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Hey, can you write a story about Evan Buckley and Reader announcing that she’s pregnant to the 118 at like a family gathering :)
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🍄 Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader
🍄 Genre: Fluff
🍄 Summary: At a 118 family gathering, Buck's overprotective nature reveals a little more than the two of you had planned.
🍄 Word Count: 1618
🍄 Abbreviations: N/A
🍄 Warnings: Pregnancy, implied pregnancy complications
🍄 Note: I really liked this request Anon! I hope this is what you were looking for. I thought about this scenario and I instantly imagined Buck accidentally announcing the pregnancy rather than planned. If you would rather a planned version, just pop in another request. A similar request came from @quinnstan247. Enjoy :)
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You could feel the eyes following you closely as you slipped into the kitchen to refill your glass of orange cordial. Your overprotective, puppy-dog boyfriend remained outside in the garden of the Nash household along with the rest of the team as they stood around Bobby and the BBQ grill. You knew that Buck was searching for any reason he could to follow you inside, but you met his gaze through the windows and offered him a reassuring smile that seemed to subdue him for the minute.
Since the second you found out, Buck had been glued to your side. It had been three weeks since you took that test, since your doctor had confirmed it and in that time you had, had to convince him every single day that he could leave you and go to work. Every day he fought you, wanting the both of you to stay home so you could rest and he could wait on your every want and need, but you couldn’t do that. You were only thirteen weeks along and there was hardly any reason to be confined to the bed just yet. You knew that he was only concerned about the safety of you and the peach you currently carried in your womb. It was endearing and one of the sweetest things you’d ever seen, you hadn’t thought that Buck could get any sweeter, but here you were one act away from having a mouth full of cavities.
What hadn’t helped was that Buck had been responding to a number of pregnancy calls in the past few weeks a few resulting in sadder endings than anyone wanted. They had definitely struck a chord with Buck and had only made him hover all the more.
Adding the water to your cordial, you took a sip of the orange, a light buzz filling your taste-buds. You had become obsessed with anything orange flavoured since your pregnancy diagnosis. Whether it was orange skittles (which Buck had kindly sat and sorted out for you), or orange flavoured chocolate, or even the orange flavoured cupcakes you had found at the grocery store and ate within an hour of buying, anything orange and you were all for it.
Walking back into the garden, your entire body seemed to clench a little as you stepped back into the gaze of the sun. As much as you were enjoying this down time with the 118, it was so hot. The heatwave had only hit LA in the past few days but already it was in full swing and you were feeling every beam of it.
“Y/n,” you turned over to where Athena was sat with Hen and her daughter May. The three of them were stood around the mini bar that Athena had installed, in direct sunlight. Already hot, you fought down the urge to grimace as you moved to stand by them, the sun glaring on your skin. “We were just telling May about Buck and that kiddie ride at the mall. She doesn’t believe us.” Hen informed and a grin split across your lips, taking your mind off of the sweltering heat.
“Oh my, God. I have a photo, hang on,” You pulled your phone out of your shoulder bag and set your drink on the bar, thumb flicking through the many photos in your gallery in search of the one from the Saturday before. “He thought it was funny and I tried to tell him he wouldn’t fit but he insisted,” You giggled and turned your phone for May to see. “I honestly thought I’d have to call nine-one-one.”
Displayed across your screen was the photo that still had you giggling a week later. There sat Buck, who had squeezed his way into the small metal bus which was obviously aimed for children 7 and under. But Buck had twisted his body at all kinds of angles and had somehow managed to worm his way into the ride. His head was poked out of the door hole, his legs curled up against his chest, unable to stretch out in the tiny space that his body was occupying.
What Athena and the others didn’t know was that Buck wouldn’t have gotten into the ride if it wasn’t for you. That morning your hormones had been playing you like a fiddle and every little thing had upset you, the bin bag had broken when you were trying to change it out for a new one, somehow a red sock had slipped in with your whites and now everything you owned was slightly toned pink and they had shown that advert with the puppy sat in a box, in the rain, on the side of the street with people walking past ignoring it. It seemed, that morning, that everything was stacked against you. Buck had offered to come with you to the mall so you could pick up your clothing order from a store, you had ordered certain items that they didn’t have in stock and they had delivered into the store the day before. You were buzzing to see the new pair of pumps you had ordered. You knew that in a few months if not weeks, the shoes would probably be pressing against the sides of your feet and ankles because of the pregnancy swelling, but that hadn’t stopped you from ordering them in your size. However, like everything else that morning, even that didn’t go as planned. The shoes had been delivered in the wrong colour and in a size smaller than you wanted, making them impossible to wear. Buck had seen how disheartened you had been when you left the store, trying not to cry in frustration. He had wanted to do something to cheer you up and in a joking manner he had made a bet with you that he could fit inside the kiddie bus ride.
It had definitely succeeded in cheering you up, if not from how silly he looked, his large muscular frame curled up inside the ride, from when he got stuck and couldn’t get himself out straight away. You had done what you could to help him out, but you were giggling so hard your entire body went weak. When he had finally gotten out, the two of you had continued to giggle all the way home and your mood had been lifted for the rest of the day.
“Oh, my God,” May giggled. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Please send me that!” she begged.
“Of course,” you agreed with a laugh of your own. “I could never gate keep on a photo like this.”
“What made him get in there?”
“It’s Buck, does he need a reason?” Hen scoffed. As the ladies continued to giggle, the heat seemed to make it’s presence known as it glared down onto you. The side of your temples was beginning to throb and your skin was starting to get slick and sticky, sweat oozing from your pores. You raised a hand to swipe at your brow, glancing around the garden for the closest seat, your legs aching.
As you moved towards one of the sun loungers, your boyfriend’s eyes caught onto your movements, already on high alert.
“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, abandoning his drink at the grill and rushing towards you, one arm slipping around your waist to help guide you to the seat.
“Buck, I’m-”
“Dammit, it’s too hot out here for you. We should’ve cancelled,” he began muttering to himself. “Are you dizzy? Do you need a drink of water? What about something to eat? Is your blood sugar low? What if you’re dehydrated?” The only thing making you dizzy was the hurricane of questions Buck was sending your way, not even leaving a chance for you to answer them. One of his hands instinctively came to rest on the front of your stomach.
“Babe? Baby?” You tried to pull Buck out of his panicked rant, his eyes not once meeting yours as he kept scanning you for any visible injuries. Not that there were any, but the paranoia was getting the best of him and the heat probably wasn’t helping.
“We should get you in the shade,” he decided. “Shit, you should’ve stayed inside. You’re carrying precious cargo now, baby. You and peach can’t take this heat. We shouldn’t have come. This is all my fault-”
“Buck!” You pressed your hands to the sides of his face, directing his eyes to yours so you could try and ground him. “Buck, baby, I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m just a little hot and tired that’s all. It’s normal.” He still seemed a little uncertain, and his eyes held a lifetime of worry for you and his unborn child. “We’re okay. I promise.” You offered him a reassuring smile, your thumb coming to brush against his bottom lip rhythmically, giving him something to focus on. His eyelids pressed shut as he breathed slowly for a second.
“Are you sure? ‘Cause we can go home-”
“We’re fine. I just need to sit for a minute that’s all.” You peeked over his shoulder. “While I’m sitting, we should probably talk to the people behind you, they seem a little shocked. You kind of let the cat out of the bag.” Buck twisted his head to look around at the team behind him, everyone stood, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Eddie was the most comical of the bunch, his glass halfway raised to his mouth ready to take a sip but frozen in time with the news that Buck had unintentionally shared.
“H-Hey, guys,” He chuckled awkwardly with a sheepish grin. “I guess we have some news to share.”
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make-me-imagine · 8 months
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Evan Buckley A-Z Relationship Headcanons
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Pairing: Evan Buckley x Gn!Reader
Words: 3.2k
A/n: This is my first time doing these types of headcanons, so I hope it goes well. Get's a bit less detailed towards the end, mostly because I jut wanted to get them out already lol.
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A: affection (is he affectionate? how?):
Buck is very affectionate! Emotionally, verbally and physically.
He doesn't shy away from showing his affection either. If you don't mind PDA he is all for it. If you are a bit shy about it, he will just hold your hand, or have his arm draped around your waist.
He is a cuddler, and enjoys you being close to him physically. And he loves to hold you tight, and press kisses to your head, shoulder, cheeks and hands whenever he can (and your lips obviously).
He is emotionally and verbally affectionate and will often remind you how much he loves you. He compliments you like crazy and will tell you anytime you do something he thinks is cute.
B: Boyfriend (what is he like a a boyfriend; boyfriend things):
Buck can be a little dense at times, but he tries very hard to be a loving and caring boyfriend. He can be very selfless though so you gotta make sure he is looking out for himself too. He is a romantic at heart so expect random gifts, fancy dates, flowers, snacks, etc.
He is protective, and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt. But this might drive you up the wall sometimes if he gets a bit too protective lol.
Constantly hearing new and bizarre facts he learned on the job, or when he fell down a research rabbit hole and two in the morning
Also, if you are someone who gets your period, he would take care of you. Bring you anything your craving buy you heating/cooling pads, medicine, etc. Anything to make you feel better if you are in pain.
C: Confession (did he confess first? how did he confess?):
He was fairly straight forward with his confession. You already knew he was interested since he basically made it obvious from the beginning. And he asked you out on a few dates. But when he wanted to tell you how he really felt about you (meaning his attraction was full-blown romantic feelings), he brought you flowers and gave you a charming smile.
He gave you a cute speech about how you made his heart hammer in his chest every time he saw you, and that he never really got butterflies from someone until he met you. Buck would make it clear that he wanted a serious relationship with you, and that you had become a part of him, and that you had his heart (so please don't break it).
D: Dates (what kind of dates do you go on?):
Buck loves a fun date. Sure he goes with the romantic candle-lit dinners every now and again, but he really loves fun and cute dates.
Picnics on the beach or in the park. Amusement park dates, arcade dates, movies, bowling, mini golf. Any and every activity you could do together, he is ready and willing.
If you plan a date he is all for it as well, he can find and make fun out of anything. Hell, he even enjoys date nights at home just watching movies and eating take-out. Any time spent with you with great to him.
E: Excitement (what does he do to bring excitement into your relationship)
Similar to the fun dates previously mentioned, he might suggest adventurous things. Bungee jumping, helicopter rides, boat rides, etc.. Anything that might bring adrenaline without being too dangerous. He makes sure to keep you on your toes and will be impulsive, bringing you along for the ride.
Maybe recommending a weekend trip, camping, road-trips, etc. If he gets an idea, its hard for him not to run with it.
Buck is an over-planner, so you know he does his research as well, so you always feel safe (if not still scared).
F: Food (does he cook for you? do you cook for him?)
Over the last few years, Buck has gotten pretty good at cooking, so he enjoys cooking for you. If you love to cook as well, he enjoys the two of you cooking together in the kitchen, or watching as you make something for the two of you. If you cook, he cleans, if he cooks, you have to get to the dishes before he does because he will do them even if you say you will.
He learns (often with Bobby's help) how to make your favorite foods. So when you are having a hard time he can surprise you with them.
Buck really is a prime example of giving and receiving love through food.
G: Gifts (does he get you gifts? what kind? does he like gifts?)
You probably have a hundred little trinkets around your house because of Buck. Oh, he saw a little ferris wheel key chain that reminds him of your third date? He's buying it for you. See's couple aprons? Definitely buying those. Matching mugs? Yep.
Anything that reminds him of you will most likely be bought, or at least greatly debated. You can thank Eddie and Hen for the fact that you do not have a thousand other things that reminded Buck of you.
Anytime you give Buck gifts he cherishes them. If it's is something simple and cute, he gives you that dopey grin and hugs you. If it is something sentimental or special, he might get emotional, or will take pictures of it to show the others.
H: Hugs (is he a hugger? does he like hugs?)
Pretty obvious by now, but yes he is a hugger! Back hugs, side hugs, hugs where he lifts you off the ground. All the hugs!
He loves when you hug him too. If you come up and wrap your arms around him, he immediately stars grinning. Coo's at you, might lovingly tease you, and will press a kiss to your head. If you hug from from behind, he will grab your hands and press kisses to them.
I: "I Love You" (how did he first say 'I love you', does he say it often?)
Buck knew he was falling in love with you the second it started happening. When his friends were talking about marriage, and he could easily and happily picture marrying you. He knew.
It was a few weeks later when it slipped out. After a rough day at work, you were cuddling together after eating. You were running your fingers through his hair while he was talking about how he was feeling. He could feel your love for him in that moment and gently caressed your face.
"I love you, you know." "I do know. And I love you too."
He is not shy in saying he loves you after this. Every time you say goodbye, he needs to make sure you hear him say it. He does not believe you can say it too much to someone, and he always wants to make sure you know.
J: Jealous (does he get jealous? how does he show it?)
Buck isn't one to get jealous often. He trusts you 1000%. When others get close to you, showing interest or flirting, he gets more protective than he does jealous. He knows you would never give them the time of day, but that doesn't mean he can trust them to back off.
Before you were dating however, he would get that little pang of jealousy in his chest if others showed interest in you. And if you seemed to be interested at all, he would feel it more as well as a bit worried that he might lose his chance.
K: Kissing (does he like kissing? how does he kiss?)
Like previously mentioned, Buck is a fan of physical affection and this does include kissing. Though he is fine with PDA, kissing isn't part of that, apart from a kiss on the cheek or forehead.
Kisses on the lips are for just the two of you. He can get lost in kissing you as well, and he loves lying on the couch or bed, with you in his arms as you slowly kiss each other. He also is the type too pull you flush against him as he is kissing you. Or he places his hands on either side of your face as he kisses you.
