I was wondering if yous do a Ron x streamer!reader
Where they both go streamer games but she’s on an opposing team but is literally good at everything and Ron can’t help but cheer her on after everything she does even when she goes against him because he loved her
And literally any cute moment where they’re together during streamer games!
OF COURSE! Pls ignore any spelling mistakes😭💔
First time writing pls lmk if you guys have any tips or recommendations!!
STREAMER GAMES
You and Ron have been internet friends for a long time. You guys never got to meet because of busy days and last minute schedule changes. Both your community and his community love your bond with eachother and saw something about your relationship that you didn’t, or maybe you did…
Today was the day you finally get to meet! You are of course excited to meet all your streamer friends but nervous for all the challenges. Unfortunately Ron is in team all stars and you are in team USA, but you have your friends Yonna and Joe. You’ve collaborated with Yonna many times and she was one of your first streamer friends.
When you arrive to the event you are met by cameras and streamers. Straight away you and your camera man head to the field and spark up stream, training and talking to teammates. While you’re talking to your camera you could feel someone staring at you , which is normal with all the people and cameras but it felt a little weird. Trusting your gut you turn around to see Ron and his cameraman Laiys “Oh? hey ron.. u scared me” You say as your cameraman adjusts the camera to show both of you in the frame.
Ron goes in for a side hug “Hey! nice to finally see you! we can be friends for now but later we gotta be enemies” he says jokingly as he hits your shoulder. “This is gonna be a lonnngg event” You say laughing “Have you seen Yonna? I’ve looked everywhere”
“Dude she’s in Kenya?”
“Kenya?” you say confused
“Kenya shut the fuck up” he says slapping his knee.
You walk away as you hit ur cameraman playfully for laughing.
“Keep that energy for when you’re losing boy” you say over your shoulder as you keep walking away. Ron shouts “Love you too” while watching you walk away for a minute before going back to talking to his cameraman .
The first event begins and it was 100m dash. You and your team decided it would be fair if you did this one. You’re going against Sakura, Ron, Rynenzo, Jason, Lydia violet and Benjy. As you line up Ron stands next to you “No WAY you’re doing this” Ron says clapping his hands together. “Saying that like im slow or something chill” You say fixing your hair making sure its not in the way “Nah, nah just surprised”
The race starts and you quickly pace yourself leaving Sakura and Jason behind you, Ron trying to catch up but he can’t. You reach the finish line getting second place and celebrate with your team. “Holy shit shes fast” you hear Ron say gasping for air. You cant help but smile. While talking with your team about the other games Ron runs up to you. “You never told me you were fast bro” he says resting his arm on your shoulder as he is stood and you are seated. “ I didn’t think i would have to..? what are you doing?” You saying looking up at him. He meets your gaze and a small smile escapes him. “Just tired” He says not breaking eye contact.
ooo shi
how she not folding 😭💔
they sure are comfy
he a lil too close
she enjoying this 😭😭
“Literally a seat right next to me” You say as you look at him confused.“Oh.. yeah there is” he says taking a seat next to you. As he sits down your arms and legs touch but neither of you move away. You look at your chat and laugh. “What?” he says giving his full attention. “Nothing they being stupid” You say shaking your head and putting your phone in your lap. After moments of talking about nothing relevant and grazing touches Yonna walks over. “Yall looking reaalll comfy right now but i need my partner back we got archery twin” she says walking towards you. “ah shit im already tired” you say standing up. Ron stands up and places his hand on your lower back and pats it lightly “ You got this girl”
Archery begins and you let your first bow shoot. Hitting it right in the bullseye. Your team begins to cheer as you celebrate but you see Ron clapping and cheering you on. “Dude shes on the other fucking team” Katie hits him. “I know! god forbid a guy supports his.. friend” he says pushing katie back. Katie side eyes her camera. “ She’s really good at this like actually really good, i wish she was in our team we would definitely win , look at the way-“ “Okay damn bro, you got a crush on her or something?” Katie says stepping away from him . “I never said that…” he says pulling his phone out like he had something important to do. “You never said you didn’t though” Katie says holding in a laugh. “Whatever bro…” He says walking away scratching the back of his neck.
The archery tournament wrapped up with Team USA taking the win. Your chat was absolutely losing it, flooding with clips of Ron cheering for you from across the field."See? I told you we had this girl," Yonna said wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You and Ron not breaking eye contact once while you walk away with Yonna was the first sign you both knew this wasn’t just friendship anymore.
A/n : Guys pls lmk if i should use “you” or “she” or “I” for future stories!
could you write an adapt fic? potentially smut, and lowk a praise kink. maybe it's him coming back from su!! could the reader have like a normal job too?
btw im in love with your writing!! ur so talented.
WORTH THE WAIT, ADAPT
adapt (alex) x f!reader, word count: 1.5k
summary: after two months apart, alex finishing streamer university, you working your normal nine-to-five, you both crash back together in your shared apartment. the reunion starts with desperate kisses at the door and doesn't stop until you're both wrecked on the bed, then he takes care of you.
warnings & notes: 18+, praise kink, desperate s3x, established relationship, reader who has a normal job and is not a streamer, n1pple play? oral, dirty talk, p!inv s3x, aftercare, unprotected, dialogue heavy & lowkey nasty idkkkk….thank you for the support anon! <3
the deadbolt clicks open and your shoulder aches from the weight of your work bag.
you drop the keys in the bowl, clatter,and you don't even have the door fully shut before a pair of arms wraps around your waist from behind.
