself that Carlos was here with you.

But it wasn't just her. You couldn't help but notice the lingering gazes of a few women around the room. They would glance at Carlos and then whisper to each other, their eyes shining with interest. However, this was nothing new to you - having a hot boyfriend and all - and you knew you should be used to it by now.

At one point, you excused yourself to get a drink from the bar. As you waited for the bartender to finish, you couldn't help but glance over your shoulder. Carlos was laughing at something Emily had said, her hand resting lightly on his arm. To others, it might've seemed like nothing more than an innocent gesture, but combined with her constant attention, it felt like more than that.

Your chest tightened as you watched Emily continue to engage Carlos in conversation. The room felt a little too warm, the air too thick. You tried to focus on the drink being prepared in front of you, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the scene across the room. Carlos' smile, the way he leaned in slightly when he listened - it all gnawed at you.

When you finally got your drink, you took a sip, hoping the cool liquid would soothe the unease inside you. Just then, Carlos caught your eye from across the room. His smile faltered slightly, as if he could sense your discomfort. He excused himself from the conversation with Emily and made his way over to you. As he approached, you put on your best smile, not wanting to appear insecure.

"Hey, everything okay, mi amor?" he asked, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.

You nodded, "Yeah, just needed a drink."

Carlos studied your face, a knowing glint in his eyes. He glanced back at Emily, who was now chatting with another group of people and then looked back at you. "You sure? You seemed a little distant."

You hesitated, not wanting to make a scene, but decided it's better to be honest. "It's just... well, Emily seems really friendly and she hasn't left your side all night. It's a little uncomfortable."

Carlos smiled softly, tilting your chin up with a gentle finger so you met his gaze. "Are you jealous?" he teased, his tone playful but still caring.

You felt a flush creep onto your face. "Jealous? No- I mean... maybe a little," you admitted, trying to keep your tone light. "It's just that she seems really interested in you."

Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "So, you're telling me the Y/N is feeling threatened by Emily?" His voice was playful, teasing, as he leaned in closer. "Should I be worried?"

You playfully shoved him, laughing despite your feelings. "Oh, shut up. It's not like that. But she's so touchy, she's obviously into you."

Carlos grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Well, I can't help it if women find me irresistible," he joked.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile. "Oh, please. Don't let it go to your head."

He laughed, but then his expression softened. "Hey, listen," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "I'm here with you, okay? Emily's just an old friend, and nothing more. You're the one I love, not her."

You felt a wave of relief and warmth at his words, but Carlos wasn't done teasing. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear. "Besides," he whispered, "I kinda like seeing you a little jealous. It's cute."

You huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but your smile gave it away. "You seriously enjoy teasing me, don't you?"

He chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Maybe a little. But only because you're adorable when you're jealous."

You raised your eyebrows at him, kind of how a mother who was disappointed with her child would. Carlos grinned, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. But seriously, you have nothing to worry about. You're the only one for me." He confirmed, "Always."

He leaned in for a tender kiss and after a few moments, he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know," he began with a playful smirk, "I think I owe you for earlier, so how about I make it up to you?"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?"

Carlos' smile widened as he took your hand and led you towards the dance floor. The music was upbeat, and other people had already started to dance. He spun you around and pulled you close, the energy of the music and the crowd around you adding to the excitement.

"Let's show them how it's done, mi amor," he whispered in your ear, his voice warm and inviting. With a playful twirl, he brought you into a close dance, his hands steady on your waist.

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Preference: You're injured

Resident Evil Characters X Fem!Reader

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Luis Serra, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira & Chris Redfield.

Requested ✅

Leon Kennedy:

Leon glances over at you, his expression tense as he assesses the situation. "Just stay close," he says. "Stick together, and watch each other's backs." He brandishes his knife, ready to fend off the Ganados.

"I don't think we'll be able to kill them all-" You're about to finish your sentence when a Ganado comes up from behind you, to which you have barely any time to react. "Y/N!" Leon calls out. You spin around just in time to see the Ganado lunging at you. Acting quickly, Leon pushes you out of harm's way and swings his knife, severing the Ganado's arm.

"Let's get out of here before more of them show up," you suggest, to which Leon nods and the two of you start to make a break for it.

After narrowly escaping the horde of Ganados, you and Leon find an abandoned building. As both of you catch your breath, you suddenly wince in pain, clutching your arm where a deep gash is bleeding profusely.

Leon notices and rushes to your side. "You're injured," Leon observes, concern evident in his voice as he gently examines your wound. Leon quickly rummages through his pack, pulling out a first aid kit. "Hold still," he instructs. You nod, grimacing against the pain.

