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erina-writes-headcanons · 2 years

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Akashi Seijūrō, Hanamiya Makoto, Nash Gold Jr, and Nijimura Shūzō with S/O Visiting Them and The Team Didn't Know About It.

This is the second part of the KnB Captains with S/O who are visiting them and The Team didn't know about it until they are coming to give them a visit. I hope you like it @pillow-anime-infos!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities and misogynistic/misandry slurs.

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Akashi Seijūrō

In my opinion, Rakuzan players and basketball players know that Akashi probably already have a girlfriend/boyfriend as Reo would get jealous of whoever it is since he has a crush on him.

Afterall, Akaashi is charming, charismatic, smart, good looking and gentleman so many people have a crush on him either they are female or male students.

The team are surprised that is you who are dating Akashi, especially Reo who would get jealous of you (but I believe he is respectful so he wouldn't try to steal him away from you and he doesn't want to treat you badly).

Mayuzumi might respect your space, not trying to come up to you and harass you with many questions because I believe he knows what it feels like and how uncomfortable it gets when you get surrounded or he just doesn't care about you.

He secretly feels a little bit scared and worried about you, he knows the 'Boku-shi' of Akashi aren't only intimidating and smart, Boku-shi Akashi can destroy whoever stands in his way and are very tyrannical.

But Hayama and Nebuya would not think twice before coming up to you and surrounding you before they introduced themselves and questioned your relationship with Akashi.

Unlike Moriyama, the two of them are just genuinely curious and want to be your friend. They want to know how Akashi treats you, especially Hayama.

Akashi might let you interact with them but he would be a little bit overprotective when you start feeling a little bit uncomfortable once Hayama and Nebuya getting too friendly and notices Reo's jealous glare at you.

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The regimen of Rakuzan's basketball training isn't only hard but also brutal but those are the reason why Rakuzan has won three winter cups, making the school one of the strongest kings. All of the Rakuzan basketball players in the gym were training hard for the upcoming next winter cup.

From far away, the captain of Rakuzan players could be seen as he was watching all of the team members playing styles, especially the uncrowned kings. Hayama Kotarō the small forward, Nebuya Eikichi the center, and Reo Mibuchi the shooting guard even though there is one more player with Kuroko's play style, Chihiro Mayuzumi.

After a long observation among the Rakuzan players, Akashi had an idea for the basketball training to increase all of the team member's skills so they wouldn't lose later in the tournament. Upon observing, his ears picking up sounds of footsteps getting closer and the door opening.

A tall man with black swept-back hair with a gray stripe on each side and wrinkle on the sides of his lips came up with some file papers in his arms before pulling out a whistle and blowing it out as all of the Rakuzan team members stops their practice and glancing up to pay attention to their coach.

"Everyone, I would like to have all of your attention. I have quick news for everyone to hear," Coach Shirogane spoke.

"What is it Sensei?" Akashi trudges to the old man slowly, wondering what kind of news.

"Since we are getting more players, we have more than just one manager other than Higuchi-san. The new manager has not come yet but she/he/they will come soon after their/her/his club activity. Akashi-san, I would also like you to show the new manager around" Coach Shirogane asked a favor.

"Very well, I would show the new manager around," Akashi takes the responsibility from coach Shirogane.

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Sooner or later, another doorstep and a knock on the door could be heard and the coach of Rakuzan gently pulls the door open before moving aside to let the person gets inside. All eyes were on you, including Akashi who are quite surprised by your sudden appearance. The coach didn't tell him that the new manager he was talking about is you.

A pair of (E/C) eye colors takes a glance at everybody inside the gym before your eyes meet with Akashi's heterochromatic eyes and put a little smile as a greeting but in a subtle way, so it wouldn't catch the other player's attention and starts questioning the two of you. You prefer not getting swarmed by the Rakuzan players.

The sound of a whistle can be heard before it catches everyone's attention and you can feel yourself slightly shrinking in fear because everyone's attention is on you.

"Attention everyone. This is your new manager, their/her/his name is (Y/N) (L/N). She/he/they are going to handle the upcoming trains along with Higuchi-san as well as preparing drinks for everyone and other necessities. (L/N)-san, I would like you to introduce yourself to everyone," Coach Shirogane explained.

"Hello everyone. my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be the upcoming manager of this team. I am also the first year and I'm looking to spend my time with everyone in here, please take care of me," You bow down, showing respect to everyone and being polite.

"Everyone is dismissed."

One by one all of the Rakuzan players left you alone but they stopped as you came up to Akashi with a plastic bag in your hand and gave it to your boyfriend," I made a bento for you. Don't forget to eat when you have a break," you smiled.

"Thank you for making these, (Y/N)-chan/kun," Akashi gently pat the crown of your head, surprising everyone in the team.

A chorus of 'EEEHH?!' and 'WHAT?!?!' could be heard from Hayama and Nebuya's mouths along with Reo Mibuchi and Mayuzumi's widened eyes as the two of them stared at you and Akashi with surprise.

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Hanamiya Makoto

I am going to ask you. How to be brave and daring like you? seriously. Dating Hanamiya is one thing but getting inside of SPIDER ENCLOSURE?!?! You are asking for death.

Either you can handle everyone even those who are as bad as Hanamiya or you don't know what you just got into and are surprised as hell when you see the way how the team plays against the rival.

Even though his teammates are not as bad as Hanamiya but they still can be dangerous since almost all of them aren't afraid to injure their opponent so you have to be careful.

As you visit your boyfriend Hanamiya, most of the teammates don't really react but it was either because they don't really care that you just came to visit Hanamiya.

Expect Hara, the player who had a fringe that covered his whole eyes and often chewed bubblegum. Once his eyes laid on you, he was curious about your identity and your relationship with Hanamiya.

He doesn't speak too much but he would in fact act a little bit creepily but not in a perverted way. He would just come up to your face and inspect you from up to down before he teases you (either teasing about your hair, height, eye color, etc.)

Seto wouldn't come up to you and acting creepy like Hara did but when he opens his eyes (done with his slumber) and looks at you, he doesn't hesitate to look up at you up and down but unlike Hara, he's doing it in a perverted way.

As the rest of the team such as Yamazaki, Furushiro and Matsumoto wouldn't really care but they do get a little bit curious because they knew no one has the ability to handle Hanamiya's sadism and mean treatment.

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It was in the afternoon and almost all the students either went home or joined the club activity and you were preparing lots of boxes as well before inserting some foods. You didn't really want to be the manager of the basketball team but you remember clearly the words that 'he' said to you, more like a threat since he kind of an asshole and often annoys you on purpose just for shit and giggles.

Each lunch box contained Rice with Japchae on the sides but it was not only those two, there were braised beef short ribs, cut fruits, and a small bar of chocolate. It wasn't really fancy food but it was better than nothing as well as adding more chocolate for your boyfriend since he is a dark chocolate lover.

After trying the plastic bag with the drink, you look at the clock on the wall and your eyes widened before grabbing all of the tied plastic bags, backpack, and a note before rushing out from your house and going back to school by a bicycle since it's faster rather than walking by feet where it takes twenty minutes whereas cycling only needs ten minutes.

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You finally arrive in front of the building before parking out your bicycle and taking all of the plastic bags carefully from the basket without dropping all of them, 'You better not get pissed off and get all cranky or I will throw these lunches at your face' (Y/N) silently cursing at their/her/his boyfriend.

Since both of your hands were occupied by the plastic bags and the backpack, the door of the gym was slammed open by the force of your feet by kicking it open. The sound of the door slamming open catches the attention of all players in Kirisaki Daiichi, including your jerk boyfriend.

He has a pale ivory skintone, shoulder-length dead black hair that was parted with some locks, and greyish brown eyes and he is the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi. His eyes laid on you and his frown was replaced with a smile but it wasn't a genuine smile but rather his teasing and arrogant grin that he shows around his rival.

"Hey baby, why are you here~" he innocently asks, acting as if he didn't pull the yesterday stunt.

"DON'T HEY BABE ME, CATERPILLAR EYEBROWS! YOU LITERALLY FORCED ME TO BE THE BASKETBALL TEAM MANAGER AND TOLD ME TO MAKE BENTO FOR EVERYONE!" You shouted.

"I did? Oh, I didn't know that? What proof do you have that I forced you to be the team's manager?" He continues teasing you and acting coy.

Snarling at his stupid and annoying antics, you finally use the last enforcement to shut Hanamiya up "Continue teasing me and I will remove the chocolate bar in your lunch box. Also, I won't give you the drink that you forgot at your home and I will throw the towel away," you threatened the captain of Kirisaki Daiichi.

The threat not only made Hanamiya smirk replaced with an annoyed frown but also made everyone freeze in fear except the player who keeps popping the bubblegum and chewing it before he spits it out on a piece of paper and threw it to the nearest bin. "Fine, but you would regret it after threatening me. Now I need you to introduce yourself to everyone in here or else," he said.

"...The name's (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be your manager. I am also Hanamiya's girlfriend/boyfriend," Your eyes met with the rest players, not really scared of them even though they are notorious players for harming their rivals.

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Nash Gold Jr.

If Kirisaki Daiichi is a Spider enclosure, JABBERWOCKY IN FACT A WOLF DEN. I'M ASKING HOW ARE YOU NOT SCARED OF THE PLAYERS OF JABBERWOCKY.

Don't take them lightly, ever. Even though Nash Gold is your boyfriend and he could protect you from the other players, the team can be very brutal.

If you have read the Manga (or seen the Jabberwocky episode page) or seen the scene Nash kicked Kuroko, almost all of the Jabberwocky players are not afraid to harass women (sexually) and men (physically).

Even though Nash is an asshole, you need to be always around him when you are with the team and don't go alone (If you are a woman because in the manga Silver was forcing himself on the woman) or just stay away from them (if you are a male because they won't interact with you).

The team might be all curious when they saw you for the first time and they may act like all buddies to each other but I believe they don't enjoy is someone tries to get inside of their circle and befriend all of them so please stay away from them.

Let Nash introduce you and makes you get closer to the team because I believe all of his teammates only listen to him and no one else.

Silver might be trying to get close to you if you are a woman or good looking but believe me. He is only trying to get inside your pants and screw you so make some space.

The team might too but it's not as obvious as Silver because The team is scared of Nash more than Silver. Yes, Silver is scared of Nash but I believe Silver is Closer to Nash so there are lots of times Jason Silver did act like an Asshole to Nash Gold and Nash let him be since they both are close.

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A pair of (E/C) eye color staring back at you with a frown etched on their face instead of a beautiful smile. The person in the reflection of the mirror is wearing a nice golden sequin mini dress or a red leather zipper jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it and a pair of ripped jeans.

Even though the clothes that they wore were really nice, (Y/N) (L/N) wasn't happy at all. Instead, they/he/she was scared to meet his boyfriend's teammates. You watched their play with the team of Strsky in Japan and the way they teased the rival of the team wasn't only mean but it was just so disgusting and low.

"(Y/N)!! HURRY UP! ARE YOU DONE CHANGING?!" The golden blonde basketball player yells from outside of the house.

"COMING!!!" You called back, quickly taking the small handbag on the table and getting outside of the house before going inside his car and going to the club together. Nash wanted you to meet everyone on his team while you don't want to meet them all. Their play reminded you that all of them aren't really nice people to hang around with.

You know you're not suppose judging people from the cover and you have done bad things in your life but you never go as far as hurting other people out of arrogance and just for fun. You could be violent at times but it's just to defend yourself from some assholes that try to harm you and your friends.

The car arrives near the club and there is loud music from inside the building. There are sounds of people laughing from inside and chatting, 'Okay...this might be not really bad...I hope' you silently pray and open the car door before stepping outside of the car and slamming the door of the car close. Preparing your mentality by taking a deep breath and walking beside Nash.

Nash pushes the door away, letting you get inside first and this sweet yet small action from him makes you couldn't help but smile a little bit, "Thanks babe" you gently peck his cheeks.

"No problem babe. Now let's sit on the seat that I already booked," he gently places his hands around your waist before he drags you to the VIP lounge of the club on the rooftop. You were surprised that Nash can book a VIP seat since it's usually expensive.

Once you were dragged to the VIP lounge of the club, the glass door was pushed away and showed all of the Jabberwocky players and you recognize all of them. They were laughing with each other and it seems like they were just bunch of teenagers but you knew better that these guys can be dangerous.

The tallest player in Jabberwocky with piercings on his ears and lower lip, silver hair, and dark skin notices you standing next to Nash Gold and the corner of his lips tugged upwards in a condescending grin just like the way when he was making fun of Vorpal Sword team and your gut feeling telling you that he is going to make fun of you.

"YO NASH! WHO'S NEXT TO YOU? IS THAT YOUR WHORE/GIGOLO!?!?" Silver shouted, earning laughter from the team but it immediately stopped when they see the cold glare from Nash's eyes.

"Don't call my girlfriend/boyfriend by those disgusting names, Silver...remember what happened that night...." Even though Nash spoke it in a calm tone, you knew Nash is pissed off and he never bluffs when he makes a threat. When those words are spoken out, Silver immediately shut his mouth.

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Nijimura Shūzō

Nijimura is the Captain of Teiko School and Generation miracles too where they were still in the first years. Because of this, many people respect him a lot.

As Nijimura's S/O, you catch lots of eyes looking and staring at you with curiosity and awe. Girls are jealous of you and Guys jealous because their captain had someone dating him whereas they are still single.

Even though many team members respect you and Nijimura. There is one person who harasses you sometimes and stops when Nijimura is around since Nijimura can kick his ass.

If you guess it was Haizaki, you are one million percent correct about that one. If you are female or nonbinary but with feminine traits, Haizaki would nonstop touching you and flirt with you.

If you are he/him or nonbinary with masculine traits. He would force you to give him your lunch money and if you didn't give it to him, he would most likely beat you up.

Of course, Nijimura would protect you away from Haizaki and sometimes he even would ask GOM or his friends to look out for you and immediately tell him if Haizaki trying to approach you.

Everyone on the team except Haizaki is surprisingly friendly around you, especially Momoi who would be happy to be your friend and tries to drag you out to hang out with you along with Aomine too.

Don't forget Kuroko too. He might be shy the first time when he was interacting with you but he was really nice because I can see he would also love to hang out with you (and yes Nijimura would trust you more with Kuroko and Momoi).

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The school was hectic, especially club activity where lots of first strings of Basketball players are training for the upcoming basketball tournament. Everyone was sweating, including the captain of First Strings, he has short black hair with his bangs parted to the left and a pair of light grey eyes, Nijimura Shūzō.

"SCREEN YOUR OPPONENTS AND DON'T LET THE RIVAL GET AWAY!" He commanded the team members, teaching some players how to do the screening along with the Generation of Miracles as his hands takes one of the balls and passed it to the other players.

The team follows their captain instruction where the seniors are trying to do the screening their junior although they had a difficulty since the Generation of Miracles are far stronger than the others and it causes the other team getting tired easily, including Nijimura who also gotten tired from all of the practice that they held for along time ago.

Seeing this, Momoi had an idea before she rushes outside of the gym to search for a certain someone with (H/C) Hair color, (E/C) eye color, and (S/C) skin color to help her with taking care of all the basketball teams. The girl saw (Y/N) from far away and she runs up to her (Y/N)-chan/-kun!! I need your help with something!!" She said.

"Oh hey, Momoi-san. What do you need help with?" You ask the pink-haired basketball manager.

"It's the team member. Could you help me go to the cafeteria and bring all of the water bottles?"

"..Sure, I'll help you" You walked alongside the pink-haired manager.

As the two of you arrive inside the cafeteria, the old lady kindly gave all of the team drinking water before she carefully hands the plastic bags to you and Momoi "Don't push yourself too hard Momoi-san and (L/N)-san. Also, please leave a message for the coach and the captain that I say Hi." The old woman smiles kindly.

"We will! Thank you so much Mrs. Yuiga-san," Momoi bowed down to the elderly woman as well as you too.

The two of you quickly hurried together to the gym together with you running along on her sides as long as you carefully held the plastic without dropping any drinks inside of it. Arriving at the gym, Momoi pushes the door open and many eyes immediately catch a new figure that they have never seen before.

Nijimura saw you from far away and his frown was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a little smile and his hands waved at you, making the other team members look at him with confusion as if he knows the stranger.

You couldn't help and smile before you place the plastic away before you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him and feeling the warm sensation around your waist. Nijimura hugs you back affectionately and forgets that there are lots of people inside the gym," Hey babe, Me and Momoi brought everyone a drink. You're on your break, right? Everyone can take one bottle."

Heating the word 'Babe' escape from your mouth, everyone's eyes widened and some of the team members were looking at you and Nijimura with a gaze that clearly shows that they were surprised that their scary captain has a sweet nice S/O.

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mrswarnerxo · 4 days

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❪ ✦ ❫ nash hawthorne dating hcs! <3

1. oh he DEFINITELY says certain stuff that he knows you’ll find hot with his cowboy accent.

2. will get you a hat so yall are matching. yes.

3. if hes out of the hawthorne house and somewhere else, he’ll probably ride a horse with you.

4. if you dont know how to ride one, he’ll be teachin you dw

5. yall will probably listen to each others music taste. (but i feel like he’ll just naturally listen to taylor swift no?)

6. he’ll dance in the kitchen when he’s alone. you’ll probably join in too

7. he’ll let you put on his cowboy hat. THAT IS CANON.

8. yall will probably go to the country side for a vacation or something and do country things (like ride horses, go to bars, go to country parties IDK WHAT THEY DO IN THE COUNTRY OK)

9. he’ll definitely be protective of you. like not toxic protective but protective enough so if youre scared that you know that he’ll protect you if you need to

10. consent is his middle name.

sorry if this is short im about to study for my exam rn lmao😭

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babydaddyleorio · 2 years

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hi love!!! how are you? i hope ur doing well :) I was wondering if you would mind writing something about nash from knb with a s/o that’s very maddy perez? i’m not sure if you’ve seen euphoria, if u haven’t then just lmk lol. but i hate the stereotype of y/n being out of touch, overly submissive and overall annoying, esp when the character they r written with tends to be more dominant. what do u think?? hugs & kisses !!❤️❤️

Never seen euphoria before, but I think I can gauge her character from what I know. Also, this would literally be Nash’s type lmao

Nash loves it when you bite back. Either when you’re on social media checking someone or in public loudly radiating bde with an rbf. You have no problem defending yourself or letting others know you’re not the one, or the two.

On top of that, he likes when you check him. You have a slick mouth and a sharp tongue, all of which Nash is fond of. He loves when you speak your mind, and each time you put him in his place, he finds himself staring at you with a dopey grin.

“What are you doing?” You ask Nash once you realize he’s not paying attention, to which he cornily responds with “falling in love all over again”.

You immediately roll your eyes and mush him away with your hand.

Loves your makeup and how bold it can be. Actually, your style was what pulled him in the first place. He did a double-take the minute you walked past him and he quickly ran after you to ask for your number.

You rejected him with a smile, of course. Which left Nash shocked, but also deepened his attraction to you even more. He was whipped from that second on— you just got it like that.

Also, your confidence is sexy as hell. The way you can easily make head turns with your demeanor alone is powerful. People literally break their necks to look at you, Nash being one of them.

You’re the pretty NBA wife type. Always sitting courtside with your shades on, the hottest outfit, and hands clapping as Nash makes a shot. The paparazzi love you, to put it simply.

Nash pays for all your hair appointments, nail appointments, and many shopping endeavors. You didn’t get with Nash because he had money, though that did play a significant role in whether or not you were going to give him your attention, but the fact he could provide for you with no questions asked makes you smirk in triumph. You’re truly spoiled with Nash snugly wrapped around your finger.

