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these lips can't wait to taste your skin - eddie diaz x reader
Eddie is grumpy.
You were doing a social media trend on him without his knowledge - one where a partner decides to avoid kissing the other and seeing how long that’ll last.
Which has been hard on both of you, but you were committed to the bit - so every time Eddie came to kiss you, you dodged him. Pretending you dropped something, turning your face to look out the window, drinking out of your water bottle - each time you avoided his kiss you saw him get poutier and grumpier, and you weren’t faring that much better either, if you were honest.
Three hours into the day, where the two of you had been driving around doing errands, you ask him: “Should we grab a bite to eat?”
Eddie looks over at you from the driver’s seat and agrees readily. He reverses the truck into the restaurant’s parking spot in one-go with only one hand (your kryptonite), before unbuckling his seatbelt. “Your usual?”
You nod, and notice that he was leaning in for a kiss before he got out of the vehicle. You make to turn your face away, but Eddie is quicker than you. His big palm cradles your cheek, positioning you to face him, before he finally, finally presses his lips to yours.
The two of you sigh happily into it, and you smile at how just a few hours without kissing was messing with both of you. Eddie pulls back, looks at your face fondly, then goes into for another quick kiss, then another.
Eddie then gets out of the truck. “Now my day can finally start right.” He winks, before heading to grab the food.
You lean your head against the window, watching him saunter confidently into the restaurant, a giant grin on your face.
Hi! Not a request, i just wanted to say I really love and appreciate your writing. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face even on hard days ♥️
no thank YOU my love! I really appreciate you saying this 🥹💞
sweet child of mine - evan buckley x reader
Based on this request: Idk if you write preganacy, but if you do, can you write one where after Theo was adopted reader finds out shes pregnant but she's scared to tell Buck? Thank you!
Buck's house was filled to the brim with family and friends, balloons and decorations on every surface to celebrate Buck adopting Theo.
The process had been long and arduous, but the twin faces of relief on Buck and Theo had been palpable when the adoption had been finalized.
You look at the two of them playing in the backyard, Buck giving Theo a piggyback ride and racing Jee, who was on Chim's back. You look at them with an adoring expression, but your thoughts were racing.
"How far along are you?"
You startle, whipping your head to look at Hen. Karen stands next to her, the two of them sporting knowing yet kind looks.
You consider lying or laughing it off, but you were tired of keeping it to just yourself. "9 weeks." You admit.
"He doesn't know?" Karen questions, but she already knows the answer.
You shake your head. "Getting Theo home was the priority. I didn't want to add more stress on him."
"What about now? Are you going to tell him soon?" Hen asks.
I've got some color back, she thinks so too - eddie diaz x reader
Based on this: Thinking about eddie and reader, when he started with the mustache and just readers reaction to it
“I don’t feel worthy of juice?”
“Of joy.”
Eddie looks into the mirror, razor in hand. He then looks to the side of the sink, where you were seated on a stool, looking at him with kind eyes. You give him an encouraging smile, but before the razor meets the space above his upper lip, you stand up to press him a firm kiss, the whiskers tickling your face.
“You may proceed.” You say jokingly, sitting back down.
Eddie laughs, and abides willingly. He watches as the small hairs scatter and fall into the sink, and couldn’t help but feel like he was shedding more than the facial hair. He felt like he was shedding three whole decades worth of guilt, grief, and loss.
When his face is bare, he drops the razor and looks at himself. He smiles small at the Eddie in the reflection. For the first time in a while, he realized he missed this Eddie. The one capable of joy and fun and whimsy, who wasn’t hiding behind a mask.
“How’s it look?” Eddie asks.
You put your palms on his cheeks, feeling the smooth skin. He closes his eyes and leans comfortably into your hands. “I love it.”
And Eddie can safely say that he was learning to love it, and himself again too.
Are you taking requests rn? Love your fics
I am! when I end up writing them is another story but I do try my best to get through 'em all if I can
& thank you!!!