"fuck, you're home." his voice. his voice. 2 week of hearing it through your headphones and now it's pressed hot against your ear.
"alex." you let the bag slide off your shoulder, it hits the floor, neither of you care.
alex spins you around and his mouth finds yours like he's been holding his breath underwater and you're the surface.
his hands grab your face, fingers threading into your hair, and he kisses you like he's trying to memorize the shape of your lips all over again.
"missed you," he breathes against your mouth. "fucking missed you."
"i know." you pull back just enough to look at him. alex looks good. tired, but good. like the program wrung him out and hung him up to dry, but he's still standing. "you’re done?"
"i’m done." he grins, and there's that flash of cocky alex that made you fall for him in the first place. "best professor at streamer university by the way."
"of course you were.”
"i’m serious." his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you closer. "they gave me a whole speech. said I had the best professor presence they'd ever seen."
you roll your eyes. "and you're humble about it."
"fuck being humble." he dips his head, mouth hovering over your throat. "i wanna show you exactly how good I am at being present."
the laugh you start dies in your throat when his teeth graze your pulse point.
it’s been two weeks. two weeks of phone calls that cut out at bad hours, of facetimes where the lag made his laugh sound like a robot, of you coming home to an empty apartment that smelled like his laundry detergent fading from the sheets,
you’re so fucking needy for him it aches.
"alex.” your hands find the hem of his hoodie. "bedroom please, now."
he grabs your hand and pulls you through the apartment, past the couch where he's been sleeping for the past two nights, you saw the blanket on the floor when you walked in, and into the bedroom. the door clicks shut behind you.
"i’ve been thinking about this for weeks," he says, backing you toward the bed. "every night in that dorm, hearing other guys snoring, i just,” he shakes his head. "i needed you."
"show me."
his eyes go dark, he pushes you onto the mattress and you bounce once, twice, before he's on top of you.
his weight pressing you into the sheets. his mouth finds yours again, hungrier this time, and his hands start working at the buttons of your work blouse.
"fucking hate this shirt," he mutters against your neck.
"buy me a new one."
"oh, i will." he pops the last button and pushes the fabric aside. "gonna buy you a lot of things, gonna fucking spoil you until you can't walk."
his mouth moves down your chest, kissing the swell of your breasts above your bra. his fingers hook into the cups and pulls them down, and when his tongue hits your nipple you arch off the bed.
"fuck..”
"yeah." he looks up at you, lips wet. "that’s the noise I've been dreaming about."
he sucks harder, swirling his tongue until you're gasping, your fingers tangled in his hair.
his other hand slides down your stomach, past the waistband of your work pants, and he groans when he feels how wet you already are through your underwear.
"God." he presses his palm against you. "you’re fucking soaked for me."
"shut up."
"make me."
you pull him up by his hair and kiss him hard, biting his lower lip until he groans. "i need you inside me. now."
"say please."
"alex."
"say it." his hand cups your cunt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. "say please, and I'll give you everything you fucking want."
you’re so desperate you can barely form words. "please, please, alex."
"that’s my good girl."
he strips you in seconds, pants, underwear, bra, all of it tossed somewhere behind him.
then he sits back on his heels and looks at you, spread out on the bed, and his breath catches.
"fuck you're beautiful."
"are you gonna stare all night or..”
he laughs, low and rough. "i’m gonna do a lot more than stare."
he pulls his hoodie off then his shirt, then his sweats. his cock springs free, already hard, and you reach for him without thinking.
"someone’s urgent," he says, but his voice cracks on the word.
you wrap your fingers around him and stroke once, twice, watching his eyes flutter shut. there’s a bead of pre-cum at the tip and you smear it with your thumb, making him hiss.
"fuck, baby…"
"i’ve been waiting two weeks too." your hand moves faster, spreading his slickness down his shaft. "you think you're the only one who's been going crazy?"
he grabs your wrist.
"nope." he pins your hand above your head. "tonight, I'm taking care of you."
he lines himself up at your entrance and you feel the head of his cock pressing against you, just barely through your slick folds, and you hold your breath. “you ready?"
"just put it in already.”
he does, he pushes into you in one slow, steady thrust, and you both moan at the same time.
he fills you completely, stretching you in a way that makes your eyes roll back, and he stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust.
"fuck." his forehead drops to yours. "you feel so fucking good."
"move.”
he does, he pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, and the sound of it, the wet noise of him fucking into you is the dirtiest thing you've ever heard.
"two weeks." his hips slam into yours.
"two weeks of sleeping in a fucking twin bed..” another thrust. "..thinking about your pussy…." another, …”and now I finally get to.."
his rhythm breaks, he fucks you faster, harder, his breathing ragged, his grip on your hip tight enough to bruise.
"i’m not gonna last," he admits. "i’m sorry, I just..”
"don’t be sorry." your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. "cum inside me, please. I want to feel it."
he groans, long and low, and his thrusts turn sloppy. his hand slides down between your bodies, finding your clit, and he rubs tight circles against it while he fucks you.
