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Hi!! Saw your requests we open so I thought i’d send one in <3

So we know Buck loves kids right? Can we get a fic where the reader is a single mom and Buck meets her kid for the first time? Thank you!

BALL OF SUNSHINE - E.BUCKLEY

buck absolutely loved kids. so when your ex-husband throws a wrench in your plans he’s more than happy to finally meet the little boy you won’t stop talking about.

WARNINGS: single mother!reader, horrible ex-husband!oc, son!oc

evan buckley x fem!reader Il fluff? Il 2.8k Il requests open!

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope this was okay <3

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“You know that I can’t pick him up today,” You sigh into your phone’s receiver with an exasperated expression, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. “You have my work schedule, you knew that I’m working ‘til seven,”

It was always like this, even before the divorce. Aaron just seemed to have an inherent talent of getting on your nerves and uprooting your schedules.

“Look,” You sigh heavily, dragging your palm down your face. “Either you pick up Matthew like we’ve arranged for the past five years, or you don’t see him at all.”

You can hear Aaron’s tone shift instantly through the phone speaker and he becomes enraged at your comment. “You have no right to keep him away from me. Just because you decided to leave me doesn’t mean that I’m not still his father!”

“Then be his father! Pick him up from school like you’re supposed to and look after him until my shift is over. You know how this works.” You’re pacing up and down the break area by now, thankful that you were the only one on the upper floor.

“Well I can’t just pick Matthew up from school today. Things have come up.” Aaron hisses into the phone.

“What has come up Aaron? something more important than your own child?”

“I have a date, okay?” Aaron answers angrily. “I’m meeting with some girl for coffee. Can’t I have a life too? You’re the one who decided to divorce me, remember?”

“You’re a father, Matthew is more important than a date with a girl that might not even go anywhere,” You’re becoming increasingly frustrated at his attitude, and it’s very quickly reminding you of why you divorced him in the first place.

“I know I’m a father but I’m trying to move on with my life! I can’t be expected to just drop everything every time I'm needed. I have my own life and wants too!” His tone carries a noticeable edge as he replies to you, and you can practically picture the look on his face.

“He’s a five year old Aaron. It’s not like he can get home by himself.”

“Then get a maid or babysitter or something, I don’t care! I’m sure you’ve got plenty of options. Or how about you change your goddamn shift so that you can pick him up? It can’t be that hard to switch with someone for once.”

“That’s not how my job works and you know it.” You press your lips taut into a line in attempt to keep your seething anger suppressed.

“Whatever…” Aaron snaps back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m busy tonight, so you’re just going to have to figure this thing out yourself. I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“Aaron-” You don’t even have the chance to get his whole name out of your mouth before the end dial echoes out of your phone speaker, and you have half the mind to throw it at the wall out of frustration.

If you’d told your sixteen year old self that you’d be a single mother and divorcee at 22 you’re sure you would have laughed in your own face.

Yet here you were 26 years into your miserable life and four years rid of the parasite that is your ex-husband. The only silver lining was Matthew, and that was only because he was basically the definition of a perfect child.

“You good?” Buck’s voice pulls you out of your moment of self-beration as he rounds the stairs up to the lounge area, a concerned expression on his face.

You turn sharply at his voice, jolted out of your own mind once you realise that there are in fact other people walking around. “Yeah I’m- Fine,”

His face softens slightly and he asks with genuine concern, “You sure? Aaron getting on your nerves again?”

You sigh heavily at Buck’s question, dragging your palm down your face as you shove your phone in your pocket. “He bailed out of picking up Matthew from school and I don’t get off shift ‘til seven,”

Buck notices the change in your mannerisms and can practically feel the waves of frustration emanating from your body. You look like you just want to curl up into a ball and have a good long cry.

He can't help but feel bad at seeing this side of you. You're normally so strong and independent, yet here you are now feeling like a complete mess because of this situation. “I'm sorry...”

“It’s fine, I’ll figure something out-“

“It's not fine.” Buck replies softly. You're clearly unhappy. And he can't stand to see you like this. "We can bring him back to the station? He loves firefighters right?"

You shake your head quickly as you shut down his idea, raking a hand through your hair. “I don’t even know if Bobby would allow him to stay here-”

“Bobby wouldn't say no. He loves kids you know that, and everyone on the team’s been wanting to meet him for ages. Plus we could always just bring him along on a call or something. It's the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, it's not like we're going to be busy with anything major. Just something small or a car accident, nothing that would be dangerous...” Buck seems convinced by his own idea.

“I don’t know Buck-“ You purse your lips awkwardly at his suggestion, finding hesitance both out of anxiety of Matthew inconveniencing the team and also because it could possibly put his safety in jeopardy if you were to take him on a call with you and something happened.

“C'mon, it would only be for a little while. I’m sure Matthew would love to get to ride in the fire truck. He'd be the coolest kid in his class. Besides, he'd be safe, we'd make sure of that. It wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience either. We'd all love to meet him.” Buck dismisses your concerns with a small shake of his head, gently pushing his idea for what could be a fun day for Matthew in the wake of his father’s failure.

And as much as you wanted to deny his ideas, you didn’t really have any other option.

“I’ll speak to Bobby about it,”

—

You climb into the back of the fire truck with a small sigh. You’d really let Buck convince you into bringing your five-year-old to work with you.

You’d been most surprised at the willingness from Bobby to allow him in the station, although you suppose Chris had opened him up to the idea with how often he was here with Eddie.

Buck smiles as he gets into the driving seat and starts the engine, apparently not satisfied with just seeing him at the station, but wanting to be the first one on the team to meet him.

Bucks inherent love for kids was always quite funny to you considering the fact that he’d never actually talked about having kids of his own, but if the way he acted with Chris was any indication, you knew Matthew would be in good hands.

You pull on your headset as Buck revs the truck’s engine ready to head off to Matthew’s school, shaking your head at him even though he can’t see it. “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“What can I say? I try my best to make everything better,” Buck chuckles from the driver’s seat. “It’s no big deal. I’m glad to do it. Plus, this way I get the little ‘ball of sunshine’ you keep raving about,”

You laugh softly into the microphone at Buck’s enthusiasm at picking Matthew up from school. “He’ll probably be just as excited to meet all of you-”

Buck smiles softly at your laughter as the truck pulls out of the station, making a mental note to bring up Matthew around you more. Just seeing you genuinely happy and laughing is enough to fill him with joy.

You arrive at Matthew’s school soon enough, with Buck pulling up the truck right at the entrance of the school, where a handful of kids are standing in a group in the afternoon sun waiting for their parents to pick them up.

Buck rolls the window down once he’s parked, watching as you pull open the side door to get out of the truck, holding your hand perpendicular to your eyebrows to block the sun from your eyes as you scan the group of kids for your son.

“Mommy!” A small boy smiles excitedly and waves enthusiastically at you as the rest of the kids on the sidewalk start pointing and whispering to each other, and he runs over to the firetruck with his arms extended in your direction.

Buck guesses that must be Matthew, and he is just as goddamn adorable as you’d described him to be. He was almost the spitting image of you, hair colour, eye colour and all, the perfect little mini-you.

“Hey baby! How was school?” You pick the boy up enthusiastically, holding him on your hip as you press kisses all over his face. Buck swears he melts at the sight.

“Good!” Matthew giggles as he wraps his arms around you. “Why are you here mommy? I thought you were working?” He says excitedly as he looks from you to the firetruck and at Buck, who is leaning against the open window of the truck with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

“Daddy was a bit busy so he couldn’t pick you up today, so Buck had the idea to pick you up in the truck, cool right?” You point towards Buck with a small smile as you move a small section of hair from his forehead, downplaying how dismissive Aaron had been about picking Matthew up from school.

You point in Buck’s direction as you mention him, bouncing Matthew gently in your arms as you walk over to the open window, and Buck gives him a little wave that Matthew eagerly returns with a smile.

“Very cool!” Matthew cheers excitedly as he looks between you and Buck. The two of you seem excited, so he knows that he should be too. His grin gets wider as he tries to take in everything at once. "Does that mean I’ll get to ride in the fire truck?”

"Yes it does little man," Buck says with a bright smile, immediately enraptured with Matthew’s excitable attitude. He really was a ball of sunshine. “Are you ready?”

"Mhm!” Matthew replies confidently, his eyes brimming with excitement at the thought of riding in the firetruck. He smiles back at Buck and holds his hand up for a high-five before turning back to you. “Are you going to be in the fire truck too mommy?”

“Yes baby, I’m going to be riding with you too,” You give a short laugh at the mild absurdness at his question, giving Buck’s forearm a squeeze of appreciation for how child-friendly he was before carrying Matthew into the back of the truck and closing the door behind the two of us.

Matthew smiles excitedly as he is buckled in the back of the truck with you. He seems to forget all about his dad not picking him up today, his whole focus on the fire truck.

“What's that thing?” He points curiously at your headset as you place it over your head, scrunching his eyebrows together when you adjust one to put on his head too.

“It’s a headset baby, it lets us speak to Buck in the front seat as he drives, say hi!”

Matthew puts the headset on and smiles before he speaks into it. "Hi Buck!" he yells excitedly into the headset.

Buck smiles widely back at Matthew in the rear-view mirror. "Hey there little man," he yells happily into the speaker. "How're you feeling, excited?"

Matthew laughs excitedly and nods his head. "Yea! It's so cool in here!" he shouts excitedly at Buck. "Can you make the noise?" he shouts into the headset with his usual enthusiasm and excitement.

You chuckle softly at Matthew’s display of excitement coming out the mess of his hair with your fingers as he continues to speak to Buck with all the excitement of if it was Christmas morning.

Buck smiles brightly at you from the front seat. Hearing Matthew happily talking to him through the headset fills his heart with pride. Here you are, sitting in the back seat of the firetruck with your son, and he can't think of anything that makes him more happy.

He looks back into the rear-view mirror and meets Matthew's eyes with a proud grin. "I'll make the noise for you, buddy. Just hang on."

Buck reaches his hands up towards the steering wheel and begins to push buttons and flick a few switches. Matthew squeals in excitement as the siren begins to blast, laughing excitedly as the sound fills the air.

“Having fun?” You have to raise your voice slightly to be able to hear yourself even through the noise cancelling of the headphones, giving Matthew’s knee a small squeeze with a smile plastered on your face.

He responds to your question with a sharp nod and a double thumbs up, and you can’t help but laugh at the adorable mess of the sight. You could swear your heart was melting at seeing him so happy at experiencing something that you’d become so desensitised to through working everyday.

"He’s having the time of his life," Buck smiles at you in the rear-view mirror. "Look at him." Buck gestures with a nod of his head towards Matthew, who is visibly grinning from ear to ear. He's giggling with delight as the noise of the the sirens fill the air. Buck is surprised by how much fun the young boy is having, but he isn't disappointed. He's thrilled by the energy that the little boy is giving off.

“Do you want to come back to the station with mommy for a bit baby?”

Matthew nods his head vigorously. "Yes please mommy! I'd love to come to the station!" he says happily, his grin spreading even wider across his face. He's clearly having the time of his life with you, and he wants to keep the fun going as long as he possibly can.

“To the station it is then,” You laugh softly, hugging Matthew into your side to press a kiss to the top of his head.

To say you were relieved by the fact that you’d managed to work something out in terms of looking after Matthew whilst still on the clock was a massive understatement. And the fact that Matthew seemed genuinely excited about it was even more relieving.

Buck had really come through today. You’d have to make it up to him at some point.

