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shmaptainwrites · 1 year

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𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐇]

PAIRINGS — Bobby Nash x GN!Reader

SUMMARY — complicating their situationship

WARNINGS — sickness (COVID), fever, swearing, mentions of sex

NOTE —This one’s been in the drafts for a while so I’m very happy it’s getting the chance to see the light of day also sorry it took me a few days to post I hated the ending so I rewrote it lmao

For most people the global pandemic meant working from home and staying away from everyone and everything, trying not to get sick. But as a frontline worker and a first responder, that was never really an option for you. For you and the rest of the 118 it meant rapid tests every morning, face coverings at all times, and setting an example for everyone else.

To top off the complicated situation, over the time of your increased closed quarters at work you had developed somewhat of a situationship with your boss. The rest of your colleagues were unaware (thankfully) and you hoped through everything that would be the one part of your life that remained casual and uncomplicated. And it was until one fateful morning in May 2020.

“Here’s your test,” you passed a box over to Bobby while he walked up to the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in hand.

“And here’s your tea.”

“Honestly, I’m not even convinced these work,” you noted while pouring the buffer fluid into the small tube. “I have never seen a positive COVID test, how are we supposed to know if these are the real deal?”

“Hopefully we’ll never have to see a positive one,” Bobby said.

You drank your tea and coffee and prepared something for breakfast while waiting for the time to be up so you could make sure you weren’t sick before you went in for work.

“Uh, Bobby…”

You looked down at your test while Bobby came and glanced over your shoulder. You looked back at each other with wide eyes.

“You can’t go to work,” he pointed to you when the realization dawned on him. “Wait, I can’t go to work. What are we going to tell them?”

“It’s fine we’ll just call separately, I’ll tell them I got sick you say that you went out to get groceries and got exposed, no big deal.”

“And you can’t go out so I guess you’ll just isolate here?”

“Oh God, this is going to end badly, I can feel it,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head. “One step at a time. I’m gonna go call the team.”

“At least we know the test works,” Bobby called as you walked to his bedroom and you rolled your eyes.

You both tried your best to deal with the team, Bobby having a bit of a harder time than you considering you called in first to tell everyone you were sick.

“I think I managed to convince everyone to stay away for a bit,” you said while putting on a mask, Bobby motioned for you to take the package with you and you nodded, thinking it was probably for the best considering he wasn’t sick…yet.

“Hopefully it’ll be a quick bug, right? Then things can go back to normal.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And are you sure you’re okay with me staying here? I don’t really wanna be a burden and take over your room or anything.”

“No it’s fine,” he insisted. “You’re already here and I have to be isolated anyways. Plus, it’s always nicer to have someone around when you’re sick right?”

You just gave him a small smile with your eyes before retreating into his bedroom and closing the door behind you.

As soon as it was shut, you could hear Bobby begin to clean up, washing the dishes and disinfecting everything with bleach and Lysol to avoid getting sick. You couldn’t blame him, it was an odd situation, maybe even a little awkward, you’d only ever come over after work and most days you left right after breakfast.

It had started as a casual companionship that just spiralled into something where everything was unsaid.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, only then realizing the clothes you had were not the best for being sick in bed.

“Hey Bobby,” you called from your room. “Can I borrow a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt or something?”

“Yeah, that should be okay, take whatever you’ll need and when you’re better we’ll just do a load of laundry.”

“Thank you,” you sighed. “And Bobby?”

“Mhmm?”

“I’m sorry…that you got caught up in all this and have to deal with me now…I just-,”

“Don’t mention it, like I said, no big deal.”

“Right,” you nodded to yourself. “No big deal.”

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Two Days Later…

“Uh Bobby!” you called, your voice sounding congested and followed by a loud bronchial cough. “We��ve got a problem.”

“What’s the problem?” he asked.

“Buck wants to bring me food.”

“And?”

“I’m not at my house, what the hell am I supposed to tell him?” you groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

“Just call and explain that he shouldn’t risk it and you’ve already made something for lunch and dinner.”

That part wasn’t a lie, with all the spare time in his hands Bobby was cooking up a storm and you had the finest meals every day, but ate them in an awkward silence across from each other, a door between you.

“Alright, but if I can’t stop him then we’re going to have to deal with the consequences.”

Bobby didn’t respond so you picked up your phone and called Buck’s cell waiting for him to pick up.

“Hey, how’s Miss Rona?” he chuckled when he picked up on the other line.

“Not funny, Buckley,” you grumbled. “Look, even you can hear it, I sound terrible. I don't want you to risk it, Buck, don’t bring me food.”

“Come on, I’ll be safe! I’ll drop it off at your door and then we can talk on the phone while you eat so you aren’t alone.”

“No Buck,” you sighed. “I already made food for lunch and dinner, just stay as far away from my apartment as you can ok?”

“Ok, if you insist, but don’t come crying to me for McDonalds when you get sick of chicken noodle soup.” he chuckled.

“I won’t don’t worry,” you coughed. “Jesus, I gotta take some more Buckley’s, and please send my regards to whichever family member of yours made such a gag worthy cough syrup,”

“Not related, but it tastes awful and it works.”

“I hate how much I love that slogan,” you laughed a little, but it only sent you back into a coughing fit. “Alright, really I gotta go, tell everyone I say hi and that I’m not dead yet, okay?”

“Will do. You take care of yourself.”

“Thanks Buck, bye,” you hung up the phone and did exactly what you said you would. Poured yourself some cough syrup and gagged as soon as it went down your throat.

“You okay in there?” Bobby knocked on the door.

“Yeah, just the cough syrup,” you moaned a little and rubbed your head.

“You sure everything’s okay?” he pressed.

“I just…” you hesitated. “I feel like shit.”

“On a scale of 1-10 how shitty?” he asked.

You were silent for a moment before shrugging your shoulders and saying seven.

“I don’t think there’s much you can do, I have a whole army of medication here, I just have to be careful and rest.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, but his tone made him seem unconvinced.

You tried to lay down and get some rest and what felt like minutes later you discovered had actually been closer to sixteen hours and it was the next day and you felt ten times worse than the day before.

You looked down at the sheets that were soaked with sweat and when you tried to move your whole body ached like you had just run a 40K with zero training.

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry so you reached for the water first, chugging it before knocking on the wall, hoping Bobby was awake.

“Everything alright in there?” you could hear him get up and ask.

“I-I think I have a fever,” you said wearily. “Can…C-Could you come check?”

“Yeah of course, just let me grab a thermometer and a mask.”

Bobby was back a few moments later and opened the door to quite the sight.

“Bet you can’t even believe you slept with me huh,” you tried to tease to lighten the situation, but you could see Bobby had become so zeroed in on your state that it was no use.

He quickly felt the back of your forehead with his hand before confirming his suspicions with the thermometer.

“Wow, you’re burning up,” his hand cradled your cheek for a moment, feeling the heat radiate off your sticky and sweaty skin. “Let me go get you some Tylenol okay, and maybe an ice pack too. I’m not leaving you here by yourself.”

“But what about-,”

“I need to make sure you don’t take a turn for the worse. I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital,”

You nodded and quieted yourself, watching as he went to grab you some more medication and that ice pack.

The cold touch felt amazing against your skin, but it wasn’t long before you were shivering from the fever and wanted to huddle underneath the blankets.

“Y-You know, I haven’t b-been sick since before I w-was in the department,” you told Bobby. “S-Still sucks a-as bad as I remember.”

“I can imagine,” he brushed some hair out of your eyes. “If you can, you should try and get some sleep, it might make things a little better.”

You wanted to listen to his advice, but as much as you tried you could not fall asleep. Your fever continued to get worse, but not bad enough to merit taking you to the ER.

All the while, Bobby only left your side to bring you more food or something to drink. You wished he would stay far away from you, it was better he didn’t get what you had, but he seemed adamant on staying.