His hands work carefully as he cleans and bandages your wound, his touch gentle yet firm. Leon's focused expression softens as he tends to your injury, his touch bringing some form of comfort to you.

"Thanks, Leon," you say, offering him a weak smile as he finishes dressing your wound. He returns the smile, albeit a bit strained. His gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer, making sure you're not injured anywhere else.

As the adrenaline begins to fade away, you feel a wave of exhaustion wash over you. Leon sees this and silently offers you a shoulder to lean on. You gratefully accept, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Leon asks softly, his voice filled with genuine concern as he looks down at you. "Yeah, I think so," you reply.

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Luis Serra:

Your heart races as you find yourself surrounded by a group of snarling Ganados in the abandoned house. You fumble for your gun but the sheer number overwhelms you. Fear grips you as you realise you probably won't make it out.

But you hear a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" Luis comes into view and with steady hands, he aims his gun and fires, each shot hitting another Ganado.

You feel relieved but that joy is short-lived because as the last Ganado collapses to the ground, it lunges at you; its claws tear through your flesh. You cry out in pain, feeling hot blood trickle down your leg.

Luis reacts swiftly, putting down the creature with one final shot. He rushes to your side, concern etched on his face as he assesses your injuries. "Cariña, are you alright?" he asks, voice filled with worry.

You nod weakly, trying to stand up. Luis gently supports you, his strong arms steadying you as you struggle to stand. "Easy now," he murmurs, his gaze soft and caring. With his support, you manage to rise to your feet. Luis keeps a close eye on you, his concern evident as he guides you out of the house to a safer spot.

As you both make your way out of the abandoned house, Luis keeps a protective arm around you. The adrenaline begins to fade, and the reality of your injuries sets in. You wince with each step, but Luis supports your weight with his body.

You find a relatively safe spot to rest, away from any potential threats. Luis carefully inspects your wound, his brow furrowing with concern as he assesses the damage. "I'm going to have to patch you up, okay?" he says, his voice firm but gentle. He starts rummaging through his pack, searching for supplies to tend to your injury.

As he begins to dress your wound, his touch is surprisingly gentle, his focus unwavering. Nothing is said between you two, but you don't feel the need to speak - it's a comfortable silence. When he finishes dressing your wound, he meets your gaze with a reassuring smile.

"Thank you," you whisper softly, your voice barely above a breath. Without a word, he pulls you into a tender embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You lean in, closing the gap between you, and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

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Jill Valentine:

Jill instinctively steps forward, hiding your body behind hers. "Stay behind me," Jill whispers, her voice remaining steady despite the current situation.

You have no time to even respond as the B.O.W from earlier - Nemesis - lunges forward, coming right at you both. Without thinking, you push Jill to the side and you both fall to the ground - out of the creature's reach.

Jill quickly rises to her feet, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with her. "We need to find a way out of here," you say, scanning the area for any possible escape routes. Jill nods, her expression determined as she grips her weapon tightly. Together, you make a dash for the nearest alley.

When you can no longer see or hear the B.O.W, you and Jill stop to catch your breath, leaning against the wall of a building that appeared to have been some sort of restaurant before this whole mess.

"Are you alright, darling?" Jill asks, concern etched in her voice as she checks you for any injuries.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you reply, though the close encounter with Nemesis has left you quite shaken.

Jill pulls a slight face, as if not believing your words. She takes a closer look at you and as she looks at your shirt, she realises, "Y/N, you're bleeding."

"I am?" You glance down at your shirt, noticing the stain spreading across the fabric. "That thing must've got me earlier." You shrug, trying to downplay the injury but as the adrenaline fades, the pain worsens.

Jill's expression softens, her concern deepening. "Let me see," she insists, gently lifting the edge of your shirt to look at the wound.

Jill carefully inspects the wound, her brows furrowing in concern. "It's not too deep, but we need to clean and bandage it quickly," she says, her voice firm, leaving no room to argue. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a first aid kit, efficiently cleaning the wound and applying antiseptic before carefully bandaging it up.

Not long after, she's done. "Thanks, Jill," you say softly. She looks down at you, her eyes softening with a small smile. "Of course, darling," she replies.

Gently, she reaches out and cups your cheek, drawing you closer to her. And without another word, you lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips against hers in a lingering kiss.

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Carlos Oliveira:

In your cozy kitchen, Carlos and you are cooking together, getting ready for a fun night. You joke around as you chop some vegetables, but as you laugh at another one of Carlos' stupid jokes, you fail to pay attention to what you're supposed to be cutting.

