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[redocity]

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,”

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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.

[secretly-dum]

I’d LOVE to see May Grant comforting reader after an injury

(She could be there when it happens too)

Gender neutral reader perhaps?

Healing Touch

pairing: May Grant x gender neutral!reader

genre: super cute fluff

summary: read request :)

warning/contents: arm injury, pain from the arm injury, hugging, could be seen as a platonic or romantic fic, comfort, mentions of Y/N.

additional notes: sorry for this taking so long, slowly starting to get motivation again !

Remember, reblogging > liking !!

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You sat down on your empty kitchen counter , the pain in your arm showing up again, reminding you that you couldn’t move it. A sigh fell from your lips as you heard knocking on your door, walking towards it and looking through to see May. The frown you had suddenly turned into a soft smile while you unlocked the door.

“Y/N!”

“May!” You said back with the same energy, giving her a side hug to prevent putting harmful pressure on your injury.

“How’s your arm holding up?” She asks, pushing past you with 2 grocery bags on her left arm and 1 on her right.

“Woah woah woah…What do you have in those bags?” you say, May gave you was mocking-confusion.

“Remember, you had broken your arm right in front of me, so I’m deciding to help you get better in the process- and don’t say you don’t need help…” she looks around to see the small messes splatter around your apartment, “cause you do..”

“Okay okay,” you laugh, “Maybe I do need some help.” You grab one of the bags with your uninjured arm, glancing inside.

“How is popcorn and my favorite candy gonna help my arm heal?” You say raising an eyebrow.

“By watching your favorite movie! I can’t have you sad AND in pain. I’ll be staying here for a while.” May announces, her head tilting upwards to show her proudness, you just can’t help but giggle.

“But…I don’t want you being here just cause I’m hurt-“

“I’m here because I want to be here Y/N.” She looks at you with a heartwarming smile.

“Thank you…really. You’re already making me feel better.” The both of you laugh before she says something again.

“Of course! Now let’s get you settled in for some movie time.” May heads to the living room, setting down the bags and beginning to search for your favorite movie. You follow after her, feeling a sense of comfort as you settle in on the couch with a cozy blanket.

As the movie starts, you feel your worries fade away and your pain start to dull. May sits down right beside you, snacking on popcorn and laughing at the movie’s jokes. You can’t help but smile, happy that she’s here with you.

After the movie ends, May helps you clean up and settle into bed to sleep. As you close your eyes, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you have someone who cares about you and will be there for you when you need it most.

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[utopiajk101]

Surprise kiss!! 😘

Buddie💕

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[lnfours]

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."

[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

Banner belongs to @/cafekitsune

Do not repost anywhere else or use it to train AI! This is my work! My own brain created this. Don't be a plagiarizer!

Here we go! Safe under the cut!

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!

[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

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⛓️9 makes 1 team masterlist⛓️

This is an ongoing text series 🖤

⚠️ Overall Warnings: Cussing, Fluff, suggestive, smut to come so MDNI!! lmk if I missed anything 🖤

❤️Pairing: Ateez x reader (established relationship)

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

✨🍓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:

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

may I request an angst with evan buckley

"keep your eyes on me." promt with an established relationship please! but hes been through a lot give him his happy ending please, i love him so much 🫶🏻

Lightning Strike.

28. "Keep your eyes on me."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my soft sweet buck. thank you for this request <3

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - sad buck. mentions of a sort of panic attack.

Word Count - 500 ish maybe??

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Buck is the king of putting on a brave face.

Always strong, never faltering. He reassures everyone he's fine time and time again, smiling and cracking jokes. But you see right through him.

You've always been able to read him like a book. You don't even have to try.

After the lightning strike, Buck doubled down on his brave face. He wouldn't let anyone see him upset - not even Eddie. Which is rare. And worrying.

He seems to be coping surprisingly well, desperate to get back to work and resume normal routine. While he's stuck at home, he's been cooking, doing puzzles, watching football. You're greeted with a lovingly cooked meal and a glass of wine every time you walk through the door.

Until today.

Today, you walk into the apartment, and it's dark. No lights on, no TV blaring sound. Nothing.

"Buck?"

Silence.

"Buck? Baby? I'm home," you call.

Now you're worried.

You start striding through the apartment, navigating your way through the darkness. When you hear a sniffle, your head whips around. There's Buck, knees pressed to his chest, jammed in between the nightstand and the wall. He's curled up on the ground, head resting on his arms that are protectively wrapped around his legs.