“You're the best mommy in the world mommy,” Matthew says excitedly as he hugs you tightly, his lips curling up into the biggest grin as he wraps his arms around you.

Buck glances back into the mirror once more and laughs to himself. Your son is so full of love and joy, and he supposes that Matthew only has you to thank for that.

“Awe thank you baby,” You lean down to press another kiss the Matthew’s forehead. “I love you,”

“I love you too mommy,” Matthew replies happily as he leans his little head against you, giggling with each kiss that you give him.

Buck glances back into the mirror with another big grin. Watching you two together is just so sweet.

He really is your little ball of sunshine.

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When Lee and Michael pull him from Chiron's exceptionally dry Ancient Greek lessons, Will is excited. When they drag him down, ducking, behind the stables, as other campers walk by, he is intrigued. When they guide him all the way back to their cabin, sit him on his bed, and then drag two stools to sit across from him, silently, he is still excited.

A little nervous, now.

But excited.

"Will," Michael says, solemn. He presses his fist to his mouth, eyes carefully blank. "Will, you are almost ten years old, now."

Will bounces on his mattress, grinning. "Yeah! I'm nine and fifty-six seventy-thirds." He peers at his brothers hopefully, trying to lessen his fidgeting and appear Regal and Adult. "Am I getting my Dad present early?"

Gods, he hopes so. He has been counting down the days -- every tenth birthday, for every kid, Camp-bound or not, Apollo sends them a gift of gold jewelry, smelted in the heat of the Sun by Holy Hephaestus, jewels handcrafted by the finest artisans on Olympus, blessed by yours truly. Will has been watching in seething jealousy as Michael's signet ring glints every time he pulls back his bow, as Cass' hoops swing when she walks. He hopes the gift is earrings -- he finally convinced Michael to pierce his lobes a couple months ago, and he's tired of the ugly studs. Beckendorf made him promise to let him poke around at whatever Will gets, and Will has been itching to show him.

And to get the jewelry, obviously. That's priority number one.

Lee shakes his head slowly. "No. You will get your milestone when you get it." He exchanges a long, fearful look with Michael. Will picks at last summer's clay bead, with the trident on it. "Speaking of milestones…"

Michael makes a sudden, choked noise, covering his face with his hands and curling forward. Will startles. Lee sighs, looking down for a moment as well. When he looks up again, he meets Will's wide eyes with his teary ones, and places a supportive hand on Michael's back.

"Will…" he looks out to the open window, shaking his head slightly. When he looks back, his face is creased in apology, and his eyes are ringed with pity. Will feels his heart drop. "Have you chosen someone, yet?"

"Chosen?" Will straightens, fists twisting in his shorts. "Chosen someone for what?" Michael makes another strangled wailing noise. Will's breath hitches, and his ears white out. "Lee, tell me! Tell me now!"

"We are a Greek camp," Lee says, finally. "An ancient Greek camp. With ancient Greek customs, kiddo."

He says it softly, apologetically. Like the time a seagull swooped down and stole Will's ice cream, right from his hands, on the beach last week. Will recognizes the hopeless tone of his voice and his heart drops.

"How much did they tell you about…our customs?"

"I didn't listen to the admissions video!" Will confesses, panicked. "I'm sorry! It was so boring! There were a bajillion music numbers and they were all kind of bad no offense and the screen made my eyes hurt and I missed my mom and --"

"Will," Michael says, voice shaking. He meets Will's eyes and Will is horrified to see they are wet.

He has never seen Michael cry before -- not even once.

"It's okay, Will. Some people don't know."

"Tell me," Will begs. "Am I being sacrificed?"

To his great relief, both his brothers laugh, waving dismissive hands as they chuckle. Will sags into his pillows.

"Oh, no, gods no. That would be barbaric." Lee wipes a tear from his eyes. "C'mon, Will, we're a little more civilized than that." He smiles encouragingly. Will smiles, hesitantly, back. "You're getting married."

It takes a long enough moment for the sound to travel and the word to register that Will is sure his hearing aids have gone wonky. He taps them, as though it will do anything, and tilts his head.

"I didn't hear you right. What did you say?"

"Married," Michael repeats. "By age 10, like all people had to do back then." He and Lee exchange another weighted look. "That, or you have to marry Mr. D." He rushes to assure at Will's panicked shriek; "Only if you don't choose someone in time. You have until you turn ten, so don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone in time. You'll have most of the summer, anyway."

There is a moment where Lee and Michael murmur to each other, nodding. "Yeah," Lee says, mostly to himself. "You'll be fine." To which Michael responds: "Of course, of course. I mean, we did it."

Will sits there, frozen.

"I can't get married!" he cries, coming back to himself. He begins to hyperventilate. "I'm -- nine! I'm a kid!" He looks to his older brothers, blue eyes big and watery. "I don't even know how to file my taxes yet!"

Lee and Michael are sympathetic. They move forward, immediately, one on either side of him; Lee slides a squeezing hand around his shoulders, Michael pats him on the leg.

"It'll be fine, squirt," Lee soothes. He gestures across them. "I mean, me and Michael found somebody. It all worked out."

"You're married?" Will chokes out. His breaths come quick and shallow, despite Lee's comforting hand. "Michael is married?!"

"Watch it, twerp," Michael warns, at the same time as Lee says: "It was a challenge and a half, but yeah, Michael is married."

Will glances quickly down. There is no ring on either of their left hands, but they must notice him looking, because Michael snorts, pinching him on the knee.

"We just told you it's an ancient Greek custom, dumbass. Rings were invented later. We just…" He makes an incomprehensible gesture with his ringless hand. "Followed the book, completed the rite, etc, etc. Boom. Matrimony."

Lee nods. He rubs Will's shoulder a final time, encouragingly, before pulling away enough to give him space to breathe.

"You'll find someone, Will. We just thought we'd warn you because it didn't look like you remembered yourself, and we don't want you to have to…well."

Will shudders. Vaguely, in the back of his blurry, blurry memory, he can recall someone saying something in a video somewhere about partners and their importance in Camp. He had not paid attention, and he curses himself for it, now -- he almost had to marry Mr. D. Mr. D. who is rude, who smells like vinegar, who always has something in his teeth, who sleeps all day and drools more than a waterfall, who scares the satyrs on purpose and never even says sorry. Who is mean and gross and the worst ever.

"Thank you," Will says, tearfully. He grips his brothers' hands in his small fists and shakes from his spot between them, almost-life flashing in front of his eyes. If his brothers hadn't warned him, Mr. D. would have made him rub his stinking feet and feed him grapes for all eternity for sure. There wouldn't even be breaks for episodes of Star Trek. He shudders. "Thank you."

His brothers return the half-hug, although Michal sighs about it. He is too short to see the smirks they flash above his head.

"Anytime, twerp."

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Prompt for Lando 🥰

"When they follow the sidewalk rule; like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side"

do u hear that in the distance? its the sound of me sobbing

prompt: when they follow the sidewalk rule :( ^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side

blurb day to cure my writers block

the cool breeze in london sent shivers down your spine, thankful to have remembered to pack a sweater for your trip to visit max and pietra. lando's hand was intertwined with yours as the four of you walked the sidewalks of the city, laughing and planning on how to spend your day.

you were thrown off when your boyfriends hand was no longer linked together with yours, eyebrows furrowing as you watched him switch sides. his figure now walking beside you on the left compared to the right. his fingers intertwining back with yours like nothing happened.

he smiled down at your slightly confused expression, but he didn't give you the answer you were looking for. instead, he asked you a simple question, "hungry?"

and you nodded, smiling up at him, "starving,"

"good, there's a place up here at the corner i think you might like."

the pair behind you smiled at the two of you, pietra leaning closer to quietly talk to max as they studied your walking frames. how his hand gently held yours. watching as the boy they had known for ages slowly turned into putty in your hands.

"he just switched sides," pietra smiled, "oh he's in love."

max smiled as he watched his best friend look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "he is."

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𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒; 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘

summary: buck and nash!reader have been dating in secret for awhile, secret as in the only one who's yet to find out is readers dad, bobby. that is until he accidentally finds out and isn't exactly pleased...

word count: 3.3k

warnings: nash!reader, fem!reader, angst, fluff, hidden relationship, Eddie being FED up, a little buddie x reader if you REALLY and i mean REALLY squint, buck being both an idiot and a little douchey, slight implied plus size reader but not really, shit ending but i hate writing this long of a fic so don't be mad (yes i consider this long)

notes: i need this man so bad grrr

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divider credit: @cursed-carmine

It started after a particularly rough shift, both finding comfort in one another. What started as one night of finding relief soon became something more. Sex became an outlet and eventually a relationship blossomed. 

Somehow you both managed to keep it a secret, it was hard sure but everyone was so wrapped up in their own problems that no one had caught on. It stayed that way for a while at least. 

The agreement to keep the relationship hidden had been mutual, at least for the most part. The longer it stayed a secret the harder it was to tell anyone. Both of you were scared of your fathers reaction, Buck being like a son to Bobby was afraid he was crossing a line. The relationship Evan and Bobby had developed was one your boyfriend (and father alike) cherished dearly, and Evan didn’t want anything to come between it. 

If your relationship with Buck was to come to an end, you didn't want anyone to be caught in the middle, whether that be Buck or your dad. Dynamics at the station would shift and no one deserves to have to choose sides. 

Regardless of everything the guilt was eating you up inside, still you didn’t say anything, didn’t say how maybe it would be a good idea for your relationship to come out as Buck begged Eddie to keep his mouth shut. It started with Eddie and soon enough the only one who was none the wiser was Cap. 

You’d both heard a thousand times from your coworkers and friends that you should just tell him, he would find out soon enough anyway. “Come on, you’re going to have to tell Cap sooner or later, why not do it sooner?”, Eddie questions as he places the bowl of salad on the dining table. 

Buck gives somewhat of an exasperated sigh, “It’s not that simple.” He sets the cutlery down on the table, his back turned to you so he can’t see the conflicted expression on your face once again. 

“Why? Why isn't it that simple? What good do you think it’s doing to wait?” Goddamn Eddie for being sensible. A sensibleness Buck-, no, both of you seemed to be lacking.  

Bucks hands clench, “It’s not about doing good, it's about preventing the bad. Once we tell him there's no undoing it. Think of the fallout if it blows up in our faces.”

You place four plates on the table, hesitant to speak up your voice comes out unsure, “Maybe Eddies right…”, The look on Bucks face was like daggers but you continued anyway, “He’s going to find out soon enough and it’s going to be so much worse if it’s not us he’s hearing it from. Plus this is stressing everyone out.” 

An ‘I told you so’ - satisfied smirk makes its way onto Eddie's lips at that. With one hand on his hip he watches Buck who looks as stubborn as ever but at the end of the day there was only so many times he could say no to you. 

“We’ll talk about it later.”Buck mutters, irritated with his best friend's interference and his girlfriend's agreeance. But most of all with the fact he knew they were right.

“Seriously, Evan, Hen is about this-,” he holds two fingers up “close to outing you both.”

A loud scoff leaves Bucks lips, his eyes rolling. “She wouldn’t.”, he shakes his head, though his tone is unconvinced. He knows Hen and he knows Eddie isn’t lying. 

In an urge to comfort him you step beside Buck, hands running soothingly up and down his arms. You wished Eddie would drop the subject, at least for now but he was relentless. 

He raises an eyebrow, grin still present even though he’s annoyed with the pair of you. “You sure about that? Because last week she said, and I quote, ‘If those two don’t grow a spine and tell Bobby, I’m announcing it during morning briefing.’”