Looking away from the vegetables for a split second, you manage to accidentally cut your palm with the knife. Pain shoots through you and you wince, dropping the knife with a clatter.

"Fuck!" you exclaim, clutching your hand to your chest as blood begins to seep from the wound. Carlos's laughter dies away instantly, replaced by a look of concern as he rushes to your side. "Hey, are you okay? Let me see."

You wince as he takes your hand in his, examining the cut with furrowed brows. "It's not too bad," he says, his voice gentle yet reassuring. "But we should clean it up so it doesn't get infected."

He gets you some paper towel to try to stop the bleeding and while you try to stem the bleeding, he goes to grab the first aid kit. With his steady hands, he cleans the wound carefully, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Thanks, Carlos," you murmur, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief.

He smiles warmly, his brown eyes softening. "No problem, mi amor. Just be more careful next time, okay?"

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Chris Redfield:

You and Chris are on holiday in a small cabin in the middle of the woods, a place for you to get away from your busy, demanding life. This was the perfect place as it was quiet and a way for you to just relax.

Next to you, Chris is fast asleep but you find yourself restless and unable to fall asleep. With a sigh, you slip out of bed, deciding to go for a quick walk to clear your head.

After what felt like a couple minutes, you start going back towards the cabin but lost in thought, you fail to notice the tree roots in front of you. With a sudden jolt, you stumble, pain shooting from your ankle and up your leg as you crash to the ground. You struggle to stand as the pain overwhelms you.

You manage to lean against a nearby tree and start thinking about how you're going to get back now. Just as you're about to rise and start limping the rest of the way back, you see what looks like a flashlight in the distance and a familiar voice call out, "Y/N!" It's Chris.

"Here!" you call back.

You hear his pace quicken, coming in your direction. As Chris approaches, concern etched on his face, he looks at you and notices something is wrong. "What are you doing out here so late? Are you hurt?" he asks, crouching down beside you.

You wince, trying to hide the pain in your ankle. "I... I tripped over some roots," you admit sheepishly, trying to brush it off as nothing serious.

Chris's expression softens as he gently examines your ankle. "Let me take a look," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's swollen," he observes, his brows furrowing slightly with concern. "Let me help you back to the cabin and then we can ice that ankle," he offers, gently lifting you up and supporting you as you hobble back. He wraps an arm around you protectively, guiding you every step of the way.

As you reach the cabin, Chris helps you settle onto the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. Moments later, he returns with a bag of ice and a makeshift wrap.

"Here, let's get this on your ankle," Chris says, kneeling beside you and carefully placing the ice pack on the injured area. His touch is gentle yet firm, comforting you despite the pain.

"Thank you, Chris," you say, to which he smiles warmly.

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Not really a request, just wanted to say that I LOVE your Vlad Tepes piece. I adore him but there's not too much on him for fanfic and ive read through what there is, lmao He's my husband fr fr But seriously, you write well! As a vampire, I'd probably just starve myself too like the reader in that piece lmao

sorry I've just seen this but thank you so much!! <33

and yeah there totally aren't enough fics for him. people really need to make more honestly (or maybe I will lmao who knows)

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Betrayal - Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

Summary: You are secretly Deathstroke's daughter, which Dick doesn't know. This secret ultimately leads to your death.

Word Count: 2,932

⚠️ Warnings: Death.

You were about to do something you never wanted to do - betray Dick and the rest of the team.

This wasn't meant to happen. You weren't meant to get so attached to them but it happened and everything was really starting to set in. The emotions, the memories, the realisation, everything.

This had all started as a task that your father had assigned you: join the Titans, gather information about them and report back to him. You never would've expected it'd all go so wrong. When you first met Dick and Kory, you were 'fighting' your father. They had seen what was happening and stepped in to help you. Your father ended up escaping and running away as part of the plan. After the fight, Dick came up to you, asking whether you'd like to join the team as you apparently had a lot of potential. Obviously, you agreed as that was part of the plan and it all seemed to be going your way.

Until this moment. The Titans were like your second family, they were a better version of the one you had grown up with. And Dick - you hadn't meant to and you never even would've thought it'd be a possibility but you'd fallen in love with him. The thought of betraying him, of breaking his trust, tore at your heart. The bond you had formed with Dick and the team seemed unbreakable, yet there you were, about to ruin it all.

This wasn't what you wanted. At all. But you had to do it or else your father would kill you and they would definitely be next. You would sacrifice yourself without a second thought if it meant not betraying them but you knew the second your father got rid of you, the team would be next, which you didn't want. And you knew your father would do it as he was extremely powerful. He was Deathstroke.

