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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Safe and Sound

Prompts: “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” + 'A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay' Requested by: Anon & @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Warnings: Mention of violence, mild injury description, bruises, assault with a bat - nothing graphic

Words: 884 - short and sweet

When Buck saw Athena walk into the fire station by herself, he immediately knew something was wrong. You two were planning to come in together, to have dinner with the crew.

Walking up to Athena and Bobby, Buck felt a nervous knot in his stomach. "Hey Athena, where's Y/n?"

Facing him full on, Athena took a breath. "Now don't go worrying your big head into a panic. But-"

"But?" His heart started pounding. Too late, the panic started.

"On a call today, Y/n got hurt. I dropped them off at the hospital, it didn't look too bad, but they might keep Y/n over night."

Buck's eyes flicked between Athena and Bobby as his heart started pounding. "What happened?"

She let out a sigh. "Some drunk bastard with a baseball bat."

"Baseball bat?!"

"Buck, calm down. Just relax." Bobby began as he put his hands on Buck's shoulders. "We have plenty of crew in the house today to cover if a call comes in, go ahead and head to the hospital okay?"

Buck nodded, unable to speak as he ran out of the station. The whole drive was spent in nervous silence as his fingers impatiently tapped the steering wheel.

Rushing into the hospital and up to the desk, he inquired after you with rushed words.

"Oh they checked out."

"Checked out?"

"Yes, about twenty minutes ago. There was no need for them to stay over night."

"Oh, good, okay. Uh, thank you." Hastening out of the hospital, he began to drive to your apartment.

Slipping in through the door, he looked around, seeing your discarded shoes and bag, but you no where in sight, he called out. "Y/n? You here?!"

Only a second of silence passed before a response came. "Bedroom!" He felt the knot in his stomach recede at the sound of your voice.

Slowly opening the door, he peaked in, seeing you lying in the bed. You smiled at him, but it faltered when you saw the worried and shocked look on his face.

"Don't worry, it looks worse than it is."

Buck quickened to the bed as he looked over your face. You had a small cut on your lip, and a large bruise on your cheek bone. "Athena said some guy attacked you with a bat?"

"Yeah, he only got one hit in with the bat, bruised some ribs, but it's alright."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled off the covers, and you allowed him to lift your shirt. You saw him wince as he looked over the developing bruise along your side. You set your hand on his arm. "It's alright, it doesn't hurt too much."

He gave you a look that told you he didn't believe you, seeing right through the lie. "Yeah well it will hurt more later on, and I don't care how tough you are. Maybe I should take the day off tomorrow"

You smiled but shook your head. "There's no need Buck, I'm alright, I promise."

He let out a sigh as he pulled your shirt back own, his fingers playing with the hem. Even if you said h didn't need too, he already decided to ask Bobby or the day off.

His brow furrowed before a small smile played on his lips. "Is this my shirt?" He asked tugging lightly on it.

You look down at the shirt and smiled. "You mean our shirt?"

He let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, it's ours now is it?"

"Anything you leave at my place automatically becomes a shared possession. Same as the stuff I left at yours. Feel free to wear my clothes any time."

He laughed. "I don't think I could look nearly as good in them, as you look in mine." Leaning forward he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face. "You left the firehouse as soon as Athena showed up alone didn't you?"

He smiled and nodded. You sighed dramatically, laying your head back. "And I was so hoping you'd bring me some food back."

Buck's eyes widened a bit as he began to stand. "Do you want some? I can go back and get some if you want."

You let out a laugh as you grabbed his arm, pulling him back down, wincing a bit from the motion. "No, I'm kidding. Just stay. That's what I want." He smiled at you, taking your hand in his. "And maybe some order out." You added on with a grin.

He chuckled. "Anything you want."

"In a while though. Come here." You pulled him towards you, pressing a kiss to his lips, before you moved over in the bed.

As he lied down next to you, you laid your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your head.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asked softly.

You nodded your head. "Yes. I'm more than alright now that you are here." You nestled your head into his neck and closed your eyes.

Leaning his head on top of yours, he pulled you a little closer, careful to not hurt you. Closing his eyes, he breathed in your familiar scent, settling his nerves, reining himself that you were safe and sound in his arms.

xx End xx

Short and sweet, hope you liked it!

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thebaileybugle · 2 years

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Helpless

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Warning(s): None (not proofread nor edited)

Request: Yes - Please request? Write an Evan Buckely fic where hes too scared to confess to reader - Anon

A/N: The anon didn’t specify a gender for the reader so I wrote it as gender neutral. I strictly told myself I wouldn’t write for Buck since I’m not attracted to him but the idea was just too cute- but no more 😤 (maybe)

Hope you enjoy 😉

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For a solid 5 minutes Hen, Eddie, Chim, and Bobby have been watching Buck coo at you as you washed down one of the fire engines below the deck. To say they were sick of you two non subtly flirting or stealing glances and touches was an understatement.

“Buck you can’t keep doing this.” The familiar voice of the said man’s Fire captain spoke. Buck just slightly from surprise but gained his composure and scoffed.

“Doing what? I- I’m simply leaning on the rail to look at the firehouse. There’s nothing wrong with tha-.”

“You’ve been staring down at Y/N while smiling like an idiot.” Chim chimed in from his seat at the dinner table as he snacked on some celery and peanut butter.

“No I-“ Eddie raised a brow and folded his arms over his chest. “Fine, yeah, I was looking at them with a puppy dog smile, but what else can I do?!”

Hen who’s walking by scoffed. “Grow a pair and ask them out before someone else does.” Her answer is followed by a string of agreements from his co-workers.

“But I, I can’t.”

“Why Buck? You like them, act even more of a fool when they’re around, have the most sickening lovesick smile whenever they smile- you’re in deep.” Bobby commented as he came from the kitchen area while drying his hand on a cloth. Another stream of agreements following.

“Not to mention the fact that you haven’t had a date nor flirted with anyone else since they transferred here.”

“Oh! And you almost fought Cap when they were taking a bit too long to get out of that one burning house and you wanted to go get them.”

“I was concerned for a teammate.”

“Deny, deny, deny…” Chim dragged out before taking another bite of celery.

“You can deny all you want Buck, but proof says you’re in love, we all see that they return the feelings- what are you scared for?”

“They know my history with relationships! I mean everyone knows about my first time on call.”