Though you can thrive without them, you tend to always be surrounded by friends or people in general. Your extroverted nature makes Nash very happy to have you alongside him, and you both quickly become the life of the party when you go out together.

You and Nash will be the couple that can’t get enough of each other. Pda and your intimacy are off the charts. The downside is that both of you tend to get jealous a lot of each other and can become petty really quickly.

Believe it or not, you can open up to Nash. He becomes very understanding about your feelings and will stop you dead in your tracks if he senses something made you upset.

Sometimes you don’t want to talk about all the things bothering you and will snap if he keeps pushing for a confession, but the second he pulls you firmly against his chest and kisses the top of your head, you oddly feel safe with him.

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fierysafrina · 2 years

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Superior | Nijimura Shuzo x f!reader x Nash Gold Jr. [E]

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.190 Genre: Smut Additional tags: Exhibitionisem | Voyeurism | Dirty talk | Pet names | Teasing | Public fingering | Public groping | Cursing | Train molestation Summary: Nijimura just might convince Nash why Japan is better than America. Notes: Honestly I had this idea for a while now 2 years to be precise. It’s been 2 years and I finally managed to complete it. I was … really needy for this one. It’s one of the many fantasies I had in my drafts and my mind and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

Being back in Japan is quite … interesting, if Nijimura could say so. He missed it, he can’t deny it, but at the same time it brings back memories that aren’t exactly pleasant to remember.

It’s late in the evening, which was quite good for Nijimura as the train isn’t that crowded. A face here and there, paying attention to nothing else but their devices. Nijimura stands close to the doors, staring down at his phone in hand before he looks at Nash, who’s standing beside, mumbling under his breath. The corners of his lips turn into a smirk, enjoying the way the blond feels conscious to be back one year later after his defeat.

He puts his phone back into his pocket and just as he’s about to speak a face catches his attention. You stand not too far away with a man behind. Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura scowls at how obvious the man is—if that flinching of yours isn’t proof enough.

Then again, it isn’t exactly his business either. He isn’t a bad guy per se, but he definitely doesn’t want to give Nash an idea for the next victim. He knows his teammate well enough. But then again …

“What’s wrong with you?” Nijimura says instead, eyes then boring into Nash, who’s glaring at him.

“Why are we taking a fucking train? We’d be faster with a cab.”

“Says who?” he snorts. “In Japan, you can travel faster by train. It ain’t my fault, LA lacks that.” he rolls with eyes, gaze soon falling back on you, the moment you glance his way. He sees the way your eyes widen before you turn back in front, cheeks heating up. You try to move away only for the man to lean down, whispering something in your ear.

“On a second thought,” Nijimura seems to change his mind, focusing back on Nash. “There are some things you can’t exactly do on a train in the US.”

Nash raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He seems intrigued. “And what’s that?”

Looking behind Nash, he smirks. “Hold on,” he says and walks towards the two. He places a hand on the man’s shoulder, smiling ever so sweetly, not missing the way you try to hide. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re making the miss quite uncomfortable.'' He speaks in Japanese.

The man begins sputtering nonsense, trying to come up with an excuse until he spots Nash approaching. He tsk-s, turns and walks away, murmuring under his breath. No one pays much attention to what just happened, aside from a few glares that are sent their way due to the loudness of their voices.

“What was that?” Nash asks once he stands beside Nijimura.

The latter doesn’t move his eyes from you as you continue to stare out the doors and into the night. “It was nothing.” He says and turns around.

“T-thank you…” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, but it stops Nijimura on tracks. Turning back your way, he takes in your appearance. You’re not from Japan, he notices before his eyes fall on your choice of clothes. A skirt—which was obviously a bad idea—and a top with a cardigan. You refuse to meet with his gaze and only then it dawns on him.

Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura takes a step closer to you, his chest against your back. Leaning down, his lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You liked that.”

Your eyes widen, but you don’t move. You refuse to move.

“Hm…” he hums, glancing at Nash, who looks at you both in confusion. You bite on your lower lip when you feel his hands on your waist. “You dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?” he asks in a slightly louder voice for Nash to hear. His hands sneak towards your ass, squeezing it in the process. He groans, pushing himself closer to you. You can feel something poking at you from behind. “What a bad girl…”

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you gulp when you hear those two words. You bite on your lower lip as you look at Nijimura from beneath your bangs, your eyes just a bit wider in a doe-like look.

Nijimura groans, gripping your waist tighter when he sees your look. He can feel Nash move to stand beside him and no sooner does the latter’s face appear closer to you. His eyes watch you like a hunter waiting to pounce on his prey and it’s quite obvious whose role is whose.

“What’s this?” Nash hums and glances at Nijimura.

Your chest is heaving, knowing too well who they are. Only a fool wouldn’t know the most notorious members of Jabberwock are Nash Gold Jr. and Nijimura Shuzo. Only a fool wouldn’t know that just because Nijimura can keep Nash in check, when they’re completely alone, they’re the worst you can get.

“This,” Nijimura begins, not moving your eyes away from you; “is why Japan just might be better than America.”

Before Nash could oppose his words, you part your lips the moment Nijimura’s hand slips beneath your skirt. Nash narrows his eyebrows, eyes trailing down only to see your skirt raised a bit and Nijimura’s hand moving.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” Nijimura groans. “If I put my cock inside right now, I bet it’d swallow me right in.”

You feel your cheeks burn at his words, eyes looking around, hoping no one can hear you. Like luck is on your side, everyone pays attention to their own devices, no one even bothering to look your way.

Nijimura pushes your panties to the side, lubing his forefinger with your wetness. “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet for us?” he asks quietly, watching you as you turn to look at him.

Gulping you reach over to hold his hand. Nijimura raises an eyebrow, but he lets you pull away and release it before you turn to face them both. Your top is more of a lower-cut, which makes it perfect for them to see the top of your breasts and the colour of your bra.

Nash lickes his upper lip, a grin forming on his lips while Nijimura lets his hand be led beneath your skirt once again. Neither of them says a word, but Nijimura continues where he left off, only to slip a finger inside of your heat. You part your lips, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you look at Nash—moreover at his lips.

And he can’t deny you what you want, even if you don’t say a word. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately part them to let him in, which Nash doesn’t hesitate. Nijimura starts to pump his finger, occasionally rubbing only before he adds another.

“Oh shit…” you gasp when Nash pulls away, the heat going to every corner of your body.

“Would you look at that?” Nash muses, his hand slipping beneath your top, brushing against your body as it begins to trail upper, closer to your bra. “Our baby girl has a bad choice of words. We should punish her, hm?”

“We should.” Nijimura agrees.

“Mm,” you shake with your head.

“No?” Nijimura repeats, eyes focusing on you as well as Nash’s. “Why not? You have such a foul mouth for such a pretty mouth of yours.”

You shake your head once again. “I-I’ll be good.” You stutter and look at Nash. “P-please …” you whisper.

“Please what?” Nash raises an eyebrow, standing so close it’s almost suffocating. Their scents are suffocating, yet you still want more of them.

“Touch me…” Your whole body feels hot like in the middle of summer.

“Where?” he leans down, inhaling your scent that reminds him of lavender and lily flowers. “Are you not satisfied with Shuzo alone? You need another hand to give you aid?”

“Why don’t you lead him like you led me, huh?” Nijimura says as he thrusts his fingers in and out, building you up to orgasm. “You’re dripping so much. I can tell you want more, so why don’t you be our good girl for today?”

Your eyes are focusing on Nijimura before you turn to Nash, feeling like you’re the only ones on the train. A part of you feels glad it’s already so late, so there aren’t too many people around, yet the other part only feels much more excited with the knowledge that you might be caught.

Feeling a little bolder, you reach for Nash’s hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling your shakiness all while your eyes show nothing but lust and need for more. He watches you lead his hand towards your breasts. A groan escapes him and Nijimura chuckles beside him as he squeezes, a moan leaving your lips.

“What do you think?” Nijimura looks at Nash as he slows his movement. “Don’t you think Japan might be better?”

“As much as I hate to admit it, it just might be.” Nash groans before he leans down and presses his lips against yours once again.

You unconsciously move your hips to tell Nijimura to fasten up, but the only response you receive is a chuckle. You’re ready to ask him, beg him instead, but Nash has no intention of letting you off so soon. Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss as his hand pulls down the top, showing your bra for anyone to see if it weren’t for their heights that completely hide you from the curious gazes.

“Keep doing that.” Nijimura says as he slowly begins to fasten his pace. “She’s squeezing my fingers in like it’s the last thing in the world she’ll get.”

You’re panting into the kiss, moving your hips to Nijimura’s thrusts before you feel his lips on your collarbone. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel warm breath over your nipple while Nash is focusing on your other side. You hold onto their arms for support, feeling your knees slowly turning weak.

“Are you close?” Nijimura asks and you nod.

“C-close…” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. “So-so close. P-please, I-I wanna cum…” you stutter, looking at him.

“Since you’re asking so nicely, we can make your wish come true, right?” Nijimura glances at Nash, but not before he raises one of your legs, which only makes his fingers go deeper inside.

Instead of saying anything, the only thing Nash does is pinch your nipple between his fingers, which makes you come undone. Nijimura continues his ministrations, like nothing is going on, but both of their focus is on you as you bite on your lip hard to prevent yourself from being too loud. You shudder as you feel the wetness between your thighs that Nijimura tries to wipe it with his hand so it doesn’t pool at your feet.

“Fuck,” Nash curses as he leans in to kiss your moans away that manage to slip through your lips. “That was hot.” He says against your mouth.

Your eyes are half open, a love-struck and distant gaze in your eyes that makes Nash groan.

Nijimura pulls his fingers out of your heat, licking them clean without moving his eyes from you when you look at him. Your chest is heaving as you’re slowly coming down from your high, which brings along the realisation of what just happened.

Your eyes widen and expression turns horrified when you look from one to another while trying to cover yourself with the cardigan. Nash is smirking down at you with Nijimura looking like he didn’t just fuck you on his fingers alone.

“I-I—” you stutter, but have no idea what to say.

“I love it when they go shy.” Nash comments and holds for the front of his jeans. “Always makes me go even harder.”

Your eyes unconsciously follow his movement before your mouth opens at the obvious tent in his pants. You’ve only ever heard of rumours, but having Nash right in front of you, those rumours just might be true. You lick your upper lip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by either.

“We should bring this one with us.”

Your head snaps to Nijimura, whose eyes are boring into you, like he could see into your soul. Despite feeling terrified, you also feel excitement rushing through your veins as another wave of arousal begins to build in the pit of your stomach.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash asks, brushing his finger down your cheek before he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to look at him. “You’re gonna be our good girl and let us take you home, won’t you?”

Mesmerised by his eyes that are filled with nothing but lust and need, you nod your head.

The corners of Nash’s lips turn up in a smirk, glancing at Nijimura. “If she’ll do her job well, we just might keep her to ourselves.”

You follow his gaze, seeing Nijimura’s eyes on you both, when he catches your gaze. He leans closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he says; “There’s no point back anymore.”

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mcverse · 1 year

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Tell me I’m not the only that think “Search and Rescue” by Drake sounds like a good fanfic Nash Gold?! Like just hearing the mami 😩 I see why the avatar fandom was gushing on Lo’ak saying mami 💃🏻💃🏻 just listen

Someone who listen to music while writing should definitely make sum for us 😗💛

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natti-ice · 3 days

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18+ mdni

a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.

“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice

You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.

This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything

“Fuckin perfect.”

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megalony · 19 days

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Just In Time

This is an Evan Buckley imagine, based on a request by anon. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: While Buck is at work during a storm, (Y/n) goes to spend the day with Athena. And subsequently ends up going into labour.

Enjoy.

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(Y/n) slumped her left arm on the kitchen counter and turned the kitchen stool to the side when she heard loud footsteps approaching. Her eyes set on her husband and she did a quick sweep up and down his frame and bit down on the corner of her lip.

"You're leaving me?" Her lips curved into a pout and her head tilted to the side, causing Evan's heart to soften yet speed up at the same time.

He jogged down the last of the stairs and advanced across the apartment towards her with his arms stretched out in front of him.

As soon as he was within reach, Evan clamped his hands down on (Y/n)'s hips and moved to stand between her legs. He felt her knees pressing into his hips and her arms looped around his torso while her chin pressed into his chest so she could look up at him.

"Sorry baby, I gotta go to work." Evan leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss as his hands gave her hips a loving squeeze.

If he had the choice, he would stay home with her. Somehow, it didn't feel the same going to work without (Y/n) being there with him.

Evan was used to his wife working alongside him. He was so used to turning to her when he had a patient that needed transporting to the hospital and Evan loved those times when he got to ride in the ambulance and see (Y/n) at work as a paramedic.

The 118 really was a family-run unit, with (Y/n) being both Bobby's daughter and Evan's wife.

But she was on maternity leave now.

"Hmm, that's not fair, leaving me all alone." (Y/n) tilted her head down so she could press her face into his shirt and breathe in his scent and cologne.

(Y/n) didn't like being home alone, she didn't know what to do with herself and if Evan wasn't here to monitor her, she seemed to end up doing a lot more than she should recently.

"Sorry baby." He pecked the top of her head and rested his chin on her head for a few moments while he grazed his fingers up and down her side. "Promise me you're not gonna go out today, there's a storm and the last thing I need is a call saying you've had an accident or got stuck in this weather."

Evan panicked, he was a worrier by heart. But he knew his wife like the back of his hand. He knew she was becoming restless and didn't know what to do with herself when the nursery was already set up and they had everything ready for when their boy arrived. He didn't want (Y/n) going out when the storm was already rolling in and making itself known. Evan couldn't deal with that kind of phone call today.

He was on a double shift, he wouldn't be home until tomorrow afternoon and he dreaded to think what (Y/n) would get up to in that time.

"We get bored-"

"And I get worried. Please?"

A groan tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she looked up at Evan, feeling a shiver roll down her spine when she was met with his stern expression. Her hands grazed up and down his back and she leaned back on the bar stool until she was leant against the kitchen counter.

"Can you drop me at mums then? So I don't go crazy sitting on my own in here."

She watched Evan's expression soften into a warm smile and he nodded, pecking her temple again before he looked down at his watch.

If he was leaving her, (Y/n) would rather go somewhere and be with family so she wasn't alone. And she knew Athena wasn't at work today. They could have a catch up or watch some movies and just spend the day together. It would only be two weeks until (Y/n)'s due date and then there would be a baby in the mix, stealing all the attention.

(Y/n) and Evan had only been married three months before (Y/n) announced she was pregnant. As thrilled as everyone had been, they also took it as an opportunity to tease Evan. Telling him he didn't waste much time or asking if it was a shotgun wedding. The whole team loved to wind him up, but he didn't care.

He had his girl and now they were having a baby, Evan was going to be the happiest man at the station.

"Sure. Come on then, baby."

Evan slowly walked back so he was no longer stood between her legs and he held his hands out for her. He took her hands and helped (Y/n) slide down off the kitchen stool. He turned, about to walk towards the hall but he stopped when (Y/n) latched her fingers around his wrist and gave a sharp tug.

She pulled his arm close and pressed his hand against the side of her stomach so he could feel the baby wriggling. The movement made Evan's lips quirk into a lopsided smile and he brushed his thumb across her skin, waiting for another movement or a kick in his direction.

"Someone's happy today." He murmured softly and leaned down so he could press a kiss to her stomach.

(Y/n) held onto Evan's hand and followed him into the hall and she grinned, leaning against his back and his arm as she found her shoes. Evan had recently become her leaning post when she found it harder to lean over to bend down. It was why (Y/n) had gotten a pair of flat shoes that were easy to slip on and off so she didn't have to bend or pull them on.

She slipped her phone in her bag and hooked it on her shoulder, but both hands moved to grab the cabinet in front of her and she took a sharp breath when her back twinged.

"Okay?"

"My back twinged," Her fingers dug into the cabinet and her upper body arched forward to see if it would relieve the sudden twinge in her lower spine.

Her lips curved into a tight smile when she felt Evan's hand move along her back in slow, deep circles that did something for the pain and made her feel a little better.

"Maybe it's a sign you should take it easy," Evan murmured into the top of her hair. His hand continued to move along her back and his other hand moved to hold her arm for added support. He waited patiently for (Y/n) to take a deep breath and lean off the counter again but he could see the pain flicker across her face when she straightened up.

"It's a sign your son is a menace."

"Oh, so he's mine now, not ours?"

(Y/n) ignored his comment and tilted her head back to look up at Evan with a pleading glimmer in her eyes. "Tell him to be good?" She moved Evan's hand from her back to the lower side of her stomach and she waited as Evan leaned down to hover his lips over her bump.

"Behave, mister. Or else."

***

A crack of thunder broke through the sky and rattled the windows and the patio doors until it sounded like they were going to shatter. The rain beat down on the patio outside and a steady stream trickled over the stones and down onto the grass that was going to be flooded, come tomorrow morning.

(Y/n) shuddered at the thought of going out in this weather.

Her eyes glanced over at the clock on the kitchen wall. Seven o'clock. She had been here all afternoon and thankfully, the afternoon had gone by in a flash with Athena. They ate tea together, watched some movies and went through a few magazines and sorted through some things the station had got for when the baby arrived.

(Y/n) finished making two cups of hot chocolate and held one in each hand, but her eyes focused on staring out the kitchen window when she turned around. It looked like it was midnight with how black and dead the sky looked and all the white flashes rippling across the sky. The sheets of rain pouring down from the heavens didn't look much better, either.

She took slow steps back through to the living room but ended up shuffling her feet to see if it would dull the aching in her back and her lower stomach. The baby had shifted around again and now he was weighing heavy on (Y/n)'s abdomen to the point it was hurting every now and then.

"Thank you," Athena murmured as she placed down a bag of baby clothes near the coffee table and took her seat on the sofa.

Her hand moved to (Y/n)'s lower back and she watched cautiously as (Y/n) slowly sat down with a wince. She stayed sitting upright instead of slouching back into the sofa like before to see if it would do anything to help her discomfort.

"Well, I think you'll be spending the night with me, hun."

"Is that okay?"

"Oh, it's more than okay, you keep me company and I've had my instructions from Buck. We're not to go out in this weather, he said he'd come pick you up after work. And your dad would have my head if we drove out in this storm."

Athena didn't have a problem with (Y/n) staying over, it was the reason why they had the spare room here for friends and family to stay over. Although there was a lot of things packed into the spare room. Bobby was getting ready for his first grandchild and he was already planning ahead to the weekends when he could have his grandson stay over with them.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) took a sip of her hot chocolate and looked beyond the tv at the back garden. They hadn't drawn the blinds yet as both women rather liked watching the storm take hold and seeing the rain splatter down on the glass and sprinkle across the garden.

She looked over at the tv when Athena started searching for a new movie to watch, but she had to set down her mug when her stomach clenched. Her hand drifted beneath her shirt and she covered her grimace by biting down on her bottom lip.

When the baby started wriggling and hurting like this, it was when (Y/n) wished Evan was home with her. He had a knack for distracting her or giving a massage and the baby seemed to love the sound of Evan's voice.

"You okay?"

"Hm, he keeps moving." (Y/n) straightened up to click her spine back into place. And when she noticed Athena looking at her stomach, she smiled and gently took her hand, pressing it to the base of her abdomen.

They shared a smile between them and Athena danced her fingertips along (Y/n)'s stomach for a few moments before she turned to reach for the bag she brought in. She placed it on the floor between them so they could go through the garments together and decide which ones (Y/n) wanted.

It had been lovely that from the moment they told the team, everyone was overjoyed and wanted to be involved. (Y/n) and Evan got so many baby clothes and gifts from everyone that they had items coming out their ears now.