It was things like this that made it hard for you to separate what you had from a real relationship, which it wasn’t.

It was just an arrangement where you would meet from time to time and sleep together.

Sometimes you just wished you could be out with it, ask him out on a real date and go out for dinner because if you were being honest, a couple weeks into whatever it was you were doing, you had already realized you wanted more, but as usual you were too shy to speak up about it.

“Bobby, c-c-,” you were cut off by another coughing fit, at least you were wearing a mask, it was the least you could do to assure he didn’t get sick. “Sorry, can you pass me one of the cough drops?”

“Of course, but maybe you should eat a bit more first,” he suggested. “Let me help you sit up.”

He wrapped an arm around your back and placed you into a seated position before grabbing the bowl of soup for you.

“Bobby, I think I’m still well enough to feed myself,” you chuckled.

“It’s not everyday you get pampered, just eat the soup,” he encouraged and you didn’t have the energy to give in.

You ate about half the bowl before you got full (in your defence it was a pretty big bowl) and Bobby passed you the cough drop to help continue to soothe your throat as the soup had done.

“Hey, since I’ve already been with you in here, why don’t you come out to the living room and watch some TV with me. It’ll be a nice break from sleeping, trust me.”

“Sure, why not,” you pushed yourself up from the bed and with a little help from Bobby, walked to the living room and took a seat on the couch.

You both agreed on some random TV show you both hadn’t seen, but by episode three you were knocked out cold.

Bobby left you like that for a while, thinking it would be best to let you get as much rest as you could, but when you started to toss and turn and mumble things under your breath he had a feeling your fever was coming back and getting even worse.

“Hey, I think we should get you back in the bedroom where the Tylenol is,” he gently shook you awake, but the fever was making you a little delirious.

“Will you stay with me?” you mumbled. “Please?”

“Sure if that’s what you want,” he nodded, helping you up and letting you lean on him while you walked back to the room.

“Bobby,” you said groggily as you sat down on the bed. “Why aren’t we dating?”

Bobby certainly wasn’t expecting that kind of question to come from you, but you had a fever, you were barely controlling the temperature of your body, how could you control what you said.

“Well, I think when whatever this is started we didn’t really think about it…did we.”

You sighed and shook your head.

“I just think we’d make a good couple,” you said shyly. “Cause I like you, like really like you, and when you do stuff like give me soup and sit with me when I feel like seven shits out of ten shits, it’s just hard.”

While listening to you, Bobby had opened up the Tylenol and placed two in his hand which he was now handing to you with a glass of water.

“I know,” he responded. “We can talk about it more when you’re better, how’s that?”

You agreed and took the medication after which he helped you lay down on the bed. He glanced at you for a moment before lowering his mask and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“If it makes it any better, I was already yours from the start.”

He placed his mask back over his mouth and nose before sitting next to you, his back against the headrest.

You reached for his hand and he took it, holding it thinking if he squeezed too tight he might break you.

He really hoped you would get better soon.

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Bobby didn’t want to bring up what you had said when you were feverish, fearful that you had said it while hazy from the sickness. He didn’t want to put any pressure on you to have a discussion while you were still recovering, so he thought unless you brought it up he’d wait for you to test negative.

In the meantime over the next few days as you slowly came out of the slump of fevers and your cough died down, you fell into an easy rhythm of things together. It was simple things, like FaceTiming while eating meals or chatting across from the door, but it felt safe and familiar, like you’d been doing it forever.

“Time for your test,” Bobby said, coming into the room with a mask and handing you the rapid test. It was just over a week and a half of being sick and even then you’d have to wait at least another week minimum to go back to work. Bobby had been planning on doing the same either way since he was constantly exposed to you. “I already took mine in the kitchen, I'm still negative.”

“Thank goodness. I'm kind of surprised though, we’ve been cautious but not like lock me in the room cautious,” you said. “How did you not get sick?”

“Just the Nash immune system,” he shrugged. “Let me know what the verdict is.”

You nodded your head and took off your mask once he left and began the process of testing yourself.

On cue, you sneezed when swabbing your nose and Bobby chuckled like he always did.

“Is there like a button or something in my nose that just makes me sneeze every single time I put this up there?” you asked and Bobby laughed. “Hey don’t laugh! One time I sneezed before I could pull it out and I think I poked my brain.”

That just made him laugh harder and you couldn’t help but smile as you swirled the buffer fluid and placed three drops on the rapid test.

After the agonizing fifteen minutes Bobby waited anxiously for the answer, but when you stepped out of the room without a mask and the test in your hands that spoke for you.

“It’s negative,” you almost sounded disbelieving. “I-Wow it’s actually negative.”

“Maybe you should take one more just to confirm,” Bobby suggested and you agreed, only to have the second test confirm your suspicions.

“This is great!” you grinned. “We can get this place cleaned up, relax and rest for one more week and then we’re back at it.”

You and Bobby high-fived and started by cleaning up the room you were staying in. A load of laundry hopefully got rid of any lingering sickness from your clothes and the sheets, a wipe down and vacuum took care of the other surfaces.

Once the sheets were out of the wash, you and Bobby began to put them back on the bed. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he was going to bring up the conversation he’d promised he’d have with you, but every time there was an opening it didn’t feel right to say anything.

Instead he decided it would be best to take the next week in isolation in stride and say something when the time felt right, not when you were trapped under the same roof.

When the day came when you were supposed to head back out to work you could both say with a certainty that you were done with being cooped up in the house and were ready to get down to business.

Chimney was more than happy to give up his responsibilities as acting fire Captain and as Hen so articulately put it, balance had been restored in the universe.

“You know it was really weird not having you around,” Buck told you when you sat for lunch together, distances slightly due to the restrictions.

“Awe so you missed me,” you made a cute squishing motion with your hands and Buck rolled his eyes.

“Yeah sure, I missed you the same way I miss Maddie for five minutes then she starts hovering and babying me and then I don’t miss her so much anymore.”

“Buck, be nice,” Bobby gave him a warning look.

“What come on, it's the truth, you’re like my sibling, it’s a compliment,” he insisted.

“I know it was but the words by themselves really didn’t sound like it,” you chuckled. “Don’t worry Bobby, if he knows what’s good for him he’ll stay on my good side.”

“And who’s on your bad side?” Chimney asked, coming to join you with his food.

“Currently just Eddie because he used the last of my sweetened condensed milk.”

“You didn’t label the milk, how was I supposed to know it wasn’t for grabs?”

“Eddie, you know I use it in my coffee when I need an extra kick in the morning, don’t make excuses,” you playfully rolled your eyes. “Anyways, Buck’s always on thin ice, you and Hen are safe,” you noted.

“What about Bobby?” Hen asked.

“Hmm,” you sent Bobby a knowing look and he tried to hide the smile that came across his face, after he spent two weeks taking care of you he was on a side the others didn’t even know existed. “Yeah, he’s a few steps above you and Chim,” you said truthfully. “No offence, but you guys don’t make me desserts every week.”

“Fair enough,” Hen agreed.

After you all finished eating you and Bobby cleared up the dishes so Eddie and Hen could wash them and he quietly asked if you could meet him in his office to talk.

You nodded your head, unaware of what was to come of it, but when the door closed behind you and you saw Bobby sitting at the edge of his desk with his arms crossed you knew something was up.

“Is it really just because of the desserts?” he asked.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Why I’m a few steps above Hen and Chim,” he clarified.

“I mean yeah,” you nodded slowly. “Bobby, what are you trying to get at?”

He sighed and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck.

“When you were sick,” he started. “Like very feverish, to the point I was almost going to bring you to the hospital, you said something to me. I promised we’d talk about it when you were better, it's just I could never seem to find a good time.”

“What did I say?” you asked, unable to remember this conversation.