You woke up in the morning, Dick sleeping peacefully by your side. If only he knew what was going to happen soon. "I love you so much, Dick," you quietly whisper, careful not to wake Dick. You slipped out of bed but then heard a sound from behind you. You turned around as Dick stirred in bed, mumbling, "Where are you going, Y/N?"

"I'm just going to get some fresh air. I'll be back soon," you responded. You didn't get a reply so you assumed Dick had already fallen back asleep. Slowly, you started to walk to the elevator to leave the building. Every step felt heavier than the last as you prepared yourself for the task ahead. You knew there was no turning back now.

The plan was: meet up with your father without anyone noticing, tell him all the information you know, prepare to attack the team and then do it. You didn't want to but you knew it was the best way to keep them safe, away from death. Besides, it's not like you were actually going to tell your father the truth, not the whole truth anyway. You knew the Titans were strong but they could also use the extra help as your father was really strong, even for such a team.

As you reached the designated meeting spot, conflicting emotions swirled within you. The weight of your betrayal hung heavy on your shoulders and you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at you.

Arriving at the meeting point, you scanned the area cautiously. It was a dark, sketchy alley. Typical of your father; he usually tries to avoid prying eyes for these things as he doesn't want anyone to know what he's planning. Deathstroke stood in the shadows, a menacing presence - but one you'd grown used to. Suppressing a shiver, you approached him with a forced air of confidence.

"Y/N," he greeted you with a cold nod. "So tell me, what have you learned? And make sure to not leave out any details as it could be vital to our mission."

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before carefully relaying the information you had gathered about the Titans' strengths, weaknesses, and plans. You left out certain details, knowing that revealing too much could put the team in grave danger.

Deathstroke listened closely, his gaze never leaving your face. When you finished, he nodded in approval. "Good. You've done well, Y/N. Now, it's time to put your loyalty to the test."

Your heart sank as he outlined the plan to ambush the Titans. As you listened, your mind raced with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, you knew this was necessary to protect the team from your father. On the other hand, you couldn't bear the thought of facing Dick and the others in battle, knowing you were the one who orchestrated it.

But there was no turning back now. You had to see this through, no matter the cost. Steeling yourself, you nodded in agreement, masking your hesitation and guilt behind a facade of determination.

As you made your way back to Titans Tower, the weight of your impending betrayal felt heavier than ever. Every step was a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the choice you were about to make. Should you be doing this? Is this really the only way to keep them safe? Your mind raced with these thoughts, trying to come up with other solutions - but nothing. You had to go through with the plan.

When you arrived, the atmosphere in the tower felt different. As you entered the common area, you noticed Dick sat on the couch, his expression a mixture of concern and anticipation. It appeared as though he'd been waiting for you.

"Hey, Dick," you said, realising he still hadn't noticed you were back. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his gaze locking on you. He stood up from the couch abruptly, starting to walk over to you. "Y/N, where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "I woke up and you were gone. Is everything okay?"

You forced a smile, trying to push down the guilt clawing at your insides. "I'm fine, Dick. Just.. needed some time to clear my head."

He studied you for a moment as if trying to decide whether what you were saying was really the truth. "Okay," he said finally, though his expression still held a hint of scepticism. "Just... let me know when you're leaving next time, okay?"

Dick's concern only added to the weight of your guilt. How could you look him in the eye and lie, knowing what you were about to do? But you couldn't afford to let your emotions get the best of you now.

You nodded, swallowing hard against the lump forming in your throat. "I will," you promised, unable to meet his gaze for long before the guilt threatened to overwhelm you. You forced a smile onto your face, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to your room.

How could you betray someone who cared about you so deeply? However, you also had no choice. It was either them or you, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing them.

A few hours went by and the sky turned dark, the city lights being the only thing illuminating the roads. The moon reflected onto a small puddle of water below and slowly but surely, Deathstroke's plan went into motion.

You had left the tower, and now stood side by side with your father. It was a dark and empty road, a contrast to the usual hustle and bustle of the city. This was, however, perfect for your father as it meant no one was around to see what was about to go down.

As a part of the plan, you would have to lure the Titans here and you knew exactly how. You took out your phone, dialling Dick's number. You look down at the picture you set for his contact - a picture of you and him when you first started dating. You both looked so happy, smiling at each other without a care in the world. The memory threatened to overwhelm you as you waited for him to pick up.

"Y/N?" Dick's voice sounded concerned on the other end of the line. "Is everything alright?"

You closed your eyes, steeling yourself against the ache in your chest. "Dick, I need your help," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm in trouble. Please, you have to come quickly."

