#firehouse 118

[mousestar369]

Eddie, walking into the station's kitchen: Is something burning in here?

Buck: Only my love for you.

Hen, looking behind Buck: ...the toaster's on fire.

Buck: Eh, we're in a fire station.

Bobby, putting out the toaster with a fire extinguisher: This is the third toaster this week!

[caveevulpis]

Title: Hotbox Heroes || Author: cavevulpis

Word Count: 2,8k || Pre-Relationship || Rating: Teen || No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Firehouse 118 Crew, Firehouse 118 Crew & Ravi Panikkar, Howie "Chimney" Han & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Ravi Panikkar & Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie, Ravi Panikkar, Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" WilsonHowie "Chimney" Han

Additional Tags: Firehouse 118 Crew as Family, Ravi Panikkar Is The People's Princess, Mind/Mood Altering Substances, Pre-Relationship, Minor Slash, Equipment Malfunction as a Plot Device, Inaccuracies Everywhere, Crack

Summary:

Buck nudged a charred bag of gummies with his foot and whistled low. “Man, this place is like a stoner’s cathedral.”

They moved in deeper, tracing the fire to a storage room. There, nestled in a corner, was the culprit—a wall-mounted electrical panel.

Buck steadied himself against the doorframe. “Do you feel that?”

Eddie glanced at him. “Feel what?”

“I’m not sure,” he said, squinting at the ceiling. “The lights look... brighter? And the room feels... kind of stretchy?”

He blinked. Now that he had mentioned it, something did seem off. He frowned at the scorched plaster, his mind struggling to rationalize the way it seemed to ripple. Skeptical, he turned to Buck. “Are you serious right now? This isn’t…wait…why are the walls moving?”

Buck stared at him for a long moment.

“Oh no,” he ultimately gasped.

Eddie’s brow furrowed. “Oh no what?”

Buck’s face was the epitome of seriousness. “I think we just got hotboxed.”

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It’s LA— of course there’s a fire at a weed dispensary.

And because it's LA, the rest is predictable.

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Read on AO3

[pythiart23]

Just gonna leave this here :]

[feathers-67]

Oliver Stark tweets you'll always be famous.

[1-800-ur-cyber-slxtt]

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃; 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐘

summary: your uniform gets shrunken in the wash and shrinks a decent size smaller. Buck who already has feelings for you is more than flustered at the sight of your shirt hugging your plump tits.

word count: 1k

warnings: brief smut (nothing major), plus size!reader, fem!reader, no use of y/n, mentions of tit play + fucking, p in v??

notes: part two incoming

divider credit: @v6que

Buck felt his jaw drop as soon as you walked into the firehouse. The way your fat tits pressed desperately against the navy fabric of your work uniform, the shirt visibly much tighter than usual. His cheeks were already a bright shade of red, hot and embarrassed at the tent already threatening to form in his pants. He adjusted in his seat as you made your way over. Buck tried to hide his arousal from the rest of the team, hoping his flustered state would go unnoticed. 

You let out a sigh as you reach the team, all spread out over the second floor of the station. Bobby was in the kitchen drying some dishes, Chim and Hen on the couch and Eddie with Buck at the table. Everyone’s attention is turned to you, greeting you like usual before they resume their previous activities. You turn to Buck who you’re closest to, noticing how it seems he hasn't looked away from you. You realise his gaze is glued to your chest before it quickly bounces back up to meet your eyes with a hard swallow.   

You make a defeated- almost embarrassed face as you pull out the chair next to Buck and sit down. “My shirt shrunk in the dryer! All my tops were wet and I was desperate to get at least one dry before my shift.” You pull at the fabric that if it wasn’t for your boobs would be hugging your stomach, wanting desperately for it to be looser. “Lesson learnt, I guess.”, you add with a huff.

Buck, stammering on his words, tries to comfort you, “If it helps, I think you look amazing.” It was painfully clear to Buck now that this was going to be one very hard shift to get through. The knowing chuckle that leaves Eddie’s lips at his best friend barely breaks Bucks trance but it shifts your attention away and onto the dark haired man across from you. 

“What?”, you practically whine, feeling increasingly insecure and annoyed, the shirt making you feel claustrophobic. At least eventually you’d have your gear on and there’d be no need to be insecure. In your rush this morning you hadn’t even remembered to pick up your jacket that could have been worn in the meantime. 

“Nothing.”Eddie shakes his head with a grin. Buck spares him a warning glance, battling to get himself in control. Who would have thought he’d get this worked up over a shrunken shirt. Buck already knew he was attracted to you, painfully aware in fact. Eddie was also aware that his best friend was swooning, always encouraging the blond to make a move. ‘Just ask her out for drinks!’, he’d practically plead so he would stop having to hear Buck’s incessant ranting. But despite Buck’s confident nature and the fact he could probably have any man or woman he wanted, he remained too timid to make a move. 