“Something along the lines of why aren’t we dating. Actually dating, not just sleeping with each other every week.”

“I-I said that?” you frowned and he nodded, but he shifted slightly again, closing himself off to you and you tried to amend what you had said to make sure it didn’t sound like you hadn’t meant it. “I mean I just… I can’t remember.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, um…what would you have said?” you asked. “If I asked you that now.”

He stayed silent before he eventually shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly, I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just think that if things go on they’re going to get more complicated. I think we should know where we stand.”

“And where do you stand, Bobby?” you asked, coming closer. “Am I on your good side? Or your bad side?”

You reached out your hand to take his and after running his thumb across your knuckles and giving your hand a light squeeze he said,

“You’ve always been on my good side,” he smiled. “And I know I’m a bit rusty, but I’d like to take you out on a date. If that’s something you’re up for.”

“Yeah, I think I’d be up for that,” you agreed and closed the gap between you even more, resting a hand on Bobby’s cheek. “I don’t think I ever thanked you for taking care of me.”

“It’s okay, good practice in case you ever get sick again,” he chuckled.

“I’m glad to know you’d be willing to take care of me again,” you smiled, you leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I hope that helps a little with the thank you.”

“Maybe just one more,” he said before meeting your lips again just as the door opened and Buck said,

“Hey Cap, I was just- WOAH,” he exclaimed. “You two?! I-How? Why?! What?!”

You and Bobby quickly pushed yourselves apart as Buck stared at you wide eyed while he was joined by his coworkers.

Bobby’s face was very red and you couldn’t look up from your feet.

“What happened?” Eddie asked once he ran into the room.

“They were kissing,” Buck said, like he couldn’t understand how that would ever be a possibility. You supposed in Buck’s eyes you were both perpetually single forever.

“What?” Hen asked with a chuckle. “When did this happen?”

“Um a couple months back,” Bobby said. “Do we really need to talk about this?”

“Yes, we really do,” Chimney nodded.

“You guys,” you looked up and saw they wouldn’t let go so you looked at Bobby to tell him you’d take the hit. “Look, this started a little while after everything got shut down. We both live alone and it was hard not being able to see people so since we were in the same bubble we just…started to casually see each other,” you settled on.

“And it’s still casual?” Buck asked.

You pressed your lips in a thin line and Bobby shook his head.

“No, I think I’d say it’s getting serious.”

“It’s about damn time,” Hen grinned. “I have been rooting for you two ever since you got stuck in that elevator together.”

“Really?” you chuckled.

“Yeah, and plus now Chimney owes me five bucks.”

“Deals a deal,” Chimney groaned and placed the bill in his friend’s hand.

“So when you got sick?” Eddie asked.

“I was at Bobby’s, that’s why we both couldn’t come in and why you couldn't drop food off for me,” you explained.

“Hey, why don’t we leave these two lovebirds alone,” Hen suggested. “I think you interrupted something, Buck.”

She dragged the team out of Bobby’s office and closed the door only for you and Bobby to look at each other and laugh.

“At least we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“Yeah, but sneaking around was kind of fun,” you admitted. “But I’m glad they know. It just makes it more real.”

You held his hand and he gave it a squeeze.

“I should thank your fever,” he said. “I don’t think I would have ever had the courage to bring this up if it wasn’t for that.”

“Who would have thought, a small positive in a global pandemic,” you chuckled and leaned into his side. And as odd as it was to say, you were both thankful for the isolation.

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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Just A Phase

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, typical high school nonsense, kinda rude behaviour at first meet, mentions of weed/alcohol and the consumption of, typical cocky jock behaviour, few swear words, being tipsy/drunk

Category: fluff and a little angst

Word Count: 5.4k

Author’s Note: I just started writing and this is where I ended up so yeah also I feel like I haven’t written in a million years, forgive me if this is shitty // I referred to Buck as Evan for the first little bit because he and the reader had been introduced yet. // thank you to my darling @floralbuckleys for their help!

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Senior Year Of High School.

Evan Buckley, certified jock and bad boy.

He was the type of guy that only had a soft spot for you, but you didn’t know that yet. Truthfully he wasn’t a mean guy - people just perceived him that way because he was on the football team and popular. He had somewhat of a troublesome reputation.

People knew where he went, trouble followed.

You, on the other hand, came from a somewhat above average family. Your mom’s a nurse and dad’s a lawyer. They always had big hopes and dreams for you, for you to go off to Harvard in the fall and follow in your father’s footsteps but you didn’t want that.

You dreamt of being a writer - you couldn't bring yourself to tell your parents that. Since you were young, they had instilled “you’re going to go to Harvard” in you.

You couldn’t back out now.

See, high school worked a certain way. You kept to your circles and didn’t mingle with those that didn’t fit into your circle. You and Evan didn’t run in the same circle - he was a troublesome jock and you were a smart preppy girl.

Being the preppy kid meant volunteering where you could to bulk up your college application hence why you were at school on a Friday afternoon, waiting for the kids to show up. You were part of some tutor program that your chemistry teacher put you into.

It was mostly just kids that needed some clarification on their work and the occasional jock that needed to pass a course to stay on the team.

You weren't surprised when a group of noisy jocks stumbled in the study hall, reeking of sweat from practice.

You were surprised to see Evan, he hadn't been in there before.

“Settle down boys” Mrs. Jacobs told them before sending each guy off to a tutor, leaving Evan standing beside her. “You can head over to y/n” she pointed at you, you gave him a small smile when you glanced up. He looked unpleasant, like he didn’t want to be there.

He made his way over nonetheless. “Good afternoon” you say quietly, unsure if he heard you. He grumbles a hello as he sits down.

The first few minutes, it was quiet. He sat there flipping through his textbook and scribbling down answers into the notebook in front of him.

“Is there anything I can help you-” “I'm not stupid.”

You glance at him, eyes catching his blue ones looking back at you. “I never said you were.”

“I'm only here because I didn’t turn in my mid term project and now stupid Mr. Jefferson thinks I don't understand this shit” he explains himself.

You hum, glancing down at the notebook in front of him, pulling it towards you. Reading over the sheet, all the answers were right. A hum of satisfaction slips pass your lips as you slide the notebook back over to him.

“Not just another dumb jock then.” your eyes study his face after the statement. His lips curl into a small smile, a hum as he turns his attention back to his paper.

“So prep life must be dull - no parties, all study.”

“Who says prep kids don't party ?”

He chuckles, “maybe the lack of prep kids at the parties.” “I’ll have you know, I party plenty, Evan.”

Once again, he chuckles. “The phrasing of that statement shows that you clearly don’t- but call me Buck, all the guys do.” he slides the notebook over to you.

“Check this over, I'll be back” you watched as he stepped out of the study hall and disappeared into the hallway.

A few minutes pass by, you’re tired and in need of a nap but you blink away the tiredness to read his work. There’s a voice behind you and then you feel something heavy on your chair. Leaning back to figure out what it was, the back of your head hit something hard. You shift in your seat and look up to see your head has hit Buck’s torso.

“How's the work, peach ?” his voice is low, the drop in octave from before causes butterflies in your stomach.

Your brows furrow at the nickname, he noticed your confusion and glances down at your top and your eyes follow his only to see that your peach colour bra was sticking out from the top of your shirt.

You had stretched back into your seat when he stepped out and you hadn't noticed the shift in your clothing.

Pulling the top of your shirt back up, he smiles and returns to his seat. You clear your throat, head down and eyes on the work in front of you as you could feel the blush on your face.

“Um, the work is fine.”

“Do you have plans tonight ?”

“No, why?”

“Come with me to Johnson’s party, you can show me how prep kids party” he smiles, his words are teasing you- taunting you even. “I would, but my parents are out of town so I don’t have the car and I have to watch the house.”

“The house won’t disappear if you’re gone for a few hours and I'll pick you up then. What’s your address ?”