He often gives you kisses as he passes by you. Either a quick kiss on the cheek, temple of a peck on the lips.
When you kiss him he melts, and often smiles into the kiss, especially if he was not expecting it.
L: Love Languages (what are his giving and receiving love languages?)
Buck's main giving love languages is Acts of Service, while he also often uses physical affection and gifts to remind you how much he loves you.
His receiving love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. He loves being reminded and told that he is loved as it reassures him. And he loves just being around you, it doesn't matter what you are doing, just as you are together.
M: Marriage (does he want to get married? what would married life be like with him?)
Buck totally wants to get married, and thinks about it often. He knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.
Being married to him wouldn't be much different than when you were dating. The only thing that really changes, is how he enthusiastically introduces you as his spouse, rather than his partner. He loves the sound of it, and it reminds him that you are together forever.
On the other side of it, if he is dating someone who does not want to get married, he is okay with it. He might be a little disappointed, but he'd never force his partner to do something they don't like. But this would not stop him from buying you some sort of promise ring, or token to remind you that he wants to be with you forever, married or not.
N: Nicknames (does he use nicknames or pet-names with you? what do you call him?)
On a daily basis he will call you by whatever nick-name you go by, or just your name. But he has a variety of pet-names for you. Babe, baby, sweetheart. If you are shorter than him he calls you 'Little One' or 'short-cake'.
You usually call him Buck, or Evan if you need to get his attention. Otherwise you call him Babe, Handsome, or Gorgeous.
O: Oath (what kind of things does he promise you?)
One of the biggest promises in your relationship is that no matter what. You both try your hardest to come home to each other every day. Alive, and safe.
He also always promises to make you happy, and to never hurt you. Something you promise him as well.
You promise each other to never hold things in, and to always tell each other everything. Communication is very important in your relationship.
P: Proposal (how would he propose?)
Buck is a romantic, so he will be planning something for a few weeks before he actually proposes. He gets advice from everyone, asking if his ideas are good, if he should do more, less, etc. He panics, but only because he wants it to be perfect.
Finally, he decides to do it on a weekend, when you are both off of work. You go stay in a cute house a few hours away near the coast. On the second day, while you were in the shower, he set up a picnic for the two of you.
When you were ready he asked you to go on a walk with him. You noticed he is a bit antsy, but you try not to think much of it. Though you had an idea he was planning something, you didn't think it was a proposal.
The walk was to the area he set up the picnic. You figured this was the surprise, and that was why he was a bit antsy. Hoping you liked it. Which you very much did.
After you ate, and the sun began to set, that was when he proposed. As you were looking out at the sunset, you turned back to look at him and he was on one knee.
He had a speech, because of course he would. It was emotional and romantic and made you cry. It was perfect.
Q: Quarrels (do you fight? what are fights like with him)
You rarely fight with Buck as he is the type to talk everything out, something you both decided was important.
So the only times you really argued, was when he did something reckless, usually endangering his life. You get angry out of love, but he might get defensive leading to an argument.
You make up fairly quickly though as you both realize the other's view. Buck is Buck and will do anything to save others. But you are afraid of losing him. He apologizes, and promises he will try his best not to put himself into more danger than he already gets into (you know this is kind of a lie, but you forgive him anyways).
R: Remember (does he remember important things?)
Not only does he remember important things like birthdays and anniversaries, but he remembers very small things. Details about you, and your relationship.
What flavors of ice cream, desserts, candy, you do and do not like. What specific orders you like with coffee or drinks. The ingredients in meals you avoid, or push to the side to save for last.
He remembers the places you've said you'd like to go to, the dates you've said sound cute.
He even has a notebook of stuff he's written down because he doesn't want to forget.
On the opposite side of this, he is horrible at remembering things like appointments or where you said you were going after work. So when you don't come home he gets worried and messages you, only for you to have to remind him that you were visiting your parents or friends. Something you told him about four times.
S: Sentimental (is he sentimental? how?)
Buck is pretty sentimental. He loves taking photos anytime you do something, dates, trips, going on walks. He has folders on his phone with 1000's of photos of the two of you and all the things you've done together.
He occasionally keeps things like ticket stubs, or stuff like that, but only if it was something meaningful or really fun. If you are the type to keep those kinds of things too, he thinks it is cute, and will make sure to keep them for you, so you can put them with the others.
T: Together (how does he act with you in public vs in private)
There is not a real difference with how he acts with you in public versus private. He does not hide how he feels about you. The only thing that is different, is how he keeps the PDA on the more casual side like previously mentioned.
He is not afraid of telling people about you, or how much he loves and admires you. He is proud of you and loves telling people you are together and about your relationship.
U: Uplifting (how does he cheer you up? what is the best way to cheer him up?)
When you are upset, Buck tries his best to cheer you up. He will buy you snacks, flowers, make you food, anything to show you that he is there for you. He will set up the couch to be all cozy, turn on your favorite shows or movies and just cuddle with you.
If you need to talk or rant about your feelings he will listen intently and make you feel seen.
If you need a break from the world, he might take you on a small trip, or do his best to distract you from the world.
He knows how much you try your best to make him happy so he will do his best to do the same for you. Any day you are sad or do not smile, is his least favorite day.
V: Vacation (when or where would you go on vacation together?)
Went over this a little bit before. But with more specific trips, if you only have the weekend off, you might take a road trip up the coast, or go visit Yosemite.
If you had a week or longer then you would take a trip out of the country. Most likely to a cute European town, or some place on the ocean.
You look for places with a lot of activities and places to visit like restaurants and museums, because you want to get as much out o the trip as you can. Though, if your vacation comes after a long stressful time, a place near the ocean where you relax and do very little is just what you need.
W: Wedding (what kind of wedding would you have?)
If you and Buck get married, he will be happy with whatever you want. If you want a small simple wedding, he is all for it. Close friends and family only.
If you want big and extravagant, he is all for it and will help you come up with fun ideas to make it the best it can be.
Most likely though, you will have something in the middle. Not too big, not to small. With a few things both of you wanted. Your decorations and theme, food trucks and maybe a karaoke machine for Buck. And you know there will for sure be a dance sequence with Eddie buck and Chimney (with a special appearance by Chris and Bobby). It is embarrassing, but also very funny, and you often look back on the video when you need to cheer up.
X: Xtra (a random head canon I have)
Your first date with Buck was home-made dinner at his place.
He burned it a little, since he was so nervous, but you thought it was good anyways. You cleaned the dishes together and ended up having a small water fight in the kitchen. Which then lead to your first kiss.
Y: Yearning (does he yearn for you when you are apart? how does he deal with it?)
Buck doesn't like being apart from you for too long, because he misses you easily. He is so used to you being in his life daily that when you aren't around he feels like a part of him is missing.
So to remedy this, he texts you a lot and face times with you whenever he can. He also has a tendency to talk about you a lot more often when you aren't around. Which often leads to Eddie or Chimney texting you begging you to cm back sooner before they kill him.
Z: zZzZz (sleeping habits)
Buck falls sleep fairly easily, and is also kind of hard to wake up. He can be a bed and blanket hog sometimes, but once he gets used to sharing a bed with you, it lessens.
He is a snuggler as well, and likes to be the big spoon holding you close to him. He is quite big and very warm so sometimes you have to rip your blankets off so you don't overheat.
He likes the occasional nap, and will sometimes kidnap you from whatever you are doing and carry you to the bed with him so you can nap with him. He will hold you tight, so good luck trying to sneak away if that was your plan. You're stuck now.
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First time doing this like I said, so I hope you liked it!
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once-upon-an-imagine · 3 months
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Saw you are taking 9-1-1 requests. Would you maybe write one with Eddie x reader where she is preparing some food for Christmas (maybe desserts to take to Bobby and Athena's) and she manages to cut herself. Eddie helping clean it and assess the damage before deciding she needs stitches. Buck comes over to hang out with Christopher. Maybe some fluffy cute stuff while they sit in the waiting room and then with the reader trying to walk Eddie through finishing the dessert when they get home because she can't really use her hand.
hello, love! this was so cute! sorry it's past Christmas but hope you're still in the Christmas spirit and like this little story 😊 Happy Holidays everyone! Warnings: reader gets cut and is scared of needles; I think that's it, this is also my first time writing for 9-1-1 and Eddie Diaz so, I hope you loves like it! I have a few more in my inbox Disclaimer: I don’t own 9-1-1 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁
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Christmas Cookies
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“Would you please just let me help you?” Eddie asked for about the twentieth time.
“No, I’ve got it” you insisted. “Besides, you can go take care of our guest-”
“Buck is not our guest. He’s practically our other kid” Eddie laughed.
“I heard that!” you heard from the living room where Buck was playing video games with Christopher.
“I meant you to!” Eddie said, before looking back at you and smiling at you covered in powdered sugar. “What is that?” he asked as you put a tray of cookies in front of him.
“Chocolate Peppermint cookies” you shrugged. “They are Athena’s favorites” you explained. “For tonight's Christmas party?” you said, when you got no response.
“I thought you were making brownies” Eddie said confused.
“I am” you told him. “Chimney loves brownies” you continued.
“What else are you making?” he asked, leaning on the counter and looking at the endless amount of ingredients.
“Well, gingerbread cookies for Bobby, lemon bars for Maggie, Linzer cookies that Hen and Karen love” you smiled, pointing at the tupperware containing them. “And chocolate chip cookies with M&M’s” you said, grabbing one.
“Oh, yeah, those are Chris’ favorites” Eddie said, grabbing a few M&M’s.
“Yep… all the kids love them” you smiled.
“And…?”
“Buck and Al” you added.
“There it is” Eddie chuckled. “Sweetheart, you did not have to do this many desserts” he insisted. “Athena literally asked you to bring one dessert” he said.
“Don’t worry, I have your buñuelos too” you rolled your eyes.
“No, love, that’s not the point” he chuckled.
“Well, what was I supposed to do?”
“That? Just make one dessert” Eddie said as you started chopping some walnuts for the brownies.
“Yes, but if I make one dessert, I still have to make enough for everyone, so I thought it would be best to have a little bit of everything knowing that there’s something that everyone enjoys” you explained.
“Look, I know you’re the one who owns a small bakery-”
“Small?”
“Those are your words” he defended himself. “But I still think you are spoiling everyone by bringing a hundred desserts” he continued.
“It’s not a hundred” you said, looking back at him.
“Sweetheart, you’re overworking yourself-”
“I’m not-!”
“Yes, you are, I mean, you are making about ten different kinds of desserts, and none of them are even your favorite” he said, walking closer to you.
“I like all of these desserts!” you insisted.
“You are allergic to nuts, and you don’t like gingerbread cookies. Or Linzer cookies” he reminded you.
“Ugh, look if you’re just going to be all rational about this, and keep bugging me, why don’t you just go play video games with Buck and Chris in the other room?”
“Oh, I’m bugging you? You’re kicking me out of my kitchen?”
“Yes, Eddie, I am kicking you out of your kitchen because you’re distracting me, and you’re gonna make us late-” you stopped when you felt a sharp pain on your hand. Eddie’s smug smirk disappeared when he saw the expression on your face and you both looked at your hand. Your hand, which was now entirely red thanks to the spot you had just cut. “Shit” you muttered under your breath.
“Baby, are you okay?” Eddie asked, running over to you.
“Why is it bleeding so much?” you asked, getting a bit more anxious. You had cut yourself before at work, but it was never this big of a deal, usually a bandaid would cover it.
“Stay calm, okay?” he said, gently grabbing your hand. “Let me look at it” he said, walking you over to the sink.
“What happened?” Buck asked coming into the kitchen with Christopher on his back. “Whoa!”
“You’re bleeding a lot” Chris pointed out.
“Oh, honey, I’m sure it looks worse than it is- OUCH!” you complained as Eddie cleaned your wound.
“Sorry” he said, with a small smile. “It does seem it’s as bad as it looks though” he said. “It’s pretty deep, love. I think you need stitches” he instructed.
“W-what?” you asked, feeling your heart stop a little.
“You sure? Let me see” Buck said, putting Chris down and walking over to the two of you. “Oh yeah, you definitely need stitches” he agreed.
“N-no, I don’t” you chuckled nervously. “I’m sure I can just clean it up and put on a bandaid” you said, trying to take your hand away from Eddie.
“Sweetheart, you need stitches” he repeated.
“W-why?”
“It’s too deep” he insisted.
“B-but I don’t want stitches” you said.
“She’s afraid of needles” Christopher said from his spot.
“What? No, she’s not” Eddie chuckled, looking at his son and then back at you. “Are you?”
“Don’t look at me as if I’m crazy for not liking someone stabbing me with a needle” you glared at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never asked” you shrugged.
“How come Christopher knows?”
“He asked me!”
“Okay, let’s just go” he said, putting something to apply pressure on your hand.
“B-but my desserts-”
“Sweetheart, you need stitches, you can’t even move your hand at this point and you’re bleeding a lot” he said worriedly. “Let’s go!”
“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll finish up in here” Buck said.
“Don’t touch my desserts!”
“Don’t go near my kitchen!” Eddie yelled out at the same time as you.
“Okay, fine. Geez, you try to be helpful for once” he rolled his eyes as Christopher laughed at him.
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“Hey” Eddie said, holding your good hand and making your leg stop shaking once you were in the waiting room. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. I promise you won’t even feel it” he smiled encouragingly.
“Easy for you to say. You practically see and do these kinds of things every day at work. Plus, you have tattoos. You are clearly okay with someone stabbing your skin with a needle-”
“Nobody’s stabbing your skin with a needle, okay? You will just feel a small pinch, I promise” he said, kissing your hand. “How come you hadn’t told me about this?”