You roll your eyes only half heartedly, letting a small grin take over your features as you fall into natural conversation with Eddie. Buck stays quiet next to you, daydreaming. Imagining all the things he wants to do with those plump tits of yours. 

He imagines taking off that shirt you’re wearing, your boobs overflowing from the cups of your bra. Palming them with his large rough hands, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers. His tongue swirling around the swollen buds with almost animalistic need. 

He imagines his hard cock buried between them, throbbing tip pushing out from them with every thrust, hot cum spurting across your chest and chin when he couldn’t hold it any longer. 

He thought about the way they’d bounce as he fucked into you or you rode him. How they’d jolt with every thump of your chest, heart beating fast as you try to catch your breath. Panting like you’d ran a marathon but really Buck had just been fucking you with little to no remorse. 

“Buck? Earth to Evan.” The sound of your voice calling his name snapped Buck out of his thoughts. He wondered how long both you and Eddie had been trying to regain his focus. He looked around at you both with wide confused eyes, a look on his face that could only be described as one of a guilty child, caught red handed. 

He swallows down his embarrassment, “Huh?”, is all he manages to say at first. You and Eddie stare back at him, a small idea of where his mind had run to. Taking in his dilated pupils and beetroot red cheeks, flush rising up his neck. 

“We were asking you if you’re okay. You seem spaced out.”, you say back. Buck normally wasn’t anywhere near this quiet, unless he was upset or brooding. Always actively participating in conversation, half the time you couldn’t get him to shut up. 

“Huh, yeah- uh, I’m fine.”, He stumbles on his words, hastily getting up from his seat. “I’m just- bathroom.”, he mumbles rushing off and down the stairs. Disappearing just as soon as the muddled sentence was leaving his lips. 

You turn back to Eddie making a face, “What’s up with him?”  

He shakes his head, smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “No clue.” Your eyes narrow, he definitely knew something but you decided not to push it, already have a pretty good idea yourself. Maybe you’d confront him later, especially if he kept acting strange. The thought of following after him briefly crosses your mind but the bell going off shuts that down. 

If Buck had gone down to do what you’d thought then you already knew he wasn’t going to be happy. Going down the stairs with the rest of the team following suit you can tell you’re right. Buck’s coming out of the locker room looking frustrated. He runs a hand through his short curls, irritation exuding from him. The light illuminates small droplets of sweat across his forehead, uniform only slightly messed up. 

You can’t help the smirk that forms on your face. You’d definitely be catching up with him lately, at the very least to tease him.

[murdockbuckley]

chimney "chronic migraines" han (it's why he's always chewing gum)

bobby "chronic back pain" nash (broke his back before la, has had buildings collapse on it multiple times since, like in mayday)

evan "chronic leg/whole body pain, insomniac, HoH" buckley (he got crushed by a truck and then struck by lightning come on now)

eddie "chronic pain" diaz (he's been shot so many times)

can't believe i forgot him but:

ravi "in remission" panikkar

[loosethreadsofyoursoul]

[marvelsgirl616]

Walk him like a dog

[imaginationismykingdom]

Bobby: *reading resume* Okay right here it says you are creative.

Buck: Yes that's right.

Bobby: May I ask for an example of what you create?

Buck: Problems.

Bobby: . . . You're hired.

[weewoowings]

Buck: So, what is Tommy's type?

Hen: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, great sense of humor, animal lover.

Buck: Sounds kinda like me. Too bad we're just friends.

Hen: *deadpan* Did I mention oblivious?

Buck: Yeah, why?

Hen: Just making sure.

[fictionalmenxyn]

𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦? 𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞?

Pairing: firefighter!eddie x cop!reader (fem)

Warning: light language (once mentioned ‘shit’), injury, threats, attempt arson attack, blood, reader takes a hit (stitches but NO mentions of needles) and I believe that’s all!

Summary: 118 and Y/n had been called to an accident, nothing strange. The manager of the diner said that she could smell a gas leak but they recently had that checked. Y/n asked a few questions to the manager, revealing more information. That’s when it all clicked Y/n.

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Just another normal evening in Los Angles, while patrolling. Driving in your ford suv cop car, your radio came on. And with a familiar voice (May) it spoke “dispatch 813 P28, we’ve got a call from a person who has said there was a supposed car crash at the ‘come dine’ diner on Lakewood avenue” you nod subconsciously nod “copy that dispatch, on my way.”

You put your sirens on and head start to the scene.

You pull up already seeing Athena’s car there. You park up and hop out, putting your sunglasses on, you walked over. Seeing the 118 fire engines already there, Hen and Chimney helping some witnesses that were at the diner.

“Hey, Athen, what’s it looking like?” You approach Athen. She had her hands in her pockets as she replied “looks like the driver made a run for it after crashing, Bobby said once they had showed up, driver was no where to be seen.” You hummed “that’s odd, you think they’re injured? Looks like a bad crash..”