Ok I know this is like super random, but I love how the styling department makes the cast wear the same pieces of clothing multiple times, idk it just seems more realistic that way. ALSO Buck needs to get rid of that striped dress shirt.
no you're so right!!! I also love seeing buck/oliver wear those Elwood sweaters and similar shoes often. alayna is so good at her job fr
Hope you’re enjoying your vacation!! Mwahhh
thank you my love!!!! xx
hi my loves! I'm in italy eating my weight in tiramisu and pasta so there'll be a week without fics, but feel free to send requests as usual and I"ll get to them when I can!
happy hiatus babes xx
sheet snatcher - evan buckley x reader
Buck is a pretty happy-go-lucky guy. He isn’t likened to a golden retriever for no reason - he very rarely gets mad. Least of all with his wife.
With one exception….
“Baby.” Buck groan-laughs. “Will you stop hogging the blankets?!”
You turn around to face him, 3/4ths of the blanket rolled around your body in a cocoon, an oddly misshapen cape. You look defensive. “I’m not hogging anything!”
“My uncovered and exposed leg says otherwise.” Buck retorts.
“Exposed to what?”
“The monsters, obviously.”
“You think the monster wouldn’t catch you if you had a blanket covering you?”
“Well, at least he’d have an extra layer to get through before eating me.”
You blink in surprise. “Why is he eating you?”
“Why do monsters do most things?” Buck shrugs.
You nod sagely. “That is true.”
The two of you then start to chuckle - because this is mostly how all of your petty arguments go. You were best friends, first and foremost, before you were a married couple.
You roll over, blankets and all, on top of Buck so that you were face-to-face, chest-to-chest. “Would this help you from the monsters?”
Buck smiles softly, entirely endeared. He squeezes you closer to his body. “Yeah. This is much better protection than just the comforter.”
The two of you wake up in that position the next morning, and Buck can safely say that it was one the better nights of sleep he ever had.
Also the picture you have of eddie as your header (?) Damn he's hot
I yearn for the moustache like a grieving widow fr, no one did facial hair quite like s8 eddie
THANK YOU!!!
for writing for 911 you are truly a blessing, love your fics youre an amazing writer 🫶
giving you all the smooches and hugs rn!! that's so kind of u to say, thank you sm for reading ❣️🥹🥹
two for one deal - evan buckley x reader
(I couldn't find a gif of Buck with Theo)
"Do you want to be friends with Mr. Poop?"
You blink rapidly, not sure how to answer the question that the sweet, cute toddler in front of you asked.
You had a few days off of work, so you decided to discover the new coffee shop/bakery that had opened right around the corner from you. You had been sitting outside on the bakery's patio chairs, taking in the sunshine, when the toddler materialized in front of you.
"I live with Mr. Poop. He's very nice." The toddler continues.
"Theo! Hey, Theo, buddy, we don't let go of hands in public!" A man says, out of breath, coming to a stop behind the toddler.
You look up to meet the eyes of the man (Mr. Poop?) and your heart stutters. The man had the most gorgeous azure eyes, blondish-brown lashes framing them.
The man seems taken aback too.
"You must be Mr. Poop." You state with an amused laugh, holding out your hand.
The man chuckles heartily, shaking your hand with zero ounce of embarrassment. He places a hand on the toddler's shoulder, and looks at him fondly. "The name is Buck, actually. And this is Theo."
You introduce yourself, realizing that the two of you were still shaking hands even after the introductions were made. You let go with a clearing of the throat.
"So, will you be his friend?" Theo asks, eyes wide and innocent.
You fake ponder for a second. "How about this? I'll be his friend, only if I can be yours, too."
Theo grins widely. "Deal!"
Little did any of you know, this meet-cute would only be the beginning.
we could let our friends crash in the living room - eddie diaz x reader
“TERMITES!”
“…Hello to you, too.” Eddie’s bemused voice sounds through the phone.
“My apartment has termites, Eds! I have to stay out of the house for at least a week!”