“About what?” you frowned.
“You not liking needles. I mean, Christopher knew” he pouted.
“I don’t know, it’s not something that comes up a lot” you shrugged. “It’s not like spiders where you can just find one randomly crawling around somewhere. It’s easy to avoid needles. I told Christopher when he was having nightmares and I said everyone’s afraid of something, so he asked what I was afraid of” you explained. “Plus, it’s… kinda dumb” you said, looking down.
“What? It’s not dumb” he insisted.
“Yes, it is. You and everyone at the 118 face so many things every single day which are a lot scarier than a dumb needle-”
“Bobby’s scared of needles too” he interrupted.
“What?”
“Yeah” he smiled.
“Bobby? Your captain, Bobby? Captain Robert Nash?”
“Yes” he chuckled. “He suffers every time he donates blood” he explained. “Apparently, he has a rare type of blood that can cure pregnant women and their babies of rhesus disease” he continued.
“Honey, I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but you’re honestly making it worse” you pouted.
“What? How?”
“Because of course, Bobby can power through it and still donate blood! How does this apply to me?”
“You can too!”
“Edmundo, I am certain that you are not comparing me to your captain. He’s like the bravest person that I know!”
“Hey!”
“Aside from you!” you insisted.
“Look” he said, squeezing your good hand. “I know that you’re brave. Not Bobby brave, according to you, but you are” he insisted. “Plus, I’m going to be here and I promise to hold your hand the entire time, okay? You can squeeze it as hard as you need to” he said before kissing your temple.
“Thanks” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.
“And besides, you’re right. Everyone’s afraid of something. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?” he said, giving you a peck on the lips.
“Okay” you smiled, still a little nervous. “So… what are you afraid of?”
“You know that” he chuckled.
“No, no. I don’t mean a meaningful fear, like something happening to Christopher, that’s rational-”
“Something happening to you is on the list as well-”
“I mean a dumb fear, like needles” you ignored him.
He sighed, looking away and then finally caved. “If you tell Buck-”
“My lips are sealed, love. I promise” you smiled.
“Snakes” he muttered.
“What?” you frowned.
“Snakes” he repeated a little louder.
“Hold on, is that why you squished my hand when Buck told us about that girl who was being strangled by her own snake? That he later hooked up with?”
“Well, yes!” he said as if it was obvious.
“Well, that’s a little bit more rational” you insisted. “I mean, snakes can be venomous and- ouch!”
“What is it your hand?”
“Yes!” you said, ungluing your good hand from his. “You’re squishing it!”
“Sorry, love” he apologized.
“It’s okay” you said, pulling him closer and kissing him again. “Thanks for letting me know” you smiled. “And thank you for being here for me” you said, kissing his cheek.
“Always, sweetheart” he smiled. "I love you" he kissed you.
"I love you too" you said, resting your head on his shoulder again.
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“OH MY GOD! You are doing it all wrong!” you yelled as Eddie glared at you.
“I cannot believe this is the thank you I get for trying to help you!”
“This is not thank you. This is the opposite of thank you! You burnt my cookies!”
“That was Buck!”
“Hey!” Buck said, pointing the fire extinguisher at the oven. “You didn’t tell me they were ready and I was busy over here doing the stupid lemon bars that nobody even likes!”
“Maddie likes them!” you argued.
“Well, if you don’t like it, you come here and do it!”
“She can’t move her hand!” Eddie, snapped at Buck, as Christopher laughed at the whole scene while he ate chocolate chip cookies.
“Yes, I can!” you insisted. “And obviously, I have to if I want to bring something tonight” you said, trying to grab one of the trays, but Eddie stopped you and carefully grabbed your bandaged hand.
“Out of my kitchen, love!” he said as you glared at him. "You are on mandatory rest until I say so" he reminded you.
"I hate you" you said, rolling your eyes and going to sit next to Christopher on the counter.
"I love you too" he smiled, kissing your forehead.
“How are you two firefighters, and you have burnt down half of my desserts!?”
The End
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You looked at the news in shock. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Buck was trapped under the firetruck. He was barley moving. Tears formed in your eyes as you saw a kid with a bomb strapped to his chest. Without a second thought, you rushed downstairs. You hurried out of the building and ran down the streets of LA. The accident wasn’t far from your apartment. Police stopped you, but you yelled for Athena. She turned around and signaled that they could let you through. She wrapped her arms around you. 
“Any word on Buck?” You asked, afraid of what the answer was going to be. 
“He’s alive, that’s all I know for now. But he will be in the best hands once they can get to him, okay? Hen and Chimney will get him out and to the hospital. Don’t you worry too much. Bobby…” she turned around for Bobby but he was no longer behind her. He was walking with his hands up in the air to the bomber. You could see that Bobby was talking, but you had no idea what they were saying. Minutes passed that felt like hours. Somehow Bobby managed to grab the bomber and that gave police the opportunity to grab him and drag him away. You saw the firefighters rushing towards Buck. 
“I have to go see him,” you said to Athena before running towards buck. 
“How are you doing Buck?” You heard Hen ask. 
“Kinda numb.” 
“Buck!” You yelled at him as you rushed towards him. Eddie stopped you from getting too close. 
“Let them work, okay? Give them some space.”
You looked up at Eddie with the tears in your eyes. “Tell me, and be honest, how is he doing?”
“The truck is crushing his leg, Y/N….”
“Y/N?” You heard Buck wimper. 
You escaped Eddies hold and got closer to Buck, but still giving Hen and Chimney enough space. “I’m here. They’re going to get you out, okay? You’re going to be okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you. But this is not going to be goodbye. You’re going to be fine.”
Buck was looking at you, and you could see that it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open. 
“We’re running out of time, cap,” you heard Chimney say to Bobby. 
“Alright. Let’s get this truck off him.”
More firefighters rushed over to lift the truck. You looked at Buck one more time, before doing the same thing. You stood next to Eddie, waiting for the signal to lift up the truck. 
“Lift!” Bobby yelled. 
With everything you had in you, you tried to get the truck off the ground. The scream that followed was one that would hunt you for some time. Buck cried and screamed out in pain. Teras rolled down your cheek. 
“It’s needs to go higher,” Hen said. 
“Again!” Bobby yelled. 
You lifted the truck again.
“Higher!” Hen yelled. 
This isn’t working. Whatever you were trying to do, it had no success. You looked at Eddie.
“It’ll be okay,” he whispered. 
“We need more hands,” Bobby said. 
Chimney grabbed the radio to ask dispatch for more persons, but he stopped. You looked at Chimney. He was frozen. You followed his gaze and saw bystanders running towards the truck. Every person that was watching was rushing over to the truck to help. 
With all the people that were now helping, you were able to lift the truck off Buck and he was able to get out. He cried in pain as they dragged him out. They put him on the gurney and you grabbed his hand. 
“Stay with me, Buck. Stay with me,” you said to him as you saw that he was closing his eyes. 
It had been hours of waiting in the hospital. Surgery took what felt like forever. Your body wanted to move, but all you could do was sit down and stare at the ground. There was no energy left in you.  You leaned against Eddie. He wrapped his arm around you. 
“I think Buck was glad to see you in that moment,” Eddie whispered. 
“I saw it on TV and I just… I couldn’t watch through a screen. It looked so bad, and I…” tears welled up in your eyes again. You tried to blink them away, but it was no success. 
“He’s going to be okay, Y/N. He’ll probably walk again. You know Buck. He is going to be okay.”
“I know, but in that moment it looked so bad. I thought…”
“I know.”
After waiting another while, you were able to see Buck. He was still asleep, but he was out of surgery and the doctor said that it went well. He would be able to walk again, that was the most important thing. You were holding Bucks hand, sitting next to his bed. 
“Y/N?”
You looked up and saw that Buck was awake. “Hey, how are you feeling?”
“Okay, I guess. You’re here.”
“I am. Everyone has been waiting for you to get out of surgery and wake up. It took a long time…”
Buck looked at his leg and then he looked back up at you. 
“The doctor said that it went well, and that you would be able to walk again.”
“What about work?”
“He didn’t say anything about that, but let’s take it one step at the time, okay? You’ve just been through a trauma, and now you need to heal.”
Buck was silent for a moment. 
“You were there…”
“I was. I… uhm… I saw it on the news, and I couldn’t stand there and watch. I had to be there in case…” you looked away from Buck. 
“In case of what, Y/N?”
“In case you didn’t make it.” Another tears rolled down your cheek, which you aggressively wiped away. You were so done with all the crying. 
Buck squeezed your hand. “I am here. And like you said, I am okay. You’re not losing me. Not today.”
“But what about all the other days?” More tears streamed down your cheek. “Seeing you lay there, it made me realize that any day you could end up like that. Any day there is a change that you won’t come back to me.”
“I know, and I know that is hard. But all of us are trying to make it home by the end of the shift. We all want to go home to our families.”
“It was just that today made me realize that it could be over at any moment. And I don’t want that. I want us to have forever together.”
Buck smiled. “You’re not the only one.”
You smiled through your tears. You stood up and gently kissed Buck. 
“I guess I’ll come by later,” you heard behind you. 
You turned around and saw Eddie standing in the doorway. 
“No, come in! You’ve been waiting long enough to see me,” Buck said. 
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Prompt -  'So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I’m sorry for that night.’
You felt like you could hardly sit still as you sat at a small table furthest away from the door, trying to get the most amount of privacy for the conversation that was to come. Outside the window snow fell down and you rubbed your hands together, both out of nerves and in an attempt to warm them up.
You had played and replayed how this conversation was going to go a million times over in your head, planned what to say only to scrap each idea as nothing you came up with felt good enough.
The drink you had ordered had been placed on your table only seconds before the bell jingled to announce the door opening and you barely had time to thank the waitress before your mouth went dry. As much as you wanted this conversation, as grateful as you were for it, there was another part of you that wanted to run away.
But you couldn’t run away again, not when you were being given a second chance, even if it was only to have one last conversation before living the rest of your life with regrets over what could've been.
You watched as he scanned the rooms, cheeks red from the cold, before his eyes landed on you. You hated the tension clearly readable even from across the room and how he seemed to have to force his feet to make their way over to you.
“Hi.” He greeted softly, his voice sending an ache through you and you had to force yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat as he sat in the seat across from you.
“Hey,” Your voice was just as soft as his was, if a little more obviously shaky. “Thank you for coming, I’m so glad you made time to see me.”
“Yeah, well, I,” Buck started before he trailed off and shook his head. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too.” You told him with a small smile, meaning it with every part of you. It had only been two or so weeks since you had last seen him but you had missed him more than words could say. “How is everything? How’s the 118, I haven’t seen them since-” You cut yourself off, neither you or Buck needing you to finish that sentence.
“Things are good, work’s busy but I guess it always is more hectic around the holidays.” He smiled and even though it didn’t meet his eyes you were so glad to see it. “Everyone else is good, Christopher misses you.”
“I miss him too.” Breaking up with Buck was bad but it wasn’t just him you had lost, you had lost the friendship you had made with his friends. You didn’t blame any of them for cutting you off, they were his friends first and would always be in his corner before yours but you missed them all so much.
“How’ve you been?” Buck asked and you couldn’t stop the frown that pulled at your lips because truth be told you hadn’t been great but you wouldn’t tell Buck that, not when it was your fault you were having sleepless night after sleepless night, replaying the same scene, the same conversation, over in your head a million times. You spent nights crying when the memories of weekend trips invaded your mind, summer adventures where Buck drove and you sat at his side, watching him laugh as the two of you sung loudly to the radio, remembered the nights tucked against his chest with his arms wrapped around you and feeling safer than you had ever felt in your whole life.
“I’m okay.” Was about as much as you could muster up and Buck glanced away from you for only a moment before his focus was back on you. The lump in your throat was back and you forced it down, as well as the stinging you felt in the back of your eyes.
The small talk was painful to both of you, the reason why you were here hanging heavily in the air but you were still desperately trying to think of the right thing to say. Buck’s guard was so obviously up and for good reason to. You’d hurt him, you knew he had been hurt before, left behind without a second thought and you had done the same to him.
How could you tell him the reason when you didn’t fully understand why you had done it yourself? How could you tell him that you had panicked, that he had been so perfect, so incredible, always thoughtful, always putting you first, how could you tell him that it was so serious that it had scared you.
Part of you knew he would have understood if you had handled it better, if you had sat him down and told him that this was the most serious relationship you’d ever had, that you loved him more than anything and that terrified you. For some reason you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do that though, to handle it maturely and take a breath, instead you had walked away in a panic only to regret it every day since.
Buck had every reason to keep his distance now, he had every reason not to show up at all but you were glad he had. You loved him so much and if you ever had a second chance with the man you would never take it for granted.
You shifted in your seat, sitting up straighter and wrapped your hands around your mug just for something to do with them. The lump in your throat seemed to be stuck there but you took another breath and forced yourself to address the reason you had asked Buck to come here.
No part of you was expecting him to take you back but you at least owed him an explanation. People were good at leaving Buck without one and after all the goodness and kindness he had treated you with he at least deserved a reason, he deserved to not spend anymore nights blaming himself and wondering what had gone wrong.
“I’m sorry,” you began and watched as Buck sat up straighter too, his eyes wide and sad as he looked at you and you felt your heart ache. “I’m sorry for that night, Buck. I regret it more than I’ve regretted anything.”
“Why?” Was all Buck was able to choke out and seeing the tears in his eyes made yours sting.
“I wish there was a good reason, Buck. I wish I could tell you something that doesn’t sound as pathetic as the truth.” You told him, voice cracking as you spoke and your grip on the mug tightened.