"Buck? Hey, did something happen?"

"Yeah," he murmurs hoarsely. "I got hit by lightning."

"I remember," you say gently. "Did something happen today?"

"I don't know," he whispers. "I think I've been distracting myself. And today it all came crashing down."

"Talk to me," you urge.

Buck's lip trembles, and so do his hands. Warm, salty tears drip down his face, and his breathing quickens rapidly.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes on me, Buck."

He locks his gaze onto yours, and mirrors your breathing carefully. Eventually, he calms down enough to speak.

"I died. I've been so close to death so many times that I'm kinda numb to it. But this time was so real. How am I supposed to go on living my life like nothing happened, when I literally died?"

"You don't have to live like nothing happened, baby," you reassure, moving to sit down in front of him. "No one expects you to do that."

"I just -," he sighs, trying to formulate a coherent thought. "I just don't know how to carry on."

You reach out gently and place a hand on his cheek, wiping away the tears that are spilling over. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone carefully, grounding him back down to Earth.

"I know you're like, totally anti therapy -," you begin, and he laughs. "But talking to a therapist or a trauma counsellor might really help. Or maybe we find a support group. This is LA, there's groups for everything."

"You think there's a lightning strike support group?" he jokes.

"I honestly wouldn't be surprised," you chuckle. "And if there isn't? Well, we'll start one."

"I might be the only person who attends."

"Fine by me," you tease, nudging him lovingly.

You stand up, and offer him a hand. He takes it gratefully, getting up and instantly wrapping his arms around you. He inhales the scent of your vanilla shampoo, and the tension leaves his shoulders rapidly.

"I love you," he murmurs into your hair. "I'm so lucky."

"I'm the lucky one," you reassure. "Well, technically you are, since you got hit by lightning. And survived."

"I've always been one in a million," he chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter.

"Yes, you have. My one in a million, Evan Buckley."

[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.

[moonstarrr]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 :)

It was around 7:45 at night and you had just given Christopher a bath. You helped him get changed into some PJS and get ready to tuck him in. You pull the blanket over him slightly and sit down at the end of his bed.

“Okay love, what bedtime story would you like me to tell you tonight”you say while smiling at him and ruffling up his hair which got a slight squeal out of him.

“Mom you know we have to wait for dad” He says while smiling . You already knows that’s impossible especially with the hour Eddie has been coming home and Christopher will already be asleep because he has school.

“Oh I know buddy but your gonna have to make do with your momma tonight because dads coming home late tonight” you say with a sigh and a smile. However Christopher looked a tad bit sad but he still wanted his story . He chose a story about dinosaurs but halfway through the story he was already off to sleep. You take his glasses off and give him a kiss on the forehead and whisper a quiet ‘I love you’ to him,turn off his lights and close his door halfway.

You sigh to yourself, and a wave of annoyance comes over you not long after. You walk to the kitchen and grab your phone and quickly texting your husband

‘We need to talk’.

You set your phone down and start to do your night routine .

Hours were passing by like nothing it went from 7 to 8 all the way to 11. You were even starting to doze off yourself but with some tea it instantly went away. Once it hit 11:30 you decided to call it a night and realized that you would need to have the conversation with Eddie another time . As soon as you got up to turn the TV off and head to your room you hear the sound of the front door being shut closed. You look down the hall and eventually see your husband resting his head down and staring to take off his shoes. He looks up to your eyes already meeting his.

“Did you get my text” you ask in a low tone while sitting back down on the couch.

“Yes but I didn’t have time to respond” He says while getting a glass of water . He comes to sit next to you on the couch and gives you a kiss.

You decided to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush at all.

“Listen Eddie, I know that I can’t control the way you work or the hours that you work but you need to keep in mind that you have other priorities and one of them is your son” you say in a tone that you rarely use. Once you bring on that tone, your husband knows that he messed up big time.

He stays quiet for two minutes looking down at the carpet.

“(Y/n) you know that I want both more than to be home with you and Christopher but being a firefighter requires me to be present and on duty”. He didn’t really want to have the conversation because he was tired and he had a long day but he tried his best to take the annoyance out of him.

“I understand that but what do you expect me to do and how do you expect me to feel . Your son has been looking forward to the bedtime story routine that you and him have . Every night Eddie. Do you want me to keep telling him the same thing over and over again because I’m pretty sure he’s already picking up” you say raising your voice a little bit.