“Oh yeah the snake lady- terrible choice.” Chim hummed.

“Yeah. Then the Abby thing.” Everyone including Buck cringed at the memory. “I just don’t have a good grasp on relationships.”

“Maybe Y/N can help you with that.” Bobby proposed.

“I’d love that.” Buck’s words slipped out before he could catch them.

The group in front of him looked at each other and shake their heads.

You, however, were smiling wider than ever as you heard the entire conversation from your spot by the stairs.

Of course you batted an eye at the Blonde firefighter, he was cute- very stubborn- but still cute. Not that you’d let anyone else know that… besides Hen and Chim who figured it out as soon as you swooned.

Before anything else was said the DSU sounded and filled the firehouse alerting everyone of a new call. With that everyone went into auto pilot mode and got to work.

But mark their words, nothing will stop your friends from getting you two oblivious firefighters together!

#evan buckley x reader #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #911 #evan buckley x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #gn reader

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millie-multifics · 22 days

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……Mamma Mia?

Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

When your friend cancels plans last minute, your sweet boyfriend steps up.

Featuring: Soft Boyfriend Buck and Mammia Mia

Masterlist

x x x

Your phone tightened in your grip and you withheld your sigh of disappointment. You had this night planned for weeks, but your friend was calling to cancel merely an hour before you were set to pick them up.

“No worries, take care.” You hid your disappointment behind a smile as you finished up the call. Your boyfriend, Buck immediately sensed something was wrong.

“Everything okay?” Even from the kitchen, he could hear the slight variations in your tone that was hiding your crushed excitement.

You sighed, kicking off your shoes. “Tonight just got cancelled.”

“But you’ve been looking forward to this for weeks? And you spent so much time getting those tickets and choosing an outfit.”

You pulled the throw pillow onto your lap as you sat on the couch, picking at a loose thread, remembering all of the nights looking through ticket websites and multiple weekends spent combing through thrift stores in L.A.

“I’ll go with you.” Buck offered, the sadness you were emitting was simply too much for your sweet boyfriend to bare. It didn’t matter to him that musicals were not his thing and he would have to sit through two, or that he had just gotten off shift and was simply exhausted. The only thing that mattered to him right now was your happiness.

“Really?”

“It’ll be fun.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.

“So it’s a musical about paternity?”

“It follows Sophie, she is getting married and trying to decipher which of the three men her mom had written about in her diary is her real father.”

“How does Abba fit into all this?”

“If you’re looking for the logic or correlation between Abba and the story, you won’t find any except that some of the group were the creators of the musical.”

“Does she find out who her real father is?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, babe.”

Buck continued to scroll through the Wikipedia page. “Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again?”

“The second film. It takes place a few years later, dynamics have changed and Cher is in it.”

The popcorn bucket rested on your lap, your fingers idly reaching in for the next popped kernal thoughout the film. Buck had also been indulging in the buttery goodness but it had been a moment since his fingers brushed yours in the bucket. You pull your eyes off the screen expecting to find him asleep but found the opposite, his eyes were glued to the screen as Meryl Streep sang Slipping Through My Fingers. You swore you could see his tears glistening in his eyes at the beautiful song.

The second film began and Buck quickly questioned the absence of Meryl Streep just as everyone did the first time it had been watched. He would whisper in your ear as quiet as possible for explanations on small continuity errors but you assured him none would effect the storyline much. You could feel Buck squeeze your hand just a little bit tighter as Sky returned to Kalokairi, and he was sniffling along with the rest of the Theatre during the christening scene.

“So what did you think?” You asked as the lights turned on while the credits rolled.

“I can definitely see why these are your comfort movies.”

“Thank you for coming with me, Evan.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling into him as much as possible with the chairs cupholders between you.

“Anytime.”

Buck didn’t regret volunteering at all despite how his tiredness from shift weighed on him. The theatre was packed with fans who were just as enthusiastic as you and he adored watching you glow each time you received a compliment on your well planned outfit. Maybe, just maybe he enjoyed the movies too.

You think you can definitely hear him humming S.O.S in the kitchen the next morning.

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midnightstar-90 · 1 year

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Nightmares

Eddie Diaz x GN! Reader

Taglist | Request | Wattpad

Main Masterlist | 9-1-1 Masterlist

Summary: Nightmares have never been a good thing, especially for Eddie.

Warnings: Mentions of Death

A/N: I wrote this before the most recent episode (Shh! No spoilers), so… But if I knew I would have wrote it in. Maybe in a rewrite.

Words: 1.2k words

It was about 11 o’clock at night when I was awakened by my phone. I didn’t know who could be calling me at this hour, especially when everyone knows I have a deposition for a very big case tomorrow. I leaned over, grabbing my phone off the nightstand.

This must be important. I didn’t even think to look at who called before answering. “Hello,” I spoke into the phone, my voice still groggy from just waking up.

“Y/N? It’s dad,” I heard Christopher say through the phone. I quickly sat up after hearing his words.

“What’s wrong with your dad, Chris?” I asked in a slight panic.

“There are crashing sounds coming from his room, and-“ Christopher was cut off by a loud scream coming from somewhere in the background. “-and he keeps yelling like that. He locked his door, and I can’t get in.”

I moved out of my bed and quickly changed into some clothes. I was putting on my pants, with my phone sitting between my shoulder and ear, as I started to speak again. “Okay, Chris. I want you to go to your room and stay there. I’ll be there soon,” I said calmly.

“Okay,” I heard Chris say back, through the phone. And with that, the phone went silent, for a second before I heard a door close. I now knew Christopher was in his room, safe from whatever his father had going on. “Please hurry, Y/N.”

I grabbed my keys and left the house. “I know. I am,” I spoke, getting in my car. “I’m on my way.”I heard a slight “okay” before Chris hung up the phone.

10 minutes was all it took for me to make it to the Diaz house. I quickly turned off the car and ran to the front door. Using my key, I opened their door and made my way in.

As I walked through the house, I walked past Christopher’s room, finding Christopher with his head sticking out. “Go back in your room, Chris. Let me calm your dad down, and I’ll be back to put you back to bed.” I placed a kiss on his forehead and made my way to Eddie’s door.

Before I could knock, a scream was heard from the inside, along with a loud crash. I placed my fist against the door and knocked. “Eddie?” I asked in a motherly voice. It was silent.