You look at the scene in front of you. The large window of the diner has half a car doing through it. Smashed glass everywhere, tables and chairs knocked over or broken. “Well, nobody besides the get away driver seems to be in bad shape…” you look around after Athen spoke. Seeing only a couple and a mom with her child. Only minor injuries, cuts and bruises at most. You asked “you think it’s a dui?” Athen answers “I mean, possibly? It’s half six on a Friday evening..”

Athena’s name had been called, so you were left to yourself for a moment. Sticking your hands into the arm parts of your utility vest. Glancing around the scene, you saw the 118 team by the engine. You smiled and walked on over. Seeing Buck and Ravi standing next to each other while Eddie sat on the small ledge on the engine. Hen and Chimney were at their fire ambulance patching people up as Bobby was talking with other fire captains and police officers.

You approached the three guys “hey you three.” The guys look over, Buck and Ravi almost in sync “hey.” Eddie chuckled at the two then looked at you “hey, mi amor” you smiled “hey, heard of anything from here?” Buck replied “nope, just a crash… without the driver” you nodded. Eddie asked “talked to any witnesses yet?” You shook your head “just got here five minutes ago. Athena told me she already had officers asking round” he nodded.

After some chatting a person in a retro outfit approached us. “Hi um, I think there is something up with the diner..” you raised an eyebrow “what’s wrong with it? Besides the car?” The person spoke “I’m the manager of the diner, i went back in the back to my office… something is smelling real bad in there… I think it’s a gas leak, but we just had that checked not too long ago..” the guys all geared up once again and went inside. You escort the manager to the side and out of the way. You ask some questions and chat with the manager. She told you how she saw a guy running out of the car, but he looked to be unscrewing something at the back of the car.

The guys came back out, Eddie walked over and spoke “hey, it’s a gas leak, but it seems to be unscrewed and damaged like someone went at it…” you look to the manager and she replied “nobody has been down there since the handyman had been down there..” Eddie added on “yeah, somebody left a rusty old wrench down there… couldn’t have been a handyman’s wrench..”

…A rusty wrench? Nobody had been down there? Saw a guy unscrew something at the back of his car? Gasoline? No… a gas leak and gasoline? That wouldn’t cause a fire… just yet.. but it could’ve… Your thoughts clicked on…you thanked the manager for her time.

Eddie looked at you in confusion.

You quickly made your way over to the car. You mumbled “thought so…” Athena looked over “everything good, Y/n/n?” You called out “this wasn’t a simple crash… I think this was intentional” Athena walks over “what?”

“I was with the one eighteen.. then the manager complained of a smell, a gas leak, Eddie checked it out and told me it looked as if someone had purposely damaged it. Before that I was questioning the manager; she said a guy had ran out of the car. But before he fled the scene, he was unscrewing something.” You gesture to the gas cap on the car. Athena clicked on too “maybe he had some sort of match or lighter on him?” You added “and maybe he fled because he saw first responders.” You jog over to the manager, “hey sorry to bother you again, but can you tell me when you saw the guy run out the car?” The lady responded “around six twenty..” you gave her a small smile and thanked her. You then jog over to Eddie.

“Hey babe, around what time did you and the team arrive here?”

“Uhh I’d say around six twenty? Why?”

It all clicked together, “this is an attempted arson”

“Wait what? Y/n! What?!”

You jog back over to Athena, “yep, we guessed correctly, one eighteen arrived right as the suspect would’ve caused the arson.” Athena nodded and headed over to Rick and explained our theory.

You walked over to Eddie, you explained everything you and Athena had just discussed. You stood next to Eddie and now Buck. Glancing around at the crowd that had formed over the time you had been there.

You notice a guy, looked about early twenties maybe late teens. A black hoodie and dark jeans. You saw a large stain on the bottom of his jeans. He looked fidgety or on edge, more like… suspicious.

You tilted your body towards Eddie “hey, don’t make it suspicious, but the guy in the crowd, black hoodie, dark jeans, looks young 18 maybe 20 at most.. looks fidgety, he’s got a big stain at the bottom of his jeans..” Eddie and Buck glanced over. Buck replied “yeah, he seems off, huh?” You nodded in agreement. Eddie suggested “you gonna go over and talk to him?” You nodded “worth a shot..”

You casually made your way over; as you got close enough the guys saw you. He panicked and darted off in a direction. You called out “we’ve got a runner!” Athena looked over. She saw the guy running, also saw you hot on his tail. Athena started to run too, following you both.

You pressed your thumb on the radio “dispatch, this is Sargent Y/l/n, got a possible suspect of the diner accident on Lakewood avenue, he’s on the run. Male, late teens early twenties, black hoodie, dark jeans with large stain on the bottom, pale skin brown hair.” You call out “hey! You won’t be able to run forever!”

You kept chasing the possible suspect. He caught himself on his foot and miss stepped; giving you an advantage. You practically throw yourself on him, taking him to the ground. He tried to fight you off of him, he threatened “get off me, I’ll- I’ll hurt you!” You reached for your cuffs “not today, you’re in custody of attempted arson” the guy lashed out. He reached in his hoodie pocket. Grabbing a small pocket knife, waving it around as he tried to get you. You tried your best to dodge it.