“Just tell me, Y/N/N, I need to know because I have spent every night agonising over what I did wrong.” He forced out, a single tear sliding down his cheek but he made no move to wipe it away. “I thought we were good.”
“We were, Buck. I promise you, if you don’t believe anything else I say believe this, you were perfect. You were so much more that I could ever ask for, so much more than I deserve and it terrified me. It terrified me Buck because I have never felt this way about anyone in my whole life and I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know what to do with the fact that I love you Buck, I love you so much and I’m not saying this to win you back, I know I hurt you and that, that is unforgivable because you were nothing but amazing and you didn’t deserve me walking out on you and for that, Buck, I am so sorry.” By the end of the short speech tears were sliding down both your cheeks and you were glad you had sat at the back in the far corner of the room, grateful for the privacy.
“Y/N,” Buck whispered but couldn’t seem to say anything else and you smiled at him, a smile filled with sadness and regret.
“I’m so, so sorry, Buck.” You repeated shakily, “I said this wasn’t me trying to get you back and I meant that but I have spent every night since that night regretting not just talking to you, every night missing you more than anything. If I could go back and change it, go back and just talk to you, God Buck, I'd do it in a heartbeat and I’d understand you never wanting to see me again, to walk away and be done with me-”
“I love you too, Y/N/N.” Buck told you softly, cutting off whatever you were going to say next and you were glad for the interruption both because you had no idea what you were actually saying, the words just falling out of you, but also because you got to hear Buck tell you he loved you for the first time. “I love you so much and trust me I was scared too, hell Bobby and Eddie can tell you how many nights I kept them up talking about it so I get it, I just wished you’d talked to me before leaving.”
The two of you were sat with tears falling down your cheeks, looking at one another with love, sadness, hope, as well a whole mix of other emotions. Despite not knowing what was going to happen, for the first time since you’d left Buck you felt like you could breathe again, like the weight that had been sitting on your chest for weeks was finally gone and you couldn’t help but smile at Buck.
“I wish I could change how I handled it.” You told him softly and he just smiled back at you, reaching across the table and gently pried your hand off the mug to wrap in his hand, his thumb brushing gently against your knuckles.
“Promise me that next time you’ll just talk to me, Y/N. I can’t handle you walking away again.” Buck told you and your eyebrows knitted together before his words fully registered and your eyes widened.
“Next time? Buck I-”
“You were scared and overwhelmed and didn’t know how to handle it. I told you I get it but we have to talk about these things, I don’t want to lose you.” Buck cut you off and you couldn’t help but smile at his words even as more tears filled your eyes.  
“I promise, Buck.” You told him sincerely, still in disbelief that he was so open to fixing things, to not holding your mistake against you.
God, you loved him so much.
“Good because these last few weeks have been hell.” He laughed even as a few more tears slid down his cheeks. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, Buck.” You said softly and the two of you just sat there for a moment longer, unable to look away from each other, unable to stop smiling as you did.
You might not have been able to go back in time, back to that first week of December where you had walked out of Buck’s apartment with tears sliding down your cheeks, but somehow you were here now with Buck, Buck who had the biggest heart you knew, Buck who would bend over backwards to help anyone, Buck who had the capacity to forgive no matter how many times he got hurt.
You swore to yourself as you squeezed the hand still holding yours that you would never take him for granted, would never let another day go by you don’t tell him you loved him, would never mess up your second chance with Buck.
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I Think It's Time You Marry Me - Evan "Buck" Buckley Imagine (9-1-1)
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Title: I Think It's Time You Marry Me
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley X Reader
Word Count: 1,103 words
Warning(s): mention of disaster/potential injury
Summary: [Inspired by "Marry Me" by Olly Murs] After a disastrous call, (Y/n) finds themself sitting by the phone and the TV with no word from or about Buck. When the man of the hour finally makes it home, he seems surprised about how much (Y/n) had truly worried about him.
Author's Note: Olly Murs released a new album, and this happened.
Also, y'all remember when I called Buck a himbo and seemed to get a chunk of this fandom to agree with me? Those were fun times.
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It was easily the longest day of my life.
It had all started so... normal. Maybe that's why the whole day was so mind-boggling. There were no signs of what was going to happen. No sign that anything was going to go horribly wrong.
Buck had woken up before me. He kissed my forehead and mumbled for me to go back to bed before he ran off to get ready for the day.
I sat in my half-awake state, watching him move around the room, quietly thanking whatever entity allowed us to find this little place that could be completely ours. A place where we could both move so naturally.
I curled on my side as he walked back over and kissed me again. He muttered about how he hoped that I had a good day. And then, he left.
I didn't stay in bed for long after that. I got up, made my coffee, and tried to have a relaxing morning. Working from home had some benefits.
I had been clicking away at my keyboard. I had long since forgotten what words I had been writing. The news had been on in the background in the hopes of becoming an interruption to the silence that made me feel gross and sluggish.
And then, the news broke.
It looked like the world was ending. It's so easy for our minds to become apocalyptic when we don't have answers.
My heart dropped. My hands stopped moving and my head snapped over to the TV screen, watching the scene unfold. It almost felt wrong. For my home to be so peaceful and in order while watching everything in the world go wrong around me.
I turned around in my seat, watching the footage with wide eyes.
I jumped for my phone. I knew that if Buck was at the scene, then he wouldn't answer me for a while, but that didn't stop me when I fumbled to dial his number. I left a message for him.
"Hey- Hey, I... I'm watching the news and I know you're busy and I... Just... Just call me or text me or something when you get a chance. I need to know that you're okay. Please. I love you."
Every minute felt like hours. Every hour felt like days. It was terrible and drawn out. I wanted to find a way to run from it all, but I couldn't. I was stuck there in that time. In that period of unknowing and fear.
The news was still on, but it felt like nothing had processed in my mind. Nothing.
I had spent the day pacing. I did laps around the living room and the kitchen. I didn't eat. I tried to drink some water, but I knew it wasn't enough. It was hard to focus on my own needs when there was so much going wrong just outside my door.
I left countless messages. Texts and voicemails for Buck. I felt guilty but it was all just panic and anxiety looking for some kind of answer. I even called Eddie a few times. Nothing.
I checked my phone every few minutes, hoping to see something.
I never did.
It was already dark when I heard the front door open.
I froze where I was, watching as Buck walked back inside. He looked so tired.
He didn't look back at me until the door closed.
It was almost like time suddenly started going back to its normal pace. Like everything returned to how it was supposed to be.
"Buck."
I got over to him as quickly as I could. My arms wrapped around him and my eyes closed, relaxing for the first time in hours. Not fully, but just enough.
I leaned back, my hands moving to the sides of his face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I called and left messages and I knew you probably weren't going to have time to answer, but I needed to try. The news was no help. I didn't know what to do. I just- God, are you okay-"
Buck leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I froze for a moment before slowly kissing him back. My arms fell naturally around his neck as his hands touched my sides.
I pulled away a bit. I looked at him as his forehead rested on mine.
"I should've called you back," he muttered.
"No, no," I replied. "It's okay. I just... God, I'm so happy that you're okay. And you're home and okay. And that's what matters to me."
"I'm still sorry-"
"Stop it," I mumbled. "Please. Don't apologize. You couldn't control what happened today. I'm not upset with you. At all."
He closed his eyes again.
"I just... I love you so much, Buck. So much. I was scared, yes, but I'm not angry or upset. I'm just relieved. Because you're home and you're okay and I'm actually able to say that to you. Just... God, I love you."
He leaned in and kissed me again. I sighed into the kiss, allowing whatever remaining weight there had been to fall away like I was throwing off a jacket.
I leaned back, grinning at him.
His next words seemed to slip out like he couldn't have physically stopped them, "Marry me."
I stared at him with wide eyes after I took a step back. "What?"
"What?"
"Was... Was that a genuine proposal," I asked.
"I... Well... I don't... I didn't mean for that to come out like that," he replied. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen Buck stumble over his words like that. "I mean... I've thought about it. I've been thinking about it for a while now. But I don't have like a ring or anything. We can just ignore this happened-"
"We are definitely not ignoring it."
He froze, just staring at me.
"Do you want to marry me?"
"Yeah," he let out a sigh as he spoke, a smile breaking out on his face.
I leaned in and pecked his lips. "I want to marry you too."
He looked away, seemingly trying to hide his face.
"We should do it," I said. "We both want to. We've both been thinking about it. We should do it."
"You're sure?"
I nodded. "Surer than I've been about anything in a while."
"Okay," he replied. "Let's do it."
I cupped the sides of his face again, running my thumbs along his cheekbones.
"God, I love you," I muttered.
"I love you too," he mumbled back before pulling me into yet another kiss.
And how perfect a kiss it was.
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♡ Pairing: Eddie / Firefighter!Reader, Fem
♡ Genre: Angst, Action, Established Relationship
♡ Word Count: 2k
♡ Beta Reader: thank you so much @firemedicdiaz​ for reading! you’ve helped me with this fic from the start and i appreciate it so much!! @nurse-buckley​​ thank you so much for reading and motivating me to get this started and done! you’re both angels <3
♡ Warnings: Car Crash, Drunk Driver, Injuries, Blood, Fire, Hospitals, Mentions of Surgery. Mentions of Shannon’s Death. Nightmares. PTSD. Guilt. Please read at your own discretion.
♡ Summary: Your first outing with Christopher takes a dangerous turn when a driver spirals out of control.
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You slowly ebbed back into consciousness. All of your senses were slow and jarred, your entire body aching as if you had been shaken and stirred violently. Pure exhaustion ran through every bone in your body as you squinted blankly at your surroundings. The stark white ceiling, railed hospital bed, and two chairs next to it were familiar. You were at a hospital, as you had been times before since becoming a firefighter.
Why you were here and how didn’t seem to matter at the moment. Simply falling back to sleep was more tempting than it had ever been and as your eyes fluttered closed again, you nearly let your mind drift back off. 
Until all the memories of yesterday hit you like a speeding train.
A sharp gasp left you as vivid visions of Christopher filled your mind, his green eyes wide with fear and panic. The smell of fuel and fire that had hung in the air, the wreck that surrounded you, having to give Christopher to a stranger, and finally pulling an injured driver out of a burning vehicle.
It faded into bits after that, but the last memory was striking. The recollection of gazing down at your white shirt and noticing the striking red liquid that coated it. You had collapsed like a pile of bricks, hot agony overloading your every sense. The last thought on your mind had been Christopher. You needed to make sure he was safe, but your body had betrayed you.
Adrenaline coursed through your veins like an electric shock as fear overwhelmed you, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Frantic beeping sounded from all around you, a testament to your distress. You tried to sit up, but your weak body and stiff joints prevented you. Numbness in your limbs and the sensitivity in your abdomen made it too difficult, as you could only barely frail around in the hospital bed. 
“C-Christopher… where are you?” You called out desperately, eyes darting around the empty hospital room. Your throat was too dry to even speak properly, and you couldn’t reach for the pitcher of water that lay on the nightstand next to you.
It was endlessly frustrating, and an eternity seemed to pass as you kept trying. In reality, it was only about a few seconds before the door hurriedly pushed open and someone rushed in. 
A nurse wearing a green uniform rushed to your side. She was tall, with curly brown hair in a tight ponytail. Despite your frenzied state, she was calm and collected, her hazel eyes flickering to the beeping machine as she spoke.
“Hey now, let’s try to calm down. My name is Jen, I’m your nurse.” She tried to assure you, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulders to try to get you to lay back.
“No,” you muttered in protest, but allowed her to guide you anyways, “W-Where is Christopher? I need to know he’s alright, please.”
Confusion passed across her face momentarily, before she said, “Ah, you must mean Mr. Diaz’s son, they’re in the waiting room.”
Eddie and Christopher were both here? Now? 
God, how you wanted to see them.
“You’re positive?” You questioned.
“Yes, a few bumps and bruises but he’s alright. The entire nursing station thinks he’s adorable. Trust me.” Jen said with a soft smile. 
Relief flowed through you like an avalanche, shoulders slumping as you allowed yourself to relax a bit. Christopher was alright. He was safe and that was all that mattered.
“Thank god…”
She nodded, observing you for a second quietly. “Well, now that you know he’s alright, let’s get back to you. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”
You blinked, having not considered your state since waking up. Clearly, you had some kind of abdominal surgery and after the pain you felt after the crash, that wasn’t surprising. It had felt like you had been run over and then scrapped off the ground, but you were okay. 
“Just tired. Very tired and sore, “you admitted with a whisper.
“I see,” Jen said sympathetically, “Well, you underwent a very long surgery. The surgeon himself will come in and explain soon, but everything went very well.”
You only nodded, unsure how to respond. You weren’t used to being in this position at all. Usually, you were the one visiting injured co-workers and victims in the hospital. It was strange to be on the other side, even stranger as you felt you deserved it.
“Do you feel up to visitors? You’ve got quite a few people in the waiting area for you. They asked to wait by your side, but the doctor didn’t want you to be overwhelmed.”
Lips pulling down at the sides, you thought it over. Of course, you wanted to see everyone, especially Eddie and Christopher, but did you deserve it? You couldn’t even imagine how Eddie must be feeling towards you. You didn’t have time yourself to think about it in the heat of everything that happened, but surely he must be livid.
Eddie already had reservations about trusting others with Christopher and the first time he trusted you, what happened? Christopher could have died, could have been taken away from him forever. Christopher must have been so frightened too, he must despise you now. The mere thought broke your heart and brought fresh tears to your exhausted eyes.
How could either of them ever forgive you? How could you ever forgive yourself? You should have seen the truck coming, should have swerved in time. But, you hadn’t and the shame and guilt of that were burned into your mind. No matter how you looked at it, there was blame that laid firmly on you.