They started going through some items and had a movie on in the background, but (Y/n) could barely pay attention to anything.

Everything hurt.

Her back was twinging and felt like each column of her spine had weights pressed down on it like the bone was about to break. Her stomach was weighing heavy and every time she felt a twinge, she was starting to feel sick.

Maybe she needed to try and relax and get comfy to see if dozing off would take away the pain. God knows she had fallen asleep during enough movie nights with Evan this last month.

She heard Athena mutter something about finding them some snacks and she nodded, forcing herself to smile as she watched Athena head towards the kitchen. But (Y/n) moved her hand back to her stomach and started making slow circles beneath her shirt to see if it would help at all.

But then she felt it. A steady trickle of water between her thighs and a very sharp, tightening pain in her pelvis.

"Mum… ooh, mum!"

"Honey, what's wrong?" Athena set down the bag of goodies on the kitchen side and rushed back into the living room, skidding on the rug on the way.

She wedged herself between the arm of the sofa and the coffee table and knelt down at (Y/n)'s side. She placed one hand on (Y/n)'s knee and the other on her back, wondering if she had suddenly got back pains. Evan mentioned earlier that she had been having pains all week but that was normal.

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to say anything. She just looked between her parted thighs, the floor, and Athena until her stepmum suddenly got the message and realised what had happened.

Her waters had broken. The pains she had been having all day were actually contractions. She was going into labour during a storm, without Evan here by her side like he promised to be.

"Okay… this is okay, give me a minute I'll go and call Buck."

Athena wasn't stupid. This was not the weather to be driving her daughter down to the materntiy ward at the hospital. She was a good driver, she was safe, she had to be since she was a seargent in the police. But that didn't mean Athena had been trained to drive during storms. It was too dangerous and if she crashed, they might not get help in time. Evan and Bobby might not find them or know what was going on if they crashed.

Staying here and getting help to come to them was by far the better and safer option and they both silently agreed on this.

Shuffling back a little, (Y/n) slumped back into the sofa and let herself sink into the cushions. She moved both her hands to cradle her stomach and began glaring daggers into her bump towards her baby. Why was he choosing to be born now? Why did he think this was a good time? It was two weeks early, right in the middle of a storm. Without Evan.

(Y/n) was expecting to go into labour any time from next week. Evan was supposed to be on shorter shifts as of next week so if this happened and he wasn't home, he could easily find his way back to (Y/n) and be there for her.

Her eyes looked up at Athena as she stood beside the sofa, one hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder and the other holding her phone to her ear.

Evan didn't answer.

"Buck, call me back please. (Y/n)'s gone into labour." She hung up after leaving a message and tried to ring Bobby instead.

He didn't answer either.

"Bobby, honey you and Buck need to come home when you get this message. (Y/n)'s with me and she's gone into labour. Call me."

Tears began to trace down (Y/n)'s face. She was afraid of this, it was her worst nightmare coming true. She knew the job was hectic and unpredictable, but she wanted Evan to be home when she went into labour, not out at work. She didn't want to be doing this by herself. Her only saving grace was she had decided to come here to be with Athena. She wouldn't have been able to do this on her own, at home.

Her eyes focused on Athena as she tried to smile and dialled for the emergency services instead. They would need to take (Y/n) to hospital soon and Athena wouldn't be able to do that. She would need medical help too if they had to wait a while for an ambulance to arrive.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is seargent Grant, I need an ambulance to my address. My daughter's gone into labour and she's thirty-eight weeks pregnant."

"How advanced is labour?"

"Her water just broke."

"Then can you keep her comfortable? With the storm, we have a backlog of emergencies and limited teams to dispatch. The current wait is almost two hours."

Panic struck a cord in Athena's chest and her hand tightened around (Y/n)'s shoulder. What were they supposed to do? Was Athena supposed to deliver her own grandson because they couldn't put this as a priority call? This was a woman going into labour, anything could happen or go wrong, they needed help and transport to the hospital.

"Make this a priority." Was Athena's response. They could wait a while, they might be able to wait an hour, but they needed help.

"Mum?" (Y/n) tilted her head back on the sofa and looked up at Athena. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what the dispatcher was saying. Why couldn't Maddie have been on shift today and answered their call? She could have talked them through this and got through to the team and sorted everything out. Maddie was calm during a crisis.

"Help will be here soon, honey."

They needed the team. They needed Evan and Bobby.

***

Tears traced down (Y/n)'s face almost as badly as the storm raging outside. Her hands clenched down on the back of the armchair and when a contraction tore through her stomach, she bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood. Her shaking arms pressed down on the chair and she leaned forward, burrowing her face into her arms.

Her back arched out and her legs began to shake from how tense they were straining to keep herself upright.

She felt Athena's hand rub up and down her back, but it wasn't the touch she wanted. It wasn't Evan. The thought made her tears fall faster and a lump formed in her throat. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and let out a scream when another pain tore her pelvis to shreds.

With a muffled scream, (Y/n) leaned over the back of the chair and scrambled around until she found her phone. She wasn't doing this alone. She wasn't having this baby without Evan. Someone was going to get the word through to him that he needed to come home. Now.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I n- I need you to contact the 118." She gruffed, breathing through clenched teeth as her head started to go fuzzy.

"I'm sorry?"

"LAFD 118, get Buckley on the line- oow!" (Y/n) dug her nails so tightly into her phone she worried she was going to crack the screen. Her forehead pressed back down into the armchair while Athena moved her hands to hold her shoulders.

"Miss, what's your name and the nature of your emergency-"

"Get Buckley!" (Y/n) all but screamed before she held the phone to her left to try and get Athena to make the man understand.

She needed Evan. She knew dispatch could get on the radio frequency and contact the team because clearly they were out on a call. None of the team were answering their phones and (Y/n) was getting closer and closer to giving birth. If she had to do this without Evan she was never going to get over it. She wanted him here.

"Sir, you need to contact the 118 fire station and tell them that firefighter Buckley's wife is in labour. We called over an hour ago and we still haven't received any medical help. Tell Mr Buckley and Captain Nash the situation, now."

"Dispatch to Captain Nash?"

"Go ahead dispatch." Bobby gripped the radio on his shoulder but he could barely feel his fingers despite the thick gloves he was wearing. The cold from the storm was seeping into his bones by now and the rain had thoroughly soaked through his uniform to the point he felt like he was swimming.

"Is Buckley with you?"

A frown pulled on Bobby's face and he waved his hand over at Evan, shouting his name through the howling wind that was screaming at them all to go home.

"I have Buckley with me, what's the problem dispatch?" He wasn't sure why he needed his son in law here for whatever message they were about to receive. But something deep in his gut told him this wasn't going to be for anything good.

"We have Mr Buckley's wife on the line, she says she's in labour."

All the blood drained down to Evan's toes and his eyes locked with Bobby but neither of them could find words.

He shouldn't have come on shift this afternoon. He shouldn't have left (Y/n) at all this week to go to work, he should have stayed with her. He knew she hadn't seemed herself this morning when he dropped her off at Athena's. Thank God he took her there and didn't leave her home alone.

"Is she okay? Is she at the hospital?!" Evan shouted down the radio and leaned as close as he could to try and listen for the crackling response. The storm was creating a vivid distraction, he could barely see and now he could barely hear the dispatcher.

"We haven't managed to get a unit to her address yet-"

"Then don't. We're on our way."

"Oh God, mum…" (Y/n) lowered herself down to her knees and meshed her face into the back of the chair. Her fingers were about to dig through the top of the chair and her knees began to quake and cause friction against the carpet.

She barely managed to lift her head up to look to the side when she heard footsteps, but a sob bubbled up at the back of her throat when she looked over at Athena.

She was hurrying back into the living room with a bowl of hot water. There were towels, a few old blankets, gloves and scissors on the coffee table and the sight made (Y/n) want to be sick. She couldn't do this. She couldn't give birth here, at her parent's home, in the middle of a raging hurricane storm. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Okay honey, I need to check how far along you are-"

"No, I c- I can't… hospital. We have t-to go," Her lips rolled together as she tilted her head back to look up at Athena with pleading eyes.

"Let me see how far dilated you are, then we can worry about the team tranferring you. This is just a precaution, okay honey?" Athena needed to be prepared. She had a gut feeling that (Y/n) had been in labour for a few hours now. The constant back pain all day and the twinges and pains she had been having which she could have mistook for general pains instead of the beginning of labour.

She might be too far dilated for anyone to move her once help arrived. The 118 were leaving their latest call and diverting straight over here which meant Evan knew what was happening. And he would be here soon for the birth of his son. But Athena needed to know if she had to step in or if they would have enough time to get her in the ambulance and down to the hospital.

Shifting to the right, (Y/n) let Athena grip her arms and carefully help her up to her feet. She held onto Athena's shoulders and tucked her chin down into her chest, wheezing through crackling breaths when another contraction hit.

Her hands gripped the arm of the sofa and she doubled over, arching her lower back out.

A strangled wheeze spluttered through her lips and she tried not to cry out while Athena laid a few blankets over the sofa.

When she sat down, (Y/n) slumped down as much as she could until her thighs were barely on the sofa and she felt like she was going to slide right down to the floor. Her hands pressed into the sofa to steady herself and she let her head tilt back into the cushion.

Her lips formed a broken smile and she huffed, feeling a laugh mixing in with her broken cry.

"You're s-supposed to be my- my birthing partner, not my midwife."

Athena's smile made her heart soften somewhat, but she couldn't help but feel uneasy and angry at the same time. This wasn't fair. She was supposed to go into labour at home with Evan right next to her. They were meant to ring Bobby and Athena, all meet at the hospital and she wanted Athena and Evan in the room with her.

But not like this. Athena wasn't supposed to be acting as midwife, delivering her baby during a storm with no help and no Evan in sight.

"And why can't I be both, at least until help arrives?" Athena patted (Y/n)'s knee, but when she turned around and grabbed a pair of gloves from the table, (Y/n) tensed up.

"Mum-"

"Honey, your dilated already, but it's okay. Buck will be right through that door in no time."

She grimaced and sank back on her heels when (Y/n) screamed, and not from the pain. Her hands moved to her stomach and she pressed down like she was trying to keep the baby right where he was and prevent him from moving.

She wasn't doing this without Evan. He had to be here, this was the part he was most excited about. Evan had been expecting to be with (Y/n) when she got the first pains and when her water broke. He thought he would be driving her to the hospital, not travelling through the rain to reach her in time.

Another scream broke past (Y/n)'s lips and she shrank back into the sofa when a horrible bang shot through the house.

The front door swung so far that the door handle crashed into the wall and created a dent in the plaster. Evan planted his hand down on the door to prevent it from swinging back at him and he barged inside, followed swiftly by his father in law.

"Baby?!"

"LAFD!" Bobby called out at the same time, his breathing ragged and a trace of a smile on his lips as the team followed him inside his home.

Evan shook his head from side to side and he dragged a hand over his eyes and nose, clearing away the sheen of water cascading down his face, blocking his vision.

"Evan- oow, Evan!"

Flinging himself around the corner, Evan skidded on the carpet and catapulted over to the sofa wedged in the corner of the room beside the fireplace. He practically jumped down on the sofa, bashing his shoulder into the back frame which sent a jolt running down to his fingertips.

"I- are we- I haven't missed it?!" Terror and dread flooded his voice as he shed his gloves so he could take (Y/n)'s hand in his.

"You're just in time. Where's Hen? She's too far gone to move her, this baby's coming now." Athena waved her hand towards the top of the stairs where Hen, Chimney and Eddie were following inside with medic bags and a gurney between them. They slammed the door shut, keeping out the raging storm that sent frozen chills throughout the air and had them all shivering at the temperature change.

"Thank fuck! Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

When Evan leaned across and pressed his frozen lips to her temple, (Y/n) cried out and reeled back as his helmet smashed into the top of her head.

"Evan." She snapped, giving his helmet a rough shove and she dragged her eyes up and down his overalls. She could feel the rain seeping into her shirt and soaking through the blanket laid out on the sofa beneath them.

"Oh," A sheepish smile pulled at his lips and he wrenched up from the sofa, tossing his helmet down to the floor. The helmet had saved him from getting his head caved in outside from the storm.

His arms flung out behind him and he tore off his overcoat and unhooked his suspenders. In one fell swoop, he shoved down his overalls that were drenched through and through and stumbled out of them so he was in his cotton shirt and trousers. He kicked his uniform to the side, grateful when Bobby moved them out the way as he shed his own jacket and helmet now they were inside.

His trousers and shirt were damp, they were almost as drenched as his overalls, but he was at least a bit dryer like this and a lot more comfortable. Once he shed his second skin, Evan slumped back down on the sofa.

He curled one leg up beneath him and shuffled across until he could loop his left arm around the back of (Y/n)'s shoulders. Her head fell on his shoulder so he could feel each harsh, gasping breath she took fan against his neck. And he held his right hand out in front of her so (Y/n) could put his fist in her grip and cling tightly to him.

"Hen, she's crowning." Athena snapped off her gloves and moved to sit on (Y/n)'s other side on the sofa so Hen could take her place.

"I leave you for one day and look what you do… trying to have him without me, hm?" Evan muttered the words quietly against her temple and he ran his hand up and down her arm.

He felt (Y/n) try to laugh but she broke off into a groan when her stomach tightened. She shifted her weight from her heels to her toes to try and steady herself so she didn't slump forward, but all she wanted to do was crumple down to the floor and fold in on herself.

"I thought y-you wouldn't make it," (Y/n) closed her eyes and leaned further into Evan, pulling his hand up to her chest as she screamed.

"I know, I know baby but I'm here now. We're all here,"

"Really big push (Y/n), and the head will be born." Hen snapped on a pair of gloves, shed her jacket and helmet and grabbed one of the towels from the table. She laid it over her lap as she knelt down on the floor. She could feel Bobby hovering on her left near Evan while Chimney and Eddie hung back at the stairs. They didn't want to overpower (Y/n) and flood her with people when that would be the last thing she needed.

"Here we go," Evan murmured into her hair, giving her hand a squeeze, although he could barely feel his hand anymore from how tightly she was gripping him.

The moment Hen announced the head was out, (Y/n) opened her eyes as Evan leaned forward to take a look which in turn made (Y/n) lean over a little. She kept his hand held to her chest and moved her free hand to hold his thigh, steadying herself on the edge of the sofa.

"Small pushes, panting breaths, you're almost done now (Y/n)."

(Y/n) could see stars dancing across her eyes when that last push finally worked. Her head slumped against Evan's neck and she could feel him laughing into her hair as he let go of her hand to cup the back of her neck.

"That's my girl." He spoke against her temple, brushing his thumb up and down the side of her neck as he suddenly realised he was swaying them both back and forth.

"Buck, you wanna do the honours?" Hen held out a pair of scissors after she's clamped the cord and her cheesy smile made Evan laugh.

He carefully unwound his arms from (Y/n) and eased her back into Athena's embrace who held her tight and kissed the back of her head. He shuffled to the edge of the sofa and leaned over, trying to stop his hands from shaking when he leaned down to cut the cord.

"Here's your beautiful boy." Hen praised, lifting up the wriggling newborn who had no trouble taking his first breath and using it to scream and announce his presence.

(Y/n) could feel herself shaking against Athena when her baby boy was delicately laid on her chest. She tightened the towel around him and tried to hold him as carefully as she could. His tiny fist wormed beneath the collar of her shirt and rested on her chest while his cheek pressed down beneath her shoulder.

Her eyes sparkled when Evan's hand curled on top of her own, cradling the back of their son's head while he perched his chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her neck and glued his chest up into her shoulder, smiling down at the little boy that brought tears to his eyes.

"Do we have a name?" Athena spoke quietly, rubbing her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm.

When she looked up, she smiled at Bobby who sat down on the arm of the sofa just behind Evan. He leaned over for a first look at his grandson, the person he had been waiting months to meet. And the sight had him smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah, uh… Bobby."

"What?" Reaching out, Bobby planted his hand on Evan's shoulder but he couldn't tear his eyes away from his grandson to look at his son in law and see what he wanted. Did he want Bobby to pick a name? Was he asking him something and he just couldn't concentrate?

"No," A wide grin broke out on Evan's face as he lifted his chin from (Y/n)'s shoulder to look behind him at his captain. "That's his name, Bobby. After you."

Tilting her head to the right, (Y/n) leaned her temple against Evan's cheek and tiredly smiled up at her dad. They had already agreed as soon as they thought about boy names that their boy would be named after Bobby. He was one of the most important people in (Y/n)'s life, he was her dad and they had been through so much together.

And he was more than just a Captain to Evan. He had become a father figure to him, he looked out for him and took him under his wing. Bobby loved and cared for Evan better than his own parents did, and that was the kind of parent Evan wanted to be to his boy.

"You… you're naming him after me?"

(Y/n) nodded and smiled back down at her little baby as she tucked herself more into Evan's side. She could see her dad grinning through his tears. He was happy. He was proud.

"Baby Bobby."

#911 imagine #imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #bobby nash #athena grant

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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hi hi

idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are pls could i request an evan buckley where he has a gf/wife and a baby but the 118 doesn’t know, and maybe one day reader/kid is injured and they either turn up at the fire house or the 118 is called to the scene and buck has to come clean about his secret wife/gf and kid?

thank you bestie, i love your writing <3

lover - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @eddiemunsens

a/n: what tswift album do u guys think the 118 are 🤭 also what happens to yn is inspired by an episode of s19 that i love sm it’s so funny :))

buck knew the second y/n got pregnant that he wasn’t leaving. two years of dating is a short time to have a child, but they loved each other more than anyone. they knew they could give a child a good life, so they went with it.

all three of them moved to la, so buck could work with the LAFD and y/n could get to a higher position at work. their life there was immaculate. their little family was thriving, so buck put a ring on her finger. he didn’t even hesitate to buy the biggest one he saw, because he loved y/n the second he met her, and he emotionally couldn’t wait anymore. the words husband and wife rang in his ears, making him drop a dumbfounded grin.

no one at work knew, he didn’t really know what they thought of him. his team knew he was too fine to not have anyone, so they figured he was just with some girls here and there. the last thing they expected was a child and a fiancé along with it. it never came up in conversation, but buck still didn’t bother. he didn’t want to face any judgement from people that he didn’t already get from his family. the constant scrutiny about his age and his girl was exhausting.

now, neither of them would’ve changed it for the world. buck can’t imagine himself happier or in a life without them. it hurts him to even consider what would happen if y/n and his little boy weren’t there. he always gazed at them playing, sometimes just wanting to observe their brilliance.

buck knew he would have to explain to his team that he’s married, and that doesn’t mean he’s ashamed. he wants the world to know, but he doesn’t want y/n to be hurt by opinions from other people. he didn’t realize how soon he would have to until the alarm rang and until dispatch came through with the address. it was their house. the house where buck and y/n raised their son and the one where either could be hurt. every single scenario waved over buck, making him panic more by the second.

“you good, kid?” bobby asks, taking note of his bouncing knee.

“uh.. yeah! yeah, i’m fine,” he lies. buck hasn’t been with them for more than a year, so they just pass it along, not knowing any better. buck climbs out of the truck, grabbing a few tools before sprinting toward the house. now, the teams more alarmed. what is it about this house is making him act like a maniac?

“y/n?” buck calls out, running around trying to find her.

“kitchen!” she yells out, sounded distressed which only makes buck move even quicker. when he walks in, he immediately notices her leaning over the sink, her hand in the disposal. bobby and the rest of his crew walk in behind him, the four of them standing in the kitchen staring at her. “well?”

“oh-“ bobby moves, starting to gather some more tools out of his bag.

“what the hell happened?”

“i dropped my ring down, and i was trying to make him lunch,” she nods to the baby, sitting on the floor happily, clearly having no idea what’s happening. “i don’t even know why i tried to grab it, like some idiot!”