"finish with me," he says. "cum on my cock, baby, i know you can do it."
you’re close, so close.
"look at me."
you force your eyes open. he’s staring down at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted.
"there you are," he whispers. "there’s my good girl."
that’s what does it, you clench around him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you, and he follows right behind, his hips stuttering as he empties inside you.
he keeps thrusting through it, fucking his cum deeper into you, until you're both twitching and oversensitive, he collapses on top of you.
for a long moment, neither of you move. the only sound is your breathing, heavy and stuttered, and the faint hum of the AC.
then he lifts his head. “stay right there."
alex slides out of you, and you whimper at the loss of him. but he's gone for only a second, returning with a warm washcloth and a towel.
he kneels between your legs, so gentle, and cleans you up with careful, reverent strokes.
"you did so good," he murmurs. "so good for me."
when he's done, he tosses the cloth aside and crawls into bed next to you, pulling you against his chest. his arms wrap around you tight, his nose burying into your hair.
"i missed you so much."
"i missed you too."
his hand strokes your back, slow and soothing. "you did so well tonight. letting me take care of you.”
"it felt good."
"good." he kisses the top of your head.
"sleep baby, i’m not going anywhere."
ese speaks: sorry i’ve been gone for a bit! I hope this is good for everyone! i also have a 3.1k angst/smut adapt fic but idk if it’s too long, lmk if you guys want it published! thank you <3
a/n | i don’t know i just really love paige’s lil pregame interviews, they’re cute sooooosooooo
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game days in dallas were always busy.
the arena was already hectic before most of the players had even made it inside.
cameras everywhere, fans lined up along the entrance, staff quickly moving around, and somewhere in the middle of all of it, you stood with a mini microphone in one hand and a camera in the other.
you’d been doing quick pregame questions for the wings for a while now.
nothing too serious.
favorite pregame meal, favorite song, who was most likely to be late, who talked the most in the locker room.
the usual.
you’d already gotten through a handful of players when you saw paige walking toward the entrance.
you immediately smiled.
“paigey!”
she looked over.
the second she saw the microphone in your hand, she smiled.
“oh, no.”
you held the camera up.
“oh, yes.”
“what are you doing?”
“my job.”
“what’s your job?”
“asking questions...”
paige shook her head as she walked over.
“you know i hate these.”
“well… everybody else answered so it’s your turn.”
“but i’m different.”
“you’re definitely not.”
she laughed.
you turned the camera toward her.
“ready?”
paige sighed dramatically.
“sure.”
you started recording.
“okay, paige. quick question before the game.”
“okay.”
“if you could steal one teammate’s entire pregame routine and make it yours, whose would you steal?”
paige thought for a second.
“hmm…”
you waited.
“probably—”
“wrong.”
paige immediately looked at you.
“i haven’t even answered!”
you giggled.
“you’re annoying.”
“okay, answer the question.”
paige finally gave you an answer, and you nodded along like it was the most important information you’d ever received.
“interesting.”
“what?”
“i just didn’t expect that.”
“why?”
“i don’t know. i thought you’d pick someone else.”
paige narrowed her eyes.
“okay, what’s your answer?”
“i’m the interviewer.”
“that doesn’t mean you can’t answer.”
you laughed before answering, zaza.
“okay, okay. next question.”
paige shook her head.
you glanced down at your little list.
then looked back at her, staring at her eyes for a second.
“actually…”
paige immediately looked suspicious.
“what?”
“i have a different question for you.”
“why?”
“because.”
“that’s not an answer.”
you sighed and turned the microphone toward her.
“okay. if you had to let one person on this team pick your outfit for a very important event, who are you trusting?”
paige blinked.
“that’s the question?”
“yes.”
“what kind of event?”
“a very important one.”
“that’s not specific.”
“that’s all you’re getting.”
paige looked off to the side, thinking.
“probably… odyssey..”
you immediately made a face.
“really?”
“yes.”
“you trust her?”
“i do.”
“with your whole outfit?”
“yes.”
“interesting.”
“why do you keep saying interesting?”
“because i’m kind of judging your answer.”
paige laughed.
“you asked me!”
“it doesn’t matter!”
“but there’s no wrong answer!”
“there is today.”
paige shook her head, laughing.
“okay, i’m done.”
you smiled at the camera.
“and that’s paige bueckers.”
“thank gosh.”
you stopped recording.
the second the camera went down, paige relaxed.
“you really were trying to make me nervous.”
“i wasn’t.”
“you absolutely were.”
“maybe a little.”
paige laughed.
“you could’ve just asked me the same question as everybody else.”
“where’s the fun in that?”
“seems like you enjoy embarrassing me.”
“a little.”
“see?”
you smiled.
“you’ll survive.”
paige looked toward the court entrance.
“hopefully.”
you pointed toward her.
“go.”
paige started walking away then you quickly called after her.
“paige!”
she turned around.
“hm?”
“good luck.”
she smiled.
“thank you.”
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the game was a good one.
you spent most of it moving around, getting footage, talking to fans, checking your notes and keeping track of what you still needed to record.
the wings kept the lead.
and by the fourth quarter, everybody could feel the win coming.
when the final buzzer sounded, the arena erupted.
you smiled as the players celebrated on the court.
another win.
you stayed back for a while, finishing up what you needed before starting to pack everything away.
you were halfway through putting your equipment together when you heard someone behind you.