I tried the door, but it was locked, so I knocked again. “Eddie, open the door.” Once again it was silent. That was, until the sound of a lock unlocking was heard. I took a second before going to open the door again.

When the door opened, allowing me in, I walked into the room, and the sound of someone sobbing was heard. I maneuvered my way through the room before finding Eddie sitting against his dresser with his chest to his knees and his face rested in his arms. I walked over to Eddie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said through his tears.

I slowly rubbed his back to comfort him. “What happened?” I asked.

Eddie was quiet for a second before he began speaking. “You all we’re dead,” he said softly, choking on his sobs.

“Who?”

“My friends, family… you,” he mumbled. He looked up at me with tears running down his face. I suddenly felt myself begin to tear up as I listened to Eddie speak. “The most important people in my life, gone. And this isn’t the first time.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, looking at Eddie, curious by what he meant.

“I mean that before I would have dreams of losing someone, but now my dream was of everyone. We were all having dinner together when the building collapsed… I was the only one to make it out.” He paused.

I patted his back again, allowing him to let it all out. I looked at Eddie with a sad smile as he stared down at the floor. “Everyone else was gone, and there was nothing I could do,” he said a little louder.

I waited a second before saying, “Well, that was all a dream. I’m here. Chris’ in the other room. And all of your friends will be there when you get back to work. You’re not losing us.”

“Well, what if I do? What if I lose you like I lost my friends in combat?”

Now I knew what this was about. He wasn’t just having dreams about us, but about them too. The people who he fought with. The ones who had his back when he was in war. I didn’t know much about Eddie’s war life, but I knew that he found family within those people like he did me and the 118. So, I could understand why this is so hard for him.

“You won’t loose us. We will always be with you, whether it’s physically or here,” I said, pointing to Eddie’s chest, where his heart was. He sniffled, and his sobs began to slow.

“Come on. Let’s get off the floor and into the bed,” I said, helping Eddie up. We slowly moved towards the bed.

As Eddie laid down on his pillow, I began to notice something shimmering, in my peripheral vision, under the glow of his lamp. I turn and see a photo frame on the floor with broken glass surrounding it. I walked over to the broken frame, bent down, and picked it up. It was a photo of Eddie, Chris, and I at the park. The photo had a white scratch through the middle, maybe from when it fell, and the glass broke. But that didn’t stop the smile that went across my face.

“Y/N?” I heard from behind me. I turned back to Eddie. He was looking up at me with pleading brown eyes. It was almost like looking at a sad puppy. “Don’t leave,” he said. I once again gave him a sad smile before setting the photo down on the dresser and getting in the bed with him.

We laid in his bed together. I held him with his back to my chest. My arm laid across Eddie’s side and our legs were intertwined with each other’s.

A knock at the door made Eddie and I turn to find Chris standing in the door frame. “Dad, are you okay?” He asked, earning a smile from Eddie. He groans, shifting under my hold. “Yeah, Buddy. I’m okay, now.” I smile as I watch the small interaction between the two. “Can I sleep with you guys, tonight?” Chris asked. With a chuckle Eddie and I responded with an “Of course, bub.” and “Yeah. Sure you can.”

Christopher was ecstatic. He tried his best to speed walk over to the bed, and when he finally made it towards us, he got in, curling up under Eddie. I turned around so that I could lean over to turn off the light and got comfortable once more, holding Eddie in my arms. The thought of us all together made me smile. And hopefully, this makes Eddie realize that we do love him, and that we would never leave his side.

“I love you, dad,” Christopher said, sleepily.

“I love you too, bud.”

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thelvrsera · 2 months

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WRITERS BLOCK? YES.

send in requests so I can get an idea on what to write, I’m stuck on a fic and I have to post my new directory and works in progress list

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redocity · 21 days

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Buck as the eternal playboy but folding the second the reader hits on him back? Maybe corner him against a wall for funsies >:)

THE LONG GAME — E.BUCKLEY

flirting between friends was always fun, but sometimes it borders something that is definitely not platonic, and once that line is crossed, buck’s not sure he wants to go back to what you had before.

WARNINGS: 16+ for suggestiveness, alcohol, lots of flirting, chimney being a cockblock rip, buck is so sexually frustrated rip

evan buckley x gn!reader || ???? || 3.1k || requests open!

a/n: not me giggling over my own writing, how sad is that-

₊ ⊹ masterlist!!

Arguably the best part about your job was being able to celebrate a job well done.

That feeling of accomplishment after getting through a really tough call with nothing but a positive outcome.

The team never went half-assed on the celebrations, and you’re sure that the bar you all frequent post-shift knows you all by name by now from how often you all abandon your nights to spend an extra few hours in each other’s company.

That was another thing you loved about your job. The team. Your family.

You could spend 24 straight hours with them and they’d still make an excuse to spend a few more with everyone.

Today was no different. You rolled up to the bar in a tight-circle, eerily resembling the professional attitude you had to display during your work hours, one not yet shed considering it’d only been three-quarters of an hour since your shift ended.

You knew it wouldn’t last long, you’d all be too drunk to care about professionalism soon enough. Well except Bobby anyway.

You barely had time to walk through the front doors before Buck was running up to the bar to order everyone a round of drinks, a confident smirk etched on his face that only grew as the local news recounted the story of one of they day’s earlier calls with civilian footage.

“I wonder who that is,” He nudges your side as you walk over, cockiness washing all over his face as he nods up towards the TV hanging up by the ceiling. “They look pretty badass,”

You give him an almost dismissive hum as you pick up one of the glasses from the cluster to take a sip of the craft beer filling it. “I wonder,”

“Oh come on, you’re all over the news,” He gives you another small nudge. “You’re practically famous right now,”

He leans in towards you to talk over the music, reaching over to grab a pint glass of his own and clinking it animatedly against yours before taking a swig from it.

“He’s right you know,” Hen gives you nudge herself, joined by an enthusiastic thumbs up from Chimney behind her. “Own it,”

“Right? you pulled a whole superhero move,” Buck motions up towards the news broadcast again, where they are still replaying a clip of you kicking through a pane of reinforced glass on a high-rise from on top of the roof as an alternative method of entry to the collapsed stairwell on the inside.

“Sounds like you’re projecting Buckley, jealous?” You raise your eyebrow with an air of amusement as you take another swig from your glass.