All you wanted was for him to understand where you were coming from with this. Your son is missing his dad and his wife is missing him.

He rubs a hand over his face and leans back into the couch and sighs while taking another sip of the water. He places his hand on your knee and rubs up and down your leg.

“It’s just hard Eddie, work is consuming you and I can see it . You need to make time and have a decent balance” you place your hand on his cheek and shoulder.

He smiles at you.

“Look hun, I’m so sorry it was never my intention to make you feel that way. I guess I never really realized how much I was caught up with work and how late I was coming home. It’s more of a caught up in the moment kind of thing”.

You smile at him and give him a long loving kiss. You know it’s not really his fault however there are some things that he can change and adjust just to make some things happen now.

He draws you into a comforting hug placing one hand on your back and the next one on the back of your head kissing the top of your head.

‘I’ll make the change and I’ll make time’

[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.

[vdlest]

Home Sweet Home

Characters:

Eddie Diaz x Female!Reader

Summary:

The reader and Eddie are living in together with Christopher. You just got home and saw Eddie sleeping in the couch, waiting for you.

Nothing but fluff and sweet conversations

A/N:

I haven’t written anything in a while. Let’s see if I still have it lol!

It’s been a long day for you.

You finished a lot of works today and all you wanted is to crash into the bed and have the best sleep you can get before another long day tomorrow.

You went inside the house and upon opening the light, you saw Eddie lying on the couch, peacefully sleeping.

A smile immediately formed in your lips.

You put down your keys and your bag by the rocking chair and you approached your sleeping boyfriend.

It’s been 2 years since you two met.

There was a huge fire that took place in the hotel you used to work at. You got trapped in one of the guest's rooms because you were trying to rescue one of the guests too. Good thing the firefighters from 118 came to rescue you, and it was Eddie who saved you when you were almost hit by a falling debris.

You owe your life to Eddie.

If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be where you are today.

A few days after the fire, he checked up on you to see you're okay and that you're not experiencing any trauma. Then he went back again after a week, not to just check on you but to get your number. Since the day he got your number, the two of you are constantly exchanging messages.

Until one day, he finally asked you out, and the rest was history.

"Hey," you gently caressed his cheeks to wake him up.

His eyes slowly flicker and when he saw you, he got up and sat down on the couch, "I fell asleep while I was waiting for you."

You sat down beside him, "Yeah, I noticed that."

"You worked pretty late today," he said as he stretched his arms.

"We had a lot of issues today with our upcoming group, so I had to stay and negotiate with them. Good thing I'm finally home," you answered.

He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as warm as he could make you feel, "Yeah, you're home. Chris was actually waiting for you too, but I guess he fell asleep." You felt Eddie kissed your head, "I guess I'm not the only one who misses you."

"Aww, I miss you and Chris too,” you answered as you rest your hand on top of his chest.

This is what made you so excited to come home — to feel secured and happy in the arms of your boyfriend. Ever since you two moved in together, you stopped experiencing nightmares that you’ve been experiencing since you were a kid. And every single time you wake up in the morning, your heart is filled with so much love just by seeing Eddie and Chris.

“By the way,” Eddie faces you but his arms are still wrapped around you, “It’s my off this weekend. I’m planning to take you and Christopher out.”

“That sounds like a nice plan to me,” you answered with a smile on your face.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go out with us? I’m worried you might have to work this weekend, given the circumstances you’re dealing with right now,” he said.

You cupped his right cheeks and assured him that it’s totally okay, “I’m off this weekend too anyways. Plus, I’ve been wanting to go out with you and Chris. I can’t even remember the last time we went out, just the three of us.”

“How ‘bout on Monday?”

“On Monday?” your brows furrowed in confusion, “Chris has school, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m talking about just the two of us,” he said. “I mean, the three of us are already going out this weekend, so I’m wondering if we can have Monday just for the two of us. Like, after we drop Christopher off his school, we can go somewhere, then we’ll pick him up in the afternoon afterwards.”

“I mean, I can take a day off on Monday too, but are you sure you want to go out on Monday? Just the two of us?” you asked.

He grabbed your hand and smiles at you, “Why not? It’s only fair to have some quality time for both of us, right?”

In all honesty, you are excited for some quality time with Eddie.

It’s been a long time since the two of you dated, because the two of you will always think of Christopher first. After all, you promised to each other that Christopher will be part and the top priority of your relationship.