“you said you wanted to see me after the game?”
you looked up.
paige was standing there, still in her uniform.
you smiled and bit your bottom lip at her tall figure.
“i said good luck.”
“no.”
she shook her head.
“you said you’d see me after.”
“i did not.”
“you did.”
“i don’t remember that.”
“well, i do.”
you laughed.
“okay, fine.”
paige smiled.
“so?”
you looked at her.
“so what?”
“you wanted to see me.”
you shook your head, smiling.
“let’s go the bathroom.”
⸻
you both moved fast after that, slipping into the nearest bathroom. the second the door swung shut behind you, paige’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you into the first open stall.
the lock clicked.
she had you pressed against the cold metal wall before you could even catch your breath. her mouth was on yours right away, tongue sliding past your lips while her hands worked at your waistband.
she shoved your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, fingers already slipping between your thighs like she’d been waiting all night.
“fuck, you’re already wet,” she whispered against your mouth, two fingers dragging through your slick folds. “been thinking about this since the interview, huh?”
you nodded, biting back a moan when she circled your clit.
her free hand came up to cover your mouth, eyes locked on yours. “shh, mama. gotta stay quiet for me.”
she pushed two fingers inside you, slow at first, then curling just right.
your hips jerked forward and she grinned, pumping them deeper, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. “that’s it. let it out for me, mama. i got you.”
your head fell back against the stall wall, thighs shaking as she fucked you with steady, filthy strokes.
every time you got loud she’d shush you again, lips brushing your ear, voice low and sweet. “so good for me. taking my fingers so well. you gonna cum for me right here?”
you nodded frantically, clenching around her fingers as the pressure built fast.
she didn’t let up, curling them just right until your whole body tensed and you came hard, biting down on her palm to muffle the sound. paige worked you through it, slowing her fingers but not pulling out until your legs stopped shaking.
she kissed your forehead, then your cheek, murmuring soft praises against your skin.
“there’s my girl. so fucking pretty when you cum for me.” she eased her fingers out, glistening and slick, and brought them up to your lips.
you opened without hesitation, sucking them clean while holding her gaze. her pupils blew wide watching you, free hand sliding into your hair.
you pulled off her fingers with a soft pop, then leaned in to kiss along her jaw, down her neck, sucking a mark just below her ear.
paige’s breath hitched, one hand gripping your hip as you worked another hickey into her skin.
“shit,” she breathed, tilting her head to give you more room.
“gonna leave proof i was here, huh?”
you smiled against her throat, teeth grazing lightly. she pulled you closer, one leg sliding between yours again, but before either of you could go further the bathroom door creaked open.
paige froze, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “we’re not done yet, mama. not even close.”
🥽/🍁 SUMMARY ✶ You and Jason decide to shop on stream which, of course, makes both of your fan bases go absolutely insane. Marlon decides to apologize and talks about future events erupt. Is three weeks all of a sudden not enough time?
🥽/🍁 DISCLAIMERS & WARNINGS ✶ swearing, drinking. not proofread, may be misspellings.
🥽/🍁 NOTE FROM VAL ✶ Kai and Speed finally did it 🥹🥹 | MOODBOARD |
THE CORE HOUSE had developed a very specific kind of morning routine. Nobody woke up at the same time, nobody ate breakfast at the same time. And nobody, under any circumstances, knew where their own belongings were.
By eleven, you had already found one of Jason’s hoodies in the bathroom, Laiys’s camera battery in the refrigerator, and a single sneaker sitting inexplicably in the middle of the kitchen counter.
You were standing in the kitchen, staring at the sneaker, when Jason walked past you with a coffee. “You gonna move that?”
You pointed at it, “That’s not mine.”
“Didn’t ask if it was.”
“Why would I move it?”
“Because you’re closer.”
You looked at him, he looked at you. Neither of you moved.
Finally, Jason sighed, walked over, picked up the sneaker, and carried it upstairs. You smiled into your coffee.
“You’re welcome,” he called from the hallway.
“I didn’t say thank you.”
“I know.”
An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Jason’s car with a camera pointed at both of you. Ybg, Jason’s cameraman, sat in the back.
The plan was simple. A shopping stream, nothing complicated.
You needed a few things for the upcoming party, Jason needed clothes, and apparently the Core House had decided that watching the two of you argue over what to buy counted as entertainment.
Jason started the stream before he’d even pulled out of the driveway. “What’s up everybody?” The chat immediately started moving.
JASE AND GIRL NEXT DOOR
SHOPPING STREAM
YBG WE MISSED YOU
ARE THEY FINALLY ADDRESSING THE RUMORS
Jason glanced at the screen. “Absolutely not.”
You laughed, “You’ve been streaming for thirty seconds.”
“And I’m already tired.”
Ybg laughed from the back, “That’s probably a record.”
Jason pulled onto the road. “Today we’re shopping.”
“For what?”
“Stuff.”
You looked at him, “Very descriptive.”
“I’m not giving away the itinerary.”
“You don’t have an itinerary.”