Feeling a slight sting in your face, you felt blood trickle down your cheek. You look down at the guy. He threatened again “get off! I will do it again!” “You will not-”You tried to grab his wrist, sadly he was quicker.

You felt a sharp burning sensation in your arm. You see you have been stabbed, lucky for you, it was only the tip of the blade. You look down at the now ripped arm of your shirt, along with a dark patch forming against the navy of your uniform “shit…”

You heard a voice “Y/n/n!” Athena ran over just in time with two other guy police officers. You got up as the two guys took over and detained the guy. Athen looked you over “he cut you…” you nodded. “He got me in the arm too.” Athena saw the blood that started to trickle down your arm.

Athena pressed her thumb on her radio “this is Sargent Grant, we’ve got an injured officer, Sargent Y/l/n, she’s been stabbed in her arm and a cut to her cheek.” We could hear Bobby through the radio “bring her back to the scene, Hen and Chimney will take a look at her.” “Roger that, Cap.” You both head back to the scene.

Eddie spotted you quicker than anyone. He ran over, he held your uninjured arm “baby, you alright?!” You nodded “yeah, it’s not too bad, it was just the tip of a pocket knife.” Eddie still looked concerned, you couldn’t blame him.

You were now sat on the ledge of the ambulance, Hen is stitching your arm up while Eddie watched over her shoulder. Chimney asked “so you got the guy now though, right?” You nodded “after I tackled him to the ground, and his exchange-” gestures to the stab wound and cut to your cheek “-Athena and two other cops came over, they took over as Athena did a once over on me.” Chimney and Hen nodded.

Once Hen was done, you thanked her and stood up. Now only having one long sleeve on your navy uniform shirt. You looked to Eddie “see, I’m all good now, Ed, I promise..” you open your arms for him. Which he gladly walked into.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around your waist. He whispered “you’re a badass for taking that guy down, but still gotta be careful, love.” You chuckled softly and replied “it’s all apart of the job, besides I didn’t know he had a pocket knife on him.” He hummed in agreement.

“Well expect some tlc from Christopher and I tonight, yeah?” You smiled at his comment “yeah…” he smiled.

He leaned closer to your face, “alright, I’ve gotta head back to the station, see you in four hours?” You smile and nod “see you in four hours, my love.”

He glances to your lips momentarily, then he leans in and kisses your lips softly for a moment. Savouring your kiss, he then pulls away reluctantly. “I love you, see you later…” you smile and respond “I love you too, babe.” He waved then jogged over to the fire engine. You wave to the rest of the team before heading back over to your cop car and getting in it. Continuing the rest of your shift with one long sleeve and a new set of stitches. You pulled off and continued the rest of your four and a half hours of your shift.

All you could think about was your tlc that Eddie mentioned. Most likely a movie night in, eating popcorn or candy with your favourite boys, Eddie and Christopher…

--༒⚠︎︎༒--

[mousestar369]

Hen: I think you should change your last name, Buck.

Buck: To- to what??

Hen: Diaz.

Eddie, across the room: Did you just hit on him for me??

Hen: Well you weren't going to and everyone in this firehouse is sick of you making those eyes at each other and not doing a damn thing about it!

[hotdilfs11]

・。・。・ultraviolence-lana del rey

✩pairings: eddie diaz x fem reader

✩summary:Eddie just got off of a double shift at the 118. Eddie and y/n misses each other so much that they can't keep their hands off of each other.

warnings: cursing and a bit spicy

✩word count: 893

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I’m sitting in bed with my back against the headboard. I have soft pillows around me, a fluffy blanket weighing me down to sleep, and a book in my hand. I feel my eyelids fighting to stay open as unconsciousness covers my whole body. I’m waiting for my husband to finally come home after taking a double shift at the 118. I miss him so much, but I’m trying to pass time so I can greet him and finally be in his arms again. 

I try to finish this one last page of my book when I hear our front door open and close. My body woke up when I heard him. The room was silent for a moment until I heard the distant sound of shoes being kicked off. One by one, releasing a sigh as he walks towards the bedroom. I fix my posture as I brace myself for all of the love and affection I’ve been craving since he was gone. 

Eddie appears in the doorway with his work uniform still on. He had on navy blue pants and a shirt that sculpted every part of his body. The shirt had a gold badge on the left of his chest, and on his arm was a patch that said “Los Angeles Fire Department." With ease, Eddie leaned against the doorframe while crossing his arms. The muscles in his forearms started to tighten while his shirt wrapped around his biceps. Sleep-deprived with messy hair, he looks at me for a moment and says, “Hello, my love,” in a low, tiresome voice with a lazy smile growing.

"Hey,” I say, with a slight smile beaming on my face.