“Buck, I really shouldn't”

“Y/n, come on. Pull the stick out your ass for one night and enjoy senior year. You can go back to Harvard prep tomorrow.”

His word choice doesn't shock you, it’s quite on brand for him. He’s looking at you, waiting for your answer and you can't help but give in.

Taking the pen from him, you scribble your address and number on his notebook. “See you at 7?” picking your bag up before slinging it over your shoulder.

“7? Peach, the party doesn’t start ‘till 9. I’ll pick you up at 10:30.”

“Oh um- okay.” you hum, confused but you agree anyways.

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10:45 and you were sitting on your couch, glancing at your phone and back to the window.

You had been stood up once before but to be stood up by a jock, and a popular one ? Will be the death of any social life you had.

Finally there’s a knock on your door and you get up a little faster than you would have liked but you make your way over. Pulling it open, you met with Buck.

“Ready ?”

“Sure, let me grab my phone” you leave the door open, stepping back to the couch. Buck had disappeared from the doorway when you returned, you locked up and followed what looked like headlights to the driveway.

Buck sat on his bike, he scoots forwards a bit before patting the space behind him.

“No.” you mumble.

“What ?”

“I’m not getting on that thing.”

“That thing ? I'm offended. Come on, you’ll be fine.”

“Evan, no.”

Buck gets up, making his way over to you. His hands grab yours, looking at you now. “Y/n, I promise you that you’ll be fine. Can we go now ?”

“I’ll kill you if something happens to you” you grumbled as you reluctantly made your way over to the bike. Buck gets on first, you mirror his actions. Your hands were to your side, Buck reached back and wrapped them around his waist.

“You good back there ?”

“As good as I could be.”

The house, who you assumed belonged to Johnson’s parents, (you had no idea who Johnson was because you barely ever went to the football games) reeked of alcohol and weed.

Your face didn’t hide your displeasure as well as you thought it had. Buck chuckled as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

“So is this what you do ?” you shout over the loud music, Buck was saying hello to someone he knew and wasn't paying attention to what you had asked him.

You manage to wiggle your way out of his grip and find your way to the kitchen. It’s a few minutes later that Buck finds you sipping on a beer.

“You drink ?” he gives you a questionable look with a smile on his face.

“You brought me to a party so I'll do what people do at a party” you hum, leaning back against the counter. He finds his way to you, leaning back against the counter too.

“Enjoying the party ?”

“Not really, you kinda left me to talk to some guy for twenty minutes”

“That guy happens to be our star quarterback.”

“I care why?” you glance up at him. Buck’s face is pure amusement, you aren't sure if you’re the cause of that or something else but the way he's looking at you- you can feel the butterflies again.

“Buck!” a group of guys shout as they make their way into the kitchen. They all say hello to him, some are drinking, some are shoving chips into their mouths.

You stay quiet while Buck talks to them and judging by their varsity jackets, it was safe to assume that they were on the team with Buck.

“Who’s your friend ?” a brunette guy asks him, stepping towards you.

“I’m y/n, you are?” you ask before Buck could.

“Mike, call me Johnson.”

“Oh, so this is your place ? Cute house” you give him a smile, he laughs.

“How do you know Buck?” Johnson asks, he was nosy for a drunk guy.

“Just bumped into each other, we have class together” you lie, not sure if Buck wanted them to know how you really met, Buck gives you a small smile.

“You’re pretty, how about a dance ?” his hand grabs yours.

“Thanks but no thanks” you give a polite smile before pulling your hand away.

Johnson takes a step forward, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hip. “C’mon, dance with me” you could smell the alcohol on him- he reeked. You push his hand off, “I said no thank you” you tell him once more, being ever so polite.

“Y/n, c’mon, one dance baby” he takes another step, he’s now face to face with you. Before you could say anything, Buck is in front of you, between you and Johnson.

“Dude, she said no. Leave her alone.”

Buck’s sudden need to protect you was much appreciated. Usually if a guy did that, especially a jock, you’d be weird out because they never pay attention to you- but Buck, you had this indescribable feeling, pride, satisfaction, maybe even relief ?

“She’s not even your girl, why are you protecting her?”

“Doesn’t matter, she said no so get out of her fucking face.” Buck’s hand was against his chest, pushing him away as his other hand reached back for yours. It would be cheesy to say that your hand fit in his like it was made to be there but it was true.

Buck’s hand was still in yours as he pulled you out the back door. Your back was up against the wall as he stood in front of you.

“Are you okay ?” you could hear the concern in his voice - different from his usual tone.

At a loss for words, his eyes study your face. Johnson was a douche and he knew that, he mentally cursed himself for even bringing you here.

“Y/n.. talk to me” he takes a step towards you.

“Buck,” your hand presses against his chest, “I'm fine. It’s not the first time a drunk guy has hit on me”

A breath of relief slipped past his lips, “do you want to leave?” his face softens when he asks. “No, I'm alright.”

“Stay here, I'll be back” his hand comes down and squeezes your waist gently before he steps back into the house.

It was a while before Buck returned. He had disappeared into the house for half an hour and when he returned, you were by the pool with a pingpong ball in hand.

“Suck it!” your loud laugh filled his ears, you took a sip from the red cup in your hand and you watched as the guy across from you drank the beer in the cup that the ball landed in.

“Looks like you’re having fun” Buck smiles, now beside you.

“Hey!” you reeked of beer at this point. “I’m having fun” your words come out in a slurred mumble.

“Mhm okay, I think it’s time to head home” Buck takes the cup from you and sets it down.

“What ?” Your hand reaches for the cup again, a pout evident on your face.

Buck’s hands finds your waist, hoisting you up and over his shoulder. A louder than expected gasp left your mouth, you felt the cold breeze against your legs as he walked towards the front of the yard.

He put you down in the backseat of a car but you knew you came with his bike so you were confused, just as you go to ask, he scoots you over and gets in the back with you. Buck’s arm is over your shoulder, you’re so tired that you just lean into him.

You had noticed you fell asleep and when you woke, you were on the porch swing at your house with Buck’s hand in your pocket.

“Whatcha looking for?” he glances up at you when he hears your voice.

“Keys.”

“Other pocket”

He manages to find the keys and get the door open. Getting you in the house was another story. “Y/n, come on” he pulls your hands in an attempt to get you up but you weren’t budging.

What happened to you being a prep kid and not drinking ? He didn’t even think it was possible to get drunk that fast.

“No, tired” you mumbles, making yourself comfortable on the porch swing. “Do you want your parents to come home and find you here? I’m cool with leaving you here if that’s the case” Buck teased, he had no idea when your parents were coming home.

The mention of your parents finding you outside, drunk, horrified you. You got up so quick, you nearly toppled over. Buck helped you inside and onto the couch. He disappeared for a moment and then returned with a glass of water.

“Small sips” he settles beside you, watching as you take a sip. You hum, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm comes over your shoulder.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

He felt your head shift, now looking up at him, eyes full of sleep. You were studying his face, from the birthmark above his eye to his pink lips.

“I really like you, you know” your words filled with sleep as your eyes drooped, you blinked a few times, forcing yourself to stay awake.

Buck chuckles, “that’ll pass peach, I’m just a phase.” He hummed quietly, fingers running through your hair as you drift to sleep.

The Monday after the party, you saw Buck in the hallway after waking up to an empty house on the couch, head pounding even in the deafening silence and and you can’t quite remember how you got home.

Buck had been radio silence since then but you weren't sure why. He was walking in from the front doors and you were by your locker. You turn to speak to him but he barely glances at you before continuing his conversation with Johnson.

From that day, you never spoke to Buck again. Last you saw him was graduation day and last you had heard was that he was in college and you were headed off to Harvard.

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Present.

You had become a big shot lawyer, everything your parents wanted. Moved out to LA to start your own firm and everything was going well until this morning.