Buck groans dramatically and drags a hand down his face, muttering “Unbelievable” under his breath. 

Your boyfriend turns his head and looks down at you, his face softening but not completely. It’s not until you turn him, one hand cupping his face and the other massaging his shoulder gently that the tightness in his jaw eases. 

“You know my dad, he’ll be understanding and supportive as long as we tell him.”, You say softly. You weren’t just reassuring him, you were reassuring yourself as well. Buck’s eyes flicker down to the floor, he knew you weren’t wrong but the anxiety still stayed. 

Eddie finishes putting food out onto the table just as Christopher appears from his room. The four of you settle at the table for dinner and for the moment the subject changes.

Later that night Buck and you had talked about it again, the conversation ending in a similar result as the prior one. Both of you are tense and caught in your own thoughts, mulling over the pros, cons and the inevitable truth that your relationship couldn’t be a secret forever nor much longer. 

Buck sits against the headboard of your bed, his gaze unfocused as he zones out. Despite your own overthinking you notice how spaced out he is, staring off into the distance. 

You finish getting ready for bed before you join him, climbing over to him to straddle his lap, his hands immediately taking their place on your thighs. Neither of you break the silence at first, the air heavy with unspoken tension. 

Almost subconsciously his hands palm your doughy thighs, the action working to soothe him. At first you don't register the words he says, but when you process it you’re taken aback, shocked by his decision.

“We’ll tell him.”, he murmurs quietly, so quietly you barely catch it.  

You blink, hands pausing where they’d been resting on his shoulders, “What? Are you serious?”

He nods slowly, swallowing down the nervous lump in his throat, “Yeah. Just- Just let me choose the right moment, please.”

You agreed, you’d let him do it when he was ready. Waiting clearly wasn't an issue you had.

Another shift had passed and the truth still remained hidden. Both of your courages were shattered when the bell had gone off just as you’d told Bobby you needed to talk. 

Now here you were back at Buck’s apartment, lying on top of him in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties. Your head resting on his bare chest, the sheets beneath the pair of you messy and tangled. 

Bucks fingers lazily grazing the exposed skin on your back, shirt ridden up just above your mid section. It had been a tough shift, especially for Buck. One call bringing up the traumas of his childhood. This, exactly how you were right now, was what he needed to unwind.

“I love you, sweetheart.”, he whispers. The first time those three words had been said, though previously unspoken it was obvious. Obvious in the way you touched, the way you spoke, the way you simply existed with one another. 

You turn your head to look at his face, lips twitching up into a wide smile. You see the light rosy blush dusting his cheeks. You adored when he looked this way, flustered, comfortable, in love. 

“I love you too.”, you murmur back, grin widening even as you shift higher up his chest to place pecks against his lips. 

The blonde tucks your hair behind your ear, eyes roaming across your face in admiration. “I’m sorry if I’ve been making you doubt lately. Doubt us I mean.” 

Your brows furrow, you had an idea of what he meant but you weren’t expecting an apology. You knew Buck always had the best intentions at heart even if he had a funny way of showing it.

“I want Bobby to know. I do, god, I really do. I want him to know how much I love his daughter.”, you go to speak but he continues, “He should have known a long time ago. I’m sorry that you’ve had to lie to him, to keep things from him.” 

You look at him, look into his eyes. You reach up, thumb stroking lightly against the stubble of his jaw. “It’s not just you who didn’t want him to find out. Don’t put all of this onto yourself.” 

“Yeah but it’s me who keeps stalling.”, he sighs, fingers toying with the band of your underwear absently.

You scatter kisses across his chest, “Think how good it’ll be when we don’t have to hide it.” 

He groans lowly at the feeling of your lips against his skin, “Trust me, I do. Can’t wait to be able to touch you, kiss you whenever I want. Brag about being your boyfriend.” 

You can’t help the giggle that escapes. “Yeah? Who exactly are you planning on bragging to?”, you tease, smirking up at him as you rest your head back down on his chest.

“Only everyone. Whoever will listen, and even the ones who don’t.” 

You shake your head grinning, pressing your lips back to his. Your fingers rake through his curls as you press yourself closer, deepening the kiss.

The kiss is only broken by the sound of knocking at the front door. You pull apart and Buck groans, rolling his eyes with ever the attitude.

“Expecting someone?”, you ask, quirking an eyebrow at the blond at which he shakes his head. 

“Maybe we should just ignore it.”, he mumbles, fingers tangling into your hair to tilt your head to the side, leaning up to start kissing your neck.

His attempt at keeping you in bed fails. “Want me to get it?”, you tease, backing away in only his shirt that hangs just at your thighs making it look like you have nothing under.

“Go for it, baby.”, he hums watching you walk away, taking in the way you look in his clothes. As you reach the bottom of the stairs Evan rolls over and grabs his phone from the nightstand, scrolling through his notifications he hasn’t checked since finishing his shift.

Meanwhile you trail down the stairs of his loft, over to the door in a happy daze, grinning away at your boyfriend's previous affections. 

Stupidly, you don’t bother looking through the peephole, instead opting to just open the door. You had been expecting anyone but who you were met with. 

Your face instantly drops, hand on the door knob stilling. 

Buck by now after reading the texts on his phone has raced down the stairs to stand beside you, his face equally as mortified. 

“Cap.”

“Dad.”

You both stutter simultaneously, stumbling on words and thoughts. 

Bobby’s face mirrors your own shock. Awkward silence passes as no one knows what to say. Your father is the first to break it.

“I see I interrupted something.”

Buck, still shirtless with only his sweats and boxers hanging low on his hips, is quick to jump into damage control, though he doesn’t do a very good job of it. “We can explain, I swear.”

A disappointed sigh escapes Bobby, “I bet you can.” His eyes shift away, “I’d rather have this conversation with the two of you fully clothed.” 

“Right.”, Evan nods, lips pressed in a tight line. His hands come down on the sides of your upper arms, guiding you back towards the stairs, sensing you were pretty much frozen in place by embarrassment. 

While the pair of you go upstairs, Bobby makes his way into the small apartment, sitting at the table while he waits. 

You make eye contact with Buck as you pull on a pair of pants and he a shirt. With the apartment being so tiny you couldn’t say anything, not with your father and captain downstairs. The loft barely even being a real room, lacking a wall and door.

Anxiety radiated off you both. Though part of you couldn’t help but feel relief at everything being out in the open. Or at least soon to be. 

When you come back down the stairs you see Bobby with his head resting in his hand, elbow on the dining table he’s sitting at. His gaze is distant, as if looking back and trying to find all the signs he’d missed. He turns his attention to the pair of you as you sit down with him. 

Where to even start? How were you meant to tell your father that this started as a spontaneous hook up. You didn’t want him to know that and you’d guess Buck didn’t either. 

“How long has this been going on?”, he asks, motioning between you and Evan. 

You gulp, “A while.” 

Bobby’s eyes narrow, “How long is ‘a while’?”

You risk a glance at your boyfriend who’s turned at least a shade paler. 

Buck swallows down the nervous lump in his throat, “A few months.” 

The older man’s eyes widen, he rubs his forehead like this whole thing was giving him a headache. 

“Are you dating?” 

You nod immediately, hopefully the fact you were dating and this wasn’t some meaningless fling would count for something. Or it could make the fact it was hidden worse. 

“Yes- yeah we are.”

Buck echoes you with a simple but tense, “Yeah.”

Bobby exhales heavily through his nose, nodding slowly like he’s trying to absorb the information piece by piece. There’s no outburst, no immediate anger. Just that furrowed brow of his and a thick silence that fills the room.

“Dad, I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you-”, 

“We wanted to, we really did, Cap.”, Buck butts in panicking. 

Bobby sighs, exuding disappointment and betrayal, “Why didn’t you tell me? Who else knows?”

You wince, not wanting to say everyone but him. His hurt is evident and it makes your heart clench to know you're the cause of it. 

“We were worried. We got in our heads too much.”, you admit. “We’ve been planning on telling you… Things just haven’t been going right. You ignore the last part of the question, hoping he doesn’t realise. He probably knew the answer without needing to be told anyway.  

“Bobby, it’s my fault. I’ve been scared to tell you, putting it off for as long as I could because I didn’t want to screw anything up between us. You’re family, like a dad to me and I didn’t want to risk losing that.”, Buck’s sincere and Bobby can tell. His words come out like a plea, begging his captain to forgive him. 

Obviously it wasn’t only the blonds fault, you playing your own equal part in it but the fact that Buck was trying to take all the blame was both heartwarming and a little frustrating. 

After a moment of deep thought Bobby breaks his silence. “I get it, I do.” Buck relaxes slightly until he hears the next word to come from his mouth. 

“But,” Bobby continues, his voice tinged with that firm, fatherly authority, “you should’ve come to me sooner. Both of you. I may be your captain, Buck, but I’m also her father. I deserved to know before now. And I deserved to be told, I shouldn’t have had to walk in on the two of you.”

You sigh, speaking quietly, “Of course you did.” A beat passes before anyone speaks again, tension high in the room. 

“You kept this from me for months,” Bobby says, a tinge of frustration bleeding through. “You’ve lied, made excuses anytime I was getting suspicious or getting close to the truth. And I’m guessing you’ve had the crew lie to me at one time or another to cover for you.” 

Shaky breaths seep from you and Buck, both looking guilty like two children being scolded. You fidget with your hands in your lap, listening to every disappointed word your father says. 

“I’m sorry, Bobby. I really love her.”, Buck’s voice cracks. His eyes shine with emotion, watery like he was almost about to cry. Your cheeks warm at his words, probably turning beetroot red. You could get used to hearing him say that. 

“I don’t doubt it, and I can’t really say I’m all that surprised. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”, Bobby admits with slight amusement, a small grin sneaking onto his face that he tries to contain.

You both can’t help the way the corners of your lips turn up at that.

“I thought I was imagining it. Or maybe I just didn’t want to see it.”, Bobby sighs. “Even though I feel betrayed, I am still happy for the both of you. I’m just hurt that you had so little faith in me.”

Your boyfriend finds your hand under the table, squeezing it tightly but reassuringly. 

“I’m sorry dad, if we could go back do things differently then I definitely would.”

Bobby nods, his expression softening. 

“No more secrets.”, Buck announces, standing up. Bobby and yourself do the same. 

Buck holds out his hand to Bobby, not as his captain but as your father, seeking approval. Approval he should have asked for a long time ago. 

Bobby waits an uncomfortable amount of time to take his hand, almost to the point of you thinking he wasn't going to. Really it was just to make Buck itch.  

They shake hands, Bobby pulling Buck into a firm hug. “I’d say you better treat her right, Evan, but I know you will.”, your father says firmly, still a warning. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I love her with all my heart.”, Buck smiles as they pull apart. He’s still tense but nowhere near as bad as earlier. 

Next he pulls you into his arms tightly, the kind of fatherly hug that says I’m still your dad first, no matter what. His chin rests briefly against the top of your head, and you feel his chest rise and fall in a heavy sigh. 

“Promise me the next time something big happens you’ll let your old man know, okay?”, he murmurs not letting you go just yet. You both knew that sometimes he couldn’t help but still see you as his little girl, that was something he’d have to work on. 

“I will, I love you.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too, sweetheart.” He pulls away as he adds, “You too, Buck.”, with a teasing grin that makes both you and Buck chuckle. This felt nice. The three of you back to being close. No more secrets, nothing hidden. 

After a moment your brow furrows, a question popping into your head. “Why did you come here in the first place?”

“Thought I’d check on Buck after that call today. I see now that he was in good hands all along.”