I pushed back the covers, feeling the cold air whisper against my skin. “Bad shift?” I ask as my toes touch the cold wooden floor,  bringing a refreshing jolt to my senses. I start to walk towards Eddie, pushing my back up against the door frame. He positions himself to face me. He puts his left arm up against the doorframe in a swift motion as he hovers over me, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes. He gave me a quick peck on the lips that sent chills through my body. He said, “It wasn’t bad; I’m just a bit tired.” 

Eddie closes the distance between us, grabbing my waist with his rough hands. My body fitted perfectly against his as I rested my face on his chest, hearing his soothing heartbeat while he put his face in the crook of my neck. I feel his breath tickle my skin as I slowly run my fingers through his hair, feeling his soft hair against the palm of my hand. He lets out a soft sigh, I feel his moan vibrate against my skin. 

He started to softly tighten his grip on me. “Fuck that feels so good,” he whispered in a low voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I feel his soft lips kissing my neck. He lifts up his head while kissing me on the jaw, on my cheek, and then he hovers over my lips, feeling his breath caress my skin. Keeping eye contact with him, I pulled his hair harder as a groan escaped his lips and his hands started to tighten around my waist. "God, I missed you," Eddie whispers.

Eddie's hand started to go up my body and wrap softly around the side of my neck as he slightly put pressure on my neck. His lips collided hungrily, roughly with mine filling the room with ultraviolence. I pressed against his body, wanting more, feeling the hardness of his chest against mine. Our kiss was passionate but sloppy as his hand started pressing into my neck and his other hand explored my body. I let out a soft whimper when we tried to catch our breath, but I didn’t want to catch my breath. I wanted more. Our legs tangled with each other as I backed him into the other side of the door frame; however, when I tried to fight over dominance, he flipped me over and pushed me against the doorframe. We both sighed with pleasure as both of our bodies craved each other more. His lips started trailing down to my neck, putting wet kisses on my skin. A big whimper hushed its way out of my mouth as I quickly covered it, pulling his hair harder. I felt a smile against my skin as his kisses got sloppier. But then I heard something. 

I heard a creak in the floor, and my heart dropped. I whispered “wait” to Eddie and quickly pushed him off of me. We were both out of breath and hungry for more. His eyes were filled with desire and lust as he scanned my body up and down, sending butterflies to my stomach. I smiled as I put my pointer finger to my lips, shushing him. He looked confused until he heard, "Dad, you're home!” from Christopher. 

Eddie looked surprised but happy and kneeled down to Chris' height,  hugging him. “Hey buddy, what are you doing up?”

“I wanted to see you, Dad,” he said in a soft voice. Eddie let out a soft chuckle. “Well, okay, but you have to get rest, bud, okay?” Chris shook his head. “Goodnight guys.” 

We both said goodnight to Chris.

I have more fics coming soon I just took. a little break lo l∪ ̿–⋏ ̿–∪ (cc to this creator i got inspo from)

[just-shairahhh]

The Way I Loved You

Summary: Eddie and y/n were best friends since they were in middle school. But Eddie's life with Shannon and y/n's unrequited, one-sided love drove them apart. It has been years now. And everything has changed. Can two best friends find their way back to each other? Or has there been too much history? Is their space for someone new to step in and mend what broke y/n or will her past engulf her again?

Word Count: 2K.

You can read Part 2 here:

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"And then came the day when you stood by him at Church, not where you had dreamt of standing, facing him as his bride. But you were there as his best-woman, behind him, like you had stood all your lives. Watching from afar as he reached out for someone else".

You were thirteen, playing with your little sister in the front yard when you saw a car pull up in front of the house next to you, that had been sitting empty for months. And out walked the most chaotic family you had ever laid eyes on. Parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents; all clamouring over one another, speaking in a language you didn't quite unde. All trying to get a good view of the house. It was in that moment of chaos, at the naïve age of thirteen, you first understood the meaning of the word “Equanimeous” when your eyes met with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes you had ever seen. But you would be blind to not notice the swirl of caramel in them. It was as if you saw it all in his eyes, how the sun had itself come down, to embrace the rich earth, its hues promising hope and life. He stood right at the heart of the chaos, and while he was not physically a part of it, he carried all of life's turmoil, right inside of him.

One look at him and you knew. You knew that loving Eddie Diaz would prove to be just that, like you are standing in the middle of chaos. Always. But when he turned towards you, his cautious, kept eyes piercing through yours, you knew that it was already too late. So you did the only thing you could think of. You raised your hand, and you waved.

You were sixteen, sitting at the foot of his bed, doing homework together when Eddie confessed to you that you were the best friend he ever had. How you would listen to him and be there for him like no other. How you would understand him like no other. How he loved to listen to you gossip and go on and on about the littlest, most random things. And just as your heart had started to swell with all the emotions too complicated for a sixteen-year-old, they had all come to a crushing end just as quickly. For it was the same day that Eddie had confessed to you about his feelings for Shannon from middle school, for the first time.