“hey,” buck says, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “you’ll be fine, y/s/n is fine, yeah?” she looks up at him and nods, brushing her hair with her free hand.

“should we know the kids name too?” chim asks, giving buck a completely bamboozled expression. y/n passes buck the same face as hen walks over to check her hand. buck can’t get around it this time, and he wants them to know for once.

“um, guys,” he starts. “this is my fiancé, y/n and my son.”

“your what?” hen shouts, peeking her head out from behind y/n’s shoulder. she gives hen an awkward smile and buck stands there stiffly, worried about their reaction. everyone looks around at each other in shock that buck has his own family, and they didn’t even know.

“why didn’t you tell us?” bobby wonders.

“because i didn’t know how you’d react! i’ve heard it all from my parents, i didn’t need any more.”

“buck, we would’ve welcomed you no matter what your home life is. we’d love to get to know you and your family despite how it might’ve happened,” hen tells him, kindly. buck is confronted with immediate love, something he’s not to familiar with other than when his shifts end and he’s in y/n’s arms again. he’s surprised to say the least. he expected at lease some judgement, but there was nothing of the sort in the room.

“i’m thrilled you’re all having a nice moment here,” y/n interrupts. “but can we maybe get my hand out of my sink?”

buck and bobby pull the cabinets open and start drilling at the pipes underneath. buck secures the ring in his fingers before beaming up at y/n, showing her that he found it. “i got it!” he replies excitedly. “thank god, i don’t know if i have insurance for this thing. cost me my left leg,” he whispers to bobby. once they fully disconnect the system, hen slowly drags her bloody hand out and wraps it up. she hisses at the contact of the gauze and antiseptics. chimney starts to clean up the rest of the supplies, as hen treats the wound.

“so,” chimney begins. “when’s the wedding?”

“time and place, chim,” hen tells him. “time and place. but, yeah, are we invited?”

“yes,” buck says, obviously. “you’re invited.” he moves over to scoop his baby off the ground, carrying him over to his friends. they all speak to him in their little baby voices, and y/n watches with a shining smile on her face. buck knows he did the right thing, but he wishes he didn’t wait as long. now, he is certain that he has two solid families.

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moonit3 · 29 days

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How about a Yandere! Monster Mimic, where falling in love with a human reader...

(The mimic is a shapeshifting monster that can transform into an object or anyone it has seen, of course it can revert to its true amorphous form if it wants to.)

another non-human of for my blog? yes, please.

MY NON-HUMAN HUSBAND IS PERFECT!

➽ context warnings: male! yandere but he can shapeshift, fluffy content, gn! reader, mentioned cheating but nothing happening, also there isn’t much warning in this one.

➽ word count: 1.8k

➽ synopsis: your monster husband is the best thing to ever happen to you and there is no way you could forget him for that.

➽ yandere! mimic monster x gn! reader

➽ a/n: so you know when shows/anime have small segments inside the same episode (like saiki kusuo and the way of a househusband)? if the answer is yes, then i can tell you that i have write this since i watch them recently and got in the mood for something different compared to my past works. also, shot out to me if there is any mistaken down here!

tv show!

a soup opera is at the tv and smash can’t take his eyes off the screen, not even hearing you calling him to eat. instead, he just keep changing his appearance every time a new actor show up at the scene.

“nash!” you called him, but falling to gain his attention when he doesn’t even bet an eye at you. “it’s time for dinner, remember?”

no answer, he keep watching the tv on his own as the show continues to show the leads going to a wedding between another characters. the humanoid creature returned to his original form when seeing the groom and the bride kissing each other at the altar, afterwards he turn to see you and it was easy to understand what he wants to learn about the scene.

“to make the marriage officially end, the groom and the bride have to kiss each other after promising to spend their lifes together.” you replied. “but something they don’t work together and split up after. it’s common to happen, just like it happened to my uncle and aunt.”

he nodded, taking your words to consideration before going back to watch the soup opera, but this time with a bowl of rice that he began devouring without hesitation. nash always acts like he hasn’t eaten in days, when in fact, he had breakfast and lunch not long ago.

decided that you won’t dry the dishes for now, you took a place next to nash on the couch, watching the tv with him in silence. without taking his many pairs of eyes of the screen, he pulls you closer by his crawl, making you rest your head at his arm.

a smile grown on your lips when he does that, not only that makes you feel safer, but also relaxes your mind. it’s a sweet reminder that nash cares about you, even though he never spoken a word to you and the fact of him being whatever he is doesn’t change how much you care about him.

the cat

it already the third time that nash ended with his face full of cuts and bruises after another failed attempt of petting the stray cat that comes around home. you would be laughing if the whole event wasn’t sad, well at least, to his eyes.

“don’t cry, baby.” the sniff coming from the creature has become a common scene since the first time the stray cat has visited you and the cat always left after making nash’s face their newest canvas. “i’m sure that one day, the stray will become more docile and let you pet their fur. maybe even entering our house to sleep with us.”

he continues to sob regardless of yours words, but he remains still under your care when applying another band aid to his face. it’s a unique scene to have a two meter creature full of colorful band aids on his face, like he has been a victim of children’s drawing.

after you finished taking care of him, nash move away from your touch and made his way out towards outside the cabin, where he began sunbathing and stare out into the sky. to make sure he won’t get in trouble, you took a seat at the couch from the front porch, watching nash resting the sun and not giving much thought to the the wild animals that live around the cabin.

the breeze hitting your body makes you drowsy and your eyes can’t hold much longer, not after working hours and hours to fix the roof before the winter comes around. a yawn escapes your lips before you start feeling tired and your mind begging you to fall asleep after working long hours, but another side of you is forcing your mind to stay awake to spend more time with nash. and speaking of him, the monster approaches you with something in his arms.

“what it is, nash? another worm or grasshopper?” you asked, but seeing his smile reaching both of his ears confirms that it’s something even better. “show me.”

and he does. in his arms rests the stray cat that has been visiting the cabin for the past few weeks, but today it seems friendly, showing no signs of aggression towards nash as it usually does. because of that, he looks happier with the cat peacefully sleeping in his arms like a baby.

the scene itself is an adorable one, something that could easily come out from a kids’ shows and you could smile at nash for finally befriending the cat. your husband look so happy when snuggling the small animal, almost like he wasn’t crying just moments ago from being rejected from said animal.

the smile on your face grown more on your lips when you patted the stray cat, seeing the tiny animal enjoying being on nash’s laps only made you relaxed more, specially when he sat next to you to let you pat the cat even more.

“do you want to keep it?” he nodded, enthusiastic about the idea. “then, we should get a few things for the little one tomorrow when going to the town. got it?” he nodded again.

another yawn came out of your lips, making nash ware of your tiredness and he adjusted your head to be the one laying on his shoulder. even with your eyes closing, you can feel his form shape into a soft fur that makes you wonder if he knows that you love when he does that.

“im going to take a nap, wake me up in a hour or so…” and with that, you began dreaming on nash’s shoulder and he couldn’t be happier to have you by one side and the cat in the other side of his arm. the two most important things to him in the same place.

the old lady and the store

“i know your secret, young blood.”

your eyes widen open when the old lady’s words reached your ears, it’s only seven in the morning and there is already a problem that you need to solve...did nash got in another trouble with the town people? you hope not.

“my secret?” you played like you didn’t know what she is talking about, pretending to be a fool is an easy job for you. “i think you are mistaken, lady. i am nothing, but a mere normal hunter that lives in the woods.”

she didn’t buy your words, not when a grin suddenly emerged at her thin lips, you could already guess the many words that she would say about nash and you can imagine how the townspeople will hunt down nash. however, you stood quiet in front of the balcony, pretending to be a normal hunter while the old lady just stared at you.

“don’t play the idiot, kid.” she got up from her seat, even being shorter than you, the lady knows how to make her presence known and scary. “i know that young hunters like you always have your dirty secrets inside those wooden cabin.”

you only stared at her, not saying any words as she walked closer to you to take a better look at how shaken you have gotten with her intimidation. it’s hilarious that a hunter would be a the mercy of an old widow lady like her, one that barely hits your shoulder, the others would laugh at this scene.

“tell me, young blood.” her voice is now like a thunder stomping inside your head. there is no other clients at the store, so she didn’t need to low her voice at you. “how many people are you sleeping with?”

…

….

“excuse me? i-i am not sleeping around!”

the old lady laughed at your reaction, not caring if her loudness would reach outside the market, everyone of the town knows better than spying at her. it’s clear to those who could hear outside that you have become her newest victim to her attention and curiosity.

“please, kid.” she patted your shoulder when returning to her seat behind the balcony, this time with the biggest smile you ever saw at her lips. “i know everything about everyone at this small place and i know that you have been *hanging out* around with different people by every week that you comes to the town to sell your goods.”

“you are mistaken, lady!” you tried to make her rethink about the subject, but you quickly realized that she won’t hear you, not when she already looks absolutely certain about your ‘affairs’.

“don’t worry, kid. i won’t tell your husband about it.” she winked, giving you an even big smile when referring about your so called ‘partner’. “after all, i was just like you during my young days. full of beauty and grace, ready to make anyone fall to my feet and trust me, i was good at it~”

her rambling gains an extra awkwardness when you remember that nash did took many humans forms when coming to the town for the past months with you. he would often take different appearances when accompanying you, sometimes he would resemble a bombshell girl from those old magazines or maybe a good looking man from those old spies movies that you often caught him watching instead of sleeping.

well, at the bright side of this situation. the old lady believes you are sleeping around, not that you share the house with someone not human…so things are going good for you, right?

“that’s nice to hear, lady.” your lips curves into an nervous smile when she hands the products and that you quickly put inside your bag, wanting to leave fast as possible. “but i got to go, you know, to meet one of my ‘contacts’.”

she stares at you, again with her classic smile that reaches both of her eyes, “don’t forget to tell me about it when you come back to shop!” and with that, you finally leave the market with your bag full of stuff for the incoming winter.

the path back home was a peaceful one, no wild animals has tried to approach you and the rain didn’t start yet, so nothing has happened during your walk. once you have arrived at the cabin, nash welcomed you with open arms and brought you to a hug and began acting so happy, like you haven’t seen him in years.

nash brings you inside the cabin to show that he didn’t mess with anything during your absence nor has the cat destroyed the interior like you would expected, the small feline is still asleep in the same place you saw before going to the town. showing that he did succeed with his goals, nash helped you organize the things you’ve brought around the house.

it’s always a nice view seeing him becoming taller than you to organize the higher shelves of the kitchen and the storage room. thanks to him, you don’t need to bring the ladder from the basement. and with his assistance, the two of you arranged the foods rapidly and efficiently, leaving time to the two of you relax for the rest of the day.

@moonit3 writings

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere writing #yandere male #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x gender neutral y/n #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #my oc nash #➥·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ moon writings

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erina-writes-headcanons · 1 year

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🥀 🥀🍭 🍭

With jason silver you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to

💔Jason Silver, Nash Gold Jr, and Haizaki Shougo Disregarding Their S/O Hard Work and then Realizes it. 💔

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I hope you like the final result of this Headcanons and Scenarios. I had a little bit of difficulty writing this characters because I don't really understand their personality one hundred percent but I hope you like the final result. This headcanon was inspired by one of Haikyuu headcanons.

Warning: Angst and Profanities

Gender: neutral

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Jason Silver - Jabberwocky

I don't know about you or if you have seen the page yet but my friend sent me a picture of Jason Silver harassing a poor woman so in my opinion. Jason would very often be toxic to you and would often disregard your hard work.

If you made a lunch for him and accidentally made the food salty? He's going to make fun of you for being a bad cook even though you're not as bad as Momoi or Riko.

You cleaned his apartment and it's not really clean because you just got home from school workplace? He's going to say you did a horrible job.

You don't take care of yourself because you tried to take care of him and you don't dress up like other boyfriend or girlfriend? He's going to comment on you that he's embarrassed to have a girlfriend/boyfriend like you and that's why he 'didn't bring you out' or show you to his friends.

You didn't give him the gift that he wants so bad even though you don't have much money? He will comment that you're poor and would purposely give you the silent treatment until you give him the gift that he wants.

Nevertheless, Jason Silver is a human being so he can feel guilty after he realizes how much bullshit he gave to you whereas you already treated him nicely.

He is not the best boyfriend and not boyfriend material like Kiyoshi Teppei and Kuroko but he will try his best to control his words even though most of the time he accidentally slips out.

He does apologize to you once he realizes how much shit he is and tries to spoil you to say how sorry he is by protecting you from his friends who try to harass you and bring you to VIP parties.

You cannot say no to him once he tries to spoil you because he would be sent you a glare so you would accept his treatment. Jason Silver would also leave you alone, he would be around you all night at the party and not leave your sight.

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It was late in the afternoon as the sun is going down and the stars are coming up to show up in the sky. It has been such a tiring day for you after working all day inside the small cafe and working as a barista making drinks for the clients. You usually have lots of free time but this day there were lots of people in the cafe and you had to work hard whether you like it or not.

The ride to the apartment was really long around fifteen minutes on foot or ten minutes on a bicycle. Every inch of your body was screaming in pain, especially your feet since you have to stand for more than an hour and walk around to take some ingredients to make the customers drinks or snacks.

Parking inside the bike in the basement, you locked the bike to keep it safe from the thief and went to your room by a lift before going up with the lift on the third floor. Getting inside the shared room, you began putting the bags on top of the chair and swiping the whole room to clean the dirty floor before mopping it.

Sadly, you don't have much of the energy and strength to continue your job and put the broom along the mop away in the corner before sitting on the couch. The lid of your eyes feely heavier in each second and not realizing what happen, everything turns dark and the dark vision calls you from reality.

‿︵‿︵＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／︵‿︵‿Timeskip

Sounds of footsteps get louder and louder and alarm the other residents of the apartment who immediately shake in fear because of the loud footsteps. From the booming voice, they could tell the Silver-haired basketball player are pissed off, having one in a bad mood for losing one of his basketball games.

It was a miracle for you that you did not wake up to the loud sounds of the door slamming open, showing your angry boyfriend Jason Silver. He was tired from the game and the condition of the apartment still not clear like he hopes made him, even more, angrier than before.

"(Y/N)!! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY!!" Jason's eyes laid on you.

"H-huh? What?" Your eyes slowly open up. His loud voice definitely woke you up from your slumber.

"BABE! WHAT THE FUCK- WHY IS THE APARTMENT STILL DIRTY?" He snarls as the slit in his eyes gets smaller.

"S-sorry. I just got home and accidentally fell asleep," you tried to reason with him with a shaky voice in fear of him beating you.

"I DON'T CARE! I'M ALSO TIRED BUT I NEVER COMPLAIN!" He shouted back.

"That's because you never clean this apartment while I'm always the one who always clean it while you were drinking your beer.." You stood up at him, not liking that he starts acting like a kid.

"Well, I'm resting! Am I not allowed to have a relaxing time?!"

"I should be the one asking that while you just came home and start screaming at me....You know what? Leave and think about what you just did, Jason Silver. You are basically almost the same as Nash, being a tyrannical piece of shit. I always clean everything in this apartment while you never clean but once I need to rest. You're treating me as if I have never done anything to you," you look at him in the eyes with the glint in your eyes disappearing.

You always call him babe, baby, and darling, and never Jason Silver unless you're pissed. Jason's eyes immediately widened, and he realizes that he hurts your feeling for a small matter and that he can also do it by himself "Uhh B-babe, wait. I'm sorry- I didn't mean-"

"Just leave me alone...I need to rest," you walk away from him.

The silver-haired basketball player hisses in anger as he slumps down on top of the couch, pondering about his recent action and how to make it up to you until a bright light appears on the side of his head and the gear in his head are turning around with an idea popped into his mind.

On the next day when you don't need to go to your working place, the sounds of birds chirping could be heard and your vision was blurry, trying to wake up even though it was really hard for you since yesterday's work. Once the blur was gone from the sight, your eyes widened to see a black blazer with pants/sexy black dress on top of the table.

Next to the table, there was a little note messily written but still readable to your eyes even though you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to read every word correctly, 'I'm not good at saying sorry but I hope you like the suit/dress. That blonde idiot (Nash) helped me by booking a VIP room for the two of us only in the club. Also, the apartment I already clean it.'

Even though he didn't say sorry directly to your face, you could not help but smile a little bit. Jason tries to make up for his yesterday's action and you knew the last words in the note shows that he felt guilty for screaming at you when in fact he's not someone who isn't tidy but he cleans the living room and the kitchen without your help.

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Nash Gold Jr. - Jabberwocky

Nash might not be as loud as Jason Silver when he is angry. Nonetheless, he would still be one of the most toxic characters because his words can be very sharp.

Just like Jason Silver, if you made a lunch for him and you accidentally made it a little bit salty or haven't cleaned the house even though you were tired. He will comment on how much of a slob you are.

He would also comment on how your look even though you don't have much time to take care of yourself and spend your time doing your job so that you look messy.

There is also a chance that Nash is going to compare you with his flings and one-night stands with you, trying to body-shame you and making fun of your look.

He might not be as violent as Haizaki or Jason but he was much more cold-hearted so it takes more time for him to realize he was being toxic and apologize.

Unlike Jason Silver in a term of apologizing, he does feel guilty and bad when he realizes he hurt you really badly and he can make himself more gentle and doesn't have difficulty with it like Jason Silver did.

Nash would apologize directly in front of your face and tries to wrap his arm around you, pulling you to his embrace as his hold gets tighter.

If you are still hurt, he will try to make it up to you the next day by bringing you around the town and spoiling you rotten. He would buy the kinds of stuff that you want since he is rich.

Nash would be also twice more affectionate than Jason Silver as he keeps holding your hand or his hand would be always on your back casually.

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It was like your usual day in your working place where you had to finish all of the important files and send them to your manager as quick as you can. However, it was very unusual for you because the office room isn't usually this loud where most of the days it was mostly filled with the sound of only a few people chatting and ringing phones.

From your sitting place, you hear your friends gushing about their husbands or wive cooking lunches for them and how much their spouse appreciates their sweet treatment. It's not uncommon to talk in gossip where people talk about romance but it made you think about Nash's reaction if you try to cook for him.

You're not a chef like Gordon Ramsey but you're not a horrible cook either like Riko and Momoi since you remember their uncut glazed honey lemons. For this reason, you were a little bit confident to make some healthy and delicious dinner for your boyfriend the golden-haired basketball player to make him happy.

Without anyone noticing you stopped your work for a while, you began writing down the recipe that you need to make for him on a piece of paper and asking some of your friends who can cook on how to make certain foods and their secret recipe to make the food more appetizing before thanking them and ending the chat or the call.

As your eyes land on the clock watches in the corner of the office room, you realize you could go home and quickly make dinner for your husband. Packing up your bags as quick as you can, you began leaving the office room and going back to the apartment on a bus that you share together with Nash.

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Your hands gently scoop the diced tofu along with the seaweed into the pot but you didn't see how much tofu you add into the soup along with the miso powder so it doesn't have a strong flavor before serving it inside of a small bowl after serving the rolled omelet on the plate with the rice on the side.

After it was done, you carefully put the plate and the bowl on the table with Nash looking at the dishes. From the corner of your eyes, you notice he scrunches his nose a little bit but tried not to show it as his eyes land on the miso soup that you made for him. You tried to ignore it but you couldn't help but feel a little bit insulted.

"What's this.." Nash raises his eyebrows at you.

'It's..miso soup with omelet and rice." you told him nervously.

On the table, there was not only omelet, rice, and miso soup but there were also pickled vegetables and grilled salmon on the corner. He was foreign to the soup and the rolled omelet but he didn't want to complain about it so he took a spoon of the soup. Instead of enjoying it, the make spits it back out before he looks at you with such a glare.