There was a moment of silence, and you could practically hear the gears turning in Dick's head. "Where are you?" he asked urgently. "I'm on my way."

You gave him the location, your heart breaking with every word you spoke. This was it. The point of no return. You had to see this through, no matter how much it tore you apart inside.

As you hung up the phone, you turned to face your father, steeling yourself for what was to come. He nodded in approval, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"They're on their way," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you.

Sure enough, moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the empty alley. Dick emerged from the darkness, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. You were sure he would've brought the team with him but apparently not. You just hoped your father wouldn't be too mad.

"Dick!" you called out, forcing yourself to sound panicked. "Over here!"

As he approached, you could see the worry in Dick's eyes, the concern etched into his features. You wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and tell him the truth but it was too late for that now.

"What's going on?" Dick asked, his voice tight with worry. "Are you okay?"

Before you could respond, Deathstroke stepped out of the shadows, his presence casting a chill over the alley. Dick visibly tensed, readying himself for a fight.

"Y/N," Dick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's he doing here?"

Deathstroke spoke up, his voice low and menacing. "I'm here because she's finally realised where her loyalty lies. And that's with her father." He turned to you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure. Every instinct screamed at you to tell Dick the truth, to beg for his forgiveness and plead for his understanding. But you knew that wasn't an option. Not with Deathstroke watching your every move.

"I'm sorry, Dick," you whispered, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "I had no choice."

Dick's expression shifted from confusion to betrayal, his eyes narrowing with hurt and anger. "Y/N, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

You took a step back, unable to meet his gaze as the weight of your betrayal bore down on you. "I'm sorry," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper. "I had to do this to protect you."

Dick's eyes widened in disbelief, the hurt etched deep into his features. "Protect me?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Y/N, how could you...?" He couldn't even seem to be able to look at you at that moment, it hurt him too much. "I loved you! I let myself fucking fall in love with you! And what? All that time that I thought you loved me too, was it all a lie?"

As Dick's words pierced through you like a knife, tears streamed down your face, mingling with the rain that had started to fall. "No! I do love you, Dick. That's why I did what I did. You probably won't understand why and most likely never will but I don't expect you to," you choked out, your voice breaking with emotion.

You had to do it. You knew if you went against your father he'd kill them - the Titans, your second family. Dick, you'd fallen in love with him. You couldn't let your father kill him or the team. You couldn't bring yourself to meet Dick's gaze, the guilt weighing you down like an anchor.

As the tension in the air reached its breaking point, Deathstroke stepped forward, his presence a menacing reminder of the consequences of your actions. "Enough," he growled, his voice dripping with malice. "It's time to finish what we started."

With a swift movement, Deathstroke lunged forward, his blade aimed directly at Dick. You stood frozen, watching in horror as Deathstroke's blade sliced through the air, aimed directly at Dick. In that split second, everything seemed to slow down, each heartbeat echoing in your ears. But you couldn't just stand there and watch.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself in front of him, your body acting on instinct alone.

You gasped, the air knocked from your lungs as you felt Deathstroke's blade pierce through your chest. Your father retracted the blade, his eyes widening in horror as he realised what he'd just done. You stumbled backwards, falling, but Dick caught you in his arms. As you collapsed against Dick, pain erupted throughout your body, radiating from your wound. His arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close as if he could shield you from the agony coursing through you.

"Y/N!" Dick's voice was laced with panic and despair as he cradled you, his hands trembling against your skin. Dick's anguished cries echoed in your ears, but you couldn't focus on anything but the searing pain that consumed you. Blood pooled beneath you, staining the ground as the world around you blurred and dimmed. "I'm so sorry, Dick," you managed to whisper, your voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. Tears streamed down your face as you looked up at him, every fibre of your being aching with regret and sorrow. "I never wanted any of this. I never wanted to hurt you."

Dick's grip on you tightened, his own tears mixing with yours as he pressed a shaky kiss to your forehead. "Shh, Y/N, don't talk like that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be okay. You have to be okay."

But even as Dick's words washed over you, you knew the truth. Your strength was diminishing with every passing second, the darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision, claiming you. You fought against it, for Dick, for the love you shared, but the battle seemed futile.

"I love you, Dick," you whispered, your voice barely audible now, strained with effort. "I'm sorry."

His heartbroken gaze bore into yours, filled with a mixture of love, anguish, and disbelief. "No, Y/N, please, don't leave me," he pleaded, his voice breaking as he clung to the hope that this nightmare would end, that you would somehow defy the odds.