“I have a vision.”
“You have a credit card.”
Ybg made a noise behind the camera, the chat exploded.
SHE GOT HIM
HIS FACE 😭
JASON PLAY DEFENSE
Jason glanced at you, “You’re getting bold.”
“I’ve always been like this.”
“I know.” The way he said it made you smile.
Your first stop was a designer clothing store.
You needed something for the upcoming party, and after walking around for nearly twenty minutes, you found a top you liked.
You held it up, “What do you think?”
Jason looked over, “It’s cute, get it.”
You checked the price tag. “Absolutely not.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not paying that much for a top.”
Jason reached for it, “I’ll get it.”
You immediately pulled it away, “No sir.”
“Why?”
“Because I can buy my own clothes.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you offering?”
“Because I want to.”
“Still no.”
Jason looked at Ybg, “She’s difficult.”
Ybg shrugged. “I’ve been watching you two for an hour.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know enough.”
You laughed.
Jason took the top back off the hanger, “Fine.” He held it out, “Consider it a birthday present.”
“My birthday is in December.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s two months away.”
“I plan ahead.”
“You’ve known me for like five minutes.”
“More than five minutes.”
“Still.”
He smiled, “Just take the top.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“You like me.” The words slipped out so naturally that neither of you reacted for a second.
Then Ybg made a quiet choking sound behind the camera, the chat went insane.
OH
HE DID NOT
YOU LIKE ME???
You felt your face warm, Jason simply smiled and walked toward the register.
You followed, “You can’t just say things like that.”
“I can.”
“Jay.”
“Relax.” He glanced over his shoulder, “I know.”
The shopping trip continued like that. Every time you picked something up, Jason would ask if you wanted it. Every time he tried to pay, you refused.
Eventually, you started jokingly hiding behind Ybg whenever Jason approached the checkout counter. “This is harassment.”
“I’m trying to be nice.”
“You’re trying to spend all your money.”
“It’s my money.”
“And?”
“And I can spend it.”
“On yourself.”
“Maybe I want to spend it on you.”
You stopped walking, Ybg slowly lowered the camera, but it was too late. Chat already saw.
just date atp bro
it’s just content 😭😭
Jason wilinnn
Jason realized what he’d said. He cleared his throat, “I mean…”
You smiled, “I know what you meant.”
He smiled back. “Good.”
By the time you returned to the Core House, the sun was beginning to set. The house had transformed again.
Adapt had dragged a grill onto the patio. String lights had been turned on. The pool lights were glowing. Music played through the outdoor speakers.
The boys had decided on a barbecue. Of course, everyone was streaming.
You walked outside and immediately heard Ron yell, “MOM AND DAD ARE BACK!” Laiys snickered behind the camera.
You stopped. Jason groaned, “Ignore him.”
“I heard that!”
“You were supposed to bitch.”
Everyone laughed.
Dinner became chaotic almost immediately.
Ron burned the first batch of burgers, Silky forgot the buns, Lacy was arguing about whether grilled corn counted as a vegetable.
You sat at the outdoor table with 2 cold Smirnoffs while Jason stood near the grill. You pass one to him as he accepted it before sitting down.
He looked over every few minutes, “You good?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“You ate?”
“Yes.”
“Actually?”
“Yes.”
He nodded, “Okay.”
You smiled, “You keep checking.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “Because you forget to take care of yourself when you’re busy.”
You stared at him for a second, “You’ve noticed that?”
“Obviously.”
You smiled softly. “That’s kind of sweet.”
“Don’t tell anybody.”
You pretended to think about it, “Too late.”
The evening continued. Everyone was laughing, the streams were still running. The chat moved too quickly to read.
At one point, you were sitting beside Jason on the outdoor couch while everyone debated which movie to watch afterward.
You leaned closer to see something on his phone. “What are you looking at?”
“Chat.”
“What are they saying?” He turned the screen toward you.
JASON STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT
BRO THINKS WE DON’T SEE IT
GIRL LOOK AT HIM
You laughed, “They’re ridiculous.”
“You encourage them.”
“How?”
“You keep smiling at me.”
You looked at him, “Maybe you’re funny.”
“Maybe?”
“Sometimes.”
He smiled. “I’ll take it.”
Eventually, Marlon approached you. “Hey.”
You looked up, “Hey.”
“Can I talk to you?”
You hesitated. “Sure.”
He nodded toward the hallway. You followed him through the first floor to his room. His room was quiet compared with the patio.
He left the door open. For a moment, neither of you said anything.
Then Marlon sighed, “I wanted to apologize.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ve been making things weird.”
“A little.”
He gave a small laugh, “Yeah.” He looked down. “I shouldn’t have done what I did at the party.”
“You don’t have to keep apologizing.”
“I know,” He paused, “but I wanted to.”
You smiled faintly. “Thank you.”
Marlon looked at you. “And I meant what I said about liking you.”
You didn’t look surprised. “I figured.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
You smiled awkwardly, “Thanks.”
“And you’re funny.”
“Okay.”
“Smart.”
“You’re really committed to this list.”
He laughed, “I’m serious.”
“I know.”
He sat on the edge of his bed, “I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t some random thing.”
You nodded. “I appreciate that.”
He took a breath, “But I understand.”