As you lay in bed that night, the realisation hitting again and again, like tumultuous waves hitting the coast repeatedly till there is nothing left to salvage, that Eddie Diaz would never see you the way you see him. He would never find meanings of unexplainable emotions in your eyes. He would never find the peace in you, that you found in him. You realised that your best friend Eddie Diaz would never love you the way that you already love him. Whole-heartedly. Selflessly.

You were nineteen, high school somehow already a distant memory but your best friend still seared in your heart like a fresh pain. The past year was a whirlwind. You saw the only guy you had ever loved since you were thirteen, expecting a child with the only woman he had ever loved. And you were there for all of it, such was the cruel joke of life. You saw him slowly fall in love with Shannon, confess his raw, honest feelings about her, to you, call you with tears in his eyes when he got to know that Shannon was pregnant. And you were there for him for all of it, because to you, at the end of the day, he was your home, your Eddie and even if your best friend had slowly started to feel more like the chaos itself than your escape from it, you did not turn away.

And then came the day when you stood by him at Church, not where you had dreamt of standing, facing him as his bride. But you were there as his best-woman, behind him, like you had stood all your lives. Watching from afar as he reached out for someone else. So that day, after the ceremony, you wished your genuine best to a very pregnant Shannon and a dreamy eyed Eddie and never looked back. You had a flight to LA to catch to. A fresh start, you told yourself, leaving more emotional baggage than the physical ones you are taking. And in that same night, to the complete unknowing of your best friend of more than five years, with a new destination, a new determination and a new phone number that only your family was aware of, you left home. To never to turn back again.

You were twenty-two, living in LA, the traumas of your first love, now a faint scar in the back of your heart. Currently your heart was filled to the brim from the love of all your children. You were making your own way in the world, as a social worker, focusing on Child Protection and Child Rights Violation. You were connected with several NGOs, orphanages and other government organisations to uplift the condition of homeless and orphaned children. You were happy doing what you did and you were bloody good at it.

You had tried dating ever since settling here and even were in a relationship, but the fast paced dating world had left your old school ass behind a long time ago. And you weren’t ready to jump on that wagon again just yet, after your terrible history.

You were twenty-five, on your way to an appointment with the partners of the firm handling a very sensitive case related to the children of one of your NGOs when you got a call from your mom. Who said that Shannon had left Eddie and his son, Christopher, a while ago. Who said that Eddie was a single father providing for his son who got diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy a few years ago. Who said that to escape from the continuous pressure of his parents to leave Christopher with them, Eddie had moved away a while back. And that he had decided to come to Los Angeles. The call left you shocked but not shaken. And while you sent out a small prayer for Eddie and his son, a part of you was also happy and relieved that there were no memories or feelings rushing back, cramping your heart, filling you with heart break and panic at the mention of your ex-best friend. You smiled gratefully at how far you’d come and left your apartment for your meeting.

It was the same day that you were in a heated argument with one of the partners over the best outcome for the currently derailing situation when alarms started going off everywhere. “FIRE!” someone screamed and people started running out and about chaotically. And while you managed to get out safe, the flames had already escalated, filling smokes everywhere. You heard sirens from somewhere but before they could reach, your eyes fell upon a few of your colleagues who were in floors above yours and were now being evacuated in poor conditions. So you decided to step back and help.

That is when your eyes fell on Joyce, your best friend of six years and roommate, limping towards you. Joyce was a huge part of your healing after you had moved to LA. When they talk about female friendships being there for you and helping with all your life problems, they talk about people like Joyce. But right now, you could see her arm was burnt and could tell that it was a deep wound. You knew not to put a cloth or ice on a burn wound but you had no idea on exactly what to do. So while you ran to her and caught her in your arms, just as she collapsed on you, you were starting to panic yourself. And that's when the voices around got louder.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” You felt someone lightly touch your arm. You couldn’t look away from Joyce though. Your eyes tearing up. Was it from the smoke or for the pain your best friend was feeling? You couldn’t tell.

“Hey, are you hurt? Are you okay?” The voice asked again. An urgency in his gentleness.

“I- I am. But, but my frie...” You had started to panic again and could not reach to the end of your sentence. But you did not need to say more. The voice behind you, had already started to deal with the problem.

“Hey, Chim! I need some help here.”

And suddenly Joyce was taken from you. You started to scream, when the soothing voice behind you spoke up again.

“Hey, it’s okay. They are going to check her and treat her now. You did good. You need to get checked as well. It is okay. You are okay. So will she".

You turned around hastily, selfishly trying to pull all the comfort and warmth from him that you can. And when you found him, the source of the tranquil, you couldn’t help but gasp a little. For you were met with the most gorgeous pair of ocean blue eyes. And maybe it was the shock settling in, but everything else seized to exist as he looked down at you and smiled.

Guiltily, you were one of those people who seeked out what someone's eyes held when you first met them. Joyce always thought it was weird. But you countered it with a, "Weirder than, I don't know, checking out their haaaands?" and shut her up with a bombastic side eye.