“No,” you said bluntly, “I don’t want to see anyone and I won’t be feeling up to it tonight… but please let them know I’m fine.”
“Sure,” Jen said with a slow nod.
“Thank you.”
“You know, they told me that you’re a hero – that you saved people.” 
“Hero?” You muttered in genuine shock. “Hardly.”
Jen frowned and observed you silently for a second as if wanting to say something, but deciding not to do it. 
“Doctor Halstead will be in soon. Just let us know if you need anything.” 
You gave a tight-lipped smile in reply that disappeared as she turned and left the room.
Hero? You? No. Somedays you liked to think you were, but you hadn’t been in this situation. You had let real harm come to Christopher and let down the man you loved.
Tears brimming in your eyes, you took in a deep breath and let the exhaustion that had been bearing on you take hold. You knew what you had to do. You needed to make it so you could never hurt Christopher or Eddie again. You had broken a promise to both of them, but this one you would keep.
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It had been a long two weeks of recovery in the hospital and you still had a few more weeks before you would be fully recovered, but you were finally getting home. However, while you were a bit mobile now, you still needed to rest as much as possible, which was why Carla had so graciously offered to pick you up from the hospital and stay with you for a week to help you get settled.
“Thank you so much for coming, Carla. I appreciate it more than you know,” you said with a relieved sigh, as you gently lowered yourself into bed. Your abdomen was still sore so you had to be careful, but you were so glad to be home and sleeping in your own private space.
“Of course, doll. Don’t even think twice about it,” Carla said, as she placed your bags down next to your dresser. “You’ve got me here to help with whatever you need.”
“And you’re sure Eddie is going to be okay with not having you around?” 
“Yes, Buck and Bobby are going to pick up the slack while I’m gone. We have it all under control, so don’t worry about a thing.”
You nodded, despite still being a bit worried about it. Mostly because you hoped Eddie wasn’t upset about you stealing Carla for the week, but couldn’t be sure how he felt. Things between you and Eddie had been strained to say the least. 
You hadn’t seen him or anyone else since the day of the accident as you had told the nurses at the hospital you didn’t want any visitors at all. He had called you a few times, but the conversations were all short. You had been extremely quiet, unsure what to say through the guilt and shame you felt over the accident.
Eddie had been confused and upset, pressing you for what was wrong, but you couldn’t explain your feelings at the time. You simply weren’t in the right headspace. All you could manage to tell him was that you needed space before you could see him and Christopher again. He assured you that it was okay and that Christopher was doing alright too, which had been a big worry of yours.
“You know Eddie and Chris are really worried about you, Hunny. Everyone is.” Carla said as she sat down on the side of your bed. 
You looked away as you replied, “they shouldn’t be, I’m doing just fine.”
“Fine? You’re recovering from major surgery and shutting out the people who love you most. You are not fine. They miss you, don’t you miss them? Why don’t you reach out?” She asked gently, her brown eyes filled with motherly concern.
“Of course I do and I want to, but it’s not that simple.”
“Well, maybe I’m missing a piece of the puzzle then because I just don’t see why. You know Eddie has been telling Chris that you need time to recover before he can come to see you, but he’s going to start wondering about that soon.”
You weren’t sure if it was the fatigue from being trapped in a hospital bed for weeks or bottling up your emotions so tightly for too long, but tears sprang to the corners of your eyes at her words. The last thing you wanted was to be hurting Christopher or Eddie, but deep down inside, you knew she was right. You were hurting them by shutting them out.
“Chris shouldn’t want to see me, Eddie shouldn’t either. It’s because of me that his son was in an accident. It’s best this way,” you whispered brokenly. 
Carla’s eyes widened at that, her whole being looking affronted at what you said.
“Is that what you think? Sweetpea...” she said, shaking her head. “No, that is not true and I know —”
“Please,” you started, cutting her off before she could say anymore. “I can’t speak about this anymore, I just need to rest.”
Your tone left no room for argument and Carla knew you weren’t ready to be pushed right now.
“Alright, I’ll wake you up in a few hours for dinner. Just holler if you need something.” 
With that, she got up and left your room quietly, leaving you alone for a while.
You were relieved to be alone, though you felt guilty for making her go when she clearly just wanted to help you. She was right after all and soon you would have to confront all that you had been avoiding, but for now, you simply wanted to rest. Though you weren’t sure it would be that easy.
Ever since the crash, you had been plagued by horrendous nightmares that replayed that day over and over. Except in these terrors, you weren’t able to pull yourself or Christopher out of the car, instead, you were forced to watch as smoke and fire consumed all. Forced to listen to yourself and Christopher screaming in agony.
You weren’t sure how to deal with the nightmares, as there had only been one other time in your life you were plagued by them. But you deserved them back then and this time too.
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can you stay forever? [ evan buckley ]
⋯ SUMMARY ; when your ac unit blows, buck is quick to invite you to stay with him until it’s fixed -- leading to some realizations of where your relationship currently stands
⋯ PROMPT ; [ tara’s invitation ] you go to stay at your lover’s place after learning you are unable to stay at your own
⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ jerk landlords ] + general fluff [ cuddling, kissing + asking to move in ]
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buck perked up at the sound of his phone ringing loudly from the kitchen island. pausing his game before standing and quickly making his way over to where the device sat. and smiling when your name flashed across the screen, “hey, babe... to what do i owe this pleasure?” he questions the second he brings the phone to his ear, smiling falling a few seconds later when he hears you huff, “hey, what’s wrong?”
“my stupid ac unit went out, and my landlord said it was gonna be another four days before he could get someone out here to fix it. four days buck! my apartment is gonna turn into a hot box before it even reaches noon.” you complain softly, already feeling the heat creep up in your apartment. it didn’t help that los angeles was experiencing record highs for the day and then seemingly beating the previous days record with an all new high.
“do you want me to come over and look at it?” buck questions, already looking around for the toolbox he kept around just in case something similar happened in his own apartment, “no... because i’ve already tired and i’m about ninety-five percent sure that it’s an internal piece that needs to be replaced. so, i’m stuck until the repairman sounds up.”
“but you can’t say in a hot apartment... that’ll make you miserable.” buck comments before his brows shoot up in realization, “hey! why don’t you come stay with me for a few days? at least until the repairman shows up and then you can go back to your apartment.” he offers, teeth catches his bottom lip in anticipation as he waits eagerly for your response.
“buck, you are a god send. is it alright if i came over now?” you ask softly, to which he quickly responds with an enthusiastic yes before uttering his goodbyes and hanging up the phone to let you pack.
he quickly shuffles around his apartment, cleaning up his leftover containers from the night before and the pile of laundry that had grown in the corner of his bedroom. getting the place spick and span before you came over.
it’s almost half and hour later when you knock softly at his door. buck quickly greeting you with a soft kiss before he’s pulling the bag from your hands and chuckling when you melt against the cool top of his kitchen counter, “it’s so nice in here...” you mutter, relishing in the cool air as it beats down your back.
“you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like... you know i never mind when you stay over.” buck states, smiling as you nod. he disappears for a moment, trailing up the steps to his bedroom to drop you bag and pillow onto his mattress before heading back down to the kitchen.
buck got you settled in for the rest of the day, preparing dinner for the two of you and reminiscing in the moment as you ate together. it was rare that the two of you ate together in the sanctity of his apartment, or hell, even your own. schedules never seemed to line up enough to afford the time for either of you to stay the night, leading to a thundering mess of pent up sexual tension that lasted longer than necessary.
so, buck had happily settled into bed alongside of you, pulling you into the safety of his arms before pressing kisses along the exposed side of your face. relishing in the little giggles that left your lips before eventually relenting, and pressing a final goodnight kiss to you lips before closing his eyes.
the routine had played out better than either of you could have hoped. quickly finding a balance and rhythm that made it seem as if the two of you had done this before in the past. as for buck, he had been more energized by just having someone to share his morning with before heading to his shift.
it continued like this until the end of the week, with the two of you either eating out or ordering in due to the overall tiredness you both felt after your respective shifts. however, you took a chance this night to make something. seeing as you didn’t have to go that morning and buck would be due home after his twenty-four.
“what’s all this?” buck questioned from the doorway, brow raised as you came around the island with two plates in hand, “dinner... figured you’d be hungry and i wasn’t up for trying the mystery dishes in your fridge.” you grimace softly before waving him into the apartment.
“how was your shift?” you smile, taking the seat next to him as he goes into detail about everything he got to do that day. although, he had kinda left out a few of the more unsettling parts. not wanting to make you queasy as you finished up your dinner and wine.
“i’ve got to say, this is problem the best meal i’ve had in a while...” buck comments as he quickly takes you plate before you manage to, prompting you back into your seat as you chuckle lightly, “captain nash not feeding you guys anymore?” you tease lightly, knowing the crew at 118 isn’t missing any meals -- especially the one night buck had brought home a container for you to try and you were almost jealous of him.
“you know what i mean...” he huffs, cleaning up the last of the dishes before pulling you towards the living room to watch whatever peaked either of your interests. buck flipped through each channel, until you make a noise of interest and he left it there. settling further into the couch as he pulled you in closer.
“i’m gonna miss this...” you mutter into his side, already dreading having to go back to your apartment in the morning -- your landlord having informed you earlier that morning that maintenance had fixed the issue. “do you have to go? you could stay here with me...” buck offers, pulling you in closer as if you were going to leave in that very moment, “i’ve still got a few more months on my lease.” you answer, playing with the loose strings of his shirt to keep you occupied.
“then, how about after? wait out the rest of your lease, and then move in with me. you can stay forever.” he smiles, knowing he’s already got you convinced just by the way you tuck your face further into his chest to hide your smile.
“you’ve got about five months to figure out how to not leave your socks on the coffee table, then.” you tease, gesturing to the two pairs of socks already settled atop the wood as buck chuckles, “i’m sure i can figure something out for  you...”
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Athena and f reader. They've worked together for a year, both harboring feelings for the other. Reader takes a bullet for Athena, and as she Lays in her arms, waiting for the paramedics, she loos into Athenas eyes and admits how she feels.
A/n: hope you like it, anon ♥
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It was a gunshot and Athena´s scream that filled and echoed through the deserted and silent streets, slowly dying in the darkness of the night. The flickering blue beacons of the police car behind you gave off the faintest light for the brunette to deduce that a rapidly enlarging blood-red smudge was spreading across your chest.
"Y/n.." she watched you intently, with that look on her face that was unlikely for her. Her eyes were wide open, pupils extremely dilated as her body was tensed and restless, almost trembling with fear.
Your gaze dropped to the spot where your uniform was beginning to soak up your blood and slowly, you dragged yourself forward to your best friend. The view in front of your eyes was disturbed by tiny black spots, which became more persistent and mixed with the slowly developing dizziness to an uncomfortable and unsafe feeling.
You felt your reserves of strength disappearing and leaving you and you were brought to your knees by this quickly occurring weakness. Before your body could reach the cold ground, two hands quickly slipped under your arms and caught you. "I´ve got you."
Gently, almost in slow motion, she pulled your increasingly heavier body onto the sidewalk and, as carefully as she could be, attempted to sit on it so that you came to rest on top of her. Laying in the arms of Athena, who pressed a hand to your chest to desperately stop the bleeding, you watched her screaming for help over the radio. "OFFICER DOWN! I NEED A BUS! NOW!"
"-thena." you said hollowly; your body shaking uncontrollably as your eyelids began to grow heavier with each second that passed. A small puddle formed on the floor beneath you, one of your own blood. "Don´t talk. Save your energy, sweetheart."
Even if no sound of complaint had passed your lips, the brunette only knew from the fine beads of sweat on your forehead that your injury was causing you the deepest and most severe pain. Still, she was pressing even harder on the gunshot wound, making you gasp while your body flinched on top of her- watching the warm blood slip through her fingers.
Too much blood.
She, too, felt shaky and uncomfortable in such a situation. Not only because such a wound was a matter of life and death, but also because it was you who stood in front of her to protect her and save her life.
As Athena bent her head down to you, she clasped your now limp hand tightly in her free one and wiped the tears from her eyes; leaving streaks of your blood clinging to her skin. "Help is on the way, stay awake okay?" she spoke positively and already heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance in the far distance.
She wanted to play the strong one, didn´t want to cry in front of you and make you feel like your story should end here and now- in her arms. But when all that you love in life was about to be ripped away from you, then what could she possibly do?
Nothing helped, no matter how hard you tried to fight the constant and growing tiredness, the immense loss of blood that has taken place in the meantime had only made your body weaker. "It doesn´t hurt anymore." you said above a whisper and Athena´s eyes flickered back to you.
"Hold on, please. I need you." You felt her hold tighten on you and her soft lips pressed against your temple. Your eyes, almost drained of life, turned once more to hers and met a completely destroyed and never before seen facial expression that had been overwhelmed with salty tears.
"I love you, ´thena."
Her heart broke at that statement.
Suddenly, all the anger against the shooter dissipated and only sadness and longing remained.
Your body grew heavy and limp in her hold and the small smile on your lips slowly faded. And then it went black around you; the cold and darkness tore you to your bitter death.
"I love you too, Y/n. I always did."
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The Unexpected Hero
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The Unexpected Hero
Evan Buckley x reader
Imagine: saving Buck (911) from and explosion and he's determined to find out who you are (from @procrastinatorimagines​).
Requested: Nope.  
Author’s Note:  I’ve been wanting to write this ever since I saw this prompt image.  Also (writing this on 7/12/22), My legs are dead after drumline camp, so I continued writing this on my night shift. Please give me feedback as this is my first time writing for 911.  Was considering asking someone if they want to proof read just to make sure the content is good. Message me if anyone want to.  I also reworked my masterlist so it’s not as crowded.  