You looked at him. “Understand what?”
“That you like Jay.”
Your eyebrows lifted, “How did you—”
“Come on.” He laughed. “It’s not exactly a secret.”
You smiled. “Yeah.”
Marlon nodded. “What is it about him?”
You thought about it, “I don’t know.”
“That’s not an answer.”
You laughed softly. “I know.” You looked down at your hands. “It just feels different.”
“Different how?”
You smiled despite yourself, “Ive never really had someone give me butterflies.”
Marlon nodded slowly. “That’s corny.”
“I know.”
“But…” He smiled, “Kind of cute.”
You laughed. “I told you it was corny.”
He stood, “I’m glad you’re happy.”
You looked at him. “Thank you.”
He opened the door. “Go.”
“Go where?”
“Your boyfriend is probably wondering where you are.”
You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Marlon smiled. “Not yet.”
You shook your head as you walked back downstairs.
Jason immediately noticed you, “There you are.”
“Hi.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He studied your expression. “What did he want?”
“To apologize.”
Jason nodded, “Okay.”
“He did.”
“I’m glad.”
You sat beside him. “He also said he understands.”
“Good.”
You smiled, “He knows.”
“Knows what?”
“That I like you.”
Jason went quiet. The noise of the patio seemed to disappear for a second. “You told him?”
“Kind of.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
You looked at him. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“You have that face.”
“What face?”
“The one where you’re trying not to smile.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You laughed, “You’re terrible at hiding things.”
“So are you.”
You nudged his shoulder. “Shut up.”
He smiled, “Make me.”
You stared at him. He stared back, then both of you started laughing.
From across the patio, Ron yelled, “WE CAN STILL SEE YOU TWO!”
You immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Jason laughed so hard he nearly dropped his phone.
By midnight, the streams finally started winding down. The backyard was quieter. The grill had been turned off. Most of the house had moved inside.
You sat on the porch steps with Jason beside you. The city lights stretched beyond the backyard.
“You know,” he said, “three weeks isn’t very long.”
You looked over, “I know.”
“You still have to go back.”
“Yeah.”
“And your birthday’s in December.”
You smiled. “You remembered.”
“Of course.”
“What are you planning?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“You don’t even know.”
“I’ll figure something out.”
You laughed, “You better.”
He smiled. “I will.”
For a moment, neither spoke. Then he looked at you, “I’m glad you came here.”
You smiled. “Me too.”
The words were simple, but they carried more weight than either of you acknowledged.
Inside, someone shouted that they’d ordered pizza.
You stood, grabbing his hand, “Come on.”
Jason followed. “What?”
“Pizza.”
“You’re always hungry.”
“Okay rude. And you’re always paying for things.”
He laughed. “Fair.”
You walked back into the house together. Neither of you noticed Ybg still standing near the doorway with his camera.
The red recording light was on, and somewhere in the back of the camera…He had captured another moment the internet would probably lose its mind over.
Synopsis: After driving his drunk friends home, Buck gets a surprise.
Warnings: Fluff; alcohol consumption (all adults); responsible driver (don't drink and drive); drunkenness; hangover; confessions; kissing.
"Why are we here again?" he asked, taking a sip of his water while watching his friends take another shot of tequila.
"Because your birthday is in three weeks!" Eddie replied, throwing his arm over his friend, shouting and slurring his words. Buck winced at the loud sound in his ear and the alcohol breath, of course.
"And if that's why, why aren't I drinking?" he huffed, removing Eddie's arm from his shoulders, only to be hugged by his other friend.
"Because you're the designated driver tonight, DUH!" Unlike Eddie, her loud, slurred tone and alcohol breath didn't bother Buck at all.
"I think you've had enough," he said, moving the shot glass from her hand.
"You're boring!" she said, sticking her tongue out at Buck as if that were a big deal.
"He is!" Eddie agreed. "Let's dance?!"
"There's no dance floor here," Buck retorted, as if that would stop his two drunk friends from getting up and going near the bar's speakers. "It's going to be a long night," he huffed, taking another sip of his water.
Buck stayed there for a few more minutes, watching Eddie and her dancing like crazy. Laughing a little at his friend's clumsy movements, and Eddie's oddly well-coordinated steps. If he were a decent friend, of course he wouldn't film that and send it to everyone they knew… But if THEY were decent friends, they wouldn't take Buck to "celebrate his birthday" and designate him as the responsible driver. So it was only fair that everyone knew that Eddie had surprisingly precise coordination even when drunk, and executed steps that looked choreographed by a professional. As for her… Well, she moved as if she were trying to drown an invisible insect on the floor.
"Okay, guys," he announced, getting up from the table. "Time to go."
"NOOO!" she screamed, clinging to his arm. "They haven't sung happy birthday yet!"
"My birthday is in three weeks…" Buck reminded her patiently.
"But it's your pre-birthday!" Eddie argued, staggering over to them. "That deserves celebration!"
"You two can barely stand," Buck pointed out, holding Eddie's shoulder when he nearly fell backward. "Come on. I'm taking you home."
"You're boring," she grumbled, but allowed him to guide her out of the bar.