You had barely walked into the office when the fire alarm went off. The sudden alarm caused an onset of commotion in the office, the woman next to you bumped into you, spilling your hot cup of coffee onto you.

She mumbled a sorry as she passed but you could feel the heat coming from where the liquid had spilt. Nonetheless, you made your way out, the sound of the sirens from fire trucks blaring.

Not that you didn’t enjoy seeing the handsome firefighters (or so your co-workers seem to say) but you had a ton of paperwork to do for an upcoming case you had and you barely started.

You stood by the curb, watching as the firefighters made their way over to the crowd and into the building to clear it.

“Ma'am ?” A firefighter made his way over to you, there was a helmet in his hand as he passed a hand through his hair. You glance up from your phone, to see what he wanted.

“May I take a look?” his eyes shifted to your chest where there is currently a coffee stain on your white shirt. “Oh, thank you but no. I’m fine”

“Are you sure? Because that’ll leave a pretty nasty mark if you don't get it cleaned. If you aren’t comfortable, we have a female medic” he offered, hoping you’d consider.

“You’re a medic ?” you asked, looking him up and down. He nods, taking a step back. He begins walking back to the ambulance and you follow him. “Do you want me to get her?”

“No, you’re a professional, it’s cool” you give him a small smile before moving your shirt so he could check.

The firefighter’s hand was now right under your collarbone, dabbing at your skin with some gauze. His fingers were cold, you weren’t sure if it was actually his fingers or the gloves that were cold but either way you looked at him.

“What’s your name ?”

“Diaz, Eddie Diaz” he tells you, flashing you a smile before going back to his job.

You hum, staying still as Eddie rubs something on your skin.

That’s when you saw him.

The same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, the same gorgeous smile that always played in your mind. Not a day went by that you didn’t think of him. You had always wondered what he ended up doing, he was smart and destined for great things, there was more for him than a small life in a place where no one ever really did anything.

Every guy you had dated, you compared to him. It was always something- they didn’t look like him, they didn’t act like him, they didn’t treat you the way he did, they wouldn't stand up for you like he did.

He lived rent free in your mind.

“Ma'am?” Eddie’s voice broke your gaze. “Y/n,” you corrected him, “ma’am is for old women” your eyes going back to Buck. Eddie noticed your lack of attention and followed your gaze.

“Do you know Buck?”

“He still lets people call him that ?” you chuckle to yourself, feeling Eddie’s eyes burning a hole into you.

Before you could answer, his radio buzzed before a voice came through, “building’s clear. Start directing people back in.” Eddie looks over at you, you’re already getting out of the ambulance.

“Keep that clean and dry” were his last words to you after you left.

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It wasn’t until you were back in the building that you realized your phone was in the ambulance.

You were majorly screwed.

Remembering the medic’s name which was the only thing you remember mids the confusion and seeing Buck after 10+ years. You asked around the office if anyone knew what station responded to the call. You had contacts that worked for the city but the lack of phone made it hard for you to call and find out.

Finally giving in, you google the medic’s name. There were a few articles that had photos but none of them said anything that helped. There was a video from Taylor Kelly at channel 8 news, some sort of video about the fire station.

Station 118- that was 10 minutes down the road and you pass it everyday on the way to work. The thoughts began filling your head, had Buck been there all along?

12 years- 12 long, empty years that you acted like he didn’t exist and that you didn’t want to know what happened between you two but he was right down the road.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to talk to him. You had finally come to peace with it even though a part of you will always long for what could have been. Feelings aside, you set out to the station to get your phone.

Upon arriving, there were a few guys by the trucks. You asked for Eddie, assuming that he might have an idea of where your phone ended up or if they even found it.

“Up the stairs and he should be somewhere up there” the guy pointed, you thanked him before heading towards the stairs. When you got upstairs, it was empty.

You weren't sure if you should go back down or wait so you sort of awkwardly stood there, glancing around the room. The station was nicer than you had imagined it to be, not that you really had an idea of what to expect.

Your back was to the kitchen when someone tapped your shoulder. “Can I help you?” his voice called out as you turned.

Buck.

You let out a breath, your eyes studying his perfect face for a moment. Do you say something or just pretend like you didn’t know him?

“Yeah, I'm uh- I'm looking for Eddie. I think I left my phone in the ambulance.”

“Do I know you from somewhere ?”

“I work at the building down the road, 14th street. You guys were there earlier, hence the phone in the ambulance” you tell him, hoping he drops the topic.

“Y/n! Hey! What are you doing here?” You see Eddie call from behind Buck.

Thank god.

“I left my phone in the ambulance. I figured you’d know what happened to it” you’ve stepped past Buck and towards Eddie now. “I haven’t seen it, but maybe it’s still in there. Come with me, we can check for it”

Eddie was making his way down the stairs and you were behind him when Buck called your name.

Not y/n.

Peach.

You paused, taking a deep breath in before turning to face him. “I thought I remembered you from somewhere” he smiled, him and his stupid smile.

“I’m in a rush, Evan. Plus, I'm not in the mood to reminisce.”

The smile dropped from his face, the guilt crept up on you. The feeling of your stomach twisting, sighing before making your way down to Eddie who was by the ambulance, your phone in hand.

“There’s more to the story than I thought,” Eddie hands the phone over, you give him a hum and thank him. “Let me walk you out.” he follows you out to your car.

“You know, whatever he did- he’s changed. He’s a good guy.” Eddie says, his voice sincere.

“I know, I just- I don't know”

“What did he do? If I can ask”

“We were- I don't know what we were. We hung out in high school, just once but he was different from the other guys. He genuinely cared. We went to a party together and he brought me home after. I remember falling asleep with him in the house and the next morning he was gone. Total radio silence that whole weekend and when I saw him at school the following week, he acted like he didn’t know me - it was like that for the rest of senior year. We never spoke after that.”

Here you were pouring your heart out to a firefighter who you had only met an hour ago who also had seen your bare chest (in a professional way, of course) on a Tuesday morning in the parking lot.

“Wow- I can see why you wouldn’t want to talk to him.”

“Yeah, thank you for the phone though. I gotta get back to work”

“Wait, let me get your number”

You pause, looking at him with furrowed brows. He seemed confused then he realized how that sounded. “Oh god- no not like that, sorry. I meant maybe we could grab a drink sometimes, as friends and maybe you could tell me more about high school Buck ?”

“Um- yes to the number and drinks but I don’t know about Buck” you hand the phone back over to him, telling him that you’d text him.

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It was a while before you heard from Eddie, he said he was off on Saturday if you were up for drinks and weren't busy. The whole team was going out but he invited you along to join them.

After some back and forth “I couldn't intrude” and “you won’t be, come join us” you finally gave in.

Now it’s 9pm and you, Eddie and Buck are sitting at a booth. Coincidentally, everyone else was busy. Chimney and Hen who you hadn’t met yet, were with their significant others and kids. So that left the 3 of you together.

You wanted to walk back out when you saw it was only the two of them but Eddie had seen you and called you over. His phone buzzed just as Buck came back with drinks.

“Everything okay?” Buck asked his friend, Eddie, still typing away on his phone. “Huh? Yeah, it’s Carla. Chris is running a fever” you could hear the concern in his voice.

“Chris is your son?”

“Yeah- I'm sorry I got to go. I’ll make it up to you. Drinks on me another night” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze as he stood.

“No yeah, of course. Go, it’s fine” you smiled.

“Let me know if you need anything” Buck shifts towards Eddie, the two of them seem to have some sort of routine or way of how things work between them.

And now there were two.

Buck sipped on his beer, you sat across from him, your nails tapping against the bottle in front of you. He was the first one to speak.

“So, how have you been?”

“Good. You?”