Requests are still OPEN.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.  Also, I’m tagging @911readercollection​ here.
Warning: I’m not sure fire works how I exactly described it.  Arsonist, bomb exploder/explodes, chase scene, arrests, I very much thought of old action movies when writing this.  I didn’t proofread this.  Athena being a queen. 
Word Count: 1,854
It was another mind numbing day of staring at your computer as statistics went by so you could crunch the numbers for your penny pincher stick up his ass boss.  And just to describe how frugal he is, he chose the cheapest office for his workers while he never showed up himself.  Cheap in LA usually means poor quality, or not in a safe neighborhood.  In this case, it meant both.  You had to bring your own stool because you could not stand one more second of your legs sticking to those cheap plastic chairs that are “usually” used at graduation parties.  At least you were left alone until you had to present your findings to your boss.  However, this meant that your mind got distracted easily and sometimes fell asleep until your eyes and mind processed nothing that was on your screen.   
Your mind woke up out of its stagnant state to that sound. You know, that sound.  The sound that’s been drilled into your mind ever since you were young.  The sound of a fire alarm going off along with its blinking lights.  You were surprised the building even had working fire systems.  But, you did what you were taught and you stayed low to the ground and crawled on your hands and knees keeping your hand along the wall to guide your way.  You found your way to the side of the building out a fire exit.  One of those exits near the trucking docks of your building.  You stopped a mere couple feet from the building to catch your breath, which more ended up like you crouched to cough your lungs out.  This is what you imagined smoking for 50 years felt like.  
You looked up just as a firefighter started coming towards you.  Do all firefighters have to imitate magazines and be super hot in uniform and way out of your league?  He still had his smoke mask over his face and his helmet on, as he should , so you couldn’t make out much of what he actually looked like.   “Ma’am, are you okay?”  
You would have responded if something else didn’t catch your attention.  Behind the fireman’s legs, you could see someone else in a gray hoodie walking away from the scene.  Walking.  As in “cool guys don’t look at explosions” walking, and that kind of walking away from a fire can never be good.  He started to raise his right hand above his head while keeping his back turned toward you and STILL WALKING.   You couldn’t be sure what he was doing or what is intentions are, but you had to take a chance.  
With your strength that you found somewhere, you body slammed the fireman in the hips as hard as you could and that managed to get him, and yourself, to the ground.  His arms encircled around you, out of instinct you think, and you were buried into his firejacket while his back took most of the brute hit from the ground.  The office building behind you exploded like an action movie and you felt the heat from the building behind you multiply by 1000 and a loud noise ring your ears to the point where you could only hear white noise for a second.  
You hesitantly opened your eyes expecting ash to sting them or you see the light of heaven letting you know that you died.  Thankfully, you were still mostly in one piece, but the sight of the person you suspected was responsible running from said exploding building was the first thing you saw while lying on the ground.  This isn’t an action movie, but you couldn’t convince your brain that it wasn’t.  
You got up from the ground and started sprinting after the man, your body and lungs screaming at you to stop and rest, but your adrenaline said ‘no’.  You kept following the man around a few corners, not even stopping to think if he was armed or not when a cop car came from an alley and hit him T-bone style.  It didn’t kill him, but it flung him a few feet in the opposite direction.  He definitely wouldn’t be resisting arrest anytime soon.  
“Hands on your head.” you heard shout in front of you.  You kept yours on the back of your head just so the cop would know you weren’t putting up a fight.  
You took this opportunity to cough your lungs out in the middle of an alley because they were exhausted from being filled with smoke and then asked to run a marathon.  
The cop was quick to cuff the man and lock him in the back of her squad car.  She then came around and stood next to your hunched over figure.  “Just try to breath deeply mame.”  After a few more minutes of coughing your lungs out you finally had the strength to look up at her.  Your eyes were watered and probably red from the smoke, but you could still make out most of what she looked like.  She was a middle aged black woman and had short black hair that swooped to one side.  She still was in her full uniform and a bullet proof vest.  
“Did you get him?”  Why was that the first thing you asked? No thank you, just that?  
“Yes mame, we did.  Your speed and quick thinking guided him right to us.  What were you doing chasing a man like him anyway?”  
You struggled to stand up, but you were able to keep some of your decency before you spoke to her.  “I saw him walking away from my office building that exploded, and no one runs unless they have something to hide, so I just mindlessly chased after him.  I chased him and you T-boned him.  Problem solved.”  You clapped your hands brushing the dust off them like you did a job well done.  
“You were in the building five blocks from here that exploded into flames?”  Have I really been running for five blocks?  Wow.  Might as well act as if you run regularly.   
“Yes, and if the fire inspection comes to it, can I testify against my boss? He’s a frugal piece of shit, so I doubt that the building was up to code.”  She seemed to give me a satisfied smirk.  
“Ok.  I like a strong independent women who knows what she wants.  Come with me and I’ll give you a ride to the station and get a statement from you.”  
“Thank you, Miss…”
“Athena, and if you ever want to be a cop or detective, I’ll put in a referral for you to get started into the training.  We’d love to have you.”  
So that’s how your day ended.  Athena drove you and her suspect to the police station, you gave a statement of what happened and how bad the building you worked in was.  You left your contact information incase they needed anything else or they wanted you for the detective job.  She even gave you a ride back to your, surprisingly, not destroyed car that was parked outside of your office building.  
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**Buck’s POV, later that day at station 118**
I walked back up the stairs after a shower to find most of the team in the kitchen.  Bobby was making something that smelled delicious for dinner.  I still couldn’t wrap my head around what happened earlier.  
“Hey Hen, did some lady come to the ambulance at the fire of that warehouse office building today?” I sat down at the kitchen table next to her.  
“We had a couple people there today but no one needed to go to the hospital, just needed some extra oxygen. Why, you recognize someone?” 
“No it’s just…”  Do I say that the muscles of a fireman lost against someone’s adrenaline.  I decide to leave that part out.  “Just someone was running away from the fire and after someone and I just wanted to make sure they’re ok.  I couldn’t find them afterwards.”
“Hey everyone.”  Athena walked up the stairs to the kitchen area and greeted everyone.  
“Hey Athena.”  I didn’t put too much enthusiasm into my greeting.  She went and kissed Bobby really quick and came back to me.  “Why you so down Buck?” 
“He’s trying to find someone who ran off from the fire today.”  Hen answered for me.  
“You mean the one that body slammed you before the building blew up.” 
Well, thanks for saving me the embarrassment Bobby.  I gave him that you seriously just said that look that he’s probably given me a million times.  
“Yes, that one.  She just ran off after body slamming me and it wasn’t a reactionary thing she did it BEFORE the building blew up, like right before.”  Athena gave me a knowingly smile apparently knowing something that I didn’t.  
“Oh yes, I know who she is.  She’s real sweet.  Caught our bomber, gave a statement about what she witness, and was willing to testify.”  She was saying this like it was no deal as easy as asking what you had for breakfast that morning.  
“You know her.  I wanted to see if I could thank her because she helped me avoid getting a face full of flames.”  
“Well, I still have her number.  But Buck …”
“Yes.” Athena always has something up her sleeve. 
“Treat her right.  She talked about the building she worked in.  She deserves something good.” 
“Yes mame.”  That wasn’t even my intention, but Buck 3.0 is the most respectful out of all the Bucks.    
Athena gave me her number and I went to one of the fire department office rooms where it was more quiet and less people would come in to interrupt or tease me for wanting to talk to a girl I barely met.  I type in her number and wait while the ringtones go by.  Then there’s that unfortunate monotone voice of an answering machine.  I decide to leave a message anyway.  
“Hey Y/n, it’s Buck.  Well you don’t know my name yet but I’m the firefighter you slammed earlier today.  Athena, the cop, gave me your number.  I just wanted to thank you for saving me.  You were really brave I heard, chasing down an armed aronsist.  **Hurry up Buck, you have limited voicemail space** I just wanted to thank you and see if you wanted to go out sometime … so I can properly thank you in person I mean.  Well I-.”  The call hung me up.  Hope that got saved.  
I decided to take a walk around the trucks and clear my head.  Before I made even one lap around, I got a text.  
Hey Buck.  Nice to finally know your name.  Hope I didn’t hurt you too bad from the body slam earlier.  My phone’s out of whack and not accepting calls since it got cracked in my street chase today, but I’d love to go to cheesecake factory with you sometime, or even just walking on the boardwalk.  You text me your availability, since I’m out of a job for now. Hehe. -Y/n
Ok Buck, don't mess this up.
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Dear Princess - Agape Series
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         ACT TWO, SCENE TWO
Song: Can You Hold Me by NF Quote: Bobby wished he knew what was going on in her head, but just like everyone else, he knew he wasn't as strong as Kasey.
A/N: Not read through, or edited. A/N 2: This piece has been in my drafts for a while, so I think it was a little rushed, but it's more of a filler chapter in a way
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Dear Princess,
I miss you, but you scared me the last time we saw one another. You scared me. Your eyes scared me because I saw the pain I caused you. You became a ghost, you become something of my own imagination. Kasey, princess, you already were dead before I did anything to you that night, I was just helping to remove all that pain you carried.
But I also helped to just simply get rid of you because you may be too good for me, but that doesn't mean someone else can have you. You're still mine. Always will be mine.
I own you now princess.
You won't know it yet, but I'm apart of you now princess – every thought, every word, everything you do will be because of me – I've broken your little mind and I now control it.
And trust me, whatever I do, won't be pretty.
You'll never going to be able to get rid of me Kasey, I'm always going to be here, always going to be lurking in the shadows, always knowing everything you're doing. But I need you to know that everything I do, everything I've done, is out of love. Kasey I love you and I will never not love you
Love from the guy who will love you the most,
Jordan
Kasey didn't know how long she was sat in her car for, she didn't know even know how long she was staring at that letter for. But she realised she missed Christmas when a message came through her phone, making it ring and vibrate on the seat next to her.
She reaches over, seeing the time was 10am, and below the time was many notifications, but the one on the top was the one that pulled her out from her thoughts.
Owen: Just wanted to tell you that I've finished my last round of immunotherapy and that my blood work and pulmonary function tests looks good. My tumour has been reduced by 73% too. Hope you had an amazing Christmas and hope I see you again soon x
Kasey sniffles, throwing her phone back to the seat and threw her head back onto the pillow, eyes squeezing shut as her hands crumbled up the letter and threw that somewhere in her car. And with a little tired sob, her hands moved to press against her eyes as she tried to mentally prepare herself for work in half an hour.
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"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"Sh-shark! Shark! A man's been attacked by a shark!"
"What beach are you on ma'am?"
"We're not on the beach! We're on the freeway!"
"LAFD. Make room!" Bobby yelled as him and his team walked through the makeshift path that the crowd of people have created.
"What the hell," both Buck and Kasey said, jaw's dropping at the sight of a shark gripping onto a man's arm. A few people were around the shark, trying to tug it off the man, but none of their efforts were doing anything for the man with the shark eating his arm.
"Tiger shark." A woman claimed with struggle. "We were transporting her for release into the wild. Truck jackknifed."
"Jaws!" Bobby yelled.
"Wrong type of shark, Cap." Kasey turned to look at him. "Jaws was a Great-White–" she trails off once she noticed the look of disbelief on her Captain's face. "Oh...right...right...get those Jaws...not –Jaws! Someone get this man some Jaws!" Kasey span on her heel to look at some of the 118 that stood behind her.
"I'm on it!" Eddie calls, running back to the fire truck to grab the piece of equipment the crew needed.
Kasey span around to look at the man who was in agony.
"Hey, at least you'll get a cool scar from this."
"Or no arm." Buck muttered as he made his way round to stand by Kasey's side, who gave him a quick glare.
"Or an arm with a cool scar."
"Are you sure you two are professionals?" The woman asked them through gritted teeth and the two younger firefighter looked down at the ground, lips pursed as they awaited their next instructions.
"How'd his arm get in there?" Chimney questioned, chewing on his gum as he hovered over the shark.
The man grunts and yells in pain. Kasey looks up from the ground and back at the incident at hand. "A really, really cool scar," she mumbles to herself.
"Diego was trying to get what water was left in our pump system. She can't breathe without it!" The man with the 'California Marine Life Centre' jacket told him, directing his eyesight to Diego – the man who had a shark attached to his arm – and Chimney who was just simply watching the sight.
"How much time does she have left?" Hen asked in concern.
"Minutes." The woman told her.
"Uh, do we wait that long or, just, you know..." Buck asked, raising the mechanic jaws up before being pushed back slightly by Bobby.
"No, no, don't kill her! She's come so far!" Diego grunted.
"All right, guys, we're gonna do this really carefully." Bobby told the crew. "All right, come on. Let's get in there."
"Can't we just put her to sleep for a little bit, then gently guide her grip off from Diego?" Kasey questioned Hen who began to shake her head.
"It's too risky." Was all Hen said, and Kasey took a step back to give the rest of her team room to use the Jaws. She felt helpless right now, but there wasn't much else she could do. If she even tried to stand nearer the group that kneeled by the shark, then she would just be in the way and could risk the whole plan.
So, she just stood a few steps back, her thumb and finger were pinching the bottom of her lip as she listened to Diego cries of agony gets mixed in with the sound of the Jaws. And ever so slowly, she watched the bloody arm that belonged to Diego get pulled out. It was covered in numerous bite marks, but Kasey knew that Diego would be happy that the shark and his arm would all be okay eventually.