"It doesn't taste good, are you even can cook?" He crosses both of his arms.

"I tried...." You mutter.

".. It's better you're not cooking anymore. It's horrible," he looks away, not realizing his words cut your heart like a knife embedded into your heart and shreds it.

"Fine, make your own food and never ask me to make food for you," You were done with his horrible treatment before spilling the soup away right in front of his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as his eyes watches you storming away from the kitchen with such cold eyes.

As you got inside the room, tears slowly slid down from your eyes before you curl yourself up on the bed and wiped the tears away. Those words from his lips instantly made your day change from nice into a bad day as your mind began flooding with thousands of opinions, 'Should I leave him?' and ' I tried to make him happy but is this how he repays me?'

But that thought was interrupted by the door opening to show your basketball player boyfriend, both of his eyes were different than before where it was holding much more tenderness. Nash carefully sat next to you as his arms slowly wrapped around you "Baby....I'm very sorry for what I did. My words really uncalled for, I just had a bad day because my team was beaten and I shouldn't have taken my anger out at you." he whispered to your ear.

"Please...forgive me, baby. I promise I will never do this again" He whispered once again.

"....Fine. If you don't like it, just....tell me what I did wrong instead of insulting me like that again," the tears stop flowing out slowly before your eyes meet with his eyes.

"I promise" the skin of his lips gently touched the skin of your forehead and gently kissing the tear marks on your cheeks.

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Haizaki Shougo - Fukuda Sōgō

Bless whoever his s/o is because he is almost the same level as Jason Silver but with the difference that only SIlver didn't raise his hands to hit the girl in the manga, Haizaki is another level.

He may be a laxer when it comes to not appreciating because I feel like he would only grumble and didn't eat the food if he thinks your food isn't good enough.

Or he wouldn't really comment that his place isn't clean enough when you cleaned your guys' house because I believe he doesn't mind if his place is dirty.

He just doesn't appreciate you enough to dress more sexily and putting more makeup to make yourself look hotter and he starts comparing you with his exes.

Also, he doesn't appreciate it if you keep don't want to have sex with him despite him already having you as his s/o. Without your knowledge, he would have six with another person who he thinks is hotter than you.

If you try to fight him back, he doesn't mind wrapping his hand around your neck and choking you as he did to Alex. He doesn't mind giving another bruise on you.

Despite Haizaki feels guilty after he knows what he did was very harmful to you. He's not like Nash and Silver who would look at you in the eyes when they say sorry.

In fact, he has trouble saying sorry so he would just leave you alone to have your own space and think about all of his actions. He wants to apologize but his ego is HUGE.

However, on the next day, you would find a bunch of other gifts that you like such as food, jewels, books, or other goodies that you really want for an apology and a messy note that he is sorry for what he has done.

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You know Haizaki is quite popular and almost everyone would invite him to their party even though he's a huge asshole, especially to his teammate in basketball and it did not stop those people to like him. You saw all of his friends are those people who would also bring their partner out or those typical 'players'.

You don't have a problem with them since they are either focusing on your boyfriend or their partner because most of them respect your space instead of harassing the two of you. It was your boyfriend with who you have a problem, his eyes would be looking at other girls' busts or asses even if you caught him red-handed.

Even though you wore those types of clothes to impress him and wore dark yet lusty makeup for him only, his eyes would also be landing on other guys or girls before a wolf whistle escapes from him. His actions weren't subtle at all. This makes you insecure a lot even if Haizaki always tells you 'She/he doesn't mean anything. I'm just messing around~" with his stupid grin.

It was not only once but it always happens to you every time he brings you out to the club together as he chases another girl instead of you. Sighing, you glance at your stupid boyfriend with silent anger for a long time until his eyes catch you glaring at him with disdain.

His grin was immediately replaced with a scowl, "What are you looking at? Stop glaring at me."

"I don't like it.."

"You don't like what?" He got more annoyed.

"You keep staring at other guys/girl while I'm here. Am I not enough for you" You hiss.

"What if you are. You look ugly in that dress/suit and it makes me fucking embarrassed for bringing you to this club. You look ugly as hell and those girl/guy looks even better than you. So, why don't you just shut the fuck up and stop embarrassing me," he snaps, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at you.

His words were more than hurtful both of your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't expect Haizaki would say that to you right in front of your face as his friends also looks at him with surprise. Sure, they were players but they have much more dignity than him and wouldn't hurt their partner like that.

"I see how it is....Alright, go home by yourself. I'm not gonna drive you home," you stood up before walking away.

A loud 'SHIT!' came out from his mouth as he stood up and tried to catch you but you were already gone in the crowds. He wanted to scream. not only he would go home on his feet instead of using your car but he also realizes that what he has done was totally fucked up. "Bro...you're really messed up. Even though I cheat a lot, I never said that to my girls," one of his buddies said.

"Shut the fuck up! I know! Just leave me alone," He stormed away from the club.

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On the next day, the hallways of the school were dim and it reminded you of how much an asshole of your boyfriend is as your eyes were bloodshot from crying too much along with eye bags underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Your lips were chapped and your skin was pale from yesterday, it was an understatement that you look miserable.

Sauntering in the hallways, you catch a glimpse of a male looking around from the class before he quickly walks away as fast as he can. From the hair color, you knew it was your boyfriend but it was strange why he looks so scared and ran away, trying not to let anyone see him.

His actions made you curious before you trudges up to your classroom and walked up to your table. Your eyes widened as your eyes landed on top of the table where you usually sit, there were many objects on top of the table. There was a bunch of chocolates and an adorable teddy bear plushie he got from the arcade.

There was also a small note on the table beside the gift as you carefully pick it up and unfold the small letter in your hand. Even though it was a bunch of scribbled words, you were still able to read what was inside the small letter that he gave to you.

"I'm not good at apologizing but I'm fucking sorry what the word I said yesterday. You are fucking beautiful unlike other people, you are smart, funny, and fun to hang out with, and you are so goddamn gorgeous unlike the bitches that I dated, especially that bitch that used to be Kise's ex. I promise I would never say that to you again- from You're amazing boyfriend," You couldn't help but smile at the words in the letters and the promise he made as your eyes landed on the gift he bought for you.

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mrswarnerxo · 4 days

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Can you make nash hawthorne x reader dating headcanons please

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find the hcs here!

#nash hawthorne #nash x reader #nash hawthorne x reader #nash x y/n #nash hawthorne x y/n #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #belles fanfictions💋

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Drunken night - Eddie Diaz x Reader Smut

Summary: After a drunken night it leads to multiple one night stands with Edmundo Diaz, after he goes on a date you both realize what really matters

warnings: PURE FILTH THIS IS DIRRRRRRTY SMUT

The first time you and Eddie Diaz ended up in bed together was truly a drunken mistake, you were Evan's twin and at first if Eddie was sober, he would've never even looked in your direction, but after that one night, you became like his drug, he'd purposely come over to your and your brothers apartment to 'help' with things, which would always in end with you two having sex somewhere in your apartment.

Tonight you were sure your guys' fun was ending, Eddie was on a date his Tia had set up for him, and you were lucky enough to be a babysitter for Chris. Unknown to you, Eddie wasn't planning on dating anybody except for y/n Buckley, and his plan to have you as a sitter? an excuse to have you over. As you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, Chris being asleep for at least the last two hours, since Eddie left. As you felt yourself start to zone out, you jumped up, ready to swing the bat that was tucked under your crush's couch for safety. "You're gonna beat a man who's coming home?" Eddie gasped playfully, walking closer to the couch, frowning as you rolled your eyes plopping back down resuming your staring contest with the ceiling tiles.

"Hey, Amor..." He whispered teasingly leaning closer to you over the back of the couch "What's troubling you?" Eddie finally asked sitting down next to your legs. "How'd your date go?" You asked, not meaning to sound so cold towards him, but you cringed at the thought of another woman grabbing Eddie like you did. Eddie laughed softly resting a hand on your thigh slowly moving to hover over you, so you weren't able to avoid eye contact. Moving his arm to hold himself up from the arm rest, and using his other hand to hold your jaw straight to look at him. "You wanna know how it went, amor?" He whispered raising his eyebrows "We went to dinner, and the entire time I sat in that chair, I thought about how badly I wanted to get home to you" He whispered kissing down your neck making your entire body shudder in excitement "These last couple of weeks, mi amor" He continued, not stopping his trail of kisses towards the neckline of your shirt, which was actually his. "All I could think about was you. Wanting you here, I can see you everytime I got home, not sneaking around" He whispered before kissing you deeply, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he bit your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he let his free hand roam your body, taking in every inch.

Eddie took you by surprise as he easily lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours "I love you" He whispered against your lips before dropping you onto his mattress, your legs still linked around his waist "I love you too" You whispered back, grabbing the sides of his jacket pulling him closer, taking your turn to kiss his jawline slowly "I've missed my Edmundo" You whispered tracing your hands up and down his chest as you left hickeys down his neck, smirking as you felt his manly demeanor falter, his knees buckling under him "Fuck, mi amor" He grunted grabbing the back of your neck, hovering over you again as he kissed you deeply, grinding against you. You bit down on his bottom lip trying to muffle your moan the best you could "E-Eddi-" You were cut off by him pulling away making intense eye contact with you, you felt nervous under his gaze, he looked almost dangerous.

"I've got you, mi princesa" He whispered softly, before pulling his shirt off of you, kissing down your chest, growling against your skin as you tightened your legs around him, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Grunting, Eddie undid his belt, tossing it to the side as he shoved his jeans down, stroking himself a few times, as he watched you squirm impatiently "te tengo princesa" He whispered as he pulled off your night pants, followed by your underwear. Eddie bit his lip hard, he couldn't help it, the way you looked so desperate laying on his bed, under him because you were his woman, and somehow you managed to make desperate look knee buckling hot.

You growled, growing impatient with him, you pulled him closer, squealing quietly as he pushed into you, you could feel yourself screeching around his size. "Lord help me" He panted as he leaned on his elbows, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his chest softly, leaving deep hickeys where you could. Eddie panted leaning his head down to look at you before starting to thrust his hips, you gasped digging your nails into his back, that just fueled him more, almost fucking you so hard the bedpost would occasionally hit the wall. "Fucking hell, Eddie, what's gotten into you?" You panted between moans, you guys had fucked, but he was never like this "You. All I fucking think about is you, anywhere I look. You've fucking ruined me" He panted as his thrusts never faulted, you were so worked up, you could barely hear him, moaning into his hand as he kept it there to keep you quiet. "I can't think of anything without remembering how you sounded cumming for me for the first time" He whispered in your ear, you whined loudly trying to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him deeper, faster, harder.

"What, mi amor? Is this not enough?" He asked teasingly, resting his hands on your hips, turning you onto your hands and knees before fucking you again, this time at alot faster pace. "H-Harder, please Eddie" You begged tugging his hair, this triggered something in Eddie, his thrusts became a lot rougher, but never slowing in speed. You felt like you were going to explode, only being able to repeat Eddie's name like it was a prayer. You could feel Eddie's hip stutter for a moment, his knuckles tightening as his hold on the sheets and your wrists as you felt him cum, feeling the warmth flow inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as his thrusts returned back to his original speed, your legs quickly closed around his waist, you entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. Eddie grunted, releasing your wrists as he kissed you deeply "That's it, baby, you can do it" He whispered against your lips, you whined loudly, overstimulated your legs tried to close to give yourself a break, but Eddie wasn't stopping, you two had an agreement, tap out (Saying stop, no more, etc) or knock out (Fuck till you can't take it anymore).

He lifted you back into his arms, letting you lean against his bedroom wall as he continued sliding in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back against the wall "Fuck, you look so fucking hot taking all of me like that, baby" He panted holding your throat gently, just tight enough to apply pressure "E-Eddie! I-I can't-" You stuttered pushing your hand between the both of you, your legs were shaking so bad from overstimulation, you didn't think you'd ever walk again, the knot in your stomach was almost painful, but Eddie's dick continued to brush against your cervix walls, you could feel his cum start to smear against your inner thighs. "Yes you can, you're my girl, you can take it, you know your words" Eddie grunted, bottoming out inside of you before rolling his hips, you dug your nails into his back again, your body shaking and spasming as your 3rd orgasm ripped through you almost painfully, but honestly? the pain just made you twice as wet.

You bit your lip, tears brimming your eyes from overstimulation as Eddie slowed his thrusts, but didn't quite stop "Fuck I'm almost there Mi amor, please baby" He begged, you could tell by his face he wanted to cum bad, so you slowly pulled him out of you, much to his disliking "Please, please baby, just need to cum, please baby" He begged, basically on his knees, taking to opportunity to lick a bold strip right across your clit, you almost fell to the floor as you moaned loudly "get up" you demanded, Eddie slowly stood to his feet as you slowly sat on your knees "you dont- Oh!" Eddie moaned out in shock as you immediately took his cock down your throat, his hand found it's way to the back of your head, guiding your head up and down as you swallowed around him. It wasn't long before you felt the warm substance starting to run down your throat. Looking up Eddie was laid flat on the bed, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, as you slowly and shakily stood up, Eddie's hand was quick to gently tug you down onto the bed with him, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"You really love me?.." You asked after a moment, breaking the comforting sounds of Eddie's humming, his hand still running through your hair, trying to get any tangles out "I do, mi amor, more than anything in this world, other than my son, nobody can top him" Eddie whispered before chuckling "I really love you then too..and agreed, I love Christopher more too, he's a great kid" You smiled, resting your hand over the tattoo the wrapped around his forearm. "I'm really glad we got drunk that night.." He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you leaned closer into his touch as he continued humming quietly, Eddie adored you, no matter how messy your hair, or rough you look, he could never find a flaw, you were perfect in his eyes in every possible way.

Now only thing left is to find a way to tell your brother and Eddie's best friend.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz smut #evan buckley #bobby nash #maddie buckley #howard han #chimney han #christopher diaz #edmundo diaz #edmundo eddie diaz #edmundo diaz x reader

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fierysafrina · 2 years

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Remind me | Nash Gold Jr. part 2 of Afterglow

Fandom: Kuroko no Basket Rating: Mature Word Count: 7.600 Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not. Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl

Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.

Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.

It wasn't long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.

"Hey there, girl," Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. "Okay, something's up. You better tell me or I'm leaving everything and I'm coming to you." She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.

"It's nothing." You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.

"Now that's a lie and we both know it."

You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.

"Oh my god, he just came, didn't he?"

You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.

"Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won't disturb you anymore." She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.

You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who's leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.

It's then that Nash's eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.

He hums in approval and you're smiling like an idiot as you pull away. But Nash has none of it, because he's wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his lips pressing against yours once more. Your heart flutters as you hold on to his arms for support to not fall.

"...hey," He whispers against your lips after pecking them one last time.

Your cheeks are burning as you stare into his eyes. “H-hey," you stutter out breathless.

"Sorry for being late. It took me longer than I expected." He says and releases you, but not before locking his fingers with yours.

"Longer?" You repeat with laughter. "You're earlier than I expected." Stepping aside, you began to walk back inside, Nash right beside with Spot already on the doorway.

"Yeah?" He asks and the moment you close the door, he's pulling you against him, his lips on your cheek, trailing over to the corners of your lips, teasing you. "I've missed you." He murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine when you feel his hands roam down your sides. "I couldn't wait for the weekend."

"Nash…" you moan, gasping a second later when he nibbles on your skin just below your ear. You clutch onto his arms, eyes shut as you let yourself be led. "Y-you need a-a shower." you manage to stutter out.

Stilling his movements, Nash pulls away and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying I stink?"

"Yes," You laugh at his betrayed expression when he looks at Spot, saying: "Your owner is really weird. Maybe I should take you and bring you to LA instead."

“You're not taking my dog anywhere, mister.”

Nash looks at you, but instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You unconsciously close your eyes, letting yourself lose in the moment.

“Take a shower with me.” He murmurs against your lips once he pulls away.

“Mm-no,” you smile and Nash groans. “I need to prepare lunch.”

“It can wait.” He intertwines your fingers, looking directly into your eyes. “Didn’t you hear you must save water?”

You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter, Nash mirroring your smile. “I can’t believe these words are falling from your mouth.” you say and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me nonetheless.”

It feels like time stopped the moment he said those words. Your eyes widen and Nash suddenly appears to be like a deer caught in headlights only for your expression to soften. You squeeze his hand and pull him closer to you. You’re looking into his eyes before you move your gaze onto his lips, your fingers caressing his cheek. Your eyes catch his and you notice a bright shade of red covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

“I guess I really do.”

Nash is lying beside you in your bed, his arm beneath your head. You're sleeping peacefully and a small smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand and traces finger down your cheek, his smile growing when you narrow your eyebrows. He wants to leave you to sleep, he really does, but he's kissing you on the lips, whispering; "Good evening" and you smile I return.

You hum instead, inching closer for a second kiss that Nash doesn't hesitate to give you. Opening your eyes, you look at him and the first thing you notice is his dishevelled hair. You reach up and comb it through with your fingers, sighing along.

"Your hair's a mess." You murmur more to yourself, but he laughs.

His laughter is rather silent, but it makes you feel butterflies nonetheless. He's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and suddenly you wonder where Spot is only for your attention to be short because Nash is already towering over and showering you with kisses.

"I love you…" He whispers and you're melting into his touch because you do as well. Because you've never felt like this for anyone before.

It's early in the morning when you're the first to wake up. Nash is sleeping beside you and Spot is on his usual place by your feet, when he raises his head and looks at you. You sit up and caress his head with a smile before you stand from bed. Stretching your arms and rising on your toes, you manage to conceal a squeal that threatens to spill through your lips. You lean down to pick up shorts from the ground and put on slippers as you leave the bedroom. You look at Nash once more before you close the door.

You prepare some coffee and check the messages on your phone, laughing when you see one from Kathy, asking if you survived the day while one was from Sara with a simple message that she sent you another package.

You can't wait for the package to arrive, knowing it's going to take a while. Leaving the house, you sit down on a swing on your porch, Spot right by your feet. You smile and caress his head, watching as he jumps up and lays down with head on your lap. He sighs and you chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee as the sun slowly rises. There are clouds in the sky, surrounding the sun, yet not covering it.

A chill runs down your spine, when a slightly colder wind blows. You look at the time on your hand-watch before you lean your head back and sigh as you close your eyes. You still have some time before you start preparing breakfast.

Not long after, a smile breaks on your lips when you hear footsteps and feel Spot raising his head and wagging his tail. Arms wrap around you from behind, the warmth embracing you completely.

“Why is it that every time I wake up, you’re not by my side?”

His voice is still filled with sleep, but he’s certainly awake.

You hum and lean back, looking at Nash, who seems to be slightly pouting. A chuckle escapes you as you hold onto his arms, smiling even wider. “’M sorry. I’m not used to sleeping in anymore. You can blame me for moving here to this place.” You look forward towards the forest and see birds flying amid the mist. “It’s so beautiful here that I can’t sleep anymore.”

“It truly is refreshing.” Nash agrees before he releases you and walks around to sit beside you. He pulls you into his lap, Spot making his place on the ground instead. “But I’d prefer it if you wake me up next time.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.

His gesture makes you laugh. “You must be tired. I can’t do that.”

“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

Silence lingers in the air and you feel his embrace tighten just a bit.

“Come with me…” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

Closing your eyes, you let out a silent sigh. You feared this.

“Over the weekend. You don’t have to stay with me through the week. I just want you to come to one of my games. I want you to see me play.”

“But I did.” You laugh, turning around to cup his face. “Although I did before I moved here, I did. You’re an amazing player.” You kiss the top of his nose, brushing away the hair that covers his eyes.

