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vow for now - evan buckley x reader
"Marry me."
You blink back at Buck, entirely gobsmacked at the question.
You had come to Buck's place for your typical Friday night of pizza and badly made action movies. You had not been expecting this random question, or rather instruction? from your best friend, who you did not share any romantic ideas for, nor would you ever.
(So your brain hasn't caught up with your heart, yet, alright? They'll come to an agreement eventually.)
"What?" You ask after a beat of silence, when Buck doesn't continue talking or laughing the two words off as a joke.
Buck sighs, then finally meets your eyes. You see anxiety and fear pooling in his baby blues, which you furrow your brow at. "I want to foster Theo. I know that my income and support system makes me a good candidate, but being married would make me even better, so I was think -"
"Yes."
"Yes?" Buck repeats in awe, not expecting you to agree.
got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too - eddie diaz x reader
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it hot.
Obviously, everything about your boyfriend was hot to you. Eddie was all lean muscle and chiselled like a Greek statue, but despite a hard exterior, he was soft. He was attentive to patients on calls, sweet with kids, and a really great boyfriend.
But this side of Eddie was different to you. The possessive, jealous one.
The two of you had decided to get salads at a cute restaurant. The two of you were sat on the restaurant’s patio, and you had been rambling about some random subject when the waiter had come by to take your orders. A waiter who didn’t look older than their early twenties, and who couldn’t stop complimenting and flirting with you.
You saw the tick in Eddie’s jaw, the rigidity in his shoulders during the entire interaction. You obviously don’t flirt back, and once the two of you get your food, you think that you may have just imagined the fleeting jealousy in your boyfriend.
You both leisurely make yourselves back to Eddie’s truck post-lunch, and the car ride back home is comfortably quiet, Eddie’s hand resting on your thigh.
sweet spot - evan buckley x reader
It's on a random Thursday night when Buck receives the text.
Unknown number: Which flavour should I choose?
Buck furrows his brow, squinting at the number to try to piece together if he made any new friends recently, or if any members of the 118 had acquired a new number. He then finds that he doesn't care who it is, but would still very much like to help pick out a flavour for them.
There's a photo that comes in two seconds later of a gelato shop's menu. Buck doesn't hesitate before he sends back a response.
Buck: One scoop pistachio, one scoop lemon
Unknown number: Bold choices. Will do.
It continues sporadically this way. Sometimes Buck would be at a coffee shop or bakery and would text the stranger to ask what he should try, and vice versa. Buck didn't know anything about this person other than the fact they had a penchant for sweets and lived in L.A.
It's on another random Thursday when Buck is in line at a newly opened bakery. He picks up his phone to take a picture of the handcrafted menu, intent on sending it to his virtual buddy, when the person in front of him does the exact same thing, before sending it to someone.
back at the beach - eddie diaz x reader
(this is largely bc of dua and callum)
You don’t like sand.
You love the beach and the water, but finding sand on your body even days after a beach day is one of your biggest pet peeves.
You and Eddie, your husband (you still got pretty giddy thinking of that newly appointed title), had decided to take a weekday morning off for a picnic at the beach.
The two of you had sat at a picnic table, and once the food was comfortably settled in your stomachs, Eddie and you take off near the water, hand in hand, wedding rings on your respective hands clinking pleasantly together.
Eddie spreads the towels and blankets onto the sand. He takes off his shirt, and settles down stomach-first, turning his head on the side so he can continue watching you.
You look at the big space next to him on the blanket, and make a split decision. You settle down right on top of Eddie’s bare back.
Eddie barks out a laugh, but stays still as you lie down on the length of him. You take the book you were currently reading in hand, and pick up on the chapter where you left off, all the while using him as a daybed.
As you listen to the sound of the waves near you, and as you feel the rhythmic movement of Eddie breathing underneath you, your hatred of sand is nowhere to be found.
Happy belated birthday!!!! I hope you had an amazing day 💗
thank you so much my love! ☺️
Omggg HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY
thank you love!!!
birthday bawl - evan buckley x reader
(this is very self-indulgent because it's my birthday today 🤠)
You never thought that the joke "hot girls cry on their birthday" held any validity to it, until today.
It was the first birthday that you were celebrating since getting together with Buck, and you were excited. Your man had celebrated your one week anniversary with so much fanfare, you could only imagine what he had in store for your birthday.
You wake up with a big smile on your face and head to the kitchen, where Buck was most likely making you a big birthday breakfast.
"Hey babe." You murmur, wrapping your arms around his waist.
obligatory annual reblog 🎁
tattoo my name across your skin - evan buckley x reader
You love Buck's tattoos.
He has more than a handful, not all visible to a stranger, which is why you were currently straddling his waist, while he lays stomach-first on the bed, shirtless.
You admire the few tattoos that he has on his back - dainty flowers and ink lines that represent moments in time or the most important people in his life. You trail your fingers around the outer corners of some of them, before pressing a sweet kiss onto the marked skin.