And within a second of Bobby's next instruction, Kasey watched Chimney and a few others helped to lie Diego down on the stretcher. Kasey stared at the arm with wide eyes, and her fingers began to pinch her bottom lip more, and she wouldn't have cared or even noticed if it began to bleed, because the sight in front of her made her sick to the stomach – she heard incidents of stories of sharks, but she never knew she would see one of those stories right in front of her due to how rare they were – but here she was, watching a man who would rather live with one arm than let a shark die.
"Don't let her die," Diego begs. "Please."
Kasey turns around to face the fire truck, eyes narrowing at the sight where the hose was, and with a shake of her head she rushed off to grab the hose and dragged it all the way to where Bobby stood by the shark.
She wasn't going to let this shark die – Diego didn't want that – he didn't risk his entire arm for nothing.
And on a much softer setting that was similar to the pouring of a bucket, she sprayed the shark, keeping it hydrated with water whilst Bobby watched her. He watched her keep the shark alive, and he knew he had to help the shark in some other way too.
So with another order, a firefighter climbed in front of the steering wheel of the truck, whilst the other members of the team very gently bust speedily placed a harshness round the shark, and at the all clear, Kasey stopped her spraying and was replaced with the blue jacket man with his bucket. She hurriedly put the rope back before jumping into the truck, followed by Buck.
They drove off with the shark harnessed in front of them, and the crowd of people cheering them on the side.
And they drove towards the body of water they needed to be at, lowering the shark down quick into it, and everyone watched as the shark swam out of it harness and out to sea.
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"Kasey?" Bobby calls as he notices the youngest firefighter sitting on the bed she would sleep in if she ever did a full day shift. Her knees were pulled towards her chest, chin resting on top of it as she just sat in the dark. "Kasey? You're not on a full shift tonight."
"It's better than sleeping in my car again," Kasey mutters, not making one look at Bobby.
"You've been living in your car?" Bobby questioned, slowly making his way towards the girl. "Were you kicked out of your old place? Because if it's a place you needed, you know you're always welcomed–"
"No." Kasey utters, clearing her throat as she shakes her head. Her fingers moved to play with the end of her trousers. "I just can't go back there. I tried to, but every time I do, I end up in the shower, trying to wash off the blood that's not even there. Trying to wash off the feeling of him. I can't remember when I last slept either, cause that night still haunts me, no matter how many times I try to push it out of my mind; the thoughts, the sound, him, Bear...the pain....the smell...the blood... it all so haunts me."
Kasey brings her knees in closer for Bobby to sit down.
"Where is Bear now?"
"With Buck...He thinks I just wants a deeper clean of my house...which I do, but no matter how much I clean it, it still feels like it did on that night."
"Kasey," Bobby reaches forward to rub her knee.
"I'm just so terrified, Bobby. I'm always terrified. I act like I'm fine, but...but I'm scared. He knows everything, a-and that is so fucking scary." She rubs her palm over her eye as she begins to sob, and Bobby reached forwards to bring her into his arms, as if it he was creating a shield to protect her from everything. "Could you just take this pain away? It hurts, so much...help me." Her voice was so weak, so vulnerable.
Bobby was terrified too as he doesn't recall a time he has ever seen Kasey like this – she has always seemed as tough as a wall of bricks, that nothing could hurt her, but here she was, remembering that she was human and began to broke down in a man who she saw as a father.
Kasey was clutching Bobby's shoulder so hard, nails gripping in, palms steadily pushing against the clavicle, and Bobby began to wonder if it was possible for a human to break bones with their bare hands, if it was humanly possible that if they pushed hard enough his bones would snap.
Bobby didn't care though, he didn't care how many bones she may break of his, he didn't mind at all as she was the girl that he thought of as a daughter and she was crying, more like sobbing. She wouldn't stop.
Bobby believed that if she was sat in a hole in the ground then she be overflowing it by now. Her crying was deadly to hear, one of those cries that rips a heart out of one's chest, she cried as if she was in pain, and she was. She's always been in pain, suffering in the silence and this is one of the times where the bottle of emotions spilled within her, unleashing all these emotions she's been hiding from everyone.
It scared Bobby, it scared him as he has never seen Kasey like this, and he had no clue how to help her. But it was the silence that followed that scared him the most, just them two sitting in that room for three hours straight in pure silence. Bobby wished he knew what was going on in her head, but just like everyone else, he knew he wasn't as strong as Kasey.
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The best revenge is a life well lived
Character: Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz x male reader, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Frederico (OC) x male reader
Universe: 9-1-1
Warnings: None
„My god, you have surpassed yourself once again!“, Bobby, rather happily told you as he greedily stuffed his face full of the food you had brought with you.
„You know only the best for lifesavers and the people who keep me grounded here.“ Smiling softly at the older man. It got him to the point, where he had put down his fork, just to look back at you. But you could see the fight in his eyes, between giving you a tight hug or the food in front of him. „Don’t worry, eat. I won’t run away.“
He did not need another word, to indulge again in the magic of your food. If there would’ve been more space at the table, you had sat with them. You also could’ve sat on Eddie’s lap, but you did not feel comfortable enough in your relationship. Just together for six months, was not enough in your opinion to do this. Even though that you got already busted multiple times, making out like some teenagers.
In the end it was a gift, that you were still standing, as a loud knock could be heard. „Don’t worry guys, I look who it is!“, you told them with a bright smile and a sudden jump in your steps. Just happy to help them in any way. The last week was brutal for them. For the first time, they lost a person in a fire and everyone blamed themselves.
These things were the least you could do to help lift their spirits.
As you opened the door, where this person had loud so knocked on you saw a woman. Rather expensive clothes, obviously someone who took great care of themselves and seemed to have too much money laying around.
„Hello, my name is Shannon Diaz, I believe my husband is working here?“ The woman presented herself in a confident but quiet voice.
You, on the other hand, lost every color in your face. In the fracture of a second, you had lost all will to live, as you only heard her name. „You are Eddie’s wife?“ The question asked, almost sounded like a death certificate. Looking, like the grim reaper would get to you any moment. But the woman was oblivious to that.
With a smile, she responded, rather happily, „Who he is still talking about me? I hope only good things!“
„It's a matter of perspective, I'm afraid“ You did not even realize what you had said, until a moment after the fact, as you saw her smile falter. „I will get him, please wait here for a moment.“ Trying to be as friendly as you could.
Walking back upstairs with a heart as heavy as yours was almost impossible. Your entire world was crumbling around you.
„Eddie?“, you asked with a voice, slowly breaking as you saw the man looking up from his plate. Immediately he jumped up, seeing you as white as if you had seen a ghost.
„What happened, is everything okay?“, he asked concerned, trying to reach you, but you blocked him off. Which just made matters worse.
„Your wife is waiting outside.“ The concern in him subsided instantly, fear and uncertainty replaced it.
„Are you sure, Shannon is here?“ His voice sounded way more hopeful than you ever wanted it to, at saying his wife’s name or hearing that she is there. You were only able to nod your head. But he already could not see it. Too quickly, he wandered downstairs, leaving you heartbroken standing there, holding yourself at the railing.
From where you had to witness their entire encounter, from the short hug, her teary eyes, and Eddie, how he consoled her, even after everything she had done.
Their conversation was just about ten minutes of agony for you. Standing there, unable to move or look away. Even though you did not want to oppose on them. Just after Eddie had closed the door, he stood in front of it for a moment, before directly looking into your eyes. Again you wanted to look away, but now it was even worse than before. Heart hurting so badly, that you thought that you would die any moment now. The entire time, the rest of the squad sat at the table, unable to say or do anything on their own.
Not even when they finally saw Eddie again. That was until he asked for a moment in peace with you. They scrambled so fast, that you could’ve thought that they were never there, to begin with. All except for Bucky, who shot you a longing glance, asking you to call for him, if anything happens.
„What did your wife want?“, you asked him directly after Bucky had left you two alone.
„She asked me out for dinner.“
„Do you think she wants to be back together with you?“ A question you did not really want an answer to, but you would receive one, either way, you were sure of this.
„I think so. She is remorseful for what she had done to me and Christopher. Maybe she is finally ready to be a mother and wife. But I don’t know if she deserves another chance.“
You could’ve said anything to Eddie at this moment. Telling him how much you are in love with him. That he would do a poor choice to get this woman back into his life. But you didn’t. „If you think, that it would be the best choice to meet with her and maybe give her another choice, that would be fine.“
Even though you wanted to hold his cheek in your hand or kiss him to make it all go away, all this pain of choices on his face, you couldn’t.
„I think I will meet and hear her out. It’s the least I can do.“
Then and there you knew that your blooming relationship was doomed. With a last sad smile, you excused yourself. Directly walking out of the station, without talking to anyone.
They had questioned Eddie about your sudden leave, but he did not say anything.
For days, Bucky had harassed you, trying to find out what happened. Until he one day just stood in front of your door, with a six-pack and a rather large chocolate cake.
And then came the one thing you did not want to hear, „Eddie and Shannon try again.“ You did not know what happened after that. Only as you came back to yourself, you laid on your couch, Bucky, walking nervously up and down your apartment.
„What happened?“, you asked rather quietly, still with a thumping pain inside your head, as if you had drunk too much.
Instantly, Bucky kneeled beside you, keeping you laying down. „You lost consciousness after I told you the news I had. Hit your head pretty hard there. I feared that you had hurt you badly, but everything seemed in working order so, I just laid you here. Waiting if you would wake up or if I had to call an ambulance.“
It took you a moment to remember but as you did, tears were rolling down your face uncontrollably.
Bucky watched over you the entire evening and night. The longest you ever had. Your body just could not get any rest, too deep were your thoughts on your broken heart.
For weeks, you had to see, Eddie and his wife walking around the city, seemingly being everywhere where you went.
It got so bad that five weeks after they got back together, you decided to move back home. You let Bucky know a week after the fact. All your things are already back home. As you send him a picture and messages, of where you are and if he wants to, he could visit you. Even after making all the arrangements, you would not come back.
To say that Bucky was pissed off that you did not see any other option, but to leave the entire country, he told the others, except for Eddie.
The man not knowing what had happened, wondered, why everyone at work became frosty to him. Not talking to him at all, or helping if he asked for it. They only did what they were supposed to if they were on a mission.
One week, they could keep their anger inside of them, for a whole week. Until Eddie did the most horrendous error he could’ve made. „Where is (Y/N)? I haven’t seen him in a while.“
„Are you fucking serious?“ Bucky almost exploded as he heard Eddie talking about his best friend as if he was no one.
The other male was taken aback, by the aggression Bucky had shown immediately. „You broke his heart and no whining that he isn’t around anymore? Are you fucking serious?“
He got close to the other man’s space, almost nose to nose. Showing him that he was ready to fight him if necessary. „If you are so invested in his life, maybe you should’ve chosen him, over your wife, who had left you and your son for years. No instead you chose her over a perfect guy like (Y/N).“
„Are you jealous that he had chosen me over you?“, he attacked back. Not knowing about your shared history with Buck. „No, I know that I’m his type, but we decided that it would be better to stay friends because he deserved a better man. He waited for years until he finally found you. Everything he always wanted in a man. You were his firsts and still broke his heart, because of an undeserving woman, only because you have a child with her! I hope you are happy. None of us will most likely see him anymore, because of you!“
„What is going on in here?“, Bobby suddenly asked, as he came into the kitchen, where Bucky tipped Eddie a new one.
Without another look on his friend's face, Bucky took a paper out of his backpack. „My transfer papers, I can’t work with Eddie anymore.“ He instead turned to Bobby, anger, and disgust visible on both of their faces. Not long after, the rest of the station did the same. Only for Bobby going all of them back.
„Don’t worry, guys. You will not transfer anywhere.“ The older man could see Bucky almost explode then and there, but he put a hand on his shoulder. „I already put in a request for Eddie to transfer. From tomorrow on he will not work here anymore.“
As Eddie came back that day from work, he saw his wife playing with their son. „Was everything good at work today?“, she asked rather excitedly. Wanting to thank all of her husband's great coworkers he had told her so much about.
„I got transferred to another station. From tomorrow on will work somewhere else.“ He told his wife without a sign on his face, of any feelings. Also his inner were very different.
The next day, Shannon walked over to her husband's old workplace. Knocking impatiently at the door. Bucky was the lucky one to open. He rolled his eyes, before even speaking. „Does a building burns down? Or is there another emergency?“
„No, but-“ Before she could even finish her words, Bucky slammed the door in her face. She had no idea, that she burnt down not only a bridge but an entire building, that was slowly getting built up. Eddie never told her about him and you and never would.
But three years later, there was a sudden knock on the door of the station. Bucky lazily opened it, just to reveal you. His eyes widened and a girly-like scream left his throat as he pulled you into him, lifting you up the floor. „Oh my god, you are back!“, he screamed loudly, for everyone to hear. They scrambled to look and were even faster at your side, hugging you in a ball, because Bucky was not willing to let you go.
„Bucky, I can’t breathe!“ Out of a sudden, he let you go, almost letting you fall to the ground. „Thank you.“ His cheeks flamed up in embarrassment as you thanked him.
„Mi Amor?“, a male voice asked for you. It took the people inside a while until they could find the source, even though the man could not be overlooked.
„Family, that is Frederico, my husband of three years.“ To say they were shocked would be an understatement. „And this is our son, Sebastian Evan.“
„Evan?“, Bucky asked with teary eyes. „Yes, Sebastian after one of my husband's friends, and Evan after my best friend. You know that idiotic brute, that almost always got his ass handed to them in school if his best friend did not come to his aid?“ You jokingly bantered with Bucky. But he was too far away to really notice it.