Eddie grimaces on his end of the phone, even as his heartbeat picks up at the implication. Somehow, he is able to offer:
“Just stay at mine’s.”
Offering your friend a place to stay temporarily is a admirable act. Offering your friend that you are in love with a place to stay temporarily might just be the most foolish decision ever.
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” You offer hours later, dropping your duffle bags at the front door.
Eddie raises an eyebrow at you, completed with an unimpressed blank stare.
the wedding wait - evan buckley x reader
Buck looks like he had gotten shot.
Or like you had shot a gaggle of puppies in front of him.
"Say that again for me, babe?" Buck questions, hoping that he had misheard or that you would change your statement once you realize the ridiculousness of it.
"We can't have sex until our wedding night." You confirm, going back to preparing dinner.
"Our wedding night is in three weeks." Buck states slowly, as if you didn't know or have it circled with a heart in every calendar in the house.
You roll your eyes at Buck, turning to face your back to him so you could focus on shredding cheese for tacos. "Well aware, honey. It would just be so much more special for us to wait those measly three weeks, though."
Buck's eyes drift down at your butt, almost like they had their own gravitational pull, and sighs longingly. It was going to be a long few weeks.
what I like about you - buddie x reader
Based on this request: Hiiiiiiiii ❤️ could I please request a Buddie x reader where the three of them are best friends and they are out one night and the reader does something that makes Eddie realise he's in love with her and Buck is like "finally! Me too. Let's tell her!" 😂
Contrary to popular belief, Eddie is not a repressed man.
Alright, he can hear an imaginary audience laughing at him. But really, truly, he's working on it, alright? He has been allowing himself to feel and emote, things that had never been super encouraged for Eddie when he had been growing up with Helena and Ramon.
So yeah, he's trying and learning. In fact, he has recently learned that he is demisexual. He had taken a page from Buck and spent an entire night internet searching, and going down rabbit holes before landing on that definition. His heart skipped a beat when he read how perfectly that term fit him - that in order to experience true romantic feelings for someone, he needed to form a genuine, emotional relationship with them.
He thinks about Shannon, and while they hadn't been the best at communicating, she genuinely had been his best friend, whom he had loved.
The issue is, Eddie Diaz has two best friends. Two best friends that he realized that he had feelings for, and was attracted to: Buck and you.
dearly beloved - evan buckley x reader
Based on this request: okeeeey i LOVEEE hotel transylvania 🥹🥹 and tonight i'm watching it, i don't know if you've ever seen it, but there's this scene where johnny and maeves are in a park with a bunch of kids and she's doing skateboard tricks, haha. and jonny says, 'that's my girlfriend, guys,' and maeves says, 'your wife, jonny,' and he's fascinated. 🥺🥺🥺can you write something like that with buck? jonny gave me such buck vibes haha that i couldn't help but imagine him introducing the reader as his girlfriend and her as 'your wife' and buck feels like the luckiest bastard in the world.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🥹🥹♥️♥️♥️🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻
You’re a pretty stellar pool player.
It’s your favourite thing to whip out as a party trick, and so far no one in the 118 has been able to match your skill and aim, so frankly, they’ve given up on even playing against you.
Which is why, on this very Saturday night, you had agreed to play against a girl at the bar where you, Buck, and the rest of the 118 had decided to hang out at.
After you sink ball after striped ball, you glance over your shoulder at your husband. Buck’s face was flushed pink, but whether it was due to the alcohol or the fact that he had been staring at your bent waist was unclear. What was crystal clear though, was his unshakeably proud grin and the mega-watt hearts in his eyes.
After you sink the 8-ball, you smile at your opponent, shrugging with faux modesty back at the 118 as they cheer and clap.
“That’s my girlfriend, guys.” Buck breathes, completely smitten and fond.
“Your wife, Buck.” You correct. It had barely been two weeks since your wedding, and since the engagement hadn’t lasted super long either, it was a term both of you were having a blast getting used to.
“Even better.” Buck grins cheekily, and you couldn’t help but peck a kiss to his mouth in response. You concurred.