“Good too. I don’t know if you remember my sister but she had a baby recently so I've been hanging out with her after work”

“Oh, that’s nice. Maddie right?”

“Yeah, she had a little girl. She’s the cutest little girl ever.” Buck pulls his phone out, showing you a photo of him holding a baby in a blanket with a brunette beside him. The woman beside him, Maddie you assumed, was smiling at Buck, fixing the blanket while he looked at the camera, the joy evident on his face.

“She’s adorable and your sister looks the same, she hasn’t aged a day” you hum, passing the phone over to him.

Back to awkward silence.

“What happened to us?” Buck’s question catches you off guard.

“What happened to us? You happened.”

“What? I thought we were friends.” Your eyes met, his full of confusion and yours with displeasure.

“Friends don’t disappear in the middle of the night with no explanation and ignore them for the rest of senior year.” You get up, grab your phone and make your way to the door. Buck’s calling out to you but you don’t want to stop and talk to him.

The night was cold, the wind hit your bare shoulders and you shivered for a moment before walking. Buck was still calling out your name, he had followed you out the bar.

“Y/n! Stop! Y/n, c’mon. Please!” His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull your hand back.

“No! You don’t get to do that. Act like everything is fine when you disappeared with no explanation. I know we weren’t best friends but I thought we were at least friends. That fucking hurt, Evan.”

“Fine,” he sighs, looking at you. “You want the truth ?” Your brows raised, waiting for him to continue.

“You told me you liked me. You were a good kid, going to Harvard, which you obviously did” gesturing at you, he continued. “I didn’t know what I wanted and I didn’t want you to feel like you needed to be by my side until I figured it out. I knew you would resent me for that and I couldn’t do that to you, I couldn’t do it to myself.”

“That’s selfish. It’s about you ? That’s why you left with no explanation ? You couldn’t do it to yourself ? Man the fuck up Buck, life isn’t about you.”

“You think I don’t know that ?! You think I didn’t think about you all the time? That I didn’t miss you?”

“Don’t start with that shit. You knew where I would be. You said it yourself, I was “a good kid, going to Harvard” so if you really missed me, you could have found me.”

“Y/n, be real. We were just out of high school, what means did I have to go searching for you? I had my own shit to deal with.”

“Just stop, I don’t even want to know.”

“No, you stop”

“No you.”

“Y/n” his voice was stern, the annoyance clearly there.

“Evan.” your tone matched his.

That stupid smug smile of his was on his face, that was enough to make you roll your eyes. “’Kay, I'm over your shit.” turning away from him, you go to walk away but his hand grabs yours.

Still fit like it was made to be there.

Before you could register what was happening, Buck’s lips were on yours. Maybe time stopped when Buck’s lips met yours but your heart didn’t- it felt like it was beating a million times seconds and the butterflies in your stomach were restless.

It wasn't clear to either of you at the moment that it had started pouring rain but it didn’t matter. There was this raw emotion in the way his hands felt on your waist or how his chest was pressed to yours.

Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t open his eyes slightly, sneaking a guilty peek at you just to make sure you weren’t a fiction of his imagination. Every breath he took smelt of lavender and honey, the same scent that had lingered on his mind since the day he met you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

Maybe this was meant to be, fate bringing back what was meant for him to him or maybe this really was all a fabrication of his imagination but he wanted to live in his moment forever.

It wasn't until thunder rumbled that he pulled away. The rain had soaked your clothes and hair, your makeup had smudged and half of your lipstick was on Buck.

The same stupid smug smile on his face.

“God,” rolling your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.” wiping your lips with the back on your hand, hoping that you got all the lipstick off.

“Yeah, I'm the annoying one” Buck’s face twisted, giving you a playful shove as you stepped towards him. Your thumb comes up to wipe the lipstick off him. Buck’s arm lifts, now over your shoulder.

The two of you looked at each other as you made your way down the street.

“Just a phase huh ?” you hum, glancing at Buck.

The blonde let out a chuckle, “maybe not.”

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stanathanxoox · 1 year

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Coming Home To You

Thank you to @creativepromptsforwriting for these prompts; Twenty-Fourth Day of Gift-Giving: Twenty-Four Touches. There will be more of these fics to come as they are a work in progress but I hope you like what I have so far

Stanathanxoox

Whispering, lips almost touching the ear – Evan Buckley x reader

It had been a tiring day, case after case had come through the station since you had started your 16 hour shift at the fire station, and the first thing you did as you walked into the apartment and found your girlfriend of eight months standing at the bench cooking dinner was smile as you toed off your shoes and hang up your jacket. You couldn’t be happier to see her and as you made your way into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around her waist as you lean down and whisper in her ear

“It’s my favourite part of the day to come home to you my sweet Y/N” she tilts her back and you feel her whole body hum before she whispers

“I love coming home to you too Evan, your my favourite part of every day” she whispers and you beam.

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littleoddwriter · 2 years

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Buckley x gender-netrual reader who is blind headcanons

Evan "Buck" Buckley x Blind!GenderNeutral!Reader | Headcanons

Hey there! Thanks for the request, I hope you like these! And I hope that the points I've made are okay. I've done some research and tried to make it as general and accurate as I possibly can, but since I'm not visually impaired/blind, I can't talk from experience, of course. Any pointers or constructive criticism are welcome! <3

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Blind!Reader; Visual Impairment; Disability; Mention of Ableism.

Taglist: @gnrlkenob @plat-the-cat

With being blind, you face certain difficulties every day, and dating has always been one of those - social interactions as a whole, really; but as it turns out, Buck is probably the best possible catch you could have ever made.

In the beginning, he often runs his mouth and makes things awkward, but only because he's nervous as a whole, and it usually doesn't even have to do with your blindness, but literally anything else.

As time passes and you've been in a serious relationship for a while, though, nothing truly awkward comes up again, and your blindness is never a real issue. Of course it sometimes causes problems, but more for yourself, rather than him.

And when it does interfere with your daily life more than usual, Buck is ready to listen to you and do whatever you ask him to, so he can help you out and make things easier on you, if you need/want it.

If you're ever feeling down because of ableist comments you've received, Buck's there to comfort you. He assures and reminds you of the things you can do, of the fact that nobody is 'normal', and that you are your most amazing self just the way you are.

Also, whenever you may feel like you need help with some bureaucracy or other things he can't help you with, he's always got Carla's number right there for you, willing to call her and ask for her help.

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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

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armageddontyoudare · 3 years

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First Impressions

(Evan Buckley x Reader)

I really hope you like this, @jessa-21 ! And I'm really sorry for being so late!!

Y/n was running around the apartment she share with her boyfriend and their daughter, making sure everything looked perfect. After all, Evan's parents were meeting them for the first time.

Buck was in the kitchen, making a nice dinner, one that his parents would (hopefully) enjoy.

Their 3 year old toddler, Olivia, was in her nursery, putting her toys in their respective places.

"Evan, which wine should we put out?" Y/n looked up at him. He thought for a bit. "Should I call Maddie?"

Y/n sighed. "I'm putting out the red. Is dinner ready?"

Buck nodded. "Is it just me, or are you more paranoid than usual?" He chuckled.

Y/n swatted his arm. "I'm meeting your parents for the first time, Buck. I wanna make a good impression!"

Buck chuckled, putting the Shepherd's pie in the oven as Olivia ran into the kitchen. "My room is clean!!" The three year old grinned from ear to ear. Olivia looked almost exactly like her mother, but she had her father's beautiful blue eyes.

Buck grinned as the doorbell rang. "Just in time."

Y/n ran to the door and nervously brushed herself off. Buck kissed her cheek. "They won't bite." He reassured her. "I hope." He added with a chuckle. Y/n rolled her eyes and opened the door to see Evan's parents, excited to meet their grandchild.

"Mom, dad." Buck smiled and briefly hugged them.