“Absolutely not, in fact, I’m the opposite of jealous right now,” He leans in towards you again so that your shoulders brush together. “It was hot,”

“Okay horndog,” You roll your eyes at his comment, pushing away his face with the palm of your hand pressed to his forehead. “Keep it in your pants will you?”

He does nothing but laugh at the way you scold him, allowing you your personal space as he sits up straight once more.

Buck’s ability to flirt his way through any situation was honestly mildly impressive, how he managed to twist any situation into having a sensual undertone no matter what it was.

Last week it was Eddie carrying a sandbag into the station gym. The week before that it was the fact that Hen had cut a slice of lasagna for him instead of him doing it himself.

And apparently this week’s target was you. For jumping off a roof and shattering a glass window with your feet.

You’d question his taste if you didn’t know he was joking.

Although as the night went on and the table became increasingly cluttered with empty glasses, you started to question whether it was actually a joke.

Whether it was some quirk of his personality, or something more serious.

They say that drunk words are sober thoughts right? And Buck was definitely drunk and definitely spouting some choice words right now.

He whistles as you pot one of the striped balls on the pool table, his competitiveness all but disappeared underneath the haze that his alcohol consumption had laid over his brain. “Skilled with your feet and your hands? You’re just about every guy’s dream,”

He leans across the pool table to aim his shot, pool cue horribly aimed to the point where the cue ball barely skims the solid red ball he was aiming for. “Probably every girl’s dream too actually,”

“Instead of trying to kiss my ass, maybe you should focus on actually playing the game,” You genuinely can’t tell by this point whether his poor skills were an effect of the alcohol running through his system or if he was doing it on purpose just to get under your skin.

If there was one thing you did, it was play fair, and that included not letting your opponent give you an easy win.

“Oh how I would love to kiss that ass,” He makes an exaggerated show of leaning backwards to get a clear view, giving you another short whistle as you lean over the table to line up your next shot.

“Win the game and maybe i’ll let you,”

You swear you can see the moment his mind fractures, enunciated by another striped ball falling into one of the pockets and you lining up another shot.

He’s like a robot doing a hard reset, his eyes staring blankly at you like he physically cannot comprehend that you’d actually say something like that.

You don’t make your next shot, though whether by distraction from Buck’s eyes on the side of your face or your own drunken mistake you’re not entirely sure. Either way, when you straighten up to stand again, Buck hasn’t moved an inch.

“Go on, your turn,” You tap the side of his arm with your pool cue, amusement washing over your features as you watch him physically jolt from the contact and shake his head as if to physically shake off what you’d said to him.

Who knew such a casanova would get so flustered when someone played along with his little flirting game.

He ended up losing of course, you were far too much ahead for him to have a chance of catching up before you potted the eight ball and took the game, and you could swear there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and not because of the four solid colour balls still left on the table.

He didn’t even glance at them.

No, instead he kept his eyes firmly locked on you as you gloated your win.

“Now that is something to celebrate,” You lay your cue on the table with a victorious smirk. “Better luck next time I suppose,”

Your cockiness continues to flourish as you pot the remaining balls into the pockets and take Buck’s pool cue from him to lay it next to yours. “So what’s my reward then?”

”I- What?” He blinks at you a few times, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as his mind tries to catch up to the conversation.

“Well we laid out what would happen if you won, so what do I get for actually winning?” You tilt your head to the side as you take a step towards him, arms crossed over your chest with your eyebrow raised. “Surely I deserve to be rewarded, no?”

“I can uh…I can buy you a drink…” Buck pursed his lips together, dry swallowing as he leant backwards against the pool table upon your approach. He honestly didn’t know what was coming over him. Why was he so ruffled under the collar about this?

This was his prime domain, so why was it the second that you mirrored his interest he shut down and started backtracking on himself like a highschooler?

“I think we’ve had enough drinks don’t you?” You take another step forward as he sits on the edge of the table, essentially boxing him in despite there being very easy escape points at both his right and his left. “Besides, I want to be sober enough to remember this tomorrow,”

What on earth did you mean by that?

God he felt pathetic right now, a 6’2, 220lbs man being boxed in against a pool table of all things by one of his extremely attractive coworkers because you’d had a sudden streak of confidence and decided to flip his advances back on himself.

“Uh…” He gives a small, half awkward chuckle as his eyes flicker to consciously remain focused on your own eyes and not fall downwards. He knew the uniforms were tight but god did he not notice how tight they were until he was having to physically restrain himself from looking further down. “Right well- uh- what do you want then..?”

Buck watched as your eyes left his to flicker downwards, not so far down that you were staring at his chest, but just far down enough that he could tell you had your attention on a part of his face that was not his eyes.

He’d blame the bright red of his cheeks on the drinks if you asked about it, but you seem far too enamoured by the way he nervously purses and bites his lips under your gaze to even so much as glance at anything else.

“You know what I want..?” You break your staring to meet his eyes again, although you still make the time to turn your eyes down to his mouth again during the breaks between words.

He swears you’re leaning in with every word, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t leaning in himself, a sharp, stuttered breath escaping his lips as you get close enough so your breath fans across his cheeks. “I think so…”

You give a small hum at his answer, lips quirking into a smile as you narrow your gaze and tilt your head slightly to the left so that your noses don’t bump together as you bring your faces within an inch of each other.

His lips part on instinct, breathing a whisper of air into your mouth as he anticipates the contact with closed eyes.

“I want you to stop drinking my orange juice,”

The tension in his shoulders seems to drop at your statement, and his eyes shoot back open as you pull yourself back to stand fully upright, absolute delight drenching your features as you read the waves of shock and dissatisfaction that roll over him at the sudden change in atmosphere. “What?-”

He was so close. So close to having your lips on his. And you ripped it away from him with that stupidly hot smirk on your face like you knew exactly what you were doing.

You definitely knew what you were doing.

“In the station, I know it’s you,” You explain yourself like it’s no big deal, like you weren’t centimetres from giving Buck what he’d been pining for for so goddamn long a few seconds ago. “Buy your own juice,”

“I- Seriously?” Exasperation practically drowns his voice as he speaks, and he narrows his gaze with an air of desperation that makes you want to give him exactly what he wants. “You pretend you’re going to kiss me and then tell me not to drink your goddamn orange juice? Not cool man,”

“Maybe you shoulda won the game, I don’t know what to tell you,” You shrug your shoulders with an air of nonchalance that only you would be able to muster in a situation like this, and it frustrates Buck beyond all belief.