“Well that was…”, Buck trails off not knowing how to put it into words. His hands rest on your hips as he sits on the edge of the bed, you standing in front of him. Your thumb rubs soothing circles on his cheek, the other running through his hair in the way he likes as you look down at him lovingly. 

After Bobby had left it was like a heavy weight had been lifted from your shoulders and from your relationship. Of course it would take a little while for things to fall into a new normal but at least now you weren’t carrying some big secret. 

“Well what now, Evan Buckely?”, you hum. The use of his full name makes Buck smirk, he grabs you and brings you down onto the mattress, settling on top of you between your legs. 

His smirk doesn’t falter, that crooked grin you love so much staying right where it is. “Guess now we get to figure out what being public actually means.”

“How about we start by not answering the door half naked?”, you suggest. He pauses his attempt at lifting your shirt off like he just got caught doing something he’s not supposed to.

“Now, who’s fault was that, huh?”, he teases, kissing down your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah. Lesson learned.”

...

a/n: lowkey hate this but i say that about everything i write. fuck it we ball.

omg i should have added maddie in this what the freak

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Hii :)

Could you write the 14 item from the prompt list with Buck 🚒, please? The 911 scenes where he’s drunk are so funny! I need more hahaha

Ask and you shall receive!

cw: mention of alcohol

Prompt used: “How drunk are you?“

“Come on, baby. We have to go home,” you tell Buck as you pull him out of the bar. He’s whining that he wants another drink but it doesn’t seem to occur to him that they’re closed no matter how many times you tell him.

He’s holding you so tightly, murmuring that he loves you over and over again like always, but there’s a slur to his voice and you have to turn away because of the smell of the alcohol on his breath.

“The only drink you’re having is water.”

“You’re mean,” he grumbles but steps closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder as his full weight is put on you, making it harder for you to hold him.

“And you’re drunk.”

“No I’m not. Look,” he pulls away from you and makes an attempt to walk in a straight line but falls right onto the pavement before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Of course you’re not, baby. Now come on, we’ve gotta get to bed.” You help him up from the ground and get him into the car which actually doesn’t turn out to be as much of a struggle as you initially thought.

The entire car ride is filled with Buck giving you fun facts that you’re positive are not factual amongst more “I love you’s” as he constantly presses sloppy kisses to your free hand that he always insists on holding, drunk or not.

Buck is someone who’s so easy to love. He treats you right, he’s the kind of man you’ve always dreamed of finding. And now that you have him, you’re not going to dare to let him go.

He feels the same way about you, the perfect person for him in every way. You were the one who stuck around, you really saw his potential and maybe sometimes he holds you so close because he’s afraid you’re going to leave.

You somehow get him up the stairs of your apartment building and now he’s sitting on your bed, willingly letting you put some pajamas on him as he smiles up at you, wondering how he got so fucking lucky.

“If you wanted to see me naked, you should have just asked,” he winks and you can tell that he’s very slowly sobering up.

“Sorry but you’re not getting lucky, tonight, Buckley. Now arms up.” He happily does as you ask and you put a t-shirt over his head, letting him do the rest while you get your own self dressed.

When you come back into the room from brushing your teeth, he’s drinking the water you set on his nightstand before crawling into bed, patting the spot next to him as if you don’t sleep there every night. You get in on your side and he pulls you to his chest, arms wrapping around your waist as he stares at you, letting out a contented sigh.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he says as his eyes flutter closed and you let out a laugh at his statement.

“How drunk are you?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion even though you know for sure that he would say that exact thing while sober.

“Very,” he replies as he snuggles further into you. “But I meant it.”

“Go to sleep, Buck,” you reply, laughing the whole thing off but secretly hoping that he’ll feel the same when he wakes up. You suppose that only time will tell.

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ʚ MISTAKES NEVER LAST — e. diaz x reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 Summary: You go on a coffee date. Nothing can go wrong, right? Wordcount: 3.6k Warnings: pseudocheating?? (bc of shannon), mentions of nsfw content, mentions of alcohol, straight up loser4loser A/N: idk just be prepared to watch ppl who have no idea what they’re doing date

You mutually decide on a coffee date. By mutually, you mean he suggested a full blown dinner and 50 back-and-forth texts later, you’d talked him out of it. So, on your Sunday morning off you find yourself getting ready to meet at a local coffee shop nearby. You had been the one to decide where you'd go, him being new and all, and you chose somewhere less than 10 minutes away from both of your places.

You dress casually, and take a minimal amount of time getting ready. This is supposed to be a casual date, after all. You arrive a little earlier, too, taking the time to look over the menu. As he walks through the coffee shop doors, though, you realize he might've put a little extra effort into his outfit. They’re just jeans and a button up, but he looks a bit more done up than how he is at work. It makes sense though, you suppose. Everyone looks a little better when they aren't being threatened by the imminent idea of an emergency situation emerging at any moment.

His eyes light up when they meet yours, because of course they do. Like they could have any more sparkle. You get up and smile at him, he returns the gesture and makes his way over to hug you.

You have a moment when it happens. A flashback, of sorts, to a few weeks ago, when he had those very same arms wrapped around you, with completely different intentions. The memory is less than productive at keeping you cool and calm in his presence, though, so you try your best to shunt it out of your brain. When you pull away a few seconds later, it's thankfully long gone.

His smile hasn't left his face, “Hey. Did I keep you waiting? I'm sorry, amor.”

You shake your head in protest, “No, you're all good. I was a little early, actually.”

You both sit across from one another at a corner table. You exchange pleasantries and make small talk. The topic of his kid comes up and you're undeniably curious to find out more about him.

“This is him,” Eddie says, pulling a picture of him and his son up. He looks unbelievably proud to be showing him off, and it makes your chest flutter, for some reason.

You've never been one for kids, finding them a little overstimulating to be around, but this one's pretty damn cute.

“He's adorable. Are you taking care of him all by yourself?” you ask, an underlying question's being asked too. Where's his mom? Is she still in the picture?

“Uh, yeah. For now. Buck's been trying to help me find someone. He has CP, Cerebral Palsy, so it isn't exactly easy. But he's my whole heart. He has my full focus right now,” he rambles. You find it cute.

He laughs awkwardly, as he realizes what he'd just said, “Not exactly the best thing to say on a first date, is it? I'm just trying to be as open as possible. I've heard it helps.”

You nod, “Sure does. And no, I think it's the perfect thing to say. I admire it. Not everyone's so open about the things they prioritize, and it gets to be a problem later.”

He frowns, as if he might be contemplating something. Then, he agrees with a mumble.

You cut the awkward silence by suggesting you order your drinks. You give him your order and he gets up to order both of your drinks at the counter. While he waits for them, his phone rings at the table. Once, twice, three times. You think about getting up and giving him the phone, but opt out of butting in, not wanting to seem nosy. The phone stops ringing, and he comes back to the table, drinks in hand.

You dive back into easy conversation, again. Around five minutes later, his phone rings again. He excuses himself, and responds. It's clear it isn't a good phone call. He avoids saying the words, but you can make out what's going on. He has to leave.

He hangs up and looks at you with a grimace, “I'm so-“

You shake your head immediately, “Nope. You're alright. I get it.”

He gets up immediately, grabbing his paper coffee cup. He apologizes anyway, and kisses your cheek as he passes by.

He pauses, “I'll make it up to you. I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond quietly.

As he leaves and you stay, staring at your own paper cup, with his name sprawled onto it, you realize: this is why you didn't want a dinner date.

At home, you FaceTime Hen and confide in her about all of it. The one night stand, the incessant flirting (which she'd already picked up on, as had everyone in the firehouse), the coffee date, and the getting blown off.

“You should talk to him about it, he probably actually had an emergency.”

“I know, but I don't want him to feel cornered into having to date me. He did say his priorities lie with his son, and I wouldn't want to intrude, y'know?” you explain, your phone set up on the counter, as you prepare dinner.

She gave you a look through the screen that said 'Really?'. She wan't buying any of it.

“You know what? I'm so very wrong for calling you. You're the one who got me in this mess in the first place,” you tell her.

“Okay, okay. How was I supposed to know you were gonna pick the worst possible candidate for a one night stand?”

You roll your eyes, stirring your pot of pasta, and turning down the heat.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” you respond.

Your phone pings a moment later, and you see Eddie's name pop up on your screen. Your face softens up immediately and you smile a little.

“Ohh, is it loverboy?”

“What?! No!” you lie, willing your face to contort into a frown. “It's my landlord. He needs his money. Bye, Hen. I'll see you tomorrow.”

She laughs and hangs up the call. You sigh and open up the message.

Hey. You probably don't want anything to do with me right now. But I just wanted to let you know that I am planning on making it up to you. And I'm sorry.

You laugh at his text. He's being incredibly dramatic, but you like it. Being fawned over like this, it's nice. You text him back, reassuring him that it's really fine and you're hoping his emergency was taken care of.

By the time you're done eating dinner, you've already convinced yourself that he isn't going to respond and you stop checking your phone every 5 minutes. Instead, you do it every 10 minutes, up until you're brushing your teeth and you hear your phone ringing on the bathroom counter. It's Eddie. You quickly spit your toothpaste out and wait a few seconds to respond, so as not to seem desperate.

“Hi, hermosa. Did I wake you up?” he asks.

“No, you're fine. I was just getting ready for bed.”

“Yeah?” you can hear his smile through the phone, “I had to explain why I left so suddenly, since you seemed so worried.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, just worried something happened to your cute kid. Don't have a big head about it.”

“Christopher's fine. Just a family-related emergency, and it's alright now. No need to worry your pretty little head.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, letting out a breath of relief you didn't even know you were holding.

“You sure you have to sleep now? Are you free for a bit?” he whispers.

“No, yeah,” you answer quickly, “I mean, yes. I'm free. Our shift's not until 9, so.”

“Yeah, maybe we can do this first date thing over the phone? It isn't the best, but I do want to get to know you. And it's a little difficult at home right now,” you can hear his disappointment through the speaker, and it's endearing.

“I don't mind,” you reassure him, “I mean, you're not doing it on purpose, so I get it.”

You spend the night talking about everything. Your favorite music, your childhoods (not exactly any trauma, but some nostalgia), all the places you've travelled, his kid, your family, anything and everything you can think of. Time passes so quickly, you barely register being tired. Eventually, the sun comes up and you both realize you have to start getting ready. You end the call with your head swirling with random tidbits from your call, and a smile that won't go away.

Walking up the firehouse's stairs a few days later, you're stopped by a hand on your shoulder. You almost reprimand whoever's touched you without permission so thoroughly they never look in your direction again. Until you realize who it is.

By now, midnight calls and stolen moments at work have become your forte. You talk whenever you can, and whenever you talk, you flirt. You both tried helping Maddie move in, but ended up flirting and talking the whole time instead. It's easy and better than anything you've ever had, somehow. Relationships that have lasted years don't compare. You genuinely feel like you've known him forever, and you're not sure whether to be freaked out or comforted. It's completely taken you by surprise, but you can't find it in yourself to feel guilty being this happy.

“Hey, I got you, uh, this,” Eddie says holding up a paper cup holder, which contains two drinks that look very similar to the ones you'd almost shared a few mornings back.

You grin at him, grabbing the one closer to you, assuming that one's yours. You're right, apparently, because he doesn't object.

“Thanks.”

“Of course. Well, I'm told dating's supposed to start with casual invitations over a cup of coffee,” he says.

Your eyes narrow jokingly, “Oh, is it?”