You slowly took your son out of your husband's arms, walking over to Bucky. „Do you want to hold your godson?“ His eyes only widened further as he heard that. Tearing up with the little bundle of you in his arms. „Big Evan, meet little Evan.“
Soon after, your son opened his eyes, smiling up at Bucky, holding his grabby hands to him. „Do I need to be jealous, mi amor?“, your husband asked lowly into your ear.
„Don’t be ridiculous. Little Evan just sees in Bucky what I saw all those years in him, a great guy. And if you should die, I would most likely marry him, so no need to worry.“ For a moment you could see your husband stare at you in blank terror. Until he saw the mischievous glint in your eyes. You loved to rail him up.
„So you finally found your prince charming, son?“ Now it was on Bobby to finally become a part of the entire conversation. A slight red blush crossed your cheeks.
„Yes, actually literally.“ Immediately you could see there confused looks they gave you. „Frederico is really a prince. We met at a gala, where I went with my father. And afterward, I harassed him so much to go on a date with me, that he at some point relented. I pulled him off of his feet at the date, just as much as he did with me and we married two years later. Three months ago, we finally got our son.“
„Just let Eddie hear of this, he will explode in jealousy.“
„He already knows actually, we met him two days ago, as we moved into our new home. We went into the city, with little Evan here. As I split up from my husband and son, I met him and he told me that his wife had died and he realized what great of a mistake it was to let me go and all that good stuff. But as Frederico came and kissed my head, I could see his life draining out of him.“
Bobby could only chuckle at that one. „He got what he deserved.“
That was the point, where you saw a new guy, maybe early twenties. You went straight to him, introduced yourself, and asked him with the rest of the team to get to your house in the evening for a proper meal. To come home again, was the best idea you ever had.
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make-me-imagine · 5 months
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Plot: You and Lou search through a corn maze for evidence, successfully getting lost. What makes the situation worse, is the sky is getting darker, and you swear you're not alone.
Pairing: Lou Ransone & Partner/Best Friend!Reader
Request: 'Getting lost in a corn maze' + "Are you scared?" "No" "Then why are you holding onto me?" & "If you get scared you can hold my hand." "How about I hit you instead?"
Requested By: @will-grammer
Warnings: References to death, murder, etc.
Words: ~1.1k
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Standing with your hands on your hips, you let out a soft sigh and shook your head. "How the hell are we supposed to find anything in there?"
You looked out at the tall corn maze ahead of you. The whole area had been shut down due to a body being found, the third in a week, all supposedly from the same suspect.
Lou stood beside you with a similar stance, "We're stuck. We need something on this guy."
"And you think we're gonna find it in there?" You side-eyed him and he shrugged.
"We got nothing else." As he stepped towards the entrance to the maze he waved his hand, "Come on."
You let out a sigh as you followed him into the maze, immediately focusing as you looked carefully down every path and into the corn, hoping you'd find anything. A weapon, blood, evidence. Something that could point you to the guy behind these murders.
As the two of you slowly made your way though the maze, you collected a few fibers, fully aware they were probably from various civilians who had come through the maze in previous days. You were grasping at straws, desperate to end this case.
Looking up, you noted the darkening sky, checking your phone you sighed. "Why didn't we come earlier in the day? We wont be able to see anything soon."
"Good question."He chuckled.
Hearing a shuffling sound nearby your head shot towards the sound. You stared in between the corn stalks, seeing nothing.
"God this place is creepy." You muttered and you heard Lou chuckle.
"You sure we're the only ones here?" You asked after a few minutes, still hearing noises throughout the corn maze.
"The whole site's closed off." He replied casually as he turned on his flashlight, the sky having become dark enough it was growing harder to see.
Your heart was beating heavily as adrenaline was rushing through you. Something was telling you there was something else in the corn maze. But you tried to convince yourself it was just your overactive imagination.
"Shouldn't we be out by now?" You asked, growing antsy.
You had been wandering through the maze for over an hour, having given up on searching for evidence when it grew too dark.
"We're close." He said simply, but you could since reservation in his tone.
You paused, staring at the back of his head, seeing him trying to peer over the corn stalks. He was tall enough to see over them, but the dark surrounding you made it hard to locate the exit.
"Are we lost?" You asked after hearing him let out a soft sigh.
"No."
"Are you sure."
He stopped as he turned to look back at you. "...No"
You groaned as you leaned back your head.
Walking down a coupe more paths, Lou spotted a hay bale. Standing up on it he peered around.
"There's a scarecrow nearby, we must be in the middle." Shining his light around he nodded his head, "The exit is that way, I can see the farm."
"At least your height is useful for something." You mumbled and he grinned as he climbed back down.
As you stalked your way trough the maze, you continued to hear various noises within the corn stalks. And you couldn't help the feeling as though you were being watched.
Without realizing you had gotten close to Lou, your hand was now holding onto his jacket as your eyes darted around in paranoia.
Lou glanced down at you and grinned. He cleared his throat softly.
"Are you scared??"
You glanced over at him before replied, your voice much less confident than you intended. "No."
"Then why are you holding onto me?" There was amusement obvious in his tone.
You looked over at him before realizing you were in fact holding onto him.
You quickly let go before rolling your eyes, wanting to avoid the teasing. "Shut up."
He chuckled as he leaned down a bit and obvious teasing grin on his face you could see even in the darkness.
"If you get scared you can hold my hand."
"How about I hit you instead?" You replied quickly, making him laugh.
As you began down another path, you both heard a thudding noise around the corner, causing you both to stop in your tracks. You saw Lou's hand rest on the hilt of his gun as precaution as you both slowly turned the corner.
You weren't sure if you were relieved or not to find the only thing being the tall looming scarecrow.
You made an audible noise in discomfort as you bot approached it. "Why does it have to be so creepy?"
"To scare the kids." He mumbled and you snorted a bit.
"It would definitely work on me."
As Lou climbed up on another hay bale to find the way out, you stared wearily at he Scarecrow. You weren't sure what had made the thudding noise before, but it had to the scarecrow somehow. Maybe the pole it was on was not sturdy. Grabbing it and shaking it softly, you realized it was firmly in place.
You hummed under your breath in uncertainty as Lou walked back over to you. "I figured out the path to get out, come on."
After another ten minutes and a few bickering comments you finally made it out of the maze.
You let out a groan of relief. "I'm never forgiving you for that by the way." You peered over at him and he chuckled.
"Understandable. This was definitely not one of my best ideas."
Looking back at the corn maze, you could make out the scarecrow in the moonlight and you felt your body stiffen.
"Wasn't...the scarecrow facing the other way?"
Lou looked back at the scarecrow and thought for a few moments. "Yeah, it was facing the entrance."
"How did it move? I checked the pole it's on after we heard that noise that thing was firmly in place."
You and Lou shared a look of uncertainty before peering back at the scarecrow. A mutual shiver ran up both your spines before you shook your head.
"If you want to find anymore evidence in that maze, you better send someone else."
Lou nodded his head, "Let's go."
You followed his lead, more than ready to leave the creepy farm and the scarecrow behind. Sparing another look back at the scarecrow, you felt your blood run cold.
You weren't sure if it was now your eyes and brain playing tricks on you, but you swore you saw it look at you.
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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 months
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Any suggestions for writer's block? I just started writing a Charlie Weasley story and whenever I thought of it it felt so cool but as soon as I started writing it it was horrible 😂 and now I hate it but I don't want to delete it because maybe I'm just cranky and I'll like it or I can fix it later so idk what to do 😂😂😂😂
send me some DIALOGUES? or ask for some PREVIEWS?
this has helped in the past so idk maybe? you can see all of my WIPs here and you can ask for dialogues from any of these lovable goofballs! Thank you 😊😊
(I'd love some post-Azkaban Sirius Black but really just anyone)
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annemiek19 · 1 year
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Shot - Evan Buckley
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Having a firefighter as a boyfriend and your brother being a firefighter came with a lot of stress. Today was supposed to be a day to get that stress away from you. You were on shift with the two firefighters to see what they were doing all day and how things were happening on calls. What you didn’t know was that today was going to cause you more stress then ever. 
You were standing right outside of a house where the team rescued a kid from his mother who was poisoning him. 
“That kid is lucky he met you,” Buck said to Eddie. 
“I’m just glad we could help. It could’ve ended very bad.”
You were standing next to Buck. “It’s amazing how you do it. It goes so natural for you all. Besides, you look very good in that uniform,” you said to Buck with a smile on your face. 
“Gross. I don’t have to hear how my sister likes our uniforms,” Eddie said with disgust. 
You and Buck laughed about it. That was the moment it happened. You heard the shot before it hit someone. Your laughter got caught off. Before you could react, Buck fell to the ground. People were running away in fear. You stood frozen looking at Buck. Everything around you was moving in slowmotion. 
“Y/N, get down!” Eddie yelled. He rushed towards you and pulled you to the side behind a fire truck. Another bullet hit the truck, just a few inches away from you. Buck was still laying on the street, bleeding out. You saw Buck moving. You looked him right in the eyes, and you saw the light going out in his eyes. You wanted to scream, yell at Eddie to do something, but nothing was coming out of your mouth. All you could do was lay down in total shock.
It happend so fast. Eddie crawled underneath the firetruck to get to Buck and dragged him to safety. They loaded him into the firetruck. Eddie helped you up from the ground, into the firetruck as well. With loud sirens the truck started to move. You couldn’t take your eyes off Buck. Eddie and another firefighter were working on stopping the bleeding. You couldn’t move. 
“Are you okay?” Buck asked Eddie. 
“Yes.”
“Y/n…”
“She’s okay. It’s not her blood. She’s in shock.”
Somehow you made it to the waiting room. You had no idea how you got there. You were wearing a different shirt, and Eddie was sitting in front of you. You could see his lips moving, but you didn’t hear anything. You just stared at him. 
“She was standing next to Buck?” Hen asked.
“Yes. That bullet could’ve hit her,” Eddie said as he was cleaning the blood off his sisters face. She was covered in the blood of her boyfriend. She hasn’t made a sound since the incident. She barely moved.
“But nobody else was shot?” Bobby asked. 
Eddie shook his head. 
“There has been another shooting. Another firefighter has been shot,” Athena said as she walked to the group of firefighters. 
“Are they targeting firefighters?” Chimney asked.
“Looks like it. I have to get out here. Keep me updated about Buck.” Athena kissed Bobby before walking away.
Eddie stood up and took a step away from you. “Hen, I’m worried about her,” he whispered. 
“The doctor checked her out, didn’t they?”
“Yeah, said she was okay, but she doesn’t look okay. She is as pale as a ghost. She hasn’t’t moved and hasn’t said anything. She didn’t even cry or scream or whatever. It’s just that blank stare.”
“She saw her boyfriend getting shot, Eddie. She is in shock. Her mind is probably moving miles per hour, processing what she witnessed.”
Eddie sighed. He sat next to you and wrapped his arm around you, letting you know that he was there. He pulled her closer. It took a few moments before you completely broke down. Load sobs filled the room. Eddie pulled you on his lap, just like he did when you were younger and you were upset. You hurried your face in his neck ad cried until there was nothing left. Eddie kept repeating that everything was going to be okay, his heart shattering because of the cries of his sister. 
After you cried, you fell asleep in Eddie his arms. You knew you were safe there. It took a while for the team to get some news about Buck. But finally they heard that he was okay and that he was going to be okay. You and Eddie where the only ones who could be able to see him for now. After Eddie woke you up, you went to see Buck. Eddie waited outside. Buck was hooked up to all kinds of machines. His right arm was in a sling. You stood frozen for a moment. When you met Bucks gaze, you could only whisper. “Can you move over? Only if it doesn’t hurt too much.”
He did what you asked without even saying anything. You kicked off your shoes and climbed into his bed, laying your head on his good shoulder. You grabbed his hand and the two of you just laid there in silence. You had no idea what to say. Your mind kept replaying what happened and it made you stick to your stomach every time. When you closed your eyes, it only got worse. 
“I’m glad you’re okay,” Buck whispered. 
“I’m glad you’re okay too,” your voice cracked. 
Buck placed a kiss on your forehead. “We are okay. I’m going to be just fine. The doctors fixed me up really nice.”
“You could’ve died.”
“We both could’ve. I’m just glad that bullet hit me, and not you.”
“Don’t say that.” Your voice was only a whisper.
“But it’s true. I’d rather be here, then watching you lay in this bed.”
“It’s just not fair. Why you? What did you do wrong?”
“None of this is fair, but we’re going to be okay Y/N. We’re going to be okay. Eddie is okay, you’re okay and I’m okay.”
Eddie… You looked at the window, but he wasn’t there anymore. “The entire team is here, Buck,” you tried to change the subject. 
“I can’t wait to see them.”
You sighed, snuggling closer to Buck. 
He placed another kiss on your forehead. “We’re okay.”
“We’re okay,” you repeated.
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themadhalewrites · 2 years
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Just Fall In Love
Fandom: 9-1-1
Character/s Included: Maddy Buckley, Evan Buckley, Josh Russo and Reader
Word Count: 155
Glass of wine in hand Maddie sat on Buck’s couch like she does every week to vent about her two co-workers that were hopelessly in love with each other.
“This week was full of tension between them, especially on Thursday during the blackout” Maddie sighed before taking a sip of her wine.
Putting his beer bottle on the coffee table Buck responded, “more so then the earthquake?”
“About the same, Josh checked on Y/N after every call and kept an eye on her even though it was just a blackout.”
“What about Y/N? How was she during all this?”
“She focused on work but between calls she would either look at Josh and look away when he looked at her or daydreaming about god knows what.”
“Probably daydreaming her life with Josh.”
Highly likely.” Maddie took a breath before sighing out, “Gosh they just need to admit they love each other and fall in love.”
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