Summary: Mateo calls you when his roommates won’t let him sleep
Warnings: None
A/n: I’m in love with Probie. Like straight up in love.
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“Mateo?” You croaked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Glancing at the time, you read that it was 2:48 in the morning.
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry for waking you up,” he started, honestly regretting calling you at all, “but my roommates have been having a ‘jam sesh’ all night and I just worked a 24 hour.”
You sat up in bed slowly, still not having come out of the fog completely just yet. “Did you ask them to keep it down?”
“Yeah.. it’s not happening. They want me to play bongos. Could I please crash with you tonight?”
“Oh,” you paused to listen as Mateo took a deep breath, “of course you can.”
He sighed in relief, thanking you and telling you he was on his way. You hung the phone up, getting out of bed to wait for his arrival.
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Not long after your phone call with Mateo, you heard a quiet knock on the door of your apartment before a set of keys started to jingle. The door opened quietly, you assumed he thought you'd gone back to sleep and didn't want to disturb you again. You raised from your spot on the couch to lead the exhausted firefighter inside your apartment. He shuffled inside quickly, letting you slide his jacket off of his arms.
“I’m sorry for keeping you up so late.” He exhaled, finally feeling some of the tension in his shoulders release.
“Don’t even worry about it. ” You moved to head into the other room, but Mateo reached to stop you. He spun you back around, pulling you flush against him. “Thank you.” He mumbled out. Mateo gradually grew heavier against you, letting you know that he really needed that sleep.
“Come on,” you guided him away from the front door, towards the bedroom. He dragged his feet, squeezing your hands.
“Do you want me to sleep on the couch?” He asked respectfully.
“No, Mateo. You just worked a 24 hours shift. You need to sleep in a bed.”
You led him into your room, watching as he flopped into your bed. He rolled over, covering himself with the blanket as you turned to walk away.
“You're not sleeping on the couch, right?” He sat up, now slightly more awake. You laughed at his worried face, he seemed so tired.
“Relax, I’m just going to the bathroom.” You guided him back down, letting him close his eyes.
“Oh, I was worried.” Mateo sighed, reaching in your direction.
You laughed, allowing him to have your hand for a few moments.
“You’re the best..” His grip on your hand loosened, and you let him go.
When you came back into your bedroom, Mateo was knocked out. He was laying exactly where you’d left him, exactly how you’d left him. With a quiet chuckle, you shut the light off and crawled into your bed.
Through his exhaustion, Mateo shifted towards you. He’d thrown an arm around your waist, carefully tugging you closer. Mateo’s face buried itself into your neck, and he let himself succumb to sleep’s call.
You leaned into him, interlacing your fingers with a set of his, and finally letting yourself fall back asleep.
Request (anon): neither one of you can bake but you try to make a cake together
Warnings: A burn, description of a burn
A/n: ahhh so sorry this took so long. I wrote a different version but ended up scrapping it bc I didn't like it lol
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“I kinda need this to turn out halfway decent, cause I told the team it was gonna be the bomb.” Mateo fumbled with a set of measuring cups, dropping them on the counter without much warning.
“Why would you set yourself up like that?” You laughed, handing him the bag of flour.
“Have faith in me.” He felt the corners of his lips tugging upwards.
“I had faith in you last time, I know how you bake.” You jabbed.
“Yeah,” he started, turning towards you with a mock attitude, “I know how you bake too-“
“All the more reason why the cookies were trashed last time.”
Mateo couldn’t argue there. He nodded in agreement before pulling out his phone. He had an audio recording of a Chocolate Fudge Cake recipie saved, and ready to play. He started it, and the two of you got to work.
The recording went by too fast, and you both struggled to keep up. You needed to leave a hand free of ingredients just to pause the recording every few moments.
“How much is a sprinkle?”
“How am I supposed to know?”
Despite the simple directions stated in the recipe, you and Mateo were struggling. Baking was neither of your strong suit’s. Judging by your lack of improvement from the last time you’d tried to bake together, you thought, it would never be. How hard could baking a birthday cake be?