Buck smiles into his pillow as he feels your lips, but does not move a muscle.
You reach into your nightstand, pulling out a colouring marker that was bought for whenever the two of you babysat Jee. It was a pale blue marker, one that reminds you so much of Buck's eyes, and you find yourself hoping that your kid has eyes like his.
You fill in the flower tattoo with the blue marker, using Buck as your personal colouring book.
When that's all said and done, you add a drawing of your own.
"Okay, I'm done." You state, getting off of him and sliding over to your side of the bed.
Buck nods, sleepily yawning as he goes to the bathroom, picking up his toothbrush and slowly brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. He then turns his back to the mirror, and looks over his shoulder with a small grin, looking at the coloured-in flower, and then squints at your drawing.
A drawing of a couple, clearly the two of you, except, the girl has a bump insinuating that she is pregnant.
Buck drops his toothbrush into the sink with a muted clank, and rushes back into the bedroom. He sinks to his knees next to you, and his eyes are already watering. "Really?"
You nod, tears of joy trailing down your cheeks.
Buck presses a firm, passionate kiss onto your lips, and makes an appointment the very next day to get your drawing permanently inked into his skin.
OMGG I didn't know you wrote smut
Thank you for that masterpiece with buck.
Also i wanna thank yiu for the length of your fics idk if that sounds weird ? But like my attention span is so short I have to force myself to sit down and read a "normal" length fic but with yours it's like everytme I see one I just read it. Idk if that makes sense(?) <33
thank you sm for reading!! I don't think it's weird, I appreciate the compliment :)) and I definitely write smut!!!
dinnertime entertainment -eddie diaz x reader
Based on this request: Hey sweetie! You know the prank trend where the girlfriend asks her bf "permission to eat'? That would be so hilarious with Eddie. The horrified look on his face would be priceless, especially if it happened in front of his Tia 🤣🤣
As Eddie's partner, you think it is your duty to ragebait and fluster him. So you tend to do it whenever he lets his guard down, like at a Sunday night dinner with his Tia.
You, Chris, and Eddie were seated at Pepa's house, stomachs growling as she comes out with dish after dish into the dining room. The three of you had been shooed out of the kitchen earlier, Pepa not accepting any help, but you don't waste time in pulling her down to sit next to you and actually eating her masterpieces.
As Eddie starts passing around the dishes, Pepa asks whether you want elote. You take a beat, before turning towards Eddie. "Babe, am I allowed to have the elote?"
Eddie, who had already been spooning a handful of rice into his mouth like an animal hibernating for winter, looks at you in disbelief and abject horror.
Chris, who's very aware of all TikTok trends (much to his father's dismay), snorts. Eddie whips his head at his son in betrayal.
"Edmundo." Tia says, warning in her voice. "Why are you being asked permission?"
"Because I'm engaged to a menace, Tia."
You beam innocently back at him. "Get ready for a whole lifetime of this, babe."
Eddie groans, but you don't take offence, because the corners of his mouth fight back a fond smile.
won't you give yourself to me - evan buckley x reader
(thinking about buck's thighs always.)
Buck looks at you with a soft grin. He had picked you up from an appointment, one that you had been dreading but knew was ultimately for your own good. Suffice it to say, you were not in a good mood.
You click your seatbelt in place, and in doing so, take note of the drink and snack in the cup holder. Your favourite drink and snack. There were Post-its slapped onto them, with Buck’s handwriting sprawled over saying Drink me and Eat me respectively, complete with a little smiley face.
You look at Buck’s face and give him a small grateful smile. You do exactly that on the comfortably quiet ride home, Buck’s hand securely on your thigh.
When you get home, your spirits are lifted, but not completely. You’re in your head still, overthinking, when Buck maneuvers you onto the couch so you were straddling him. Or more specifically, straddling his thick, trunk of a right thigh.
bad day no more - eddie diaz x reader
It should be a prescription.
A surefire way to manage pain or bad days, one that the doctor can scribble onto a paper and give you.
It would be written as follows: Please spend at least 10 minutes hugging your shirtless boyfriend after a bad day.
That’s exactly what you were doing now. Eddie had been sautéing some garlic and onions for a pasta dish shirtless (which doesn’t seem super safe, but hey, you weren’t the firefighter), when you slouched into the house, grumpy after a long, tiring day. The sight of Eddie like that though, with the savoury scent of the carbs-to-come hitting your nostrils, was enough for your mood to brighten.
You sigh happily, wrapping your arms around his non-existent waist.
Eddie huffs an amused laugh, pushing the hot pan away from the two of you before turning and hugging you properly. You could practically feel yourself melt and let your guard down, surrendering to the comfort of your person.
“Bad day?” Eddie murmurs questioningly into your ear.
“Not anymore.” You promise, and pull him tighter towards you.
no better you than the you that you are - evan buckley x reader
Based on this request: Hi, can you do a Buck fic where he and the reader are dating, and obv he is really strong. But maybe she’s gained some weight or smth, cus Buck bakes so much. And she starts feeling self conscious, and it’s just fluff with how Buck just holds her and whisper how much he loves her? Thank you!
tw: body image issues!