You clung desperately to Dick's presence, his touch, his warmth, as if they were the only things anchoring you to the world because they really were. You wanted to reassure him, to ease his pain, but each breath became more laboured, each heartbeat fainter.

"I can't lose you," Dick's voice cracked, his hands trembling as he pressed against the wound, as if trying to stop the flow of your life slipping away. "Please, Y/N, stay with me."

Dick's grip on you tightened further, his anguish palpable as he struggled to accept the inevitable. "I can't do this without you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion. "You're my everything."

Tears continued to stream down your face as you fought to hold onto consciousness, to hold onto Dick for as long as you could. "You're stronger than you think, Dick," you managed to say, your words coming out in strained gasps. You desperately wanted to stay, to fight alongside Dick, but it was beyond your control now.

"I love you, Y/N," Dick whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, savouring the bittersweet taste of your love. "Always and forever." His heart shattered with each passing moment, knowing that he was about to lose the person who meant the world to him.

You mustered a faint smile, pouring every ounce of love you had for him into that expression. "I'll love you always, Richard Grayson," you whispered, your voice barely audible now.

A sense of peace washed over you, enveloping you like a comforting embrace, as you surrendered to the inevitable. With one final, trembling breath, your eyelids fluttered closed, sealing your fate.

As your eyelids fluttered closed, a heavy silence descended upon the scene, broken only by Dick's choked sobs as he held onto your lifeless form. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, torn apart by grief and guilt.

Time seemed to freeze around Dick as he clung to the memory of your warmth, the sound of your laughter, and the feeling of your touch but reality crashed down upon him with brutal force. Dick remained by your side, unwilling to let go, unable to accept that you were truly gone. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as he grappled with the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him whole.

In the aftermath, Dick would often find himself standing beside your grave. To him, it was a constant reminder of his failure to protect you and save you from harm. He would have given anything to turn back time and rewrite the events that led to your death. But he couldn't.

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Return - Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine X Fem!Reader

Summary: Jill finally comes back to you after being away for a mission.

Word Count: 716

Jill was a bit hesitant to open the door of your new apartment. She hadn't seen you since starting her mission.

It was late at night. Probably somewhere around 1 am. Jill knew you were probably asleep but she couldn't wait to see you finally, after all these weeks.

Once she opened the door, she walked in and closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it. She took off her grey wool cardigan, draping it against the couch and just calling out to see if you were awake. "Hello?"

You ran down the stairs as fast as you could without falling. You could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Jill?" you ask, looking up to be met with the sight of your beautiful fiancee. You had to make sure it was her.

She smiles as she looks at you. You had stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey there, beautiful. Surprised that I survived?"

You wrap your arms around her neck, holding her in a tight hug. "No. I knew you'd make it." Your girlfriend was strong. You knew she'd always find a way back to you, no matter what.

She chuckles and pulls you into a proper embrace, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. After she pulled back, she placed her hands on your hips. "Oh? And how did you know I'd survive?"

"Because you're one of the strongest people I know," you respond, looking up at her, smiling. While doing this, you also slightly check her out. You just couldn't help it.

Jill blushes, a bit of red blushing forming on her cheeks. "Oh come on, you're making me blush."

She smiles, leaning in even closer to you, taking in your scent that she missed so much while she was gone. "I'm just glad I made it back to you though," she tells you.

"Me too... I love you, Jill." You close the distance between you two as you lean in to kiss her. She grins and meets your lips with her own, kissing you deeply and passionately. It had been so long since you kissed and she was glad it was happening now. She then starts to slowly guide you to the couch, pushing lightly on your lower back.

"I love you too... Now, we have a LOT of catching up to do."

You spent a long time on that couch, catching up on all of the things that you both had missed over the past couple of weeks. As you spoke, Jill's gaze was full of admiration and love. She had a natural charm to her and you were slightly distracted with how hot she was.

After a while, Jill notices how you're starting to look visibly tired. "Hey, why don't you rest your head on my lap? You look really tired." Jill smiles and gently pats your shoulder, motioning for you to sit on her lap. "It's okay, Y/N."

She looks at you with a look of concern as she sees the dark circles under your eyes. You had stayed up late again, wondering when you'd next see your fiancee, or if you would even see her. The lack of sleep was finally getting to you.

You didn't need to be told twice as you lay your head in her lap. You felt a lot more relaxed and comfortable now. After just a couple of seconds of resting your head, you fall asleep on Jill's lap. Jill gently wraps her arms around you and strokes your hair with one of her hands.