Nash snorts and looks towards the forest. “Why can’t I change your mind?”

“Because I’m stubborn like a bull.”

He throws his head back laughing. “And how can I get through this bull that’s so stubborn?”

“You can’t.” you grin.

“Oh, I’ll find a way.” He says.

You know he’s as stubborn as you, if not more. Your grin turns into a fond smile and you pull away just enough to turn and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whisper and Nash tightens his embrace, saying nothing.

Both of you observe the sky turning brighter, until the sun is higher in the sky and the birds are livelier than at night. It’s warmer to stay outside and you don’t want to move from your spot, but you’re starting to feel hungry.

“We should eat something.” It’s Nash, who breaks the silence first.

You half groan, half whine, but pull away with reluctance. Nash laughs at your pout and caresses your cheek, looking at you like you’re the most precious in the world.

“What do you want to eat?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, saying: “Are you gonna prepare breakfast?”

He hums and grins. “Nah, actually I found this perfect diner in the town. Wanna grab some pancakes?”

You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter. “Pancakes? Seriously?”

“Why not?” he shrugs as you both stand from the swing. “You need to go to the town more. You can’t stay here every day. Go among us humble humans.”

You roll with your eyes, but hold his hand when he reaches out. “All right, all right.” You cave in, Spot walking right in front of you. “I haven’t been in town in a long time either way.”

“See? Another reason for you to go.” Nash raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles without breaking eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn, but don’t avert your gaze elsewhere.

“Are you gonna drive?” you ask as you both walk inside.

“You don’t exactly have a car, do you?” he asks back and you laugh.

“Aren’t you afraid they’ll recognise you?” You tilt head forward, catching his gaze.

“It’s fine.” He says and just when you reach the bedroom and you walk in front of him, releasing his hand, only for him to grab your wrist and turn you around. Your eyes widen and just when you want to ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you.

A smile soon forms on your lips, giving you away and you can’t help but tease him. “Maybe you’re hungry for something else and not pancakes.”

Nash stares at you before he scoops you from the floor and throws you on bed. You yelp, before you burst into laughter as he takes off his shirt. He’s reaching forward for your pyjama pants that he pulls off swiftly. Your underwear is gone before you can blink and you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like a man starving for days.

“Pancakes can wait.” Is everything he says before he leans down and kisses you on the lips as his hands part your legs.

“You’re really bad for me.” You hear yourself say.

Nash is drawing small circles on your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. You can feel him smile. “And you for me.” He admits and it makes you smile as well.

There’s a moment of silence before you sigh. “There go our pancakes.” You murmur, but Nash laughs. “I feel like I’m spending more time in bed than outside when you’re here.” You pout with a smile.

“I can always go back to LA.” Nash says and you know he’s teasing you.

You remain quiet for a moment before you say; “Then I’ll just come with you.”

It feels like time has stopped. Yet before you know it, you’re lying beneath and Nash is hovering over you, looking you directly into your eyes. His own are wide open and there’s a twinkle in them that you can’t miss and your smile widens.

“Seriously?”

“For the weekend only.” You say.

You expect him trying to change your mind for a longer time, but he’s kissing you all over your face, making you laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn’t let you go and he even lets Spot lie between you.

Suddenly he’s pulling away, frowning, as he looks at you. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, feeling too good to be true. “What did I do?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.” You answer and cup his face. “I was thinking of visiting Los Angeles again now that I know the way around here. I was just … waiting for the right chance, or how should I say.”

“Okay,” Nash nods and lays back beside you, pulling you into his arms. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll take that too.”

“You really wanted me to get to Los Angeles, huh?” You look up at him.

“If it were my way, I’d show you to the whole world.”

His words surprise you, but something stirs inside of you. You can’t explain the feeling, but you feel happy for what he said. Instead of responding, you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes.

Somehow, that idea doesn’t sound that bad.

“Why is it always so hot here?” You groan the moment you step out of Nash’s black Land Rover. Nash only laughs as you reach for the back door and open them, Spot jumping out a second later.

“I take it you’re not that fond of hot weather.” Nash says.

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look that tells him everything and makes him laugh. “Do I look like I’m fond of heat? I’d rather spend a week inside a cabin by a fireplace while watching snow outside back in Seattle.”

“Now, now,” he’s walking over to you, a wide smile on his lips as he takes your bag from you. “We have a long day ahead. Why don’t we go up, take a shower,” he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer, “rest a bit and then go out? I can show you around. I know places.” and kisses the corner of your lips.

“Of course you’d know them.” You look at him. “You know what?” you bite your lower lip, wanting to tease him a bit. “I wanna meet your friend.”

Nash narrows his eyebrows. You know he caught it in a second – your choice of words. “Which one?”

“The one who I saw on the bus station at 4am before I left for Seattle one year ago.”

In a second Nash’s ears turn bright red along with his cheeks, making your eyes wide. “Will you forget that already?” he grumbles as he pulls away, but he looks too adorable for you to stop.

“You asked your friend to follow me, Nash.” You shiver at your own words. “God that just sounded so wrong.” You look at Spot, who’s sitting by your side, looking at you. “And I still don’t get why Spot liked you the moment he saw you.” You mumble more to yourself, but Nash heard you clearly.

“What can I say? Dogs just love me.”

You look at him unamused and he laughs as he holds your free hand while you look at Spot and click with your tongue. Spot immediately follows both of you before he strolls ahead like he already knows where he needs to go.

Only now you decide to look around where you stopped. It’s quite a noisy street in Los Angeles, surrounded by skyscrapers. You spot a couple of people looking your way, moreover at Nash, and you can see the recognition on their faces. You turn back in front at the skyscraper in front of you before you turn to Nash.

“How can you live here?”

He looks at you confused. “I grew up here.” He shrugs. “Well, my parents live in Paradise Cove, in Malibu. I moved to the centre when I joined Jabberwock.”

“That’s nice.” You say and look at Spot, who stopped in front of the door. It’s only then it dawns on you, remembering you read about Paradise Cove and Malibu, wanting to visit it, but due to expensive prices, you couldn’t afford a ticket there.

“Y-you-you, where?” you stutter, looking at Nash.

“What?” he asks and looks at you confused.

“Y-you’re from-from Malibu?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Didn’t you know that?” he seems surprised.

“I come from a country no one knows, Nash.” You state and he laughs as you walk inside. “That’s not funny.” you frown. “I was, I’m just … I mean, now I get how you can be so rich and all, but shisus, Nash, Malibu? The only Malibu I knew before coming to LA was Malibu drink.”

You walk inside and towards an elevator, where Nash presses a button before he turns to you, saying: “If it makes you feel better, they’re considering moving to Beverly Hills before they sell the house.”

“No,” you shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. At all.” Nash laughs and you shove him in the shoulder just in time the elevator door opens, revealing a couple. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jason, who seems as surprised to see Nash.

“Yo, aren’t ya comin’ back next week?” Jason asks bewildered and you don’t miss the way the woman looks at Nash, completely awestruck.

You narrow your eyebrows, not liking how she eyes him, until her gaze falls on you. A small smile spreads across her lips before it turns into a smirk. She raises an eyebrow as she tilts head to the side and you can’t help but look away, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.

“Change of plans.” Nash answers, pulling you closer to his side and only then Jason seems to notice you as well.

“Oh?” the corners of his lips turn into a smirk. He looks back at Nash. “Wanna join us? We’re goin’ out to have some good time.”

“Not this time, so get that idea out of your head.” Nash shakes his head and Jason frowns.

“Ya sure?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’d love to taste something different.”

Suddenly it feels like ice cold in the room. Spot is standing between you and Nash, his eyes glowering on Silver. You feel Nash’s tight hold on you and you look at him. His eyes are focused on Jason alone, but the coldness in them surprises you. You’ve heard many gossips and rumours of his character, yet not once had he looked at you in any other way than with a gaze full of adoration.

“Silver,” Nash says slowly, carefully. Noticing the tension, Silver gulps and lowers his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now.” He doesn’t move his eyes off him, not for a second.

“Nash,” you tug on his hand. You see him close his eyes before he looks at you, that softness returning. “Let’s go up.” You didn’t want to show him that this new side of him scared you, so you smile. Yet aside from a fear, there’s also a new emotion that stirs inside of you, which makes your knees weak.

“Alright…” he agrees without a second thought as he raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles.

You turn to the woman and Jason, who are watching you bewildered at how easily you manage to break Nash’s attention. A smile spreads across your lips, your eyes falling directly on Jason, feeling rather brave beside Nash. You lick your lower lip before you bite it and look at the woman. Suddenly she seems much smaller than before, all the confidence gone.

It’s in that moment that Spot barks, startling both of them, while you and Nash look at him. You laugh and lean down to pat him on the head, saying: “Yes, yes, we’re going inside.” You look at Nash, who’s looking at Jason again.

“When’s the practice?”

Jason blinks, stuttering out an answer; “In t-two days…”

“I’ll see you then.” He nods and looks your way. “Don’t let me hear a bad thing.”

“Y-yeah, got it.”

The couple disappears from the longue. For a moment there's silence before you burst into laughter.

“Why … are you laughing?” Nash asks.

“That was kinda cute.” You admit, grinning. “I think I kinda like this new authority of yours. Made me feel something entirely else.”

“Fear, I believe.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Yes, I admit I felt a bit scared.” You say and Nash’s smirk fades as you step inside the elevator. You can see he feels troubled, so you caress his arm, catching his attention. “But I also felt a bit different.” His eyes catch yours and it’s your turn to look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I can’t explain it, but it felt … good.” you murmur the last word more to yourself.

Before you know it, you’re pressed against the elevator wall, your eyes wide as you look at Nash. You can’t see Spot, but you know he’s behind Nash, sitting or lying you’re not sure, but he’s there. Unable to think about anything else, you focus on Nash, who doesn’t waste time in kissing you.

“I want to ruin you…” he whispers against your lips.

You take in a shaky breath, shuddering at the intense emotions that swarm in his eyes. “I-I don’t mind…” you stutter and before Nash can do anything, the elevator stops, announcing your arrival.

With a peck on your lips, he leans down to grab your bag while you look at Spot, breathless.

“Shit…” you murmur, feeling your knees wobbly as you try to hold onto something, anything.

You follow Nash, eyes focused on his back. He stops at the end of the hallway and the moment you join him, the door is already unlocked and open. He steps aside and lets you and Spot in first. Spot dashes from your side inside and you’re about to call him back, but stop when you feel hands on your hips. You shiver at the tight grip, completely missing the sound of the door closing with the lips against your shoulder, trailing up your neck.

“Nash...” you whisper-call, but he nibbles on your skin, making you moan.

“Welcome to Los Angeles, princess.”

You don’t have time to marvel at the space of his apartment, or should you say penthouse, because he’s already pulling you towards his bedroom, leaving clothes behind.

Staring at the mirror in one of the three bathrooms, your eyes are more focused on a hickey that’s quite visible on your neck. You bite your lower lip as your eyes fall on the second one on your cleavage and then on your collarbone. Wearing nothing but underwear, you put on a bathrobe and leave the bathroom.

Nash is lying in his bed, playing with Spot and at any time before you would melt at the sight, yet the hickeys and marks he left in his wake trouble you more than you dare admit.

“Nash,” you call softly. He looks from Spot at you the same moment you pull the bathrobe to the side and show him hickeys on your collarbone and neck. “What’s this?” you ask.

He narrows his eyebrows, sitting up. “Shouldn’t I have done that?” he asks and you almost give in. Almost.

“I don’t mind, but,” you’re starting to hesitate. “I know we didn’t say anything about boundaries, but I don’t want everyone to know from the start.”

Standing up, he approaches you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Then is a non visible place okay?” he leans down, his hand trailing down your sides before it disappears beneath the bathrobe. Your eyes widen when you feel his fingers brushing against your core. “Is here okay?” He isn’t looking away from your eyes when his finger traces right across the clothed slit.

You unconsciously hold onto his arms as you watch the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. You want to tell him off, but you’re unable to for he’s already slipping a finger inside of you. Closing your eyes, you move your hips, grinding on his finger instead.

“Look at you…” he murmurs. “So needy for me.” He kisses you, his other hand cupping your face and you let him.

A moan escapes your lips and Nash uses the chance to deepen it. Just when you feel it growing, coming slowly, Nash pulls away, leaving you hot, bothered and needy. You huff, glaring at him and he dares to laugh when he sees your expression. There’s no doubt your cheeks are flushed.

“I can’t have you getting used to such things so early.” He shakes his head, straightening before he takes his two fingers and licks it clean.

You’re unable to look away, feeling even more bothered that he left you hanging just when it was getting to the good part. Like he could hear your thoughts, the corners of his lips turn into a smirk and you know whatever will say next, won’t be anything smart.

“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.”

Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?”

“Staying by my side the whole time.”

“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”

“That’s fine.”

“Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair.

“Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].”

You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you.

“And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”

When you step out of Nash’s jeep, a rather chilly wind sends a shiver down your spine. You look around and find yourself somewhere downtown in Los Angeles that’s full of people and a store on every step you take.

A hand on your lower back and a breath on your ear as Nash's voice reaches you; “Keep by my side.”

You look into his eyes, which in the evening are rather dark, and you find yourself nodding unconsciously. You tug down the dress you’re wearing, looking down, wondering if you're dressed well. You don’t like wearing dresses, feeling like you’re not yourself, but you wanted to impress Nash and you knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.

“You look beautiful.” Nash says and kisses you on the cheek.

Suddenly it feels so much hotter than usual as it dawns on you. You’re meeting his team; Jabberwock team. From Silver to Shūzo and quite possibly their managers. Although you were prepared for it for a while now, it still makes you nervous, which Nash doesn’t miss.

“I’m here, [Name].” He holds your hand and raises it, kissing your knuckles. He’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it and you feel something grow inside of you.

Walking inside of the club is too easy. Many heads turned towards you, eyes widening when they saw with whom you came. The security left you inside without checking and it’s another realisation that everyone knows of Nash. You’re not sure how to feel about that, everyone knowing him, but you quickly forget when the loud music reaches you.

People are greeting Nash, yet he rarely greets back. It’s not long for a smile to break on his lips and you follow his gaze that falls on a table on a balcony, men calling for him. You recognize Jabberwock team members and you wonder if Shūzo is also there. You spot him a moment later when he leans back before he looks down, directly your way.

Nash tightens his grip on you as he leads you by the dancefloor, up the stairs and towards the VIP room. There’s noise and loud voices coming from inside that only grows when he opens the door. You completely forget about being uncomfortable, because the sight that greets you makes you laugh.

Nick pulls Nash in a headlock the moment he steps inside, messing his hair and Zack and Allen soon join. Silver is sitting with the same woman by his side and there’s no mistake the woman is eyeing you, feeling wary instead.

“I thought you’ll come next week.” Shūzō says before he looks at you and gives you a nod.

You smile, but don’t say anything as Nash speaks; “Change of plans.”

“Does it have to do with this beauty here?” Zack is standing beside you in a second.

A chill runs down your spine when you feel Nash pull you behind him, but it’s Shūzō, who speaks; “Stop it Zack. She’s off the grid for you. Or any of us at this point.”

Zack looks at Nash and raises his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Chill, Nash. You know we don’t go for the serious ones.”

“You better.” Nash hisses before his eyes fall on Shūzō, who stands up. “[Name], you know our team, so there’s no need for any introductions, right?”

Feeling a bit bolder, you step beside him, eyes focusing on Shūzo as well. “I don’t think I’ve met this one yet.” You know you should back away when Nash grips your hand tighter, but it’s just so fun to tease him. You hear your name being spoken with a hidden threat laced between and Shūzō’s quick to catch onto your plan.

“And neither have I.” he says and you could swear you felt Nash’s hand twitch. “I’m Shūzō.” He reaches out his hand for you to shake it, but Nash has no intention of letting it go.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at him, amused at the situation more than anything. The corner of your lips twitches, yet you warmly smile at the young man standing in front of you.

“Hi, Shūzō.” Your smile only widens as you manage to slip Nash’s hold. You can feel his eyes on your back only for the whole room to fall silent as you embrace Shūzō for a quick hug.

Before Nash can react, you’re already pulling away and wrapping your arms around Nash’s torso, smiling up at him. You can see his eye twitch as he forces a smile.

“Princess,” his voice is so low and almost quiet that you can barely hear him.

“Hm?” you hum, blinking at him like you did nothing wrong. You can hear laughter in the background and Nash glares at them before he sighs and shakes his head. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, saying; “I’ll be good.”

“You better be.” he hisses through his teeth.

Pulling away, you look at Shūzō, who’s watching you both amused, before you follow Nash and sit between him and Nick. You don’t listen to what they’re talking about, being too immersed in the fact that you’re in one of the clubs in America. You’re looking around, not missing the way the woman, sitting beside Jason, is eyeing you up and down.

“So,” it’s Shūzō, who’s the first to speak louder, catching your attention; “what brought you to LA?”

You look at him and then at Nash, your fingers intertwined. “A bit of change is good every now and then.” you say and Nash raises your hand, kissing the back of your hand.

“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.” Zack curses.

Nash laughs and you feel your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry, we did our share before we came here.”

“Nash!” Your eyes are wide, moving over to cover his mouth, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as his friends burst into laughter, while some only groan in response. “You’re the worst, you know that?” you huff.

“Come on,” he leans over to you. “It’s not like it’s a secret we’re together.”

You narrow your eyebrows in confusion, but don’t say anything on the matter. You quickly find yourself enjoying the time instead, completely forgetting about what you talked about not too long ago. Not sure what you want to drink, you leave it to Nash to choose instead. And you’re not disappointed with what he gives you.

You raise an eyebrow when you hold the glass of cream liquor and look at Nash, who’s watching you. “I’ll be suing you if this isn’t good.”

“Just try it.” he laughs as he takes a sip of whiskey. “I know you’re more into cream liquors than this golden beverage right here.”

“Oh my god, no,” you groan. “Stop talking like that, I beg you.”

You hear Shūzō snicker and you try to look at him, but Nash is holding your chin instead, making you look at him. “I swear one day Imma beat the crap out of him.” He murmurs under his breath.

You blink at what he said before you burst into laughter. Nash’s eye twitches in annoyance. You don’t say anything on that, knowing he would deny his jealousy, so you take a sip of the cream liquor instead. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen. The taste reminds you of something, a mixture of chocolate and mint.

“Good?” Nash asks.

“Very.” You take another sip. “It’s not the best I had back home, but this is good. Too good.”

“Where are you from, though?” Nick speaks, catching your attention.

You glance at Nash, who surprisingly doesn’t do anything, only leans back in his seat with an arm around your waist. “Europe.” You answer, looking back at Nick, whose eyes widen.

“What in your damn right mind made you come here?” Allen asks. “I’d rather stay there than go to this godforsaken land.”

You remain quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. You feel Nash’s hand gripping you just a bit tighter, knowing it was okay. You hum before you look at Allen and say; “Freedom…” with a smile on your lips.

“You’re crazy, but you have guts, can’t deny that.” Nick says as he takes his glass of liquor and drinks it.

You feel Nash’s arms around you as you stumble over your own feet. The wind outside is rather chilly, which makes you shiver, something that Nash doesn’t miss. He tightens his embrace around you, his cologne completely overwhelms you and you lean closer to his side. Nash chuckles at your action, but doesn’t say anything, except kissing the crown of your head.

A moment later he stops and so do you. You blink as you take in your surroundings. You don’t recognise it immediately until Nash releases you. You see him reach for the door that leads inside the apartment flat. It’s just a split second and you feel like you’re flying.

“Whoops!” you stumble back. Another shiver runs down your spine when you see Nash’s eyes wide, but he’s already holding you. A chuckle escapes your lips.