And no matter what she said, you found that someone's eyes could say a lot about them. Or so you believed. However, you'd never met someone before today, whose eyes spoke of tranquility, of quiet or of peace. Everyone was fighting an inner battle. Anxious. Scared. Apprehensive. And even if the face hid most of it, the eyes could never. Even the boy you had fallen in love with the moment he looked at you, screamed chaos. And while you had found your peace back then in the havoc, that phantasm was quick to die down.

And just like that, you knew that the person checking you for injuries right now, as the world seized into a slumber from the minute you looked at him, was different. Very different.

Everything after that became a blur. The mop of brown hair, the owner of those magnetic blue eyes, long lost in the haze of the smoke.

And that brings you to today, a few weeks after the accident, a standing nervous ball of wreck in-front of the Fire Station 118, with a basket of muffins as a thank you from everyone for saving their lives. Yes, you are aware that there are other ways to send your gratitude, as sharply and knowingly pointed out by your best friend but you both knew that you had someone to find. Or maybe something. Something that you had felt missing in you for the longest time.

And that is when you saw him again. Leaning against a fire truck, a clipboard in his hands. You would think he was very seriously focusing on something, if it wasn't for his mischievous eyes, giving way to his stoic face. Apparently he saw you too, because you saw him put away the clipboard and make his way to you. And for the first time, you had the privilege to take in his appearance fully. His LAFD tshirt definitely doing justice to the fact that he works out regularly. You licked your lips unconsciously as you slowly took him in; from his chiselled jaw with that light stubble to his bulging biceps, down to his sculpted-

You quickly shake your head and mentally slap yourself as he stands before you now, hovering quite a few inches over you.

“H-Hey. Um...” He started.

“Um, hi. I am y/n. We met at the. I mean not met. I mean, could be met.” Great start. Another mental slap.

“No, totally. Totally met. I remember, ofcourse. How’s your friend? Oh, I am, um, am Buck. I mean, Ev-. Buckley. Evan Buck Buckley. Not like Buck as a middle name. Like, people call me... um, Buck. I am Evan.” He finishes softly.

You smile at his rambling and in his genuinity and sincerity, find something that you had always been seeking but never found. Something that felt like a soothing balm to the tears in the unrequited, unacknowledged corners of your heart.

“Hi, Evan. It is so nice to meet you. Again.” You smile. A carefree and maybe a little hopeful one.

And that’s when you hear it. The voice that you had grown up loving. The voice that you had moved on hating. The voice that had pulled you from the mayhem around. The voice that had pushed you right back into that seamless pit. That voice that was now calling your name, somewhat with disbelief.

“y/n?”

“Eddie.” You whisper softly.

And all the memories and emotions long pushed to the corner, comes crashing back.

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[feathers-67]

Buck's random facts he pulls out at odd times are everything to me.❤️

You know he spent hours researching stuff the night before and is so excited to finally tell people too

[1-800-ur-cyber-slxtt]

𝜗𝜚 If Not You, Him 𝜗𝜚

summary: Another hook up leaves the reader hurt again, he'll never treat her right but maybe his bestfriend will.

pairing: Eddie Diaz x fem!reader, Evan "Buck" Buckley x fem!reader.

warnings: Asshole Eddie Diaz, !!SMUT!!, rough sex, no aftercare, toxic fwb type relationship, unrequited feelings, lowkey seems a bit like Buck's being used, !!not a Buddie x reader fic!!

word count: 1.4k

notes: Shit's messy. The end could be so much better but it's almost 2am and I want to sleep. Probably some mistakes, as I said it’s almost 2am.

Maybe a part 2 which goes more into the relationship between Buck and the reader?? Idk comment ideas.

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The sun warmed my body, a cool breeze blowing my hair ever so lightly. I stood between my step mother Athena, May and Maddie who had a distracted Jee-Yun on her hip. We sipped on our cold drinks and chatted, enjoying another 118 family barbecue. 

I could feel his gaze burning into me, my suspicion confirmed when I turned my head to see Eddie sitting in a chair with his eyes glued on me, beer in hand and legs spread wide. Heat rose to my cheeks and pooled in my abdomen. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. 

I send him a knowing look and a quick head tilt motioning to inside, a pang of guilt tugging at me as I did so. He nodded his head discreetly so only I knew he understood and he turned back into his conversation with Buck, Bobby and Chim. 

I made my way inside the house and waited in the bathroom, using the time to fix my hair despite the fact it would undoubtedly be made into a mess again. 

A knock finally came at the door. When I opened it his hands and lips were on mine in an instant, groping at my body with a hot need. Desperate and animalistic he pushed my body flush against his and backed us up to the bathroom counter. The evident bulge in his pants rubbing against the fabric covering my skin. 

My fingers tangled into his dark hair, lips fighting against his. I could still taste the beer that he’d been drinking with my father on his tongue. His stubble grazed my chin as our faces moved against one another. 