The night air hit the three of them like a thermal shock. Buck breathed in deeply, grateful for the cool breeze that contrasted with the stuffy, alcohol-filled air of the establishment. Eddie swayed, leaning heavily on his shoulder.
"Alright…" Buck murmured, adjusting his friend's weight. "Let's get you guys in the car."
The drive was short and relatively quiet, except for Eddie's occasional snores—he had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. She was in the back, humming softly to a song Buck didn't recognize, her head resting against the window.
First, they dropped off Eddie. Buck practically carried his friend to the front door, helping him find his keys and making sure he got to bed safely.
"You're the best friend in the world…" Eddie declared dramatically, already semi-conscious in bed.
"You're not going to think that tomorrow when you see the videos," Buck replied with a smile. "Goodnight, Eddie."
"Goodnight, Buck."
She was waiting in the car with her eyes closed when Buck returned. He tapped lightly on the window to wake her, and she slowly opened her eyes, a sleepy smile forming on her face.
"Hey, Buck!" she murmured, her voice still slurred by alcohol.
"Hey, sweetheart!" he imitated her tone, making her laugh. "Ready to go home?"
The drive to her apartment was even shorter. Buck parked and went to help her out of the car, keeping an arm firmly around her waist as she staggered toward the door.
"Your keys," he reminded her, extending his hand.
She furrowed her brows, pouting as she shoved her hands into her pockets. He waited patiently for her to fish out the keys. When she did, Buck extended his hand for her to give them to him, but instead she brought them to the keyhole. Or tried to.
With the same coordination she had when dancing, she was trying to fit the key into the lock.
Buck watched her miss six times before she lost her balance. Obviously, he prevented her from even getting close to the floor. His strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him, letting her steady herself again.
Buck heard her let out a laugh. Not one of those joke laughs. Not those scandalous, loud ones. One of those low, chuckling ones. As if she were embarrassed.
"You're strong," she said with that same laugh. Buck found it strange but didn't comment.
"Give me the key, sweetheart," he asked, gently taking the key from her hand. Afraid she might fall again, Buck didn't let go of her body while opening the door. Which made her let out another one of those laughs.
"Sooo strong!" she said, letting herself be carried into her apartment.
"I work out a lot," he joked. Buck tried to set her down on the floor, but her knees buckled like jelly. "Whoa! Got you!" he said more instinctively than he meant to. She laughed again. "What are you laughing at, huh?" he asked, setting her down again—this time, she stayed standing. She swayed from side to side, laughing as if he were telling jokes.
"Nothing…" she shrugged. "You should be a firefighter… You're so strong…" she placed her hands on Buck's biceps, who laughed at her.
"You're going to regret this so much tomorrow," he joked, knowing she was very drunk and the hangover would be horrible. "Come on, let's get you to bed."
"Oooh! Taking me to bed!" she hummed, practically being dragged by him. "Wanna play firefighter?"
"You're going to sleep," he said in a tone that made her pout.
He put her on the bed, took off her shoes, and wrapped her in the blanket. But before he could stand up and leave, he heard a sniffle.
"You can't be a firefighter!" she said, her voice trembling. Buck saw by the reflection of the lit lamp, tears in his friend's eyes.
He couldn't help but feel his heart tighten at that scene.
"What? Why are you crying?" he asked, sitting down next to her on the mattress. She sniffled again, wiping her tears with the back of her hands.
"Because you can't be a firefighter!" she said louder, slapping her hands on the blanket.
"Okay… Why can't I be a firefighter?" Buck asked, a little surprised by her reaction. She cried louder before answering:
"Because I already love a firefighter!" she sobbed. "I can't love two!" Buck's heart stopped.
"You… You love a firefighter?" she nodded. "Who?!" he felt his stomach churn. It was Eddie. He was sure of it. It could only be him.
"I can't say…" she huffed.
"Is it Eddie?" he asked, his mouth suddenly dry. She shook her head more dramatically than necessary. "Then who is it? Ravi?" Again she shook her head.
"I'm not telling!" she cried. "I'm not telling! You're going to leave and I'll never see you again!"
"What?" Buck asked, more confused than ever. "Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere," he said, trying to calm her crying, and it seemed to work—her sobs decreased and her tears seemed to dry. "How about we talk about this tomorrow? When you're sober. Hmm?" he asked, and she nodded. Buck pulled the blanket up to her neck, watching her snuggle in. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
"Goodnight, Buck," she said, her eyes already closing. He got up from the mattress, ready to leave and maybe have a few beers when he got home. After all, his longtime friend—and the woman he'd realized he felt more for than he should—had just confessed she was in love with someone else. He deserved a few beers to drown that feeling in his chest. "I love you, Buck."
He froze in place. His heart raced. His breathing grew heavier and he trembled.
"What?!" Buck turned to her, kneeling beside the bed and seeing that she was already asleep. "Sweetheart?! What did you say?!" Nothing. Just a mumble asking to be left to sleep in peace.
Buck stood still for a long moment, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest. She loved him. Not Eddie. Not Ravi. Him. Buck.
He brought his hand to her face, wiping away the rest of her tears and smoothing her messy hair. He leaned in and let his lips rest on her relaxed forehead. Leaving a small kiss there.
"I… I love you too, sweetheart," he murmured, not believing that his first "I love you"—first in many, many, many years—was to a woman who wouldn't even remember it the next day. But that was okay, he would remember for both of them.