“I ain’t letting you drink anymore.” Nash says more to himself than to you.

You tilt your head to the side to look into his eyes as your chuckle turns into laughter.

“You’re a happy drunk, ain’t you?” he murmurs amused and you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, let’s get ya in and in bed.”

“Nooo…” you whine, shaking your head.

“Yes,” he nods. “As much as it’s a delight to see you so happy, you’re too drunk to even stand on your own feet.”

“No!” you gasp, feeling rather giddy.

“[Name]…” Nash calls your name in a warning tone.

Your lips form into a pout as you lower your head and look at him from below. Nash’s lip twitches before he helps you walk inside. Your pout only grows.

You let him lead you inside the elevator, which is quiet, until you reach your floor. You stumble over your own feet, but Nash is holding you tight by his side. You can feel the heat of his body, his cologne overflowing your senses when you lean closer to him.

You don’t remember much of what happens next, but you find yourself standing in front of your shared bed. He’s unzipping your dress rather slowly before he slides his hands beneath to push it off your shoulders. He’s leaning closer until you feel his lips on the nape of your neck. You shudder, caught off guard, and he’s taking his sweet time with the other side.

“Nash…” you call him and he hums. “I wanna sleep…” you murmur, turning your head to look at him.

"Yeah, you will," He answers and you think he's about to go further, only to make you feel disappointed when the dress falls off your shoulders and pools beneath your feet before he pulls away.

Your lips form into a pout that makes him laugh.

“What is it?” he asks as he caresses your cheek, looking at your face.

“Nothing…” you murmur and turn your head.

“You thought I’d do something?” he asks and leans forward, his breath tickling your skin.

It sends shivers down your spine. You hesitate with your answer until a breathless; “No,” leaves your lips. You feel more awake than a moment ago, cheeks heating up at the featherless touch.

“No?” he repeats as he places his other hand on your hips. You shudder. “You sure?” His voice is almost too quiet, yet clearly awake you can hear him, feel every exhale of his breath against your skin along with his touch.

You sigh contented when he pulls you against his chest, embracing you instead. His touch is warm, the scent of the ocean overwhelming your senses and you find yourself slowly falling into slumber.

“Let’s sleep…” is all he says before he leads you to the bed and helps you lay beneath the blanket.

Your eyes are already closed, yet you can still hear him shuffling before the bed dips on the other side. His arms wrap themselves around you and any other time you’d feel conscious of you being in nothing but underwear, but in this moment you didn’t care. All you want, and could feel as well, was the warmth, love and care that Nash showers you with kisses as you fall asleep.

Tonight you dream of your small house back in Forks. You hear Spot somewhere outside barking and laughter that echoes. You follow the sound and lean on the doorway, a smile on your lips when you see Nash playing with the dog.

You can feel your eyes burn at the sight, emotions overwhelming you completely. You say nothing when Nash looks at you as he pets Spot, smiling even wider, except you walk their way and embrace him. He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear. You only shake with your head as you bury your face in his shirt, eyes shut as you enjoy his warmth.

When you wake up, it’s dark, but you can see the sun is already high in the sky. You take in a deep breath before you turn, excepting to see Nash, but his side is empty. All the sleepiness you felt just a moment ago is now gone and you’re wide awake. Spot is nowhere seen either, yet you hear silent voices in another room.

“…matter how much you’re looking at me with those eyes, I ain’t giving you. It’s for your owner. You know who your owner is, right?”

There’s silence, yet you can hear a very silent whimper. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stand from bed, only to realise you’re in your underwear. Looking around, you grab the nearest T-shirt and pull it over your head before you tiptoe towards the kitchen.

“No.” Nash says firmly.

You raise an eyebrow as you stop on the doorway into the kitchen, leaning on it as you watch the scene in front of you. Nash’s back is turned towards you and Spot is sitting right beside his feet, his ears up along with his head before he licks his lips, an obvious attempt to make Nash give him whatever he’s preparing.

There’s another whimper that escapes Spot and you’re suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape when Nash sighs.

“I really doubt [Name]’s spoilin’ you so much, but here.” He murmurs as he gives him a piece of bacon. “Don’t beg for more, ‘cause it ain’t gonna work the second time.”

A moment of silence.

“And don’t tell her either.”

You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. Both Nash and Spot turn to face you – Nash with wide eyes and Spot happily rushing to your side. You squat down, hugging the dog, but your eyes don’t leave Nash’s, who visibly gulps.

“So,” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips. “I see you’ve been feeding my dog food when I don’t have my eyes on you.”

“It’s his fault, not mine.” Nash points to Spot only for the latter to bark and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. “Ha!” he scoffs.

You laugh at their antics. You pet Spot before you stand and walk over to see what he’s up to. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean onto him. Nash leans down and pecks you on the lips that you happily return, beaming at the affection.

“So I don’t know what you like to eat, so I kinda experimented.” He says and you look at the two plates. “Eggs and bacon with toast. I didn’t mess it up.”

You chuckle and take a piece of bacon. “That’s the easiest breakfast to make and if you mess this up then there’s no hope for you.” You can’t help but to tease him.

The tips of his ears are turning red as he coughs. “Ha—well, like I said, I didn’t mess it up.” He repeats and looks at you. “How is it?”

“Good.” You grin from ear to ear and pull away when he holds the plates.

“Coffee’s already out on the balcony.”

“We’re gonna eat on the balcony?” Your expression brightens.

“Every time I visit you back in Forks, you’re eating breakfast on the terrace.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing. You feel your cheeks heat up, realising he pays you more attention than you thought. But at the same time it makes your chest warm.

“You’ve been watching me?” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.

Nash blinks before his eyes widen, blush creeping upon his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-no!” he stutters, but it’s quite obvious it’s true. “I-I was just … observing. Yeah, I was just observing and whenever I woke up alone you were always outside on the terrace, drinking coffee or tea or just stand there, watching the forest—”

You step closer to him, eyes looking at him. He’s rambling and you can see he’s embarrassed that he can’t stop either, so you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. He stills completely before his shoulders soften. His hands fall on your waist when you pull away. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead on yours, a smile spreading across your lips.

“I-I don’t mind you watching me.” You admit, cheeks growing hotter, knowing he could take this the wrong way. Yet for some reason you didn’t mind.

Nash’s eyes focused on you and you noticed his pupils dilated. Gulping, you try to pull away, but he’s wrapping his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

“Now I hope you won’t go back on your word, ‘cause we have so much more time to spend together before you go back.”

#Nash Gold Jr.#Nash x reader #Kuroko no Basket #safrinawrites #Nash Gold Jr #oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #knb fanfic #knb fic #knb oneshot

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veryberryjelly · 1 month

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almond milk, two sugars

evan buckley x fem!reader

lyric prompt ; 'i pay attention to things that most people ignore' - all american bitch - olivia rodrigo

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⚜︎ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

your time at the 188 may not have been very long compared to some of the other firefighters tenure, but it had so far been the best six months of your life.

your hours were adaptable, even if you had regularly worked twelve hour shifts every day.

your coworkers were friendly, so much so that any free time you had, you often spent with them.

whether it was going to the gym with eddie, having dinner with hen or grabbing coffee with buck before or after a shift.

and you loved doing all of that with them.

which was why you always hated cancelling plans on them.

but sometimes it was unavoidable.

which was why you had to message buck that you were running late so you couldn't grab coffee this morning.

your phone hadn't charged so you had no alarm to wake you early enough to grab coffee.

but that also meant that you were uncaffeinated as you hurried into the station for the beginning of your shift.

once you arrived and you saw that there was no urgency for you to rush around, you slowed down, put your things in your locker before climbing the stairs to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee.

you greeted those who were sitting on the couch as you made your way over, going straight for the coffee pot.

as you reached for it you noticed a takeout cup beside it with your name scribbled on the top.

your brows furrowed softly as you picked up the cup, expecting it to be trash that you had forgotten to throw away, but when you found it to be full your brows furrowed softly.

thankfully, the questions you hadn't been able to ask yet were answered when you heard a voice behind you.

"i grabbed you a coffee on my way in."

you turned to find buck stood with an identical cup in his hand, presumably filled with his regular order.

" figured you wouldn't have time this morning and i thought i'd spare us all your decaffeinated wrath "

his words caused a laugh to bubble past your lips.

" thank you, i'm sure the entire team is grateful for your generosity" you joked as you took a sip of the coffee, unable to stop the smile spreading over your face when you realised he had gotten your order right.

" and i am very grateful to not have to drink crap. how do you know my order ?" you hadn't been to coffee with buck often enough for him to know your order so well.

" i pay attention to things that most people ignore. " he explained which just made your smile widen .

" well it is very appreciated, thank you. and i promise i'll be ready to meet tomorrow morning "

there was a brief silence as you picked up your coffee and took another sip, but buck quickly broke it.

" how about we meet tonight instead? "

his question caught you off guard and caused a slight tightening in your chest.

" for, like a date ?" you questioned, wanting to clarify the nature of this meet up.

" yeah, for a date "

@sunnyhoneyyyyyy

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samantha-chicago · 23 days

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Proposal

Request: Hi there! Would love to put in an eddie diaz request please! Eddie proposes to reader. Eddie knows he wants to do it and has a ring ready and a plan or he has the ring but just sees a perfect opportunity and takes it? Then they maybe celebrate after?? Thanks 😊

Pairing : Eddie Diaz x Reader

It had been a horrible call, and the whole station knew about it. Everyone felt it in different ways. Many just stayed quiet, some going to the gym, but Eddie walked to his locker and stared at the little velvet box on the inside. Buck walked up behind him, placing his hands on Eddie’s shoulders.

“You’ve still got that thing?” Buck 6 over his shoulder, and Eddie nodded

“I’ve just never found the right time to do it” He sighed, sitting on the bench and shutting the door to hide the ring box again.

“Eddie. Do it now. God knows both you and Y/N, and well, everyone else in this station needs a little cheering up. You’re perfect for each other. You’ll never find a perfect time if you keep waiting” Buck shook his head, and Eddie looked over with a nod getting up.

Meanwhile, you were sitting upstairs sipping on a cup of coffee to relieve the stress from the call. Hen, Chimney, and Bobby sat off to the side. Eddie rushed up the stairs and over to you. You looked over as he took the coffee cup out of your hands, exciting a whine from your lips.

“You can get your coffee back in a minute, baby. I promise I just need to borrow you for a minute” He smiled, and you nodded, getting up and following him back down the stairs. Eddie walked you both to a hidden space behind the firetrucks where not a single person could see you no matter how busy it got.

“Why are you down here? You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” You joked, and he shook his head.

“I’ve been fighting about this for ages. Buck finally talked some sense into me, and I figured no time like the present” You frowned, looking at him

“It definitely sounds like you’re about to kill me” Eddie held your hands, looking into your eyes. He gently placed a kiss to your knuckles before getting down on one knee. Your frown deepened as he dropped one of your hands and reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out the small velvet box.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You asked as he looked up at you, his hands shaking as he did.

“Of course I will” You smiled as he slid the ring on your finger. He stood up, hugging you tightly as your lips pressed together for a long kiss.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You’re the love of my life, and Christopher loves you, which also pushed my decision towards doing this because Christopher is everything to me. Well, joint number one because no one can ever beat Christopher. Now I’m blabbering” You smiled watching him.

“As I was saying. You’re the love of my life, and there’s no one else I would ever want to spend every day of my life with, and today after that call just helped me realise that even more. Y/N L/N I want to spend every day of my life with you, and I love you so much. Will you marry me?” He asked, and your hands covered your mouth as you started to tear up. You always proud yourself for not crying on shift

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Later that night, everyone was gathered into Bobby’s house. Bobby cooking on the grill, May, Harry, Denny, and Christopher running about and playing with each other as you sat on Eddie’s lap. His hand wrapped around your waist and head resting on your shoulder as everyone talked. Music quietly played in the background as everyone sat talking. Your hands played with Eddie’s hands as you spoke to Maddie, who was cuddling Jee-Yun, who was happily falling asleep in your arms.

Sat imagining how that could be you and Eddie in a few years. Christopher is off playing while you’re sitting cuddling your baby and Eddie at the same time.

“Are you okay, baby? You’ve gone quiet?” Eddie asked quietly, pressing a kiss to your neck just under your ear. You nodded quietly, turning your head to place a kiss to his lips

“Just imagining our future together” you whispered against his lips, and he smiled

“Oh yeah? What does that look like?” He asked

“Christopher off playing, us sat cuddling each other and our little baby” You smiled

“You want a baby?” He asked, and you nodded

“Of course I do. Do you?” You asked now just realising that the topic had never come up before

“I’d love to give Christopher a sibling” He smiled, pressing yet another kiss to your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck and softly played with the hair at the nape of his neck. The perfect way to end the day.

Taglist

@halsteadbrasil @marvelmenarebeautiful @certifiedwootiny @oliviah-25 @Dreamsingr @Scaramou @tringeorge

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #911 abc #evan buckley #station 118 #firehouse 118 #bobby nash #chimney #maddie buckley #may grant

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megalony · 16 days

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Baby-Trapped - Part 2

This is the second part of my Evan Buckley imagine, thank you all for the amazing feedback on the first part. I hope you will like this next one, let me know what you think.

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) distances herself from Evan when the people at her college believe he shouldn't be with someone younger and inexperienced like her. But things change when she falls pregnant.

Enjoy.

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A smile worked its way onto Evan's lips and he paused, looking down at the pair of arms that wound their way around his waist. He felt (Y/n)'s face press into his back between his shoulder blades and her palms spread out over his chest, gluing herself to him.

He could feel each shallow breath she took which fanned through his shirt and heated up his back.

"Have you had a drink yet?" He pushed away the bowl of salad so it was further back on the counter before he reached his hands down. Both hands moved to cup (Y/n)'s wrists and he tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he wanted for an answer.

When he didn't get a response, he knew the answer was no. He gave her wrists a squeeze and slowly turned round in her arms so he could tangle his arms around her and keep her pinned up against him.

"You'll make yourself ill," Evan scolded with a stern expression that started to fade the moment (Y/n) smiled sheepishly up at him.

"I'm nervous." It wasn't much of an excuse, but it was the truth.

(Y/n) was too nervous to sit down, too nervous to stop and take a full breath and too panicked to think about trying to get a drink and keep her fluids up.

Evan's team were coming round for tea.

This was going to be the first time (Y/n) would meet the people he worked with, the people he classed as his family. (Y/n) knew what they meant to him. She knew his Captain had practically become his surrogate father and his colleagues were like his siblings that kept him grounded and got him through each shift at work.

And his big sister was coming over too. Maddie was the one who raised Evan since he was a child, she was the one he looked up to and seeked her approval of almost every aspect of his life. He strived to make her proud.

This was a big family unit and it wasn't something that (Y/n) was used to. She wasn't close to her parents and she didn't have any siblings. If this dinner tonight didn't go well, (Y/n) would ruin everything. She would make things awkward for Evan when all she wanted to do was make him proud and get along with his friends. She needed to gel with them and slowly intergrate herself with them so they could all get along.

There was nothing worse than feeling like the odd one out and feeling like nobody liked her or thought of her as one of their own. (Y/n) didn't want to be on the outside looking in.

"Baby…" Evan moved his hands up until he could cup (Y/n)'s face and brush his thumbs beneath her eyes. She was drifting. Panicking. Overthinking. "If I love you, then everyone else will too. Stop panicking and go get something to drink, I've barely seen you drink all day."

Leaning down, Evan captured her with a kiss before he walked her backwards and nudged her towards the fridge. Passing out the first night she met the team wouldn't be the best way to start things.

(Y/n) found a can of pop from the fridge and got Evan another beer which she barely managed to put on the counter without dropping when there was a knock at the front door.

She wasn't ready.

Maybe it would have been a better idea to try and meet everyone slowly, individually. Start out with Maddie and see how they got along, and then move on to meet Eddie, then Bobby and so on.

But it just so happened that everyone had today off shift, and that wasn't something that happened often. And (Y/n) couldn't help but agree when Evan asked if she wanted to take this chance and meet the team. Diving right in would get rid of her anxiety because she would meet everyone in one fell swoop. Rather than dividing everyone up and doing it in stages. This would be quicker.

And (Y/n) knew Evan wanted to introduce (Y/n) now because they were going for their twelve-week scan next week. That was when he wanted to tell everyone that he was going to be a dad.

He wanted to invite Maddie out somewhere, just the three of them, and tell her that she was going to be an auntie. That he was going to have his first child and see his sister smile and be proud of him. And then tell the team. And Evan couldn't tell any of them without them meeting (Y/n) first. Introductions first, big news later. Evan wasn't great at hiding secrets.

"Here we go," Evan murmured softly, moving his hands to (Y/n)'s shoulders so he could kiss the back of her head to keep her calm. He weaved around behind her and moved towards the front door with anticipation, wondering who was first to arrive.

(Y/n) took a quick gulp of her drink and wrung her hands out in front of her to try and rid some of the nervous tension she felt.

Her stomach was knotting itself up and she felt like she was going to be sick. She'd already thrown up everything she had for breakfast and lunch which had put Evan on edge all afternoon. Especially since he knew she had barely had two drinks all day because of a mixture of nerves and morning sickness.

She moved round towards the kitchen island and leaned on the edge, pressing her hands into the sharp counter that also jabbed into her hips as she pushed up on her toes. Her lips rolled together nervously and she felt her chest tightening up, unable to let her catch a proper breath.

"Okay, guys, this is (Y/n)." Evan couldn't quite hide the smile on his lips and it made (Y/n)'s stomach skip a beat.

Her eyes followed Evan was he walked back into the apartment, his hands on a woman's shoulders who was a good few inches shorter than him. He gave her shoulders a squeeze and leaned his chin on top of her head before he glanced to his right.

"This is Chimney, and this is my big sister Maddie."

It was clear by the way Evan clung to her that she was his sister (Y/n) had heard so much about. She had a bright, inviting smile and her eyes creased when she smiled. Her neck was lathered in three different necklaces and she had a few rings on both hands. With her hair pinned up on one side and her nails painted dark blue to match the blazer and trousers she was wearing, she looked lovely. Fashionable, even.

(Y/n) was taken a little by surprise when Maddie reached out to hug her. She wasn't used to making a lot of friends or meeting the family of friends. And Evan was someone special. (Y/n) wanted to get along with anyone who was important to him.

Being hugged straight away by Maddie felt like she was being intergrated and welcomed with open arms from the off-set.

"It's so lovely to finally meet you, Buck talks about you, a lot."

She could feel the blood rushing to her head making her sway on her feet as she clung to Maddie and squeezed her in return.

"All good I hope?" When they parted, (Y/n) moved towards the kitchen as Evan went back to the door at the sound of another knock. "Do you want something to drink?"

She found a bottle of wine and a beer from the fridge, holding them out so they could choose. Making herself useful stopped (Y/n) from panicking so much and gave her something to focus on. She could hear Evan laughing at something, or someone, as the sound of footsteps thundered through the apartment.

Evan could feel his own nerves dwindling down when he showed the rest of the team through into the kitchen. Where Bobby and Hen immediately sat down at the bar stools next to Chimney who was leaning casually on the counter.

But when Evan looked over at (Y/n) and Maddie, he could feel his heart hammering out in his chest. They were laughing. Their heads were leaned close together, their laughs were mixing together and they were fumbling to try and open the bottle of wine while Maddie steadied two wine glasses in her hands.

That was what he had been hoping for. Seeing the two most important people in his life getting along like a house on fire.

"You must be (Y/n)." Bobby grinned and leaned his elbows on the counter when the younger girl placed two different cans of pop in front of him so he could choose. She could tell from the way he held himself and the description she got from Evan that this had to be Bobby. And she knew he didn't drink, much like her for the next few months.