A failed batch of batter and two raw eggs dropped on the floor later, you had the cake in the oven. All that was left to do was to clean up the awful mess you two had made and wait until it was ready to frost.
After the designated baking time, the cake didn’t quite look done. It looked mushy, and was still far more liquid than solid.
“What’s wrong with it?” You asked, poking at the center with a fork.
“Maybe we messed up a step somewhere. Should we just leave it in for longer?”
You shrugged, “I guess so.”
The two of you laughed at the situation, leaving the cake in for another few minutes. Thankfully, it finished baking in that time and looked half decent.
“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Mateo announced, taking the pans out of the oven. He set them both on top of the two potholders you’d laid out and excused himself, leaving the kitchen with a purpose.
You continued your task, finishing washing the utensils. As you went to start wiping the counter down, a small edge in the corner of your eye caught your attention. One of the pans was hanging off of the counter, just a little. It was a bit of a safety risk there. Either one of you could walk by it and bump it, resulting in either a loss of half the cake or the pan burning someone. Without thinking much of it, you grabbed the it to move it a safe distance onto the countertop.
A blinding heat cleared every thought from your mind, and stopped you in your tracks. A yelp escaped your mouth, followed by the smack of the pan landing back on the counter. You subconsciously crouched down, clutching your hand into yourself.
“Y/n?!” Mateo called out, you heard swift footsteps bound towards your location.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He appeared by your side, crouching down to find out what was wrong.
Your jaw wired itself shut in a clench. All you could do was let out a single heavy breath in replies. Mateo looked around, eyes landing on the misplaced pan seemingly thrown on the counter.
“Were you burned?” He asked, already knowing the answer. After you nodded, Mateo requested to see the affected area. Reluctantly, you let him have your hand.
The burn itself was spread across your hand, you could already see it starting to blister into your palm. Thankfully, it wasn’t extremely severe. 2nd degree at the worst, even though it sung like hell. The skin around the blister was red and swelling up quickly. You could feel the throb throughout your wrist, and the pain was increasing as your initial adrenaline began to wear off.
“We need to cool it down with water before the heat spreads any more.”
That was all you needed to hear before you could not stand still anymore.
You left him in the dust in your beeline back to the sink. The faucet started up quickly at the coldest temperature you could turn it to, but you were prevented from submerging your hand into the stream.
“Wait!” Mateo felt the water temperature, “You can’t put cold water on a burn like this.” He turned the handle to the left, warming the temperature just enough to make the temperature less icy.
You squirmed in place, barely able to manage the heat radiating from your hand. At this point, you were nearly in tears. You’d never really had a high pain tolerance, and the surrounding area had swollen enough to ache at every little movement. When Mateo deemed the temperature correct, he reached out to take your hand. Noticing your reluctance, Mateo softened his eyes. He sent you a reassuring look, gently taking your hand in his. He carefully guided your hand into the cool-temperature water stream, holding your arm as if you were made of porcelain.
The burn itself cooled with the water, and you felt the tension in your shoulders loosen. The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you finally felt your jaw unclench. Mateo’s brows were furrowed and you could see the concern for you embedded in his features.
“How does it feel?” He looked up at your face.
“Like I picked up a hot pan.”
He chuckled, turning his attention back to your hand, “You kinda did, babe.”
After about 20 minutes of being under the cool water, Mateo shut it off and left to retrieve some treatment supplies. The burn no longer ached to your core, and the swelling had gone down significantly. When Mateo returned, he examined your burn more closely than he was able to before.
“Give it to me straight, fireman,” You started, drawing a small smile from Mateo, “How bad?”
He looked up at you with serious eyes. “You’ll live.”
You fake laughed. “The burn, please?”
A cheeky grin spread across his face. “It’s not bad, thankfully. I’m gonna put some stuff on it to help with the swelling and pain, and then wrap it. It’ll need to be changed every couple days, but, I can see you