“That’s not fair,” Buck shakes his head as he stands. “I didn’t know you were being serious,”

“Well that’s just too bad isn’t it?” You clasp your hands together with a tilt of your head.

“No, we’re not just gonna move on okay?” It’s Buck’s turn to approach you now, his hands emphasising his words as he waves them in front of himself. “I have waited so long for you to suggest you were interested in me you cannot just back out like nothing happened,”

You swerve his approach with a laugh to walk around the side of the pool table, like his frustration is the funniest thing in the world to you and not literally tearing him apart with every moment you try to brush off the lingering tension between you. “You are way too pent up about this,”

“I am the exact right amount of pent up about this,” He follows you around the table to box you in as you did him, except this time there’s really no escape as he plants his hands firmly against the edge of the table on either side of you. “You can’t just lean in like you’re going to kiss me and bail right at the last second,”

“I thought you liked the long game,” You cross your arms over your chest as a deflection from the way your heart rate quickens, trying to cover the increase in how fast your chest rises and falls under the gaze he’s trapped you in.

“I’ve played long enough,” He leans his weight on his arms, bringing his face towards yours slowly. “I need to know if I’ve won,”

“I’d say so,” Your eyes are much less confident now the roles have been reversed, struggling to maintain contact with his as his face continues its steady path towards your own.

“Prove it.” You’re close enough now that you can feel the breath from every word he speaks on your skin, and his intentions are laid out very clearly as his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips.

He is going to kiss you if you don’t do anything to stop him.

He wants to taste the mix of alcohol on salt on your lips, explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue. He wants to feel the heat of your palms against his cheeks as you cup his face to stop him from pulling away and make you kiss him until neither of you can breathe.

He’s waited long enough to have you like this, and after your previous stunt, he’s not sure he can physically last much longer before he explodes from the frustration.

The way his hands slide from resting on the table either side of you to holding your hips solidifies that point tenfold.

He gives your waist a soft tug until your torso collides with his, and you have to brace your hands against his shoulders to stop yourself from losing your balance and stumbling right into him.

And then he’s leaning in again, his eyes flickering over your expression to look for any trace of hesitance or uncertainty in your features before he makes the final move.

And then there’s a shot glass between your faces.

“Shots?”

Chimney, ever horrible at reading the room —probably because he’s so drunk he can barely stand upright anymore— holds up two shots towards the two of you, one in each hand. “They’re on me~” He adds that extra part at the end as the true selling point, and it takes all of Buck’s self-restraint to not knock the glasses out out Chimney’s hand to make him leave the two of you alone.

You don’t seem so agitated.

“Why thank you,” You break from Buck’s grasp to take one of the shots from Chimney’s hand, raising it in Buck’s direction. “Here’s to playing the long game,”

You down the shot quickly, leaving the empty glass on the edge of the pool table to rejoin the group at the bar, leaving Buck alone and so goddamn sexually frustrated he genuinely thinks he might pass out from the strain.

You know exactly what you’re doing by dragging this out, and he has half the mind to prove your idea of ‘safety’ from his advances in the group wrong by sending his conscience to hell and giving in to his inhibitions in front of everyone.

But he’s not quite drunk enough to push it that far. Even if most of the team wouldn’t remember it if he did.

“So that’s a no on the shot?” Chimney raises the remaining shot glass in Buck’s direction, seemingly completely oblivious to the colossal cockblock he’d just imposed.

“If you weren’t so drunk right now I would punch you I swear-” Buck huffs as he all but snatches the glass from Chimney’s hand and downs the shot in exasperation, the sharp burn in his throat doing nothing to distract him from the ache in his chest from having a possible moment from you ripped from underneath his nose again in the span of less than ten minutes.

“Woah, what did I do?” Chimney furrows his eyebrows in offence at Buck’s statement. “We’re supposed to be family man, last time I buy you anything,” He scoffs in indignation as he leaves Buck to join the rest of the group once more, clearly unhappy with Buck’s reception to his ‘gift’ of a free shot.

A free shot and a missed shot at finally making a move on you.

He knew that come your next shift you’d ignore everything that had happened tonight, and he wasn’t sure he was ready to go back to the silent glances and subtle gestures. He wanted all of you, not just some aimless flirting that never went anywhere.

At least he had confirmation that you were in fact interested in him, that was a step forward in the right direction he supposes.

But god was the long game starting to get on his nerves.

#9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #buck x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley fluff #oliver stark #asks 🚒#redocity 🧯

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𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡.

PAIRING: evan buckley x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: would've been you by sombr WORD COUNT: 527

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you never thought you'd have this.

never thought that you'd be laid in bed, snuggled up under the covers rereading your favourite book in yours and your boyfriends apartment.

slipping the bookmark between the pages, placing it on your bedside table to sit up and take in your surroundings.

everything was so perfectly placed. even the mess from bucks obvious rush to get out of the door this morning, it just made sense.

the sun outside starting to set made your home a pretty shade of orange, knowing in a short while you'd have to get up and shut the blinds, deciding on leaving that for later you to deal with.

the once silent space interrupted by the loud clatter of evan opening the front door a little too agressively, making you jump and tense up realising it was just him made you relax again.

"baby!" he groaned out whilst leaning against the railing to your stairs as he struggled to take off his shoes, shoulders slumped whilst doing so.

not responding just yet, quietly giggling to yourself with a goofy smile watching, waiting for him to eventually find you.

"lover?" he questioned, finally getting the boot off of his foot.

"up here, darling!"

looking up to find you cross legged, opening your arms for him to climb into and that's what he did.

well tried to.

his attempt of running up the stairs to get to you failed him as the material of his socks slipped against the metal steps and tripped him up, making you burst out laughing and he did too.

"only you evan buckley would be able to trip over thin air." you cackled, gasping for air as you fell back and continued to laugh until there was no sound coming out.

"stupid socks!" ripping them off of his feet and throwing them onto the floor before jumping onto the bed.

grunting as he landed smack bang on top of you, pulling away so you were now face to face, "i'm glad that my pain makes you happy," jutting out his bottom lip only for you to kiss it.