She nodded with a tender smile and passed a glass over to Eddie and one to Hen while Maddie took over pouring the drinks.

"This is our Captain Bobby. That's Hen, and that's Eddie. This is my girl, (Y/n)."

A smile lit up (Y/n)'s face when Evan walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Reeling her into his chest so he could merge his lips against the top of her head. He swayed them from side to side with a bright smile when (Y/n) gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.

"It's great to meet you, Evan's told me a few stories from your station."

"God, what has he told you?" Eddie threw his head back with a grin and took a large gulp of wine as he slumped forward on the counter. But his intrigue only sparked when (Y/n) smirked around her drink and held his gaze.

Oh, she was going to play that game. Evan had told her a few stories then, as ammunition for a good night.

"You call him Evan?" Hen held her glass to her lips and leaned her shoulders back against the fridge with one arm wrapped around her chest. It had been so long since any of them had heard or called Evan by his name that she almost forgot what it was. There were still a few people who referred to Chimney as Howie, but Hen didn't know anyone who called Evan by his first name. Not even Maddie anymore.

(Y/n) nodded, moving her free hand to play with the chain of her necklace. It was how Evan introduced himself to her. He didn't say his name was Buck, because that was his nickname and on a first introduction he could hardly say his name was Buck Buckley.

But she kept using his name because she knew Evan loved it. She was the only person who called him by his first name and it did something to him. It excited him and grounded him and made him feel at home.

"Why?"

"Because he likes it." Her response made them all grin, and when she turned to the right where Evan was taking the lasagna out the oven, she could see him smile. His cheeks flushed from both adrenaline and the heat of the oven he was leaning into. "He only got the nickname for work," She added quietly, although no one was complaining and there was no need to explain further.

"Did you?" Chimney looked over at Evan with raised brows. "I thought it was just your nickname, from college or whatever."

"There were three Evans in his class at the fire academy, they had to differentiate."

Evan paused, halfway between the oven and the table with his eyes following after his girl.

She remembered. She remembered that story which he had told her on their second date when he mentioned most people would call him Buck, not Evan. He didn't think it would stick or that it was something that important, but (Y/n) remembered. She wanted to know why he had a nickname and why he seemed to love her using his proper name.

His eyes followed (Y/n) as she took the salad bowl over to the table along with the bottle of wine.

A few looks passed around the kitchen as everyone grabbed their glasses and followed to sit down since it was clearly time to eat. They were all thinking the same thing, as clear as day.

She was a keeper.

(Y/n) felt quite at ease when she had Evan sat on her left with his hand resting on her thigh. She had Eddie on her right, Bobby at the right end of the table, Hen at the other end and then Maddie and Chimney sat opposite them. It didn't feel as cramped as (Y/n) panicked it would and she could tell she was already fitting in with them and it felt like they were all glueing together.

"So, Buck said you're in college, what are you studying?" Hen leaned over to add some salad to her plate and looked over at (Y/n).

The conversation was flowing rather easily between them all. It was something (Y/n) was worried would be stiffled and broken, but she had been panicking for nothing.

Although just the thought of college made her stomach give an awful twist and sent her knee jittering against Evan's.

"I'm doing a degree in nursing." She tried to smile and tilted her head down towards her plate, but she didn't feel so hungry. Not after throwing everything up throughout the day and now feeling like her stomach was doing summersaults.

"Oh wow, so when we get busted up on shift, we can just get (Y/n) to patch us up."

"We're both medics Chim, so is Eddie." Hen waved her hand across at him as if he had forgotten what they all did for a living. Especially when Maddie mumbled a quiet "And I'm a qualified nurse too." in his ear.

Not that none of them wouldn't go to (Y/n), but they all pitched in to look after each other. And no one suspected Evan would be willing to share his girl, she was going to be his personal nurse and his only. He wasn't the sharing type, he was the jealous type.

"Well it's good news for me," Evan murmured and pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head.

"Yeah, danger-prone Daphne can have his own nurse so we don't have to patch him up." Bobby grinned and dodged quickly when Evan flicked his fork across the table at him, splattering red sauce on the collar of his shirt.

He wasn't as bad as he used to be when he was a teenager. Evan wasn't vying for anyone's attention anymore. He knew the people around him could see him for who he truly was. He didn't have to get hurt or break a bone for someone- his parents- to take notice of him and give him some love and attention. He had all the attention he wanted.

Evan kept his right arm looped over the back of (Y/n)'s chair and curled his hand around her shoulder. He leaned back in his seat and parted his knees to the side while his left elbow propped up on the table. It felt good to have (Y/n)'s head on his shoulder and her fingers trailing up and down his thigh to give her something to focus on.

"Don't you like Buck's cooking? He's taking lessons from Cap."

(Y/n) looked to the right when Eddie noticed she had barely touched her plate whereas the rest of them were almost finished. They were used to eating quick, everyone at the station had developed a high metabolism because of how little time they had to eat meals.

"I- I'm still a little nervous I guess." She was hungry, but she didn't feel like she could eat much. She still had a full can of pop left which she had barely touched and she knew if Evan noticed he would be watching her closer like a hawk.

She tilted her head to the left and pressed her forehead into Evan's neck, breathing in his scent and feeling the way his throat moved when he laughed at one of Chimney's jokes. The atmosphere was good; there was no need for (Y/n) to be nervous. They were all getting on like a house on fire.

But (Y/n) closed her eyes and moved her free hand to wrap around her waist when her stomach twisted.

She wasn't sure if she was starting to feel sick or if her nerves were getting the better of her. With her temple pressed into Evan's neck, (Y/n) couldn't tell for a moment if it was him or her who was beginning to sweat. The trickle of water that slithered down her neck told (Y/n) she was the one starting to get flushed.

She could feel her ears tuning out of the conversation around the table, she could barely hear what Evan was saying or work out what he was laughing at.

When her stomach gave an awful, twisted cramp, (Y/n) jolted into Evan and inbedded her arm into her waist. She felt Evan's arm loop tighter around her shoulders and his head tilted down to look at her.

"Okay?"

(Y/n) wanted to smile, she wanted to nod and say she was fine, but she couldn't find her voice or the will to lie. She wasn't so sure she did feel okay after all as another cramp burned in her abdomen.

Her chin pressed down into her chest and she pushed her palm down onto Evan's thigh to use him as leverage to stand up. She could feel their eyes fall on her as the conversation tapered off and quietened down when she turned away and headed into the kitchen. Her hands started to shake, one arm still around her waist with her other hand trembling against the counter that she used to stop herself from falling down.

As soon as the bin was within reach, (Y/n) doubled over just in time to throw up. Her hands gripped the bin and her stomach clenched as she doubled over and bent her knees, pressing her kneecaps into the bin to stay upright.

"Oh no." Evan dropped his fork on his plate and got up, jogging from the table into the kitchen.

He smoothed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back and gently moved her hair behind her ear before she threw up in it. His lips merged with the back of her head as he moved both hands to her hips and held her up when she looked like she was going to fall into the bin and take it down to the floor.

He couldn't tell whether this was morning sickness acting up or if (Y/n)'s nerves were getting the better of her. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

"I'm s-sorry-"

"Don't apologise, you're okay." Evan curled his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist and gently reeled her up into his chest while he grabbed a glass with his right hand and filled it with water. He handed the glass over but his lips curled into a grimace when (Y/n) tried to take a mouthful but ended up coughing it back into the bin.

(Y/n) let Evan take her weight and leaned back into him, gripping his wrist when his arm secured back around her middle like an iron bar preventing her from flopping down to the floor.

His lips meshed against the back of her head while his other hand gave her hip a reassuring squeeze. When she nodded, he turned them around and gently walked them back towards the table where all eyes were watching them with worry and apprehension.

"Was that the nerves, or the cooking? Should we be worried?" Maddie tried to break the tension and looked down at her plate that was just about cleared. Did they need to worry about food poisoning or any of the ingredients being off, or was this just (Y/n)'s nerves playing her up?

(Y/n) tried to smile but she couldn't find it in herself when another throbbing cramp burned in her abdomen and had her arms binding around her waist. She let Evan slump her down in her chair and suddenly she didn't care about everyone watching them. She let herself fold over and pressed her forehead down against the edge of the table with her hands meshed into her stomach.

"Are you okay?" Eddie clamped his hand down on the back of (Y/n)'s chair and turned to face her and Evan. He wasn't so sure this was nerves when she looked like she was in pain.

His eyes flickered over to Evan who sat back down in his seat, one hand moving up and down (Y/n)'s back while his other hand was pressed tightly against his mouth to hide his worried expression.

"I… um," (Y/n) tried to lift herself up and look at Evan.

She didn't know if she was alright or not, this didn't feel normal, but then again, she wasn't sure what was supposed to be normal anymore. Was this normal because she hadn't been eating and drinking properly? Or was this something they should be worrying about?

She couldn't tell them she was pregnant. Evan wanted to wait. He wanted to sit Maddie down and tell her first and give her the scan picture they were going to get next week. Then he wanted to tell the team separately. She didn't want to ruin things and tell them this way or panic any of them. This was the first time they were all meeting, (Y/n) wanted to get along with them not worry them for no reason.

"(Y/n)'s pregnant… we're having a baby."

Evan had to tell them. He didn't like the pain (Y/n) seemed to be feeling or the fact that she hadn't kept anything down today or much of yesterday either. If she was in pain he might have to take her to the emergency room. And he had his team here, at least one of them could assess her and see whether this was an emergency or not.

He watched the round of surprised faces stare back at him like he'd grown a second head in front of them all.

But it was Maddie who his eyes focused more intently on and the way her hands started flapping at her sides like she was a bird growing wings. Her lips parted into a smile and she tapped her hand against the table before something seemed to dawn on her.

"Oh, maybe we should take you to a doctor sweetie, just to be safe."

"No, it's j-just cramps-"

"Baby you shouldn't be getting those at all. You're probably dehydrated, you need to see a doctor." Evan slid his arm around her waist and reeled her back into his chest so she couldn't fold over again.

He watched carefully as Eddie gently took her wrist to feel her pulse before he pressed his hand against her temple and then lifted her eyelid to check her pupils. "If you are dehydrated, that could cause the cramps, you should get checked, maybe get an IV and fluids back in your system."

"Alright, let's go." Evan kept his arms looped around (Y/n)'s waist while Eddie stood in front of her for precaution as Evan eased her up. "I've had a drink-"

"I've only had one, I'll drive you." Eddie patted Evan's shoulder and checked his pocket for his phone and his keys while everyone round the table got up.

"I'll go with you." Maddie rubbed her hand up and down Evan's arm and reached over to take (Y/n)'s hand.

***

"How we doin'?"

(Y/n) tightened her hand around Evan's and moved her free hand to curl around his bicep. She pulled his arm so it was pinned into her chest while she pressed her nose and mouth against his exposed arm. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest and adrenaline pooling in her stomach when she looked around the waiting room.

The team were all here.

She knew Eddie and Maddie had offered to stay since Eddie drove them down and Maddie travelled down with them just to make sure they were all okay, but (Y/n) didn't expect them to stay. And she thought Bobby would have taken Chimney and Hen home.

All five of them were sat in the waiting room, looking very relaxed and not a bit put out or annoyed.

(Y/n) had dampened the mood of the night by needing a trip to the emergency room. She thought they would have gone home or gone back to one of their homes and finished the night off together. (Y/n) was expecting them to call Evan and ask if she was okay and say how she had ruined their first night meeting her.

She was expecting him to get a phone call from one of them to ask how old she was and if he was serious about having a baby with her. She didn't see their faces round the table when Evan told them; (Y/n) didn't know if they were going to be happy or concerned.

"You… you all stayed?" She looked around the waiting room before her eyes looked up at Evan who smiled softly down at her. He leaned to peck her temple while his other hand cupped the back of her neck to keep her close.

"Of course we stayed, we wanted to make sure you're both okay… you are okay, right?" Bobby planted his hands down on his hips as he stood up, looking between them with a cautious smile. Since he couldn't see tears or panicked looks and since (Y/n) seemed to be discharged, he guessed things were okay.

"Someone's dehydrated, but an hour on an IV's done the trick."

(Y/n) kept her face smothered in Evan's arm and clung to him tighter. Perhaps she should have listened to him earlier when he told her to have a few more drinks and try to drink some water. The cramps were because she wasn't eating or drinking properly but since they had disappeared and her blood pressure was fine, she was being discharged.

And their scan for next week had been moved up to tomorrow, just as a precaution so they could make sure the baby was okay and had no further issues.

"You didn't have to wait," (Y/n) murmured softly as they all made a beeline down the corridor, walking slowly towards the exit.

"Oh please, you're one of us now. We look after each other, we weren't going anywhere without you."

She could feel tears burning in her eyes at Hen's words and she smiled against Evan's arm as he gave her hand a tight squeeze. She was one of them. The team loved her. They didn't think badly of her or think of her as some little kid trying to use and abuse Evan. They knew she loved him and they knew she was going to fit in and be one of them.

They looked after their own, if one of them was in the hospital then they would all be there to make sure they were okay.

Her head turned to the right when she felt Maddie walking at her side and the older girl suddenly looped their arms together and leaned close to her. Maddie pressed her chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder, grinning madly between her and Evan like there was some big secret hanging in the air.

"So… I'm gonna be an aunt, finally?"

"You're happy?" (Y/n) felt Evan scoff beside her and he leaned down to press his lips against her hairline.

"I told you she'd be happy, stop worrying." He almost found it funny that (Y/n) asked Maddie the same thing she'd asked him. He wondered if she would ask everyone special in their lives if they were happy about the news. And he had a strange feeling that if she asked his parents, they would somehow be happy. They may not get along well with Evan, but they would be pleased he was at this stage in his life where he had found someone brilliant to settle down with.

"I'm thrilled, my little brother's having a baby. He's gonna be a big papa bear." Maddie squeezed (Y/n)'s arm and grinned as if she was the one who was having a baby. Her expression was so giddy that it made (Y/n)'s blood spark with adrenaline.

She agreed with that. Evan was going to be a great, cuddly, soft papa bear when they had this baby.

***

When Evan walked through the door, he fought to kick off his boots and let his shoulders drop down now that he was inside. It was as if the bed was crying out his name, telling him it had been over twenty four hours since he'd last got some sleep. He needed to go to bed.

He slung his work bag down by his boots, he would sort it out and tidy up in the morning; it was too late and he was too tired to bother now.

He dragged his feet behind him and shuffled across into the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for a drink. But when he turned around, his brows narrowed and he leaned his head to the side.

Why was the lamp on in the living room?

Downing the whole bottle of water in one swoop, Evan left it on the counter and walked out the kitchen. He passed the dining table, his head still tilted to one side as he tried to see if (Y/n) was still down here or if she had just left the light on for him.

His lips rolled into a thin line and his hands found his hips and he looked around the living room.

It was nearly eleven o'clock at night, and here she was. Sat cross-legged on the rug in nothing but one of Evan's lounge shirts. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, she had a pen clenched between her lips, a red marker pen tucked behind her ear. Two textbooks were laid out on the coffee table and revision cards littered the floor like she was performing some kind of omen or seance.

After dragging his eyes up and down her body a few times, Evan realised she had her headphones in. She hadn't heard him come in.

He made sure he wasn't about to stand on any of her revision cards and slowly went down on his knees behind her. He watched to make sure she wasn't writing any notes down; Evan knew how precise and neat (Y/n) made her notes and he didn't want to scare her and make her ruin them.

Satisfied she wasn't writing, he leaned forward and clamped his hands down on her hips. His chest pressed into her back and his face tucked into her neck, shivering as she screamed, spitting out the pen she had between her lips. A jolt ran through her body that jerked forward near the coffee table and ragged, panting breaths left her lips as she whipped her head to the right to look over at him.

"Evan!"

(Y/n) slapped his wrist and fumbled to move her legs and bring her knees up to her stomach. She let herself slouch back into his chest with her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed tight and she took out her earphones, tossing them on the table now that her heart was pounding in her ears instead.

She hadn't realised it was so late. Once she'd gotten into the swing of revising, she lost herself and track of time. It was something to pass the time while waiting for Evan to come home. She didn't like being on her own during the night if he wasn't here. It didn't feel right without him.

"Sorry," She could tell by his tone that he wasn't really apologetic, and the feeling of his lips smiling against her neck also told her otherwise. "Do you know what time it is, baby?"

His words feathered over her skin while he started to press open-mouthed kisses along her neck and up towards her jaw. He was distracting. (Y/n) found herself melting into his touch and focusing on his actions rather than responding to his words.

She felt his left arm loop around her waist, pinning her into his chest while his right hand trailed up and down her inner thigh. With her knees pulled up like this, the shirt she was wearing had ridden up to her hips, giving him a perfect view of her bare legs and the top of her underwear.

"I got carried away," She whispered softly, turning her head so she could capture him in a kiss.

She had to keep herself busy somehow with Evan being out at work all day and into the evening.

"I think you've studied enough for one night, baby."

His hand left her thigh, but only so he could take the marker from behind her ear and toss it onto the table where he flipped both textbooks closed. He gave the notebooks a gentle push out of his way before his fingers latched back around her thigh and started to squeeze.

He inched backwards, pulling (Y/n) with him and turning her around so he could loop her thighs around his hips. He didn't exactly give her a choice and his baiting grin told her this was non-negotiable.

"I have a test tomorrow," (Y/n) leaned forward and smothered her face against his shoulder while her arms curved around the back of his neck. "I need to pass."

(Y/n) knew this test only counted for twenty-five percent of the final grade, but she still had to pass. She needed to pass so she didn't have to re-take the test or God forbid, redo some of this year again. Her grades were good, but her panic levels were even worse and (Y/n) was feeling the pressure. Everything had timed out perfectly thus far.

Meeting and falling for Evan, passing every class and each yearly test so she didn't have to retake anything. And now she was pregnant, her due date lined up with her graduation date. She could graduate before she had the baby. Get all her classes and tests out the way now while she was pregnant, graduate, and then college would be finished.

(Y/n) could have their baby, take some time and then find a job and start a new job alongside her new little family.

So that meant she had to graduate this year. She had to pass this test. She had to study.

"And you will, but you need to rest and go in with a clear head. Come on, we're off to bed." Both his hands slid beneath her scrunched up shirt so he could grip her bum as he pushed up to his feet and lifted her up with him.

He knew this was important, but he also knew that (Y/n) had been studying for long enough and she knew all the subsections she was going to be quizzed on tomorrow. She was prepared for this, but Evan needed her to come to bed and get some sleep so she was fully prepared and not going in feeling sick.

"I know, but-"

"No buts. You'll do great because you're my smart-ass girl. I'm off tomorrow so I'll drop you off and I'll pick you up. Eddie and Chris have invited us round for tea tomorrow, if you're up for it too."

He could feel (Y/n) grinning into his shoulder as he began walking them both up the stairs.

Since most of the class- and a few others on campus- had found out she was pregnant, curtesy of Sandra, (Y/n) had been anxious about going in. No one said anything, barely anyone glared or even looked at her like she thought they would. It wasn't like high school, there was no stigma attached to having a baby in college.

It was only the small cliché of girls in (Y/n)'s class that still thought she was doing this for a game.

But seeing how thrilled Evan was about having their baby dampened down (Y/n)'s nerves, and she felt better when he could drop her off. Especially if he could pick her up from class too. (Y/n) practically ran to the jeep to get away. It was like Evan had become her suit of armour.

As much as the girls wanted and loved to gossip, none of them said anything when they saw Evan waiting outside. (Y/n) felt brave enough to go to class and get through each lesson, knowing that when she left, most of the time, Evan was right there to pick her up.

"Sounds perfect."

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