“Sure,” you replied. “So where are you taking me?”

He winked at you, “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

“God, you are so full of surprises!” you commented.

Your relationship with Eddie has been both a blessing and a gift. He’s been there with you, through the ups and downs of your life, through thick and thin, through turns and twists. It was like he completed the real meaning of “love” in your life. And there’s no other person you would rather take the risk of falling in love than him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he suddenly asked you, not knowing that you’ve been staring at him.

You shook your head as you fix his hair and gave him a smile.

Well, you know your boyfriend too well. He’s not gonna take that as an answer, “Come on, tell me.”

“I just realized how damn lucky I am,” you confessed and you felt his hands on top of yours, “All my life I’ve been looking for someone who could finally understand me, who could love me and teach me to love myself even better. I’m so glad I finally found you.”

“No,” he kissed the back of your hand and gave you a reassuring smile, “I found my way to you. Right from the moment I saved you, my heart already knew you weren’t just a stranger that I needed to save. I had a hard time forgetting you, so I stopped trying to forget you instead, I accepted the truth that you are someone I won’t be forgetting.”

“I know I’m hard to forget,” you joked.

Eddie chuckles, “I have no plans of forgetting you,” he extended his arms around you and pulled you towards his chest, “You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

“I have no plans of resisting,” you answered.

[utopiajk101]

-“ I thought I lost you”.

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[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.

[soulofapatrick]

Heat of the Moment - Eddie Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Eddie has been flirting with you since you joined the 188 and finally takes action

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: heavy make out

Notes: I hope this justice to the anon who requested it

Y/N’s POV

I step into the firehouses’ locker room, the faint scent of aged leather and burnt wood lingering in the air. The camaraderie within the 188 has been welcoming, making my transition into the team seamless. Each member has extended a hand of friendship, but there’s one person who has constantly set my heart racing—Eddie Diaz.

The man is charismatic, there’s no denying that. His infectious smile and friendly demeanour have everyone at ease, but it’s more than that for me. Eddie’s playful banter, the subtle compliments that dance of the edge of flirtation, have me blushing like a teenager. And he knows it, damn it. It starts with those smiles—the kind that makes my heart skip a beat. He catches my eye across the room, a glint of mischief evident in the depths of his gaze, and that’s where it all begins. 

Sometimes, as he passes by, his touch is barely perceptible but sends shivers down my spine. A casual hand on my shoulder when he shares a joke, or a gentle brush of his fingers as he hands me something. It’s a touch that lingers just long enough to be noticed but short enough to leave me yearning for more. 

In the confined space of the locker room, Eddie takes it up a notch. I’m lacing up my boots, focused on the task at hand, when I feel his presence behind me. His hands find their way to my hips, a casual yet intimate touch as he manoeuvres around me to grab his gear. My breath catches, and I try to convince myself it’s just friendly camaraderie, but the way his fingers linger leaves me questioning. 

Words, too, become his weapons of choice. He leans in close when he speaks, his warm breath grazing my ear. The simplest of comments carry a weight that makes my cheeks burn. “You know, Y/N, you really make this fire station a much brighter place,” He says with a grin, and I swear I can feel the heat of his words against my skin. As Eddie’s words hang in the air, I can’t help but feel a surge of wrath that has nothing to do with the uniform. I stand up, intending to respond with something clever or at least coherent, but the moment I rise, I’m acutely aware of his proximity. 

Suddenly, he’s there, close enough I can feel the heat radiating from his body. It catches me off guard, and for a moment, I’m frozen in place. Eddie’s chest presses against my back, and the contract sends a jolt through me. My heart races, and I can’t ignore the magnetic pull between us. 

“Is that so?” I manage to reply, my voice sounding much steadier than I feel. His closeness is intoxicating, and I can’t deny the effect it has on me. 

He chuckles, the sound low and tantalising and I sense his breath against the nape of my neck, “Absolutely. You’re really something special.”  

I turn around to face him, and the intensity in his gaze makes my pulse quicken. Before I can full comprehend what’s happening, Eddie takes a step closer, and my back meets the cold metal of the lockers. The sudden change in proximity has my breath catching. 

“Eddie, what are you—" I begin, but my words are cut off as he crowds me, his body inching closer until there's hardly any space between us. The locker room seems to shrink, the air thickening with an unspoken tension. 