After another hour of stroking your hair, Jill eventually whispers towards you. "Y/N... Y/N, sweetheart? Wake up, you have to go to sleep in the bed."

She then tries to wake you up, gently shaking your shoulder, hoping it would work. After about a minute or so, she decides that it's pointless. So, she stands up and lifts you in her arms. She carries you bridal style, into the bedroom.

She tucks you nicely into the bed, before getting into it herself. Once she gets in, she starts playing with the hair on your head, just wanting to admire your natural beauty. Eventually, she feels herself drifting off to sleep as well. She falls asleep with you safe and protected in her arms.

[kisses-for-you]

Nemesis - Carlos Oliveira

Carlos Oliveira X GN!Reader

Summary: During a fight with a creature known as 'Nemesis', you get injured but you try to hide it from Carlos.

Word Count: 1,839

You and Carlos had been trying to find more survivors to gather at the train station, fighting off a lot of undead on your search. The undead, however, were not the only problem.

A tyrant, whose name you learned was Nemesis, was another problem to add to your list.

While roaming the streets of Raccoon City, you hear loud footsteps behind you and Carlos. It can't possibly be more zombies because they're not that loud, so what the hell is it?

You and Carlos turn around and you're met with a terrifying sight. It appears to be a towering, mutated monstrosity with gruesome deformities and a grotesque appearance. Its head is elongated, and its skull is exposed, revealing pulsating, mutated brain tissue. Its mouth is filled with sharp teeth, giving it a menacing and carnivorous appearance. It's wearing a tattered trench coat and looks well over 7 feet tall, making it a literal giant compared to you.

"What the fuck?.." you mutter under your breath, disgusted but more scared than anything.

The creature held a menacing glare as it stared at both of you, just a few mere feet in front of it.

Your breathing becomes faster and more shallow as your heart pounds in your chest. You don't move a single muscle, unsure of what's going to come next.

You glance over at Carlos on your left, who seems to be keeping his composure pretty well. How the fuck can he look so calm?

You have no time to think before Nemesis lunges forward, coming right at you both. Carlos dodges and goes to the left, but you happen to go to the right.

Nemesis whips around, turning to Carlos. You have to do something. And fast.

You decide to whistle at Nemesis, catching its attention, and making it look at you.

"Here, boy!" you call out to it as if it were a dog.

This seems to work though because it starts heading towards you. You start to realise that you seriously didn't think this one through.

Having no idea what to do, your feet stay glued to the ground. All you can do is stand and watch as it gets closer, ready to kill you.

You clench your fists as you feel your palms slowly start sweating. All the anxiety and fear was finally getting to you.

"Y/N!" Carlos shouts to you, moments before Nemesis throws you against a nearby wall.

After being violently hurled against the wall, you crumpled to the ground, clutching your aching ribs. Your face contorted in pain as your heartbeat pounded in your ears, drowning out the distant sounds of Carlos, who was now shooting at Nemesis.

You slowly begin to feel a warm substance coming out of your side. You winced as you clutched your side, where a jagged shard of metal had pierced your flesh. Blood welled around the foreign object. Luckily for you, you were wearing nearly all black clothes, meaning it at least wouldn't stain.

Each breath sent waves of excruciating pain through your body but you weren't the type to give up so easily.

You pull the object out carefully, not wanting to do any further damage. You didn't want Carlos to know about this. You didn't want to make him worry any more than he already was. Sure, it wouldn't necessarily be easy to keep a secret, you could certainly try, however.

You zip up your leather jacket, hoping it will do the job and hide your injury.

You look up and see Nemesis starting to kneel on the ground, clearly stunned by one of Carlos' shots. As soon as Carlos knows it's down, he runs over to you.

"Hey, you good?" he asks, his face tightened with concern as he watched you sitting up against the wall.

You give him a small nod and reply with your most reassuring tone, "Yeah, I'm fine. My ribs just kinda hurt."

You hear him let out a deep sigh before placing a hand on your shoulder and speaking to you, "Come on. I'm taking you back to the station to get you checked out. We need to make sure it's nothing serious."

"I told you. I'm fine." You snapped, accidently.

You don't want to go back because you know he'll realise what happened. And you don't want that. It'll just stress him out even more.

"They'll probably just tell you that you got a bruised rib or something. Let's go, Y/N."

You want to argue back, say that you don't want to go, but you realise that'll just make it more suspicious.

"Fine." You mutter as you finally begin to get up.

You clenched your jaw, determined not to let a whimper escape your lips. Your knuckles turned white as you balled your hand into a fist.

You slightly lose your balance, however, Carlos is right there to catch you. One of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place. This kind of gives you butterflies.