His fingers trail up my thighs, lifting my short sundress higher up my hips to slowly reveal the lace panties beneath. He hooks a finger in each side and yanks them down, I step out of them obediently, my lips barely leaving his. 

Eddie’s kisses trail down my jaw and neck, stopping to lick a stripe along my exposed collarbone. Soft whimpers leave my reddened lips, begging for him. 

We both knew we had to be fast and quiet, the thrill adding to the wet heat pooling between my legs. He doesn’t bother ridding me of my dress, instead pulling the straps off my shoulders and the bust down enough for my bare tits to spill out. The black of his pupils grow as he basks in the sight before him. 

“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are, mi amor.”, he groans, taking one tit into his calloused hand. My mind was too clouded to argue back at him, I didn’t want to be his little secret anymore but I still came back to him every time. He was my one weakness. 

I hastily fiddle with his belt, struggling to get it undone. Eddie chuckles and gets his pants undone himself. 

His hands cup the underneath of my thighs and lift me up roughly onto the counter, the cold surface sending goosebumps across the skin of my legs. 

In a swift movement he shoves our hips together, I gasp unexpectedly at his cock entering me. His thrusts push the edge of the counter into that back of my thighs repeatedly, his pace relentless and unfaltering. 

My hands wander up his button up, feeling the defined muscles of his torso beneath it. The map of his body was ingrained in my mind, an image I’d often go back to.

Heavy breathing fills the small room, moans and grunts muffled by each other. One of his hands reaches up and presses against my lips, his eyes giving a stern warning to keep my vocals down. 

My back arches, head falling back to lean on the mirror. One of my hand grasps onto the brunette's shoulder, nails digging into his soft flesh while the other grips the edge of the counter. 

“I needed you as soon as I saw you,” he rasps out between grunts, “In that little dress. God, Hermosa.” His head leans into my body, tongue gliding across my nipple and swirling around the swollen bud. Every compliment used to convince myself I was enough for him, retold again and again in my head. 

My leg’s tightened around his waist, the knot in my stomach tightening with every one of his hard thrusts. “Eddie.”, I whimper around his almost suffocatingly large hand. 

“Be a good girl for me, okay?”, he husks. I nod my head up and down, screwing my eyes shut as my orgasm began to rock my body. At least he was good for one thing. 

His pace only fastens, the muscles in his arms flexing as he slammed our pelvises together until we both came undone on one another. 

Not even a moment later with a grunt he pulls away and absently he kisses the top of my head like he does every time, thinking somehow that it would convince me he cares more than a little. 

Without a word he fixes himself up, tucking himself back into his pants and doing up his black belt. I watch him, my chest still pounding trying to steady my breathing. 

“Don’t come out yet.”, he glances up and orders me, running a hand through his hair. I don’t protest and let him leave, closing the door behind him. 

I sit there for a moment collecting my thoughts, legs weak and sore, left yet again with a feeling of disappointment in myself. My underwear lying discarded on the tiled floor, cum dripping down my exhausted legs. 

I tug a piece of hair behind my ear, a silent tear falling down my flushed cheek. 

How did I keep letting it happen?

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Eddie 10:45pm

Come over. 

The message was short and simple, one sent and received many times before. But as hard as it was I had to say no. I had to break the cycle once and for all. Reluctantly and with a shaky breath in, I fired back a text. 

Y/n 10:47pm

 No. I’m not doing this anymore. I’ve found somebody else. 

Several minutes pass by before my phone chimes again, I had started to think he wasn’t going to reply back at all. I felt sick, both wanting to get it over with and wanting to not look at it at all. I picked it up, scanning my eyes over the lit screen. 

Eddie 10:56pm

okay.

That’s all it read, ‘okay’. My heart sank. I hated that he didn’t care but even more I hated that I thought he would have. It had been weeks since that time in the bathroom, our hookups came and went. Each time a failed attempt of breaking it off on my end. But over those weeks I had found solace in his best friend, Buck. 

The two of us had grown closer than ever and one thing led to another. Unlike Eddie, Buck was not afraid of letting our relationship be known. Rather he was excited and proud. The cherry on top was that my father was surprisingly supportive of it, I knew that would really rub it in Eddie’s face.

Eddie hadn’t been made aware of the relationship, only now finding out I’m seeing someone from that message and now finding out that someone is Buck as I walk into the fire station arm in arm with the blond. 

Eddie sits on the end of a workout bench, laughing along with something Chim or Hen said. But when his attention changes course onto us his smile is dropped. 

Buck and I stop walking. We turn to face one another and I smile up at him as he does the same to me. The way he looks at me is different to any way Eddie ever did and it makes my stomach flutter. “Have a good day at work, baby.”, I tell Buck, finally happy and able to show love to someone I adore who equally if not even more loves me back. 

He leans down as I reach to cup for his face, our lips meeting in a tender display of affection. A smirk tugs at my lips, I could feel that familiar stare on me, only this time it was better. I hoped it hurt him, like it hurt every time he left me. 

If he couldn’t love me then his best friend would.