"And you must be Y/n, right?" His mother, Margaret, smiled and extended her hand. Y/n smiled nervously and shook it.

"It's very nice to meet you, Y/n." His father, Philip, nodded.

"It's nice to finally meet you too, Mr. Buckley." Y/n smiled. "Please! Come in, Olivia is waiting inside." Y/n led them inside.

Olivia was hiding behind Evan's leg. "Dad, who's that." She pointed to her grandparents. Evan chuckled and picked her up.

"They, are my mommy and daddy. Your grandparents." He smiled at her. Olivia's eyes lit up. "Really?? Hi!!!" She squealed and jumped out of her father's arms and into her grandfather's.

Philip chuckled nervously and held his granddaughter. They seemed to be getting along well enough but Margaret had a look of unease on her face.

"Mrs. Buckley, are you okay?" Y/n asked, worried. "Oh, no dear. I'm fine." Y/n nodded. "Come in, please." she smiled.

While Philip was gladly entertaining his granddaughter with Y/n, Margaret pulled Buck aside.

"Mom... what's wrong?" he questioned, his brows furrowed.

"Look, Evan...Buck, as lovely Y/n seems, I'm worried. The pair of you are so young, you have a three year old and you're not even married! I understand if you're only staying for Olivia's sake-"

"Is that what you think?" He asked softly.

"Well, of course. You're young. You have your entire life ahead. And you feel guilty for-"

"For what? Finding the one I love? Starting a family? Being a good parent unlike the pair of you?" He was getting visiblly irritated.

"Mom, I don't regret any of this. I only regret inviting you." He gritted his teeth and walked off. Margaret was annoyed. This wasn't what she wanted for her son.

But she didn't have the right to decide for him. Not anymore.

Somehow, they went through dinner without a fight breaking out, even though the atmosphere was quite uneasy. Despite this, Olivia had managed to keep their spirits up.

Philip and Margaret Buckley finally left right after dessert. Buck faceplanted on the couch the second they left.

Y/n had just put Olivia to bed. She sat down beside her boyfriend. "What did she say?" She asked, stroking Buck's soft curls.

He rested his head in her lap. "She said I was only sticking around for Olivia because I felt guilty." He explained, glum.

"Well, are you?" Y/n asked softly.

Buck shook his head.

"Then I don't see the issue. Look, from what I can tell, Philip is quite okay with us, and he adores Olivia. If your mother has issues with this, she can keep them to herself and out of your head." She kissed his forehead.

"We good?"

He nodded.

"I love you so much, you know that?" He grinned goofily.

Y/n chuckled, "I love you too."

The night, Buck fell asleep next to the love of his life, and finally decided he would ask her to take the next step with him.

She would say yes....right?

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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I'll Be There (part 3)

Evan "Buck" Buckley x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Also the photos are just to show the outfit, not what I am picturing the reader to look like. Please imagine your gorgeous self in one these dresses or even in a dress you may want to wear for this.

Masterlist

9-1-1 Masterlist

I'll Be There Masterlist

Evan "Buck" Buckley Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is Christopher's teacher & is the one who saved Christopher during that day. Buck slowly starts to fall for her.

BUCK'S POV:

I left Eddie's place around midnight, and got an Uber home. I couldn't wait to see Y/N again.

She text me her address not too long after we hung up the phone from one another. I could hardly sleep because I was so excited.

I randomly thought of what Eddie said. It made me wonder even more about Y/N, but I will not push it. We all have our own back stories to tell.

I have no idea what time I went to bed at but I did wake up around noon. I realised I had no idea where I should take Y/N for dinner tonight. All the nice places will need reservations.

I decided to call someone who owed me a favour. I called the head chef Daniel, of the The NoMad Rooftop. He always told me if I needed anything, to call him.

I had to call him a couple of times, but he finally picked up. Daniel and I talked for a few moments before I asked him.

"Daniel. I am calling in that favour. I need a reservation for tonight, for around 6:20, for two."

"Let me see what I can do. Just give me a second Buck. I have to check the book first." I heard him yell for the someone to bring him the reservation book. I can hear odd bits of the conversation.

"Hey Buck. I can get you in for 6:30 tonight. It is under the name Evan Buckley."

"Thanks Daniel, I owe you one."

"Buck, no you don't. You saved my Dad's life and I can never repay you for that, but I gotta go. See you tonight. I'll come out and say hi when I get a chance."

"See you Daniel. Thank you once again." Then I ended the call and grabbed something to eat and watched some TV.

Before I knew it, it was always 3:30. I figured I would just get ready. I know I may be early, but I figured I could go to the Fire Station and see everyone. I already have a feeling Eddie opened his big mouth and told everyone. Also Y/N doesn't live that far from the Station as well.

I had a shower and stood infront of my closet trying to pick out the perfect outfit. I can feel myself start to get nervous, but I had to pull myself together. It had had been a long time since I have gone on a date like this, and I just want Y/N to like me.

By the time I was ready, the clock said it was 4:30. I might as well head out now. So I got in my vehicle and drove to the 118 Station.

I parked and got out of my vehicle and walked into the Station. I noticed the time on the wall and it said it was 5:00, so that means everyone is having dinner.

The moment Eddie saw me, he let out a whistle. The team looked up and noticed me standing there.

"Looking good Buck. Got a date I heard tonight." Hen said to me with a big smirk on her face.

"Yeah man, you like nice. You actually own some nice clothes I see." Chim said to me.

I tried to sit down, but Eddie wanted to take a photo and send it to Christoper. So I just put my hands in my pockets and gave him my best model pose.

I sat next to Bobby and we talked for until it was time for me to leave.

"I gotta get going. I have to pick Y/N up for 6. Our reservations are for 6:30, and you know how traffic can be."

The group said goodbye, and just as I was almost out of ear shot I heard Eddie yell. "REMEMBER WHAT I SAID BUCK." I just raised my hand and waved to let him know I heard him.

I put Y/N's address in the GPS and it took me a total of eight minutes to get to her place. I was just about to get out of the car to go to her apartment to get her, but she beat me to it.

Y/N was walking towards me and she looked breathtaking. Her hair and makeup were simple but her dress was just gorgeous.

I got out of my vehicle as fast as I could. I met her just as she got to me.

"Y/N you look gorgeous and I mean gorgeous. No angel can compare to you right now." I said to her as I took her one hand in mine and gave her hand a kiss.

"Always a charmer I see Buck." Y/N said to me.

I walked her to the passenger side door and held it open for her. I helped her get in and I closed the door once I made sure she was in the vehicle.

I got in the drives seat and we were on our way to NoMad.

"You look very nice Buck. Blue is diffently your colour."

"Are you trying to flirt with me Y/N?" I asked with a small smile on my face as I quickly looked over at her.

"I was trying but I am telling the truth. You look so nice Buck."

I wanted to blush at her words but I didn't thank God.

We got stuck some traffic just like I said we would, which is fine but I did get nervous that we were going to be late for our reservation.

We made it to the hotel with a few moments to spare. I had Y/N wait in the car as I rushed to her side. I held my arm out to her and she put her arm through mine. I felt butterflies as she stood close to me. I handed my keys to the valet.

We walked inside the hotel and grabbed the elevator to reach the Rooftop restaurant.

"Reservation for two. Under the name Evan Buckley." I said to the hostess.

"Yes, there you are. Please follow me. Chef Daniel made sure your table had the best view of the city."

I heard Y/N let out a small gasp as she saw the view from our table. It was gorgeous.

The two of us sat down and the hostess put our menu's on the table.

"Here are your menus. Your waiter, Eric will be with you momentarily. Enjoy." Y/N and I said thank you.

"Buck, how in the world did you get a reservation for this place? You usually have to make reservations well in advance for this place."

"Well Y/N, I know the Head Chef. He owed me a favour."

Before she could say anything, our waiter Eric came and introduced himself and took our drink order.

