Hi!! I would love to request 9-1-1
Ever since last night episode I can’t help but feel like female reader would go with buck and Eddie to the Nashville competition that they are in.. and she is on the sideline cheering on her boys ! And buck and reader go on cute little Nashville date after everything at the end :) you can add more if you like !
The Nashville Firefighter Combat Games were being held inside a massive indoor training arena just outside downtown.
Bright stadium lights flooded the floor. The metal rafters echoed with whistles, boots on concrete, and the rumble of hundreds of firefighters packed into the stands.
Departments from all over the country had shown up.
LAFD 118 had a small but very loud fan section.
Mostly because of one person.
Y/N stood in the second row of the bleachers, arms braced on the railing, leaning forward like she might jump onto the course at any moment.
She wore dark jeans, white Vans, and Buck’s navy 118 t-shirt that hung just a little oversized on her frame. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail.
Her voice echoed across the arena.
“EDDIE DON’T LET HIM PASS YOU!”
A firefighter from Chicago nearly tripped because he was laughing.
Another department started chanting for their team—
“YOU’RE NOT WINNING THIS ONE!”
The entire section went quiet for a second.
Then someone muttered, impressed, “Damn…”
She turned back to the arena floor and slammed her hands on the railing.
Down below, Buck grabbed the hose bundle for the relay event.
He glanced up into the stands automatically.
It took him half a second to find her.
Intimidating half the arena.
Eddie followed his gaze and shook his head with a laugh.
“If she starts throwing things I’m blaming you.”
Across the arena floor, two members of the Nashville Fire Department stood watching the course.
Captain Don Hart had his arms crossed, observing the relay teams.
Beside him was his son, Ryan Hart, who was also competing in the games that weekend.
Both of them suddenly looked toward the stands when Y/N shouted again.
Another yell echoed across the arena.
“EDDIE YOU’RE LOSING STEAM!”
Don Hart chuckled under his breath.
“That woman sounds like she could run the department.”
Ryan pointed up toward the bleachers.
“She’s scaring the Chicago team.”
Down the course, Buck connected the hose line and sprinted toward the tower stairs.
Eddie grabbed the next segment and took off.
Ryan looked between them and the stands.
“…please tell me that’s not someone’s angry coach.”
Eddie heard the comment and laughed as he slowed after the relay.
Buck wiped sweat from his forehead, still grinning as he looked up at Y/N celebrating like they’d already won.
Ryan gestured toward the stands again.
“Seriously. Who is that?”
Buck didn’t even hesitate.
Don Hart let out a low whistle.
Eddie crossed his arms proudly and nodded toward the stands.
“Best hype woman in the country.”
Y/N slammed the railing again.
Broadway street buzzed with neon lights, music spilling out of every honky-tonk bar.
Buck walked beside Y/N, his arm slung around her shoulders while they wandered down the busy strip.
She still wore the 118 shirt, though now one of Buck’s medals hung around her neck.
“You know,” Buck said, glancing down at her, “pretty sure we won because of you.”
“Oh absolutely,” she said confidently.
“You yelling like a drill sergeant?”
They stopped outside a small rooftop bar overlooking the glowing street below.
Music drifted up into the warm Nashville night.
Buck leaned against the railing beside her.
The city lights reflected in her eyes.
He looked at her the way he always did — like she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
“You looked really hot today,” he said casually.
“In jeans and a t-shirt?”
A country song started playing inside the bar.
“Buck, you cannot dance.”
She placed her hand in his anyway.
“Alright firefighter. Impress me.”
He pulled her close, one arm around her waist, swaying gently while the Nashville lights glittered behind them.
For once, Buck wasn’t loud.
He pressed a kiss to her temple.
“Best part of the games,” he murmured.
She smiled against his shoulder.
“Next year,” she said, “I’m bringing a big cut out of your heads”
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