"don't act like you wouldn't do the same if it wasn't the other way 'round! it's literally happened before and i have the scar on my shin to prove it."

"touché."

and it was back again, peace.

the two of you just studying each others features, missing and worrying about him was exhausting for when you were at work, but when you did have your days off it felt excruciating and honestly quite boring.

evan always made sure to message you when he could, which you really appreciated. but you still couldn't help but love the end of the day.

lifting your hands from your sides, sliding them up his back, over to his shoulders to massage the tense muscles, making him moan almost too loudly almost instantly melting into you.

"tough day?" you sarcastically questioned, the only response you got was a groan into the crook of your neck, tickling you making you laugh again.

as long as he came home to you, to this everyday he wouldn't have it any other way.

here's some fluff after the new trailer. they better not hurt bobby and athena in the new season >:(

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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MASTERLIST #2

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Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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rottenwriter · 2 months

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i know it might be kinda cheesy, but maybe first kiss/date w buck pls if ur up for it? 🩷

Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

CW first date, first kiss, short and sweet <3

A/N don’t worry, i love cheesy heheh !! i’m a sucker for tooth rotting fluff!

Though the distance from the restaurant to your house was short, ever the gentleman, Buck was walking you home, holding your cool hand in his warmer one as you strolled through the familiar streets of LA.

Despite the fact you would try and deny it, the cool breeze wasn’t the only thing pinkening your cheeks as you wandered leisurely along the pavement, feeling oddly at ease with him by your side. You snuck a glance at him as you both approached your apartment building, eyes widening as you realised that he was looking back at you already with a soft smile on his lips.

Blushing deeper, you looked away immediately. You could hear his little laugh and could practically sense his gentle, teasing smirk as he squeezed your palm slightly tighter. Once outside the building you, regretfully, let go of his hand, the warmth of his palm against yours falling away.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight.” You smiled shyly, swaying on your feet slightly as you moved to stand in front of him, back to your apartment building.

He smiled back, that oh so familiarly bright and comforting smile as he clasped his hand together in front of him with a gentle laugh.

“I had a great time too! You’re- You’re wonderful.” He grinned, a light blush on his cheeks.

You smiled back, before looking down, biting your lip nervously. Buck titled his head, akin to that of a confused dog. He was about to ask you if you were okay, when you looked up again and stepped a little closer.

His heart rate quickened as you moved closer, until you were chest to chest, your hand wrapping around the back of his head. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his shining eyes, soft smile playing on your lips. You tilted your head very slightly, as if to wordlessly ask permission. As if you ever had to ask.

He pressed closer, his lips connecting with yours in the sweetest way imaginable. It wasn’t a particularly long kiss, but it was a sweet thing, a kiss that felt like the first of many. He hoped it would be.

Secretly, you hoped the same.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #9-1-1 #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fandom #911 abc #911 fic

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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MAKE UP FOR IT aka The Unusual Coffee Date

Sometimes, a wrong does make a right.

Pairing Evan 'Buck' Buckley x gn!reader

Theme fluffy flirting with a bit of an attempt to channel Seasons 1-2 Buck energy

Word Count 538

Note thank you so much for this request, my love @hangmanbrainrot 🥹 slowly finding my way back into writing so this might be a little rough but I hope you enjoy it!

“’Scuse me, LAPD coming through!”

In a way, it was sort of your fault for not hearing the warning in time. But then again, no one carrying an axe should be calling you out just as they’re about to walk into you and make coffee slosh and spill over your hands and clothes.

It was hard not to join everyone staring at the firemen who were trying to rescue the owner trapped on the roof. But you were already running late, and had it not been for the one who just chopped open the door, you would have made it through the day without—albeit, exaggerated—a near-death experience.

As soon as you slipped out the door, you stole a few glances back at him—the tattoos on his forearm and his clean-cut dirty blond hair…yeah. It was really hard not to stare.

You suppose there were worse ways to go.

Twenty-four hours later, you were back at the coffee shop just as routine dictated. As the barista lined up your usual order, you reached for your wallet when a beep sounded from the cash register in front of you.

“Here’s your receipt and your change, Sir. Have a great day!”

You looked up just in time to see someone stuff their wallet in their pocket.

Someone with familiar thin bands tattooed just below his elbow.

Gone was the dark blue uniform, but the shirt he had on now fit him just as nicely. His hair was fixed the same way, though. And seeing him up close showed a unique birthmark sitting on top.

“I figured I owe you from yesterday,” he mused referring to your coffee run-in. “I’m Buck, by the way.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his charm as you shook his hand and gave your name. “How’d you know I’d be here anyway?”

“I didn’t,” he shrugged, “but I was hoping you would.”

The two of you stepped out. As you walked slowly towards the direction of your office, he matched step with yours.

“So, Buck. You’ve done something nice for me, so now I feel like I owe you something,” you pointed amusedly.

He shook his head. “I spilled your coffee and I bought you a new one. No repaying necessary,” he smiled.

“Sure,” you said playfully, “because you stalked my coffee shop and walked me to my office just because.”

He tried to play it off, realizing he was just found out. “Hey, if you really wanna call it even, then maybe you can go out with me tonight. If you’re free, that is.”

Stopping at the corner of the block, you looked up at him. That hopeful look in his eyes almost had you feeling guilty about wanting to draw out your teasing.

“Pick me up at 5,” you said just before you crossed the street. “You know where to find me!”

Looking back, you definitely didn’t miss the growing smile on his face, and the way he tried to hide his little fist pump at your response.

You suppose it was a great way to repay the favor.

Disclaimer I do not own 9-1-1 or any of its characters. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.

#9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #evan buck buckley #evan buck buckley fanfiction #evan buck buckley fic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buck buckley imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfiction #evan buckley fic #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine

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castielli · 2 years

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.

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Spencer Reid

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Luke Alvez

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

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Red Daniels

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Joseph Turner

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Peter/001

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Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

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Castiel

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Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

NOW YOU SEE ME

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Chase McKinney

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Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

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Thor Odinson

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Steve Rogers

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Clint Barton

Deadpool

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Druig

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Scott Lang

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Mobius M. Mobius

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Oliver Wood

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Bruce Wayne (Batman)

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Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

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Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

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Mike Ross

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If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Worst Fear

Sensory Prompts: 'Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing' + 'Your heart beating so heavy that you feel it in your head.' Requested By: @gaitwae and an Anon; l decided to combine your Mystery Prompt requests.