"You know the Head Chef?"

"Yes, I called him this after and called in the favour he owed me. Even though when I met him, I insisted that he didn't need to do anything for me, I was just doing my job."

Eric placed our drinks on the table and we told him we still needed some time to look over the menu.

"What did you do Buck?" Y/N asked me as she took a sip of her drink.

"I was out getting coffee for everyone at the Station on my way to work, as it was my turn. I heard a woman scream and I watched as her husband collapsed onto the floor. I rushed over to her, instructed her to call 911 and I started to do CPR on her husband until the paramedics arrived. He was having a cardiac arrest. A few days after that, the same woman came to Fire Station and thanked me for saving her husband's life. Her son was with her when she came and her son is Daniel, the Head Chef."

Eric came over and we told him our orders and I continued my story.

"Daniel gave me his number and told me he owed me and to call him for any thing since I saved his Dad's life. I wasn't going to use the favour but I wanted to take you somewhere nice."

"Ohh Buck, I would of been happy with going to the bar or even to a food court."

I reached across the table and ran my thumb over her knuckles. "Y/N, I know we just met, but I can tell you now, that you truly deserve the world and I am not just saying that because you saved Christopher's life. There is something about you Y/N L/N."

Part 4

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meltingsandwhich · 3 years

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Planning your wedding with Eddie Diaz would include...

Honestly Eddie doesn't care as long as he's married to you

Buck is obviously the best man

Both of you asking for Christopher's opinion (he was the first to know about your engagement)

Sometimes you're a little indecisive, it takes you a long time to pick something

"Cmon hurry up and pick something (Y/N)!"

Going dress shopping with Maddie, Athena, and Hen

Eddie talking to Bobby, because he's nervous about marrying you

You and Eddie getting a little stressed about planning

So you both asking ideas

"No Buck, we are not having EDM playing "

Athena coming to your aid on the big day

You talking to Christopher and asking how he feels

He was really excited about it

Everything goes to according to plan on the big day

Eddie literally smiling like an idiot the entire time at you

Him feeling like he can love someone again thanks to you

Thanks for reading!

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jibber-jibber-chicken-dinner · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic with Eddie x Reader’s first date

Eddie Diaz x Reader ㅡ request

♡ Title: This Is The Start (Of Something Beautiful)

♡ Word Count: 1,112 words.

♡ Relationship: Eddie Diaz x Reader (Gender Neutral!)

♡ Rating: General Audiences

♡ Warning: Not Applicable

♡ Summary: Tonight's the night; you and Eddie are going on your first official date together as a new couple. After waiting through your worries and insecurities, Eddie's presence reminds you that relationships don't have to be perfect for your partner to be perfect for you.

♡ Beta: Not Beta Read

♡ Notes: Requested by the lovely @lonely-writer, we hope you enjoy this little one shot!

You nervously paced the room upon receiving a text from Eddie that he was coming to pick you up at 7 p.m.; in fifteen minutes.

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror by your front door, nervously worrying your lip between your teeth, unsure if you looked good enough. You thought you looked okay, but for your first date with Eddie, you wanted to look better than just okay.

You snapped a photo of yourself in the mirror with your phone and texted the photo to Buck;

At 6:46 p.m.: Does this look okay? Eddie and I are going out tonight. First date.

Buck at 6:46 p.m.: Right, how could I forget, you and Eddie have only brought it up to me like 15 thousand times, Y/N.

He sent a laughing and a wink emoji so you knew he was only teasing.

Buck at 6:47 p.m.: You look amazing. But Eddie likes YOU not your clothes. Have fun!

You smiled at the texts from Buck and sighed, pocketing your phone and continued to look yourself over in the mirror. You still worried it was too casual, or not casual enough; you didn't know where Eddie was planning on taking you. He'd wanted it to be a surprise.

Your phone chimed and you fished it out, surprised to see a photo attachment of Carla sitting with Christopher on the couch. She'd written a message, as well:

Carla at 6:50 p.m.: Have fun tonight!

Carla had sent a crazy amount of kissing and wink emojis which made you chuckle to yourself. Your heart swelled at the cheesy grin Christopher wore (and what looked like a smudge of pasta sauce on his chin; adorable). You were so attached to him and Eddie already.

You sent Carla a quick Thank you! before resting your phone on your thigh after sitting by the front door; not the classiest of positions to wait for your date in, but you were a bundle of nerves and excitement.

Soon enough, there was a knock at the door and you stumbled to your feet in less than two seconds; you peaked out through your peephole and sure enough, there was Eddie standing outside your door. You swallowed your nerves and took a deep inhale through your nose before opening the door.

Upon seeing you, Eddie’s face split into a grin. “God, Y/N,” he said, his voice full of fondness for you (and that alone was enough to make you blush; Eddie was fond of you!). “You look... Wow.” He bit his lip and chuckled nervously.

“You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself, Diaz.” You giggled, allowing him to step past your door frame before leaning forward to meet his lips in a kiss. His arms snaked around your middle, he held you close and squeezed you gently before pulling his lips away to lean his head back and look you over while holding you in his arms.

“I have never in my life seen someone as breathtaking as you.” He whispered and you blushed a deep shade of red. “Shut up,” you mumbled embarrassedly. “I must look like a tomato.”

You went to pull yourself away and out of his arms, but he held on firmly and gently at the same time. “Well then you are the best looking tomato I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s cheesy.” You teased, laughing and leaning forward to peck his lips before pulling away (this time he let you go) and rocking on the balls of your feet. “So where are we going? Am I dressed appropriately?”

“Didn’t Buck already tell you you look fine?”

“How did you-” You stopped upon realizing that Buck must’ve told Eddie you were nervously asking for his fashion advice. “That traitor.” You said light-heartedly. Eddie laughed.

“So Buck knows...?” You asked. “Knows where you’re taking us, I mean.”

“Well somebody had to help me pick some place nice enough to take you; I’m shit at planning these things.”

“Eddie, you know you could have taken us to McDonald’s and I would have been over the moon the entire time.”

The man rolled his eyes. “This is our first official date as a couple; I want it to be special, Y/N. I don’t date casually, and I haven’t even dated at all since Shannon-”

He cut himself off, a shadow falling over his eyes that’d been bright when he’d walked through your door. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, clearing his throat, and he cast his eyes down at the carpet.

“Hey.” You said softly, reaching out and lightly touching his arm over his shirt sleeve. He didn’t look up. You frowned.

“Eddie,” you said, more firmly this time. He looked up then. “I know how hard this probably is for you,” you began, taking both his hands in your own. “You know I’m not here to rush you. We’ll take this at your pace. But I need you to know how deeply I care for you and Christopher; I’d never do anything to hurt either of you. You’ve been hurt enough, both of you.” You said the last part quietly.

Eddie bit his lip and swallowed, trying to look away again but you caught his chin gently before he could do just that. He let out a shaky sigh and he nodded.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin atop his shoulder, squeezing him against you gently. “You deserve good things, too, Eddie.”

At that, you felt a tremor go through his body and felt him nod while his head rested against your own.

You pulled back only slightly to look him in the eyes. You lifted a brow, “Care to share where you’re taking us now?”

At once, his bright smile was back on his face and your heart skipped a bit. He chuckled and nodded. “Fine, fine. We’re going to Massilia in Santa Monica. I made the reservations, and we should probably get going if we want to get there at least a bit earlier than the reservation’s time.”

You squeezed his hands in yours. “Okay. Let me lock up and I’ll meet you in your truck.” You said.

He kissed your temple and headed out the door. You punched in the digits for the alarm before you grabbed your keys and a denim jacket in case the temperature dropped after dinner and you both decided to go for a walk.

You locked your door and hurried outside to where Eddie waited by the passenger’s side, door open. You blushed a little and shyly smiled at him before hopping inside.

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