You looked different.
You were happily in a relationship with Buck, and with the relationship came delicious baked goods. Cakes, cookies, no-bake desserts, Buck has truly become a whiz in the kitchen.
"Maybe I'll just follow you to the bedroom?" You offer self-consciously.
Buck looks at you, bewildered. The two of you had been making out on the living room couch, when Buck suggested the two of you take it to the bedroom. Usually, you'd jump and wrap your legs around his waist or Buck would waste no time carrying you bridal-style. So you suggesting this was very much not the norm for the two of you.
Buck tugs you so that you were facing him on the couch, sitting criss-cross apple sauce in front of each other. "What's going on?"
arm candy - eddie diaz x reader
Eddie is fit.
Obviously you know this, as his life partner and lover, but also as someone with eyes. You've seen your boyfriend working out, whether it was with weights at the firehouse or push-ups at home. And you've seen your boyfriend in various states of clothing (and well, the other thing) so you know how ripped Eddie Diaz is.
However, over the past few months you've become intimately aware of how big Eddie's biceps were. It probably had to do with the fact that there was currently a heat wave in effect, and he was wearing more sleeveless and cropped shirts around the house, but it was obscene. You feel like you should slap a rated R warning on his arms.
"Why are you drooling?" Eddie's voice comes through the fog of your unholy thoughts.
"I'm not." You say defensively, but wipe at the corner of your mouth discretely.
Eddie stares at you in amusement, and when he tracks where your eye line had been, he smirks slowly, looking every bit like the Cheshire Cat.
He saunters confidently towards you, where you had been sitting on the couch, absentmindedly watching a teen drama. Eddie leans down, putting an arm on either sides of your head, before murmuring seductively. "You starin' at my arms, babe?"
"Well, sue me, they're huge! Like logs."
Eddie throws his head back, the sweet sound of his laughing hitting your ears like a melody. He looks back at you fondly, before holding out a hand with a raised eyebrow. "Wanna come be my arm candy in the bedroom?"
You slip your hand in his, allowing him to pull you towards the bed and to take advantage of the fact that Chris wasn't home, but couldn't help but quip:
"What does that even mean?"
cuddle up a little closer - evan buckley x reader
“So you hate me.”
“Babe…”
“You want to break up. You want a divorce, is that it?”
Buck stifles a laugh from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, while you stayed seated against the headboard. “I just said I have to get ready for work, hon.”
“In the expense of cuddling me!” You pout, dragging the comforter up to your ears in faux and dramatic sorrow.
Buck chuckles low and barely audible. He’s not gonna lie, it was taking everything in him to actually leave the bed, leave you, and get ready for his 24-hour shift.
He leans over to press a kiss to your mouth, one that you return eagerly and incredibly responsive. Buck gets lost in it - in the feel of your mouth against his, his tongue dancing with yours.
Without breaking apart or separating mouths, Buck grabs his phone from the nightstand and shoots a quick text to Chim.
He peaks an eye at the response he gets within seconds, and moves to get back into bed comfortably next to you.
You look at him, confused. “What are you doing?”
“Asked Chim if he’d be able to get someone to cover for me. Mike from B-shift is expecting a baby and said yes immediately.”
You laugh fondly, then furrow your brow. “I didn’t mean to actually make you skip out on work.”
Buck snuggles you closer to his side. “It’s okay, we both need all the cuddles today.”
I can see you - eddie diaz x reader
It should be illegal.
Or at least come with its own set of warning labels. Please be advised: use of this can cause difficulty breathing in your partner.
This being reading glasses. Specifically, reading glasses on Eddie.
He had gone to his routine eye exam last week, and the optometrist had recommended glasses to see anything in fine print and up close. Eddie had been a little shy about it at first, uncharacteristically thinking about how it made him look old, but had started wearing it regularly when reading novels right before bedtime.
You had been scrolling through your social media in comfortable silence in bed, when you stop to really take in your boyfriend's profile.
His hair was fluffy, coiling slightly in the front in a very Superman-like curl. The absolutely obscene and delicious pair of glasses sat on the bridge of Eddie's slender nose, while his attention was solely on the book in his lap. His pink lips were slightly ajar, canines peeking through as he mouths certain words subconsciously. He was just so incredibly pretty, like a Monet painting, and you could stand in front of him admiring the picture for ages.
"You know I can see you, right?" Eddie asks amused, eyes never wavering from his page.
"Hm?" You respond intelligently, not really registering what he says in your one-track mind that was filled with EddieEddieEddie.
Eddie tosses his book aside and moves quickly to press you further into the mattress. He hovers over you, mischievous and seductive smile in place, as the glasses slip down his nose. He brings a hand up to remove the glasses, when you shake your head, bringing your fingers up to either side of his face to make sure the glasses stayed in their place. "Keep 'em on."
You really, really, liked the glasses on Eddie.