"It's okay, I got you. You sure you're okay?" he asks you, once again, now more concerned than before.

"I'm sure. Thanks, Carlos," you reply, not even hesitating to lie right to his face.

Carlos doesn't look convinced as his brows slightly furrow, but he decides to just ignore the nagging feeling that there's something else you're not telling him.

You felt yourself slightly weakening from the loss of blood, though you tried your best not to show it.

Carlos starts to walk back to the station, before turning around to look at you and asking in a teasing tone, "Can you walk or do you want me to carry you?"

You roll your eyes playfully at him before giving him a small, forced smile, "I can walk perfectly fine by myself, Carlos."

He nods and turns back around, in the direction of the station. You manage to catch up with him, now walking at the same pace together.

You made sure your jacket stayed in place, not showing off your weakness to anyone or anything. You also try to minimize any movements that might reveal your ache and discomfort.

You finally get to the station after a couple of minutes of trying to hide the excruciating pain you are currently experiencing.

As soon as Carlos closes the gate, your knees suddenly feel wobbly, like they've turned to jelly. You try to hold yourself up by leaning against the wall, but it's no use and your knees suddenly give way, causing you to lose your balance and collapse onto the hard floor.

Carlos hears a thud behind him and turns around to investigate. You were sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, and clutching your side. You were incredibly pale, and you looked like you could pass out at any given moment.

His brows shoot up and his eyes widen as he rushes over to you, kneeling on the ground. "Y/N? Are you okay?"

You grunt in pain, slightly shaking your head, before undoing your jacket and lifting your shirt, revealing your wound that was still bleeding heavily.

He looks even more surprised as he glances over at the wound, inspecting it. "Y/N, this is serious! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" His tone was worried, but you could hear a hint of anger as well.

"I didn't want to make you worry..." You start to trail off, realising you don't necessarily have the best excuse.

"God, you absolute idiot," He mutters quietly under his breath before continuing to speak normally, "I'm going to get some supplies. I won't be long so just don't die on me, okay?"

You look up at him, getting more tired by the second. All you can do is give him a small, simple nod.

"Good," he says, before getting up to go grab supplies.

You watch him leave then you look down at your hand, which is holding the wound on your side. It was completely covered in blood. There was nothing you could do right now to try to stop the bleeding. Just hope and pray Carlos gets back soon.

Your vision blurred and your limbs felt heavy. You fought desperately to stay awake. The world around you seemed to spin in slow motion, and every breath was a battle.

Your eyelids, like lead weights, threatened to close with each passing second. Your thoughts grew foggy, and you struggled to concentrate, your mind slipping into a hazy abyss.

Cold sweat dotted your pale forehead, and your pulse, weak and thready, echoed in your ears like a distant drumbeat.

Despite the pain and dizziness, you clenched your teeth, determined to remain conscious, knowing that surrendering to the beckoning darkness might just mean you'll never get to see Carlos again.

You still had so much to tell him. How much you love him, and how much you want to be with him. There was a whole list of things you still had left to say and there was no way you were leaving without telling him every single one of them.

You heard footsteps coming towards you, but your vision was so blurry that you could barely make out who it was.

"Y/N?..." the figure next to you calls out your name. Their voice sounds so distant, even though they're so close.

You feel some pressure on your side, realising the person there was taking care of your wound.

You tried to say something, do something, anything to show that you were still here. But to no avail. Your limbs were heavy and completely unresponsive.

Each shallow breath you drew seemed to slip away like a fading whisper, and your chest rose and fell with diminishing effort.

You could feel a hand start to shake your shoulder. The touch sent warmth radiating through your skin.

They called out your name, this time, however, they didn't sound so distant. They sounded closer. With each breath that you took, it felt like life was slowly coming back to you.

You open your eyes, your vision is no longer blurry and when you look up, you're met with the familiar comforting, brown eyes that you've grown to love.

"Carlos?" You say his name, almost like a question, making sure it's him.

His strong arms enveloped you, providing a protective hold that made you feel as if nothing else mattered right now.

You slightly wince as you hug him back, your wound causing you more pain. Carlos notices and pulls away.

You look closely at his face and notice his eyes, which glistened with unshed tears, reflecting the light like dewdrops.

"I- I'm so glad you're okay. I thought I lost you, Y/N... Please, promise me that you won't pull another stunt like that ever again." His voice practically begged.

He was worried and scared, he didn't want to lose you. He couldn't.

"I promise, Carlos. I'm sorry."

His lips curled into a gentle, small smile and he mumbled something. You could just about make it out.

"I love you."