Pairing: Evan Buckley x GN!Reader (y/n insert)

Plot: During an apartment fire, Y/n and Buck get separated, neither knowing if the other is okay.

Warnings: Angst. Fire. Collapsing Building. Mentions of mild injuries.

Words: 1.2k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo 911/Buck Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @webreathfandoms, @bellarkeselection, @shiftingwh0r3, @rqmanoff

"LAFD anyone one in here?!" You yelled, as you walked through the burning apartment complex.

You heard Buck calling out behind you as he finished checking an apartment. "Clear!"

As you got to the end of the hall, and the last apartment was cleared, you turned back towards Buck as you used your radio. "Third floor clear Cap."

"Understood. Building is clear, get out of there, I don't like the way the structures looking."

"Got it Cap, we're on our way out."

As you began walking down the hall, you stopped as you heard a loud creaking above you. Looking up, you spotted the roof begin to sink. The sinking realization that the roof was coming down right on top of you and Buck made your stomach churn.

You yelled out as you lunged forward "Buck!"

Buck spun around at the sound of your voice. Just as he spotted the roof coming down, your hands hit his chest, sending him stumbling back, out of the path of the falling roof.

Buck landed on his back with a grunt before he yelled out "Y/n!" As the rubble started to fall down in front of him, you disappeared from view. He called out again, his voice almost hoarse from the fear. "Y/n!"

Grabbing his radio he yelled into it, his voice full of desperation "Cap! Cap! The roof caved in between me and Y/n, I can't get to them!" Rushing forward he began grabbing at the fallen roofing, calling out your name again and again. The burning embers floating down from the fire above made it even harder to see.

His heart was pounding so heavily he felt it in his head, as he continued to try and dig his way to you. He was so preoccupied with his fear that he didn't hear the other's coming up from behind him. Not until Bobby grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Buck! Buck!"

"Let go Bobby! We have to get to Y/n!" His voice was distraught.

"Buck listen to me!" Buck paused, as he forced himself to look at Bobby.

"The collapse took out part of this floor too, it looks like Y/n fell through, they wont be on the other side of the rubble we need to get to them another way."

Processing his words, he turned, seeing Eddie's concerned gaze as he nodded, confirming Bobby's words.

"Alright, alright let's go." Following Eddie and Bobby out, he looked back once more where you had once been standing, his heart sinking a little bit more.

- - - - - - -

The last thing you remembered seeing, was Buck's eyes locking with yours as you pushed him out of the way of the falling rubble. There was a loud crash as burning rubble landed all around you, then you felt yourself falling. And then there was darkness.

When your eyes began to open, you felt panic take over as you saw the room around you burning. Flames progressing from a nearby hall as you began coughing, you throat burning. Looking to your left you saw your oxygen mask had fallen off and was now out of reach, crushed under a pile of rubble.

Looking down at your own body, you saw pieces of wood and tile scattered all over you. Pushing it off you unburied yourself. Trying to get up, you let out a grunt of pain as your leg refused to move. Looking down, you saw a large piece of rubble on your leg, trapping it. Pushing on it, you groaned as you felt your leg underneath pulse with pain. Pushing as hard as you could you finally felt it budge enough to pull your leg out.

Struggling to stand as your lungs burned and your eyes blurred from burning pain, you looked around.

Looking up into the floor above you, you yelled out "Buck! Buck!" Fear gripped you. Did you manage to push him out of the way? Or was he crushed up there, trapped under rubble?

Grabbing your radio, you felt it give with a squeeze of your hand, it had been broken in your fall. You tried to focus on what to do as you looked at your choices. One hallway was engulfed in flames that were getting closer each second. The other hall was blocked by the rubble. If you could get to a window, you might be able to get out that way. You were only on the second story.

Looking around, you felt desperation grow, you were in a hallway, there were no widows.

Limping towards the rubble, you began to claw and pull the pieces down. You fell back as the wall of rubble began to collapse. You covered your face, expecting to be trapped again.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

Looking up, you saw Buck reaching through the hole made in the rubble. Beside him was Bobby and Eddie pulling at the rubble.

"Buck!" You yelled as you clambered through the rubble, his hands wrapped around you as he pulled your through.

You wrapped your arms around him in desperate relief. "Thank God you're alright." You heard him mumble as he held you close.

As Bobby placed an oxygen mask over your face, Buck held you up as you limped out of the building. Your eyes burned and your vision was blurry. Whether it was from tears of relief, or the smoke, you didn't know. What you did know was that you were lucky to be alive.

- - - - - - - -

Leaning your head on Buck's shoulder as you took in deep breaths of oxygen, you looked at the smoldering apartment building. The embers floating off into the night sky were almost soothing, if you hadn't nearly been killed that is. You looked over the people standing around, staring at the building. Some neighbors, some who had lived there. You took solace in the fact that no one else got injured, as you watched the rest of the team work on the fire.

As Hen appeared in front of you, you smiled at her. "Alright Y/n, into the ambulance, we gotta check that leg out at the hospital."

"You mind if I come with? Bobby doesn't need me here anymore."

Hen nodded with a soft smile. "Yeah, you can come."

As you climbed into the ambulance, you sat beside Buck as he wrapped his arm around you.

He spoke softly as he held you closer to him. "As much as I love this job, I do hate it sometimes. Seeing you disappear like that, right in front of me, it was my worst fear."

"I'm sorry." You mumbled sadly as you leaned against him.

He shook his head. "You don't have to apologize, you saved me from getting crushed. I would've done the same for you. I just-"

"Hated that it happened?"

He nodded "Yeah."

"Me too. Job or not, we don't have to be okay with what happens. We just have to try and make it to the end of each day alive."

He smiled softly at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "There is one good thing that comes out of something like this."

"What's that?"

"Time off."

You chuckled as you leaned your head on his shoulder again. "Yeah, I could do with some time off, shame you'll miss it."

"Yeah," he chuckled "Maybe I should have gotten stuck under from rubble too."

You smacked his chest, and he chuckled. "Kidding."