His hand finds the wall beside my head, effectively trapping me. Eddie's eyes flicker with a mixture of playfulness and something deeper, more intense. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice a low timbre that sends shivers down my spine. His proximity is both exhilarating and unnerving. I can feel the warmth of his body, the subtle brush of his breath against my skin. My senses heighten as his hand rests on the wall, caging me in. 

His eyes, intense and magnetic, hold mine captive. There’s a playfulness in them, but it’s underscored by an unmistakable depth that speaks of unexplored desires. As he murmurs my name, the timbre of his voice resonates within me, sending shivers down my spine. It’s a magnetic pull, drawing me closer to the edge of something I never anticipated. 

With Eddie’s hand finds mine, it’s a jolt of electricity. His fingers interlace with mine, creating an intimate connection that transcends the playful banter of earlier. The touch is firm yet gentle, as if he’s reassuring me that this is a path we’re walking together. His other hand, warm and possessive, rests on my hip. It’s a point of contact that sets my nerves ablaze. Every move feels deliberate, sending a rush of anticipation through my veins. I can’t help but marvel at the way his body aligns with mine, the proximity igniting a fire within. 

In that charged moment, as Eddie's scent wraps around me, I can almost taste the anticipation in the air. The mixture of his subtle cologne and the rugged musk of the fire station creates a sensory overload that heightens every nerve in my body. The world outside this locker room ceases to exist, and all that remains is the awareness of him, close, real, and magnetic. 

Shaky breaths betray my internal turmoil, but it’s not fear that courses through me; it’s a potent hunger, an ache that’s been building with every exchanged place and lingering touch. I can’t help but wonder if Eddie feels the same, if the unspoken tension between us is, indeed, shared desire. 

As the seconds stretch, I tilt my head up instinctively, seeking something unspoken, something I can’t quite name. Eddie’s lips barely brush mine in a teasing promise before he ducks his head down, closing the distance. 

The first touch is electric, a spark that ignites a fire deep within. His lips on mine are soft, a gentle exploration that quickly deepens. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, transcending the uncharted territory we find ourselves in. The world tilts on its axis as the taste of him floods my senses—warm, inviting and undeniably intoxicating. 

Emotionally, it’s a whirlwind. There’s surge of longing, of a connection forged in the unspoken language of desire. My hands, initially uncertain, find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The kiss is a dance, and my hands navigate the contours of his body, discovering the warmth and strength I’ve only imagined until now. 

The kiss deepens, a seamless blend of passion and connection. It’s a dance of two souls finally acknowledging the unspoken yearning that has lingered between us. Eddie’s hands, too, explore the landscape of my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The world outside fades into insignificance as we lose ourselves in the shared intensity of the moment. But, just as the crescendo of emotions reached its peak, a sudden intrusion shatters the fragile bubble we’ve created. The locker room’s glass door swings open, and the hasty footsteps of another member echo in the room. Startled, we break apart, breathless and disorientated. 

Buck stands frozen in the doorway, eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, the air crackles with an awkward tension as he stumbles over his words, “Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to… I just forgot my…uh, never mind.” He fumbles with his words, and the realisation of what he’s stumbled upon dawns on him. 

Buck's awkward retreat leaves a lingering tension in the room, and Eddie and I exchange a silent acknowledgment of the unusual situation we find ourselves in. The locker room, usually a sanctuary of camaraderie, has transformed into a stage for an unintended revelation, and the unspoken tension between Eddie and me is now exposed, hanging palpably in the air. As Buck stumbles out of the doorway, hastily retreating from the unexpected scene, I meet Eddie's gaze. There's a mix of amusement and shared disbelief in his eyes. We're both caught in this strange, suspended moment where the line between friendship and something more has been irrevocably crossed.

Just as we begin to compose ourselves, Eddie glances behind him, his expression shifting. It's then that I notice the rest of the team, peering down from the upstairs balcony. The realisation hits us simultaneously — the glass walls of the locker rooms have turned our private moment into an unintentional public spectacle. 

A chorus of surprised gasps and hushed whispers filters down from above. The team, usually a tight-knit family, now observes with a mix of curiosity and amusement. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, and Eddie, ever the composed one, smirks, perhaps trying to diffuse the tension with humour. 

In that moment, our private revelation becomes a shared experience with the whole squad, and the locker room, once a haven of shared secrets, is now a glass-walled confessional. As Eddie and I exchange a resigned yet amused look, it's clear that the dynamics within the 118 have just taken an unexpected turn, and there's no going back.

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