Buck left the room, leaving the lamp still on in case she woke up in the middle of the night.
Buck stood still in the living room, the echo of her words resonating in his mind.
I love you, Buck.
And with a silly smile appearing on his face, he threw himself onto the sofa. Pulled a cushion as a pillow and stayed there.
The sunlight streaming through the window woke her with a pounding headache. She groaned, covering her eyes with her arm. Her stomach churned and her mouth tasted of something she preferred not to identify.
What had happened the night before? She remembered the bar, some shots… Dancing with Eddie… And then… Nothing. A complete blank.
With a monumental effort, she sat up in bed, waiting for the world to stop spinning. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she saw that she was still wearing last night's clothes, which explained why she was so uncomfortable.
She got up and headed to the bathroom. The shower water was cold, which quickly woke her from that lingering sleep that still clung to her body. After getting out of the shower and throwing on the first clothes she saw, she staggered to the kitchen. Coffee. She needed coffee.
However, when she left her room, the smell of food filled her apartment.
In the kitchen, Buck was at the stove, still in last night's clothes. He was moving something in a pan, and she could see he'd been busy—there was a stack of pancakes next to him, coffee, fresh bread, and even a fruit salad.
"Buck?!" she called, not hiding her surprise at seeing him there.
"Hey! Good morning, sunshine!" he turned, placing the scrambled eggs on a plate. You could tell they weren't plain eggs—they had tomatoes, bacon pieces, seasonings… Buck was no stranger to the kitchen. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pouring water into a glass and handing it to her.
"Wonderful," she murmured against the glass, clearly sarcastic. "What are you doing here?" she asked, placing the empty glass on the kitchen counter, next to the plates Buck was serving. She didn't have a table, after all.
"Don't you remember?" he asked with a slightly disappointed tone that made her frown.
"No," she was honest. "I remember having some… many shots. Dancing with Eddie and…" at that moment, a flash of memory invaded her mind.
She remembered Buck taking them home. Remembered laughing like a fool. Remembered flirting with him. Remembered… Oh.
"Oh no," she murmured, hiding her face in her hands. "Oh no, no, no, no." She heard the sound of Buck's laugh. Heard his footsteps approaching her.
"Relax… It wasn't that bad."
"Not that bad?! Buck!" she groaned, wishing the world would split open so she could be swallowed and disappear. "I said things!"
"You did," he confirmed, still laughing. But it wasn't a laugh of malice or cruelty. "Said some pretty interesting things."
"Buck," she lifted her head from her hands. "I'm so sorry. I was drunk and—"
"You said you loved me," he cut her off, taking one of her hands in his. "Is it true?" he asked.
She saw the look of hope. His hair full of rebellious curls, slightly flattened from the sofa. His beard a little longer from not being shaved. And a small, hopeful smile on his sweet lips.
"Is it true that you love me?" he asked again, moving a little closer.
"Yes," there was no way to hide it. No way to deny it looking into those eyes.
"Thank God," Buck said, using his other hand to guide her into a kiss. And thank God she'd brushed her teeth in the shower.
His lips had a slight taste of coffee and pancake sweetness—obviously, he'd been nibbling on them while making coffee. His big, strong hands wrapped around her body, pulling her even closer. While hers were content to rest on those strong muscles Buck had cultivated on his chest.
"Thank God it wasn't Eddie. Or Ravi."
"What?" she asked, confused. Certainly not what she expected to hear after a kiss.
"You said you loved a firefighter," he commented, smiling as she hid her face in his body. "I got a little… jealous thinking it was Eddie or Ravi."
"Could have been Bobby," she said in a teasing tone. "Or Hen. Or Chimmy." He rolled his eyes at each name, smiling at her tone.
"But it's me," now there was a pride in his voice she rarely heard. Buck tilted his head to kiss her again, quicker this time.
"Yes. It's you," she replied between kisses. "And you… Do you feel the same?" now her tone was insecure. Of course, she'd confessed. Of course, Buck had kissed her. But she needed to be sure.
"I love you. Have for a while now," he said without looking away or changing his tone.
She smiled at hearing that. Some pieces of the puzzle clicked into place.
Almost a year ago, Buck had a relationship with a reporter. And when they broke up, the reporter placed the blame on her… Now she could imagine why.
"Can I take you out on a date today?" he asked, and she thanked all her lucky stars that today was her day off.
Pairing: Evan Buckley x Daughter Reader, Eddie Diaz x Buck's Daughter! reader
Summary: After surviving a house fire that was no accident, Y/N and her dad, Buck, are trying to put their lives back together. But when old secrets come to light and a familiar enemy shows up, their family's sense of safety falls apart. As Buck, Eddie, and the rest of the 118 hurry to bring Y/N home, she learns that some fires never really go out and that the people who love her will do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Chapter 1: Sneaking Out, Getting Caught
Chapter 2: Burning Shadows
Chapter 3: The Wrong Badge
Chapter 4: Every Second Counts
Chapter 5: No More Secrets
Chapter 6: A Father's Promise
Chapter 7: The Trail You Left Behind
Chapter 8: The Move
Chapter 9: Keep Your Eyes Open
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