Closing your eyes as you leaned against him, you let the full feeling of relief wash over you. It was over, you were alright, Buck was alright. And you were alive to fight another day.

xx End xx

Wasn't sure how to end this lol, but I hope you enjoyed

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strawberrysands · 1 year

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Too late - Evan Buckley

Pairing: Evan Buckley x gn!reader

Summary just a short blurb in which the reader decides to finally tell Buck how they feel about him

Word count: 422 damn my bad

Warnings: none I think

For the past few days, you had been gathering up courage to finally confront Buck and tell him how you feel. Hen and Chimney were absolutely rooting for you and even Maddie was convinced that Buck felt the same way about you.

You and Buck had become close friends ever since you joined the 118. For you, those feelings quickly grew to something more than just friendship. You kept your feelings hidden for years, but a conversation that took place a couple of weeks ago made you change your mind.

“I think it’s time for Buck 3.0.” He said, leaning against the fire truck.

Chimney snorted. “Here we go.”

“No, I’m serious, you know. I know I said that Buck 2.0 would be different, but this time I’m actually going to change.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Really?”

“Don’t be so skeptical, y/n. You just wait and see.” He said with a smirk on his face.

Hen gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked away with a smile on her face.

“Whatever you say, Buckaroo.” Chim said.

Buck pouted. “Why does no one here actually have faith in me?” He said, putting a hand over his heart, feigning being hurt.

You laughed and shook your head. “Because we all know you, Buck.”

Buck gasped. “Ouch, that hurt.”

You, however, were head over heels in love with the guy. So, you believed him when he said he would change, and you decided that telling him how you feel could maybe work out.

So here you were, on his couch, Chinese take away food on the coffee table and feet in his lap. This wasn’t unusual for you and Buck; you both had found some sort of comfort in watching movies together.

Buck noticed you weren’t paying attention to the movie anymore, so he turned to look at you. “You good?” He said, before looking back at the television.

You cleared your throat and sat up a little straighter. “Yeah, there’s just something I want to tell you. It’s been on my mind for a while.”

“Shoot.” He said, not realizing how anxious you were.

You took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders. You only live once, right?

“I-…” you started to say, but his phone ringing interrupted you.

Buck sighed and held up a finger to pause you.

He smiled at the caller ID and picked up his phone. His next sentence shattered your heart and you felt like the dumbest person on the planet; you should’ve known.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

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millie-multifics · 2 years

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Sleep Anxiety

Evan Buckley x GN!Reader

Sleeping in new places had always been difficult, a discovery your boyfriend makes when he asks you to spend the night.

Warning: Mentions of anxiety and insomnia. Buck being worried and cute.

Masterlist

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No matter how often you had told yourself that the anxiety pooling in your stomach was unreasonable, it wouldn’t go away. It had been somewhat acceptable when you were a kid, though your inability to have sleepovers with your friends had excluded you from many birthday parties. This specific anxiety was less than welcome as an adult. You had been on plenty of trips in your adult life that required staying in an unfamiliar bed of a relative or a roadside motel, each night taken with a stride when by yourself- you had even made it through the first months at your new apartment with minimal sleep loss. Yet, the message your boyfriend Buck had sent 30 minutes ago had your mind spinning non-stop.

> How about you stay at my place tonight?

> Busy shift, and I don’t think I could survive the traffic to your place without falling asleep :p

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to spend the night with your ridiculously funny, caring and hot boyfriend. You had been looking forward to seeing him since the start of his shift 24 hours ago, and you couldn’t exactly blame him for wanting to spend the night tucked away in his bed after a long and hectic day. You had spent plenty of nights with Buck before, but only ever at your place- you had even played hooky on the high-end restaurant reservation you had acquired for your fourth date after ending up in bed. You had never been exactly sure what the cause of your sleep anxiety was, but it was the reason you were sent home a week early from camp in middle school after passing out with your head in a plate of mashed potatoes due to severe sleep deprivation. It had caused many problems in past relationships; partners had either assumed you were disinterested in them or branded you selfish when you would avoid sleeping at their places.

Buck was different, though, and you wanted this relationship to last. He wasn’t the type to kick you out at 2 am for keeping him awake or to label you as selfish for wanting to be able to get a good rest yourself. He never seemed to have an issue staying at your apartment, as he always slept like a baby whenever you were cuddled into his side. You could sacrifice one night of sleep if it meant dulling the ache of your longing heart, knowing the moment you laid eyes on his cute, unscathed face, your anxiety would be forgotten until it was time to crawl into bed.

< Of course

< I’ll pick up dinner <3

Your sleep anxiety had been pushed to the furthest corner of your mind as you devoured an array of takeout paired with chilled beer and wine, your conversation about Buck’s day at work overshadowing the movie playing on tv. You were collecting the dinner plates when a yawn slipped past Buck’s lips; the scrunch of his nose and the closure of his eyes was the non-verbal cue that it was time to crawl into bed and cuddle until sleep found you both, only you weren’t exactly sure how much shut-eye you would be getting tonight.

Less than 2 hours of sleep, that’s how long you managed to sleep curled in Buck’s embrace. You climbed out of bed with a sigh, maneuvering your body as carefully as possible not to wake Buck as he snored softly. You settled on the couch, turning the television to the lowest volume setting as you browse through the countless paid advertisements and reruns.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Buck realized you were no longer tucked away beside him, rolling over in bed to cuddle you closer.

“You should be asleep.” You kept your voice low as your eyes drifted from the Tv to Buck’s shirtless form when he found you downstairs.

“I could say the same thing for you.” He teased, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while they adjusted to the brightness coming from the screen. “What are you doing down here anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You shrugged, but the way your head lowered shamefully told your boyfriend that it wasn’t the whole story. “I get sleep anxiety when I sleep in new places.”

“Oh,” Buck muttered as he watched you fiddle with the hem of the shirt you had stolen from his drawer. It was quiet for a moment when you glanced up from the ever-interesting stitching, Buck was gone, and you found yourself alone. He reappeared a moment later with a large pillow, a soft blanket and his cell phone in hand. He gestured for you to stand before he placed the pillow against the arm of the couch, laying partially upright with his back against the soft cushion before he beckoned you to inhabit the space between his muscular thighs.

“You don’t have to do this, you know? Your bed is a lot more comfortable.”

“My bed’s not comfortable without you in it. I’d rather keep you company down here.”

Once you were fully settled, he draped the blanket over the both of you. The Guide To Easing Sleep Anxiety shone brightly on his phone screen as he planted a soft kiss along your hairline.

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