“So, would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow?” he looks off at Buck, and asks, “How's that? is that casual enough?”

Buckley nods nonchalantly from somewhere off to the side and it makes you smile. So he's been talking about you. And getting advice.

“So we're dating?” you ask.

“We're dating,” he confirms, already walking up the stairs ahead of you, looking back.

“Pick you up at 8?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, “Hmm. Yeah, okay.”

You take a sip from the coffee cup, slowly realizing he remembered your coffee order. You could kiss him, and you probably will. Later. For now you follow him up the metal stairs to begin your shift, you can already tell it's going to be a long one.

You can't help but feel ashamed as you get ready for your date. You were supposed to be taking a break from dating! It's what brought on the whole one night stand idea in the first place. But they do say the best things in life are usually found when you aren't looking for them.

You smile to yourself in the mirror, as your 'getting ready' playlist plays in the background. You're not sure when you decided to allow yourself to feel this much for this guy, but you do anyway. You're just getting done doing your hair up, when your phone buzzes.

Hey. I'll be there in 20!

You reply quickly and get up to get dressed. After what feels more like 5 minutes than 20, your doorbell rings. You take one last glance in the mirror, before psyching yourself up in front of the door and opening it.

Eddie has a huge grin on his face, as you close the door behind you, and you look at him questionably in response.

“What?” you ask, with a curious smile.

“Nothing, just thinking about the last time I saw this door. Pretty lucky,” he says with a smile, knocking on the wood twice for dramatic effect.

Right. The last time you were both pressed up against it, attempting to balance making out and unlock the door frantically. Eventually, you'd gotten inside, but you'd say it took around 10 minutes. God, you hope your neighbors didn't see that.

Your smile grows wider, but you try your best to look disappointed at him, “Yeah, yeah. You ending up back here is entirely dependent on how good of a time you show me. Just so you know.”

You head to the car, hand in hand. He opens the door for you, like the gentleman he is. You wait until he climbs into the truck and grab the AUX to play songs for the drive. It's like you've gone on dates like this a million times before. There's no awkwardness, no tension.

Before he starts driving off, he looks in your direction. He's shamelessly taking you in, looking up and down. His smile's somehow brighter now.

“You look gorgeous, amor,” he says, sounding like a kid in a candy store.

“Mhm, tell me something I don't know,” you respond, and he laughs.

“Okay. You have me until tomorrow morning. Carla has volunteered her services tonight. Said I looked too repressed,” he reveals, turning his key in the ignition and driving off.

“Oh, yeah. That's what I like to hear,” you nod in approval and play a song you're pretty sure you'll both like.

The drive's about 20 minutes. The place he chose is gorgeous, and a lot more expensive than either of you can afford on a firefighter's salary. He walks in like he owns the place anyway, and as you're seated he doesn't exactly seem anxious to see the bill at the end.

You both order glasses of wine, which you try your best not to chug for courage. You find out how completely unnecessary that would be, though, as the night goes on. There's so much to talk about, despite seeing each other for 24 hours every other day at work, and talking on the phone in all of your free time. His hand holds yours on top of the table, as he tells you a story about Christopher and his abuela over the weekend. He invites you over for halloween next week, and the implications of it make your head dizzy.

“I want you to meet Christopher. He's very observant for a 7-year-old, and might've hinted at knowing something about...Y'know.”

You nod, “Yeah. I don't mind. He seems like a very bright kid.”

That sends Eddie off on a tangent about how smart Christopher is. You listen to every word. This kid is part of Eddie, his entire world. You have no problem getting to know him, love him, too. But it's making you feel a little trapped. It's been very clear, how serious this thing is getting. Meeting his kid is a different level of serious, though. You have an entire week to unpack all of that, at any rate, so you don't let it ruin the date.

After the wine and food, comes a martini for you and an old fashioned for him. The conversation's slowly devolving into loud jokes and light touches exchanged over the table. You can both feel a few pairs of eyes staring at you, judging how loud you're being.

You lean over the table and whisper, “Maybe we should leave. We're kind of embarrassing ourselves.”

He laughs at you, “I think you mean you're embarrassing yourself. I find it cute.”

Your eyebrows are raised. You grab the olive off of your martini, eating it and throwing the toothpick at him. You both fall into a fit of laughter, and decide that's your cue to ask for the check.

On the drive to your place, you play some music again and sit back. You eventually decide to take off your shoes and put your feet up on the dashboard.

“Oh, no. No,” Eddie says, in a voice you're sure is reserved for reprimanding his son whenever he's done something wrong.

Your mouth falls open, “You can't be serious.”

You look around his truck. It certainly isn't the cleanest car you've ever been in. Not even close. You look back to him with an expression that says, 'really?'

At the red light, he grabs your legs off of the dashboard, pulling them into his lap. He pats your thigh twice, still staring ahead at the road. You laugh at how theatrical he's being.

“You can keep those here,” he tells you.

You shake your head, trying to shake off how dizzy he's making you feel. A few songs later, you end up at your doorstep. He gently puts down your legs, and climbs out of the car. He runs to the other side, opening the door up for you. You take a moment to put your shoes back on, and let him take your hand to help you out of the truck.

He walks you up to your front porch, still holding onto your hand. He plays with your fingers, looking a little nervous about what he's about to say. You look at him curiously. Ah. He's trying to figure out how to come inside.

“You can,” you say.

He looks up from your intertwined fingers with a frown.

“Come inside. Stay the night,” you clarify.

You hold onto his hand tighter, “But… We probably shouldn't have sex.”

You regret it the moment the words leave of your mouth. Damn the logical part of your brain. God knows you want nothing more than to jump his bones right now. Recreate exactly what happened a while ago. He looks just as disappointed, if not more.

“Not that I don't want to. You have no idea how much I want to,” you say, and it makes him smile.

You lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek before proceeding, “But I think we kind of jumped the gun with that whole thing. So maybe we should wait before doing it again. Plus, they say waiting makes infinitely better.

You pause for moment, “Not that you'd know anything about that.”

His hand moves to rest on your neck, and he pulls you in for a kiss that leaves you breathless for a moment, “I think you'll find I'm very patient. It's you I'm worried about.”

You shake your head. It's you you're worried about too, but you have to stand your ground now. You turn around to open up the door, fishing for your keys in your bag. His hands come to rest on your waist from behind.

“Me? Nope, I'll be just fine,” you finally find your keys and open up the door, walking inside.

You take your shoes off at the door and instruct him to do the same. Then, you're pulling his hand and dragging him towards the couch. You both sit there for a moment in quiet contemplation.

You're absolutely not just fine.

You pull him in for another kiss. It's messy, and a little desperate this time. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and trying to bring his face closer, somehow. His hands are on your lower back, itching to go a little further down.

You lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of you. Wow, this is very familiar. His hand dips lower, grabbing a handful of your ass, and massaging it between his thumb and the rest of his fingers.

You make a noise of protest in the back of your throat, and he pulls away immediately. You take a moment to reorient yourself.

“It's just kissing,” you reason, and he nods quickly.

His lips meet yours again, and you sigh in delight.

It happens so suddenly, and a moment later, he's kissing down your jaw to your neck. You'd almost forgotten how good of a kisser he is. A specific peck on the side of your throat makes you keen. The sound of it makes him groan, and it’s absolutely heavenly.

Thank you, God. Nope. Thank you, Carla.

You let yourself indulge for a few minutes, and then you pull him back up by his hair. He makes a sound that makes this all much harder for you. You’re trying your hardest not to lose your sanity, and him looking so fucked out isn’t helping in the slightest. You run your fingers through his hair, the gel that kept it in place now long gone, and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“We're stopping. Because I'm not sure I have any more self control,” you confess.

He nods and makes to sit up, pulling you with him.

“Yeah, I told you,” he teases.

He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers. You smile at that, and you can't even bother pretending to be mad at his teasing.

He kisses the back of your hand, “I know you aren't supposed to say this stuff so early, but I think you're very easy to fall in love with. And I am.”

Your eyes widen at that. You look for any doubt in his eyes. There is none. He's being completely genuine. It scares you a little, but his eyes are very comforting.

“Wow.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand, “You don't have to say anything back.”

You nod, trying to convey how fondly you feel for him with your eyes. He pulls you into his chest, laying back onto the couch. He rests your intertwined hands where his heart's supposed to be.

In this position, you talk for hours. He tells you about his parents, his time in the army, his insecurities. You tell him about how hard you worked to get your job at the 118, how badly you wanted it. You confide in him about past relationships and misery. You hold his hand a little tighter when he gets too choked up to talk, and he does the same for you. Eventually, the conversation dies down and you enjoy each other's company in silence.

You don't mind what he said earlier, and that scares you even more. The fact that you had to restrain yourself from saying the same back definitely isn't helping either.

You time every one of your exhales and inhales to match the rise and fall of his chest. As you fall asleep, you can feel him kiss your hair. It's a miracle you're so tired, because you might've told him you're in love with him too in that moment. Instead, you fall asleep right there, the words dying on your lips.

A/N: honestly, this timeline logic is kinda slipping away from me, but this is supposed to be canon compliant (to an extent) so it should make more sense as we go on! also, i have no energy to beta any of this so have it as it is, flaws n all!

[eternalbuckley]

your boyfriend evan buckley knew how close you were with your grandparents. he knew how sad you were that they couldn’t visit l.a. and be there on your birthday because of conflicts with the flying company. sure, they called you and all that, but it wasn’t the same. so, buck made sure to arrange a little surprise for you, planned by him.

you had been working all day when he had his day off. which meant that he had enough time to prepare everything at your shared apartment. he made sure to pick up your grandparents from the airport and drive them to your home safely. afterwards he cooked with your grandma your favourite food. something she always made for you in your childhood. you told buck multiple times how much you missed your grandma’s cooking, though buck is an amazing cook as well, but it wasn’t the same. buck knew how much you’d appreciate what he had planned – your grandparents did too. especially because they were very fond of him from the first time, they met him when you introduced him to your family. they were happy to see how well he treated you – something they always wished for you. they always wished that you’d find and be with someone who truly appreciates, loves and cares for you.

after all, his plan worked perfectly. seeing the happiness appearing on your tired face as you got home and saw your grandparents made everything perfect. you had the best boyfriend you could imagine and couldn’t be more thankful to have him in your life.

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a/n: i haven't written anything about my favourite firefighter in such a long time, so here's something small and sweet that randomly came into my mind. this draft has been sitting for some time in my drafts and i finally wanted to share it. i haven't proofread this so ignore possible grammar mistakes (english is not my first language) — reblogs, feedback and comments are highly appreciated and welcomed! ♡

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[loving-barnes]

EVAN BUCKLEY - SEE YOU AROUND

Author’s note: Let's go back to the beginning, shall we? I need these stories because I can't believe what happened on 9-1-1. My sweet Bobby. My heart will break once I see the episode. Enjoy this episode.

Summary: How Buck and Y/N met (thanks to Maddie).

Pairing: Evan Buckley x female reader

Warning: none

Rating: 15+

Words: 2500+

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EVAN BUCKLEY - SEE YOU AROUND

The end of a 24-hour shift was over. That meant a night out with drinks, a game of pool and karaoke. What was better than that? Everyone important was there. Even Athena decided to join this time. She sat between Bobby and Hen, chatting about the latest solved case she was proud of. Buck, Eddie and Chim were on the other side of the table. They talked about the new gear they received for work.

“Where is Maddie?” Chim huffed. He checked his phone for the third time in ten minutes. 

“Relax, she’ll be here any minute,” Buck said, smacking his shoulder. “I’m surprised you still haven’t gotten used to her poor time management. Always expect my sister to arrive ten minutes later.” 

Another round of beers and drinks came with peanuts and chips. Laughter followed around the table as the group started a common topic. A couple of minutes later, Maddie appeared with a smile plastered over her face. Behind her, another woman tagged along. 

“Who’s that?” Hen asked, eyes on the stranger. She put peanuts into her mouth. Everyone’s attention turned to the women.

Chim grinned, waving a hand at Maddie. “That’s Maddie’s colleague. She wanted to bring her. She’s new in town. Doesn’t know anybody,” he said. “You don’t have a problem with that, right?” 

Buck huffed. 

“Ah, little baby is pissed?” Hen teased him. 

The brunette approached the table. “Evening, everybody,” she greeted the group. After quick greetings, she pushed the woman a bit forward. “Sorry, we are late. The traffic tonight is not great. Uh, this is Y/N. She’s been at the dispatch centre for a few months now. Y/N, this is everybody.” 

All the voices mixed in an unharmonious greeting. 

She waved a hand, smiling at the group. “Hi. Nice to meet you all. Now I’ll be able to put voices to their faces.” She took a seat next to Maddie. The shyness and timidness radiated off her. 

“I’m Athena,” said the black woman with short black hair. She reached for Y/N’s hand and shook it. “We talked the other day…” 

“7-2-7-L30,” Y/N nodded her head. “Yes, yes, I know now. I recognise your voice, Sergeant. I’ve heard many great things about you. And I’m not saying that to suck up to you,” she blushed as she said those last words. 

That made the people around the table laugh. “You sure you don’t have any parking tickets you are trying to…”

“No!” Y/N raised her voice, panicking. “No, I don’t. I’m a good driver. I respect the traffic and the law. I don’t have parking tickets or any records.”

More laughter came around, which made the woman blush.

“I’m Hen,” said another black woman. She had a beautiful, bright red lipstick on her lips and big glasses sitting on her nose. “I’m a paramedic.” 

“Bobby, captain of the 118,” waved the man next to Athena.

“Oh, yeah, Captain Nash. Nice to finally meet you,” she nodded politely. “We’ve spoken on the radio a few times, too.” Those eyes, the lips, so familiar. Did she see them before? Maybe from television?

Then there was Maddie’s boyfriend, whom she already knew. “I am Chimney, also a paramedic and Maddie’s boyfriend,” he said proudly. He wanted to be funny. They met a week ago when he picked up Maddie at work. This introduction was just for show. 

“Nice to meet you, Chim,” Y/N went along. They shook hands dramatically. In her opinion, he had a great sense of humour. She could see why Maddie liked him a lot.

The last two men stood up at the same time. Y/N bit the inside of her lip. She didn’t want to chuckle at them. Her eyes humped from one to the other as they looked at one another, silently deciding who would go first. She had to admit, both of them were very handsome. 

“After you, Diaz,” said one of them sternly. The man had nice eyes, she had to admit that. Blinking a few times, she focused on the brunette first. 

The Diaz guy took a step forward. “I’m Eddie.” They shook hands. 

“Nice to meet you,” she said. 

And then there was the last one. Short hair, dark blonde with blue eyes, pillowy pink lips and something that looked like a birthmark above his left eye. Handsome. When he took her hand, he pressed it to his lips. “My name’s Evan, but you can call me Buck.” He smelled like he had had a few beers already.

Groans and laughter were heard around the table. Even Y/N giggled at that introduction. “Maddie’s younger brother, correct?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded. 

“How much did you drink?” Maddie glared at Evan. “You don’t usually act like this.” 

“He already had a few drinks before you all got here,” Eddie said, laughing at drunk Buck.

He raised his hands in the air, sitting down next to Eddie. “Hey, I mean no harm. It’s all just friendly, you know.”

Bobby looked at his friend, frowning a little. “Everything okay?”

All eyes turned on Buck, waiting for his explanation. He only got drunk when he had a good reason. “I don’t know, guys,” he shrugged. “Is it me, or does my girlfriend meddle in things that she shouldn’t?” 

Hen rolled her eyes. “I’m still mad at her, she tried to ruin our firehouse. So the answer is yes.”

“She was all set and ready to tell a story about how one batch of brownies drugged the whole station,” Chimney shook his head. 

“What?” Y/N gasped. “Why would anyone do that? That and the other thing,” she added. “I’m sorry, what does your girlfriend do? You said reports, so… she’s a reporter?” 

Buck pointed a finger at her, nodding. “Jackpot.” 

As she was about to ask for her name, Eddie revealed it. “His girlfriend is Taylor Kelly.” 

Y/N bit the inside of her lip. She knew the reporter. Not personally, no. She saw her on the news, always reporting the biggest incidents that happened around LA. Why would anyone do that to firefighters…? She didn’t get the logic.

“You know how reporters are,” she said after a second. “They will do anything for an interesting story. Sometimes, they take unnecessary risks. But I… Never mind. I’m new. Not my place.” 

“Please, do tell,” Buck huffed, reaching for his beer. 

Everyone at the table turned to her. She shrugged. “I guess each reporter or journalist is different. Some will say anything to get attention, for promotion, or better pay. Others will do anything to give out the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” 

Chim shook his head. “Damn, that’s deep.” 

“Okay,” Buck smacked his hand against the table. “Change of topic. Let’s talk more about you. Who are you? Where are you from? Go.” 

When a glass of beer appeared before Y/N, she told them the basics - where she’s from, how long she’s been in LA, that she loves animals, running, books and “I love video games.” 

“No kiddin’,” Eddie said. “What do you like to play?” 

“Anything,” she replied. “From Mortal Kombat to Valorant and other popular games.” 

Buck nodded, impressed. “We should play sometime. Do a match or something,” he suggested. “See if you are as good as you say.”

“Uh, sure, if you want to lose,” she smiled at him. 

That got her laughter and whistles. “You’ve met your match, Buckley,” Hen joked. “Someone will humble you a little through video games.” 

The conversation quickly shifted to a different topic. The group discussed the call they had today. It was a man who wanted to jump off a building, not because he was suicidal. He did it for attention. Many revelations came out of his mouth, making the rescuers laugh under their noses. It was a comedy, not a tragedy. 

“People do crazy things,” Y/N commented. “Either for attention or for money. I used to work at a betting company for a year. I worked at a call centre. Half of those calls were exactly like that. Pleading, begging and threatening us to give them something back. Good thing I left.”

“That’s a jump,” Athena said. “From working in a betting company to being a 911 dispatcher.” 

“I wanted to do something meaningful,” she said. “I had other jobs in between. The betting company was my first real job after school.”

“Any tips?” Chim asked. “What can I bet on and win big money? It would help a lot.” 

“Chim,” Maddie swatted his shoulder. 

Y/N laughed. “Oh, there are no tips I can give you. We didn’t have any sure bets, and there weren’t any rigged matches. People were convinced there was something like this. They believed we would provide them with ‘sure bets’. That was not true at all. Most of us knew next to nothing about sports or how things worked. We didn’t manipulate the odds or anything.”

As the night progressed, Chim and Maddie got on the stage to sing their favourite song. Bobby and Athena called it a night. Buck and Eddie played pool while Hen and Y/N talked at the table. Both women discussed their private lives. Y/N learnt Hen had a wife and a son. She became a paramedic when she was 30 and never looked back. Also, she and her wife were foster parents. 

“Why the sudden change of cities?” Hen asked. 

Y/N shrugged. “I needed to start over. I felt stuck and nothing was holding me back, to be honest. I wanted to move to a big city and do something meaningful. So, here I am, helping people.”

Hen clinked her beer bottle with Y/N’s glass. “I get that. I remember when I quit my old job and decided to become a firefighter. It was the best decision I’ve ever made. Well… the second best. First was becoming a mother to my son, Denny.”

Eddie ran to the table. He grabbed his leftover beer. “Buck is unbearable tonight.”

“Why?” Hen asked. 

“Trouble in paradise, plus he keeps talking about the same thing over and over again.” He finished the rest of his beverage and took out a few dollars. “I’m leaving. Christopher called and asked where I was.” 

Y/N raised a brow but didn’t ask more. Eddie noticed. “I have a son, Christopher. He’s a pre-teen. Have a nice evening.” He left, leaving Hen and Y/N alone again. 

That didn’t last long. Buck returned to the table. His feet were heavy from the alcohol. “Looks like it’s just us, ladies.” 

“You annoyed Eddie so much, he left?” Hen teased. 

“I just need advice,” he said sadly. Buck’s eyes slowly found Y/N’s face. He grinned. “You are new,” he stated.

“Oh, good observation,” Y/N laughed. 

“Which means, you are impartial,” he continued. 

Hen rolled her eyes and finished the drink. “Okay, I’m out.” She put money on the table. “I’m heading home. It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope to see you soon.” 

And then, there was just Buck and Y/N. Maddie and Chim were in their world, singing their hearts out. Were they singing Eye of the Tiger? Y/N had to admit they were very good. 

“Do you think I should break up with my girlfriend?” Buck asked. 

Y/N almost choked on her drink. “Uh… I can’t answer that.” 

He frowned. “Why not? I just want your opinion. Like I said, you are impartial. You don’t know me or her.” 

“I would have to hear both sides,” she said. 

“So listen to what I have to say,” he grinned and rested his elbows on the table. “You see, my problem is, she always sticks her nose into things that have nothing in common with her work. Example number one - she meddled in an investigation. That’s not her job, right?” 

“Well,” she thought about it for a second. “Investigating journalism is a thing. However, these journalists mostly work undercover and write articles, not present themselves on TV.” Before Buck could react, she stopped him. “What’s more worrisome is what Chimney said - something about making a coverage about you being drugged? That’s shady. Especially when her boyfriend is a firefighter.” 

“Luckily, she wasn’t allowed to air that and had to make a nice report about firefighters of the 118,” he said. “But she totally wanted to put our station out there and damage our reputation. Higher power stopped her.” 

She chuckled. “You mean lawyers?” 

“Yes!” he nodded dramatically. “I’m not saying she’s bad. I’m saying that she’s just pissing everyone off. No wonder my teammates are not fond of her.” 

Y/N finished her last drink. She took out her phone and ordered an Uber. “Well, Buck, sometimes it’s good to listen to your friends. If they see your partner as a red flag, they might be right. In the past, I wished I had friends who would be honest with me.” 

His eyes drifted to his drink, then to his hands. She could see his spirits were down. “Uh, yeah,” was all he said. 

“Don’t listen to me, though,” she added. “Talk to your friends when you are sober. Talk to your girlfriend. Communication is key. Maybe things will get better, no matter the outcome.”

“I don’t know about that,” he sighed. Buck’s energy shifted drastically. The sadness was evident on his face. 

Y/N got up from the table and took two steps. She put a hand on Buck’s shoulder. “A wise man once said: sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better things.”

Buck raised his head, astonishment evident on his face. “Did you just quote Ted Mosby?” 

Her head tilted. “Do you know Ted Mosby?” 

They laughed. The moment was funny. She gripped his shoulder reassuringly. As she opened her mouth to say something more, they were interrupted by a beautiful redhead. Taylor Kelly. Quickly, Y/N let go of Buck’s shoulder. 

“This is a surprise,” the woman said. 

Y/N swallowed dryly, her eyes found Buck’s face. “I’ll see you around.” Then, her eyes moved up to Taylor. “Have a nice evening.” A polite smile appeared on her face as she left them at the table. 

Before she could exit the bar, she found Maddie and Chimney at the podium as they tried to find another song to sing. She gently tapped Maddie’s shoulder to make her turn. 

“Hey,” Maddie smiled. A second later, it was gone. “You leaving already?” 

“Yeah,” Y/N nodded. “Also, I didn’t want to be present for the lovers’ quarrel.” 

All three of them turned to their table where Buck and Taylor heatedly talked. Both Maddie and Chim made a face. “I wonder what that’s about,” said Chim. 

“Anyway, I should get going. It was nice seeing you both and meeting your friends,” she looked at Maddie. “See you at work tomorrow evening?” 

“Of course. See you,” Maddie nodded. 

Y/N left the bar just in time as an Uber driver parked the car at the entrance. She hopped in, greeting the driver politely. The driver took her back to her place. 

When she thought about the evening, she was glad Maddie took her out with her friends to meet them. Y/N thought that making friends would be difficult at this age. Luckily, it didn’t prove to be right. All it took was one person willing to introduce her to their friends.

She hoped to see the firefighters soon. 

[soulofapatrick]

Sheltered by Love - Evan Buckley x Male Reader

Summary: You still have nightmares months after Buck died and came back from the lighting strike

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: none really

Y/N's POV

As the storm rumbled outside, the firehouse seemed to vibrate with each distant boom of thunder. In the dimly lit bunkroom, the rhythmic breathing of sleeping firefighters fills the air, the B shift getting as much rest as they can before they’re needed. I’m only among them as Bobby, Captain of the 118, sent me to try and get some sleep before the next call so I had settled into a restless nap, exhaustion finally catching up with me after a long shift.

But as the storm intensified, my dreams twist into something far more sinister. I found yourself standing in the midst of chaos, surrounded by flashing lights and deafening sirens. And there, at the centre of it all, was Buck—his vibrant smile replaced by a look of shock as a bolt of lightning strikes him down again. 

The jolt of waking up is abrupt as the lighting strikes Buck, my heart hammering in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as the memory of the vision lingers, haunting me. With trembling hands, I push myself upright in the cot, sweat-soaked sheets clinging to my skin. Ignoring the fatigue that weighs heavy on my limbs, I’m stumbling out the bunkroom, feet fumbling against the cool floor in my boots. The storm outside mirrors the turmoil within me, each clap of thunder echoing the panic rising in my chest. 

The firehouse feels like a labyrinth as I stumble through its corridors, my heart pounding in my chest with each step. The storm outside seems to intensify, matching the turmoil within me, as if nature itself is reflecting my inner chaos. Hen finds me first, her presence a grounding force in the midst of my panic. 

She presses a gentle hand to my forehead, concern etched in her features as she tries to coax me back to bed. But I can't relent, not when the memory of Buck's vulnerable form still lingers in my mind, haunting me with its stark reality. I struggle against her, my voice trembling as I insist that I need to find Buck.

Embarrassing tears sting my eyes as I plead with her, my desperation laid bare for all to see. Hen's expression softens, understanding dawning in her eyes as she realises the depth of my fear. With a comforting touch, she leads me up the stairs to the kitchen area where Buck and Eddie are seated in the two armchairs, deep in conversation.

Relief floods through me at the sight of Buck, his presence a balm to my frayed nerves. But as I approach, my steps falter, uncertainty gnawing at my resolve. Will he understand the depth of my fear, the way his near miss has shaken me to the core? 

Hen's reassuring hand on my shoulder is all the encouragement I need. With a shaky breath, I step forward, my eyes meeting Buck's with a mixture of relief and vulnerability.

“B-Buck," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. He looks up from his conversation with Eddie, concern furrowing his brow as he takes in my disheveled appearance.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks, his voice gentle but filled with genuine concern.

As I stand before Buck, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and longing, he reaches out with a gentle yet firm hand, pulling me down onto his lap. The suddenness of the movement catches me off guard, but before I can protest or even react, I find myself cradled against his chest, his warmth enveloping me like a protective cocoon.

His concerned gaze meets mine, brows furrowed in genuine worry as he takes in my disheveled appearance. "Hey, what's going on?" His voice is soft, filled with a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine as he asks again.

I struggle to find my voice, to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling within me. But as I gaze into his eyes, the words seem to evaporate, leaving only a raw vulnerability in their wake. Without waiting for a response, Buck wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if sensing the depths of my turmoil. I sink against him, my body moulded to his like pieces of a puzzle fitting seamlessly together.

The warmth of his embrace seeps into my bones, banishing the chill of uncertainty that had gripped me moments before. My palm instinctively presses against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. In that intimate moment, there's no room for pretence or hesitation. It's just Buck and me, united in our shared vulnerability, our unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface. 

And as he rubs soothing circles on my back, I can't help but wonder if he feels the same magnetic pull that I do, the unspoken connection that binds us together in moments of crisis. 

"The lightning," I choke out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush, my voice barely above a whisper. Buck's surprised sound sends a jolt of embarrassment through me, amplified by Eddie's studious gaze. I bury my face in the crook of Buck's neck, wishing I could disappear into the safety of his embrace.But instead of recoiling, Buck covers the hand pressed against his chest with his own, pressing it firmer against his heartbeat. The gesture is both comforting and intimate, sending a shiver down my spine as I feel the warmth of his touch seep into my skin.

Eddie clears his throat, breaking the tense silence that hangs between us. "I, uh, think I left something in the truck," he says hastily, his eyes flickering between Buck and me. "Hen, want to give me a hand?” 

Hen nods, shooting me a sympathetic glance before following Eddie out of the room. Alone at last, Buck turns his attention back to me, his expression soft with concern and something more. 

With gentle hands, he manoeuvres me until I'm straddling his waist, his warmth seeping into every fibre of my being. His touch is electric, sending sparks dancing across my skin as his thumb soothes over my cheek. 

Every instinct in me screams to hide, to retreat into the safety of my own thoughts and emotions. But as I feel Buck's steady gaze on me, a flicker of determination ignites within me. I force myself to meet his eyes, willing him to see the depth of my feelings, the longing that simmers beneath the surface.

And as if sensing my silent plea, Buck moves his fingers to hook under my chin, drawing me closer until our lips are just inches apart. The anticipation crackles in the air between us, palpable and electric, as he leans in to capture my lips in a soft, tentative kiss. 

In that moment, everything falls into place. The warmth of his embrace, the tender caress of his lips against mine—it all feels so right, so achingly familiar. And as we melt into each other, the outside world fades into insignificance, leaving only the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

As we pull away from the kiss, our hearts beating as one, Buck's arms wrap around me in a tight, protective embrace. The warmth of his body against mine sends a shiver of contentment down my spine, and I find myself melting into his embrace, lost in the comfort of his touch.

"I'm here," he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm and soothing against my skin. "I'll always be here for you.” His words are like a lifeline in the storm, grounding me in the present moment and banishing the ghosts of doubt that still linger in the corners of my mind. With him, I feel safe, cherished, and wholly loved. 

As the thunder continues to rumble outside, a symphony of nature's fury, Buck's presence is the calm at the centre of the storm. He holds me close, rocking me gently in his arms, the rhythm of his movements a lullaby that soothes me back into the gentle embrace of sleep. With each sway, each comforting murmur, I feel myself drifting further and further into a blissful oblivion, the worries of the world fading away until there is nothing left but the two of us, bound together by an unspoken promise of love and understanding.

And as I finally succumb to the embrace of sleep, cradled in Buck's arms, I know that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, we'll face them together, hand in hand, hearts entwined in a love that knows no bounds. 

911 Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

[iliketopgun]

hi, my darling!! can i request “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” with evan buckley?

i have been obsessed with him for so long (lmao as if it isn't obvious-) and i NEED more of him!!

"Honey Honey!"

Can I kiss your brain? I love this!!!!

🩷 "Nuestra Canción" send me some cute fluff prompts for characters that I write, x reader or my OCs are allowed.

Word count: 560

The prompt: "You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

A/N: Never written for x reader before so here goes nothing. Legitimately don't know where this came from, deviated a bit from the prompt btw, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: female!reader, tooth rotting fluff, I totally didn't have Mamma Mia! on repeat while writing this (I'm lying so much), domesticity, curls are here, reader is a part of the 118, a curse word or two, Buck and reader live together, Buck calls his S/O "Baby" and other pet names, Buck is shirtless (yes, suffer), reader's favorite food is grilled cheese (if it's not, I'm sorry), kissing does happen, not beta read

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Buck could've sworn he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole world. His girlfriend was insanely good looking. And her music taste was impeccable. Buck could stare at her all day and never grow tired of her. Yeah, to say he was down bad was a major understatement. But who could blame him, when you looked like a goddess?

Buck was making dinner when you came in from a shift at the 118, it had been a simple 12 hour overtime shift for some extra money, but it had been so uneventful, it took a toll on you. The utter anxiety for the bell that never rang that entire shift. You kick off your work boots by the door, putting your keys in the dish by the door and putting your bag on the floor, you'll get it later. You unbutton your uniform shirt and tug it off, leaving you in a white undershirt. "I'm home!" You call out as you walk into the kitchen of the loft, watching your boyfriend cook. Buck turns around, in your tiredness, you didn't notice that Buck was shirtless and he hadn't gelled his curls back. Was he trying to kill you? Well even if he was you were sure, you'd die really happy. "Oh, hey baby, I'm making your favorite. Grilled cheese." Buck says with a smile, it was adorable. So attentive. "Mmmm, I love you. You're the best." You tell him with as much appreciation you could muster. Your nerves were shot to hell and you just wanted to eat and sleep. Buck takes notice of this and guides you to the couch, wraps you in a blanket and walks to the kitchen, leaving you confused. "Buck? What are you doing?" You ask between a laugh. Buck puts the grilled cheese on a plate and comes back into the living room with the plate and hands it to you. "Eat. Wanna watch Mamma Mia?" Buck asks you, knowing it was one of your favorites. You nod as you bite into the grilled cheese, moaning in appreciation. Buck smiles at you and kisses your forehead. Buck puts the movie on and sits beside you on the couch, placing you in his lap and cuddling you. He was like a personal space heater. But right now you don't care about anything except food and Buck. The movie starts and you finish your food up after a few minutes. You get up and place your dirty dishes in the dishwasher before running up the loft stairs to grab your pajamas. You were walking down the stairs while adjusting your Buck's shirt when the beach scene came on. No matter how many times you watched it, it still made you flush like a little girl. Buck picks up on that. "Are you blushing?" He teases and "N-no!" You stammer, before playfully tossing a pillow at him. "You wound me, darling!" Buck says dramatically while holding his hand over his heart. "Oh shush, you're fine. Plus you deserve it for walking around shirtless!" You reply before walking towards him. "You getting flustered is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen." Buck says as you stand in between his legs while he looks at you with those cerulean blue eyes and you try not to melt. "Oh shut up, Buckley!" You tell him before kissing him.

The end!

I hope you enjoyed it!

[redocity]

Had a thought, where since buck is a God damn redwood, reader jokingly stands on a coffee table to look down at him and cup his face to kiss him and he absolutely adores whenever it happens

STEP-UP — E.BUCKLEY

you’re not exactly gifted in the height department, so you have to use a bit of extra help to reach your giant of a boyfriend.

evan buckley x short!reader | 1.5k | fluff | masterlist.

a/n — oh to stand on a coffee table so i can kiss my tall-ass bf 😔✊

It started really as a one-off.

Buck was all broad shoulders and strong arms, a hulking redwood of a man who seemed to tower over everyone and everything. And you? Well… not so much.

You’d grown used to tilting your head back to meet his eyes, to stretching onto your tiptoes just to kiss him. But that one night, when something in the air felt light, fun, you’d found yourself getting creative.

It had been after dinner, a quiet evening in the apartment, the smell of spices lingering in the kitchen as the two of you moved through your usual routines.

He’d been washing the dishes, his tall, muscular frame filling the small space as you leaned against the couch, watching him.

Buck always made everything look so effortless, even something as simple as cleaning up, defined arms reaching across the surface with ease.

You shook your head, amused at the sight, and thats when the idea hit you.

As he returned, you stepped up onto the low coffee table that sat between the couch and the TV, elevating yourself just enough that when he looked back at you, for once, you were looking down at him.

It was barely half an inch, but you were satisfied.

“Whatcha doing up there?” He asked, chuckling softly, his voice rumbling softly in his chest.

“Just wanted to see what it feels like to be you for once,” you teased, stepping closer to the edge of the table. You were now eye level with him, something that almost never happened unless he was sat down.

He was so tall, so big, that it felt like half the time you were craning your neck just to meet his gaze.

Buck’s grin grew, his blue eyes twinkling as he stepped forward, standing just inches away from you. He wasn’t stupid—he knew what was coming, but he liked to play along. That was the thing about Buck; he had a sense humour to match his size.

You loved that about him, loved that despite his intimidating appearance, he was so easygoing, so ready to engage in your playful moments.

“Well,” you said, cupping his face with both hands, your palms warm against his stubbled cheeks. “This is how it feels to be tall,”

And before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, tender, and for once, you didn’t have to strain or stretch or find some weird angle to reach him. For the first time in what felt like forever, you were the one with the advantage. When you pulled back, he was still smiling, eyes closed, clearly savoring the moment.

“How’s the weather up there?” he teased, voice low and affectionate.

You laughed, patting his chest. “Nothing but sunny skies,”

Buck hummed out a laugh as his palms splayed over your hips, although he didn’t get to bask in the moment for too long.

“Is that shelf always that dusty?”

—

That had been the beginning of it.

From then on, whenever you were in the mood to mess with him or just wanted to kiss him without feeling like you needed a step stool, you’d find something to stand on.

The stairs, a chair, even a curb if you were out walking. Each time, you’d make some cheeky comment about your newfound height, and each time, Buck would play along, leaning into your touch with a fond smile, like he couldn’t get enough.

It was as if, in those moments, the world shrank a little.

Buck’s usual stature seemed to fade, and the dynamic between the two of you shifted, becoming something even more intimate.

You could see it in his eyes, how much he adored it when you cupped his face and brought him down to your level. He never seemed to mind that you were taking a playful jab at his height. In fact, if anything, he seemed to love you more for it.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift at the firehouse, Buck came home looking more worn than usual. His broad shoulders were slumped, and there were dark circles under his eyes, the weight of the day’s work evident in every step he took.

You had been waiting for him, curled up on the couch, but the moment you saw him, you knew he needed something to lift his spirits.

Without saying a word, you hopped off the couch and walked over to the stairs, climbing two steps before turning to face him. He looked up at you, tired but curious, his lips quirking into a small smile despite himself.

“Again?” he asked, his voice rough from the long day.

“Come here,” You beckoned softly, your hands already reaching out for him.

He moved toward you, and when he was standing in front of the stairs, you reached up, cupping his face just like you had so many times before.

This time, though, you were gentle, your thumbs brushing over the scruff on his cheeks as you tilted his head up to meet yours.

“I missed you today,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss.

When you pulled back, you kept your hands on his face, looking down at him with all the love and affection you could muster. “Rough shift?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling deeply, and when he opened them again, that familiar softness had returned. The exhaustion was still there, but it wasn’t weighing him down quite as much anymore.

His hands came to rest on your waist, holding you close, and for a moment, you just stood there, savouring the quiet between you.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s much better now,”

—

Over time, your little ritual became a balm for the both of you. Whenever things felt heavy, or when the world outside was too much, you’d find a way to shrink the distance between you.

It was a small, silly thing, but it meant something. It was a reminder that despite the difference in your heights, in your physicalities, you were equals in every other way.

You grounded him, gave him something to hold onto when the days got long and the nights got lonely.

One weekend, you found yourselves at a park near your apartment, enjoying a rare day off together.

Buck had insisted on taking you to this spot, one that overlooked the city and had the perfect view of the sunset. As the two of you walked along the path, hand in hand, you came across a low stone wall that lined the edge of the trail.

Without thinking, you hopped up onto it, grinning as Buck looked up at you, amused as ever. You walked along the wall, balancing carefully as he followed alongside you, his hand resting on your hip to steady you.

“Are you ever going to stop doing this?” he asked, though his smile told you he didn’t really want you to.

“Nope,” you replied, hopping off the wall and landing right in front of him. “Never,”

Buck chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled you into his arms, lifting you slightly off the ground as he kissed you.

You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands held you securely. Even though you were back to being shorter than him, it didn’t matter. In moments like these, there was no difference. It was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, everything else fading away.

After he set you back down, you rested your forehead against his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

His arms tightened around you, and you knew, without a doubt, that this was where you belonged. Whether you were standing on a table or two steps up, or just in his arms, the height didn’t matter.

What mattered was the way he looked at you, the way he held you, like you were the only thing in the world that could make him feel whole.

“Love you,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“Love you too,” he whispered back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

From that moment on, every time you stood on something to kiss him, it wasn’t just a joke anymore. It was a promise.

A promise that no matter how tall the trees grew or how high the flames rose, you’d always find a way to reach him.

And Buck? He’d always be there, looking up at you with that same adoration in his eyes, grateful for every kiss you gave him, no matter how high up you had to go to deliver it.

[utopiajk101]

Surprise kiss!! 😘

Buddie💕

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✨🍓Strawberries and Cream Masterlist🍓✨

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Summary: Eddie is at work one day when the prettiest little thing he's ever seen in his entire life comes into the station and rocks his world upside down

Notes: As I'm working on chapters 4 and 5 together I'm realizing darn imma needa whole list for it huh might as well start now

Episode 1: First Appearances

Episode 2: Zoo Daze

Episode 3: Why You So Obsessed With Me

Episode 4: Fast Cars and Faster Planets

Episode 5: Driver's License

Episode 6: Blueberry Pie

Episode 7: I Can Hear The Bells

Episode 8: It’s Party Time

Episode 9: I don’t dance

Episode 10: How Can I Breathe Without You

Episode 11: There’s a First Time For Everything OUT NOW

Episode 12: Peach Cola

Episode 13: Criminal Minds

Episode 14: Crystal Lake

Strawberries and Cream Presents:

A Day with Buck: Buck x Reader

Eddie Can’t Breath: Eddie x Reader

Garden Variety: Eddie x Reader

While You Were Away: Eddie x Reader

Sneak Previews:

Preview for A Day with Buck: Scene 1

Chapter 4: Scene 1 Scene 2

Chapter 5: Scene 1 Scene 2

Chapter 6: Scene 1

Chapter 9: Scene 1

Strawberries and Cream playlist:

Spotify

[lnfours]

Hi baby! Saw you need some inspiration and I thought, do you know the early stages of dating? Like, you are getting to know the person and there are aspects you don't expect and surprise you and I imagined the first time reader realises how much clingy Lando can be and it's just cute and lovey dovey 🥺 maybe he is sick or something and turns into a giant baby

hello, my love!!! 🥹 it's been a while, i missed you sm!!! i hope you're doing well! <3

also, i can totally see lando turning into a big baby when he's sick, and even when he isn't 😁

blurb day to cure my writers block

it was early morning when lando's name lit up your phone, a soft buzz following his text. you knew he landed late last night and when you called him just before bed he sounded a bit nasally, almost like he was catching a cold.

sure enough, the text you read on the screen confirmed your suspicions.

would you kill me if i asked to reschedule our lunch date? i'm feeling like i got hit by a bus 😩

you immediately texted him back, fingers typing quickly on the screen.

not at all! do you need anything? i can stop at the store and come by, maybe make some soup if you're feeling up to it ❤️

he felt guilty for canceling the date you two had planned out before he left, especially because he had been away for weeks. his head was pounding and his sinuses were all stuffed up, but as he read your message back to him, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. the sweet words making his heart jump up to his throat.

depends, does the chef also provide cuddles upon request? 🤔

i'm sure they'd be able to make special accommodations, just for you 😌

oh, he was on cloud nine...

lovely, see you soon? ❤️

see you soon ❤️

you threw on the first pair of sweatpants and hoodie you could find before grabbing your things and rushing out the door, making your way to the store. after browsing the medicine isle for all different kinds of treatments and debating on wether or not to splurge for the extra strength medicine, which you did, you grabbed the ingredients to make the soup. the same recipe your mom used to make for you whenever you were feeling under the weather, the one that worked like a charm.

and shortly after, you were knocking on the door to his apartment. smiling sympathetically when he opened the door with tired eyes and a small smile, the hood of his black hoodie pulled over the mess of brown curls. he looked tired, and he definitely looked sick.

"'ve got every medicine i could find," you said, pulling all the packages out from the bag and placing them onto the counter, "and the ingredients for the soup my mom used to make."

he sat in the stool at the kitchen island, head resting on his hand as he watched you open one of the packets of pills. you popped one out of it's foil casing, turning around and grabbing a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water before sliding them towards him, "here, this should help with the head and stuffy nose."

he nodded, taking the pills before reaching out to you now that you were in arms length. you let him pull you closer, slightly giggling and wrapping your arms around him as his head rested on your stomach.

you had heard that men were big babies whenever they were sick, but with lando it seemed... different. almost like he had been hiding the fact that he enjoyed cuddling into you, not wanting to scare you off in the beginning stages of your relationship.

but you didn't mind, not one bit. you liked this, and you would've stayed like this for the rest of the day if you didn't have a recipe to start.

his words were muffled into your sweatshirt as he softly spoke, voice gravely, "thank you."

you leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his hoodie-clad head, "'course,"

he picked his head up and you were met with the same grey-green eyes you were met with at the door, this time they screamed sleep deprived. you tucked the curls back underneath the hood, "wanna go lay on the couch while i start this? i'll join you when 'm done,"

he nodded, moving slowly towards the couch before flopping down, grabbing the blanket from the back panels and getting comfortable. he flipped the tv on as you tried your best not to be loud with the pots and pans, cautious of his pounding head.

and when the soup was finally at the stage where it had to be left to boil for hours, you made your way into the living room. you smiled softly at his cheek pressed against the couch cushion, eyes closed as he finally drifted off to sleep. you carefully joined him on the couch, stirring him awake shortly as he pulled you closer, legs intertwining with yours and his head falling to your chest.

the moment you realized you were slowly, but surely, falling in love with him. willing to do anything and everything for him as long as he was yours.

[tommys-wings]

When they’re having pizza nights at Eddie’s, Buck and Tommy usually order the two with the most protein and then share them half and half, fist bumping once they’ve done the exchange, like this is the height of teamwork.

Eddie just calls them dorks and, one time, Tommy goes ‘you’re just jealous of our swag’ to which Christopher just pretends to leave like ‘I can’t believe I ever thought you were cool’ and Tommy lets out his offended ‘eeeh!’ (The same one he had when Buck teased him about the mouth static).

This prompts a contest between Buck, Tommy, and Eddie, to see who can misuse gen z/alpha slang the most egregiously, ending up in what can only be described as a Chris torture chamber.

Anyway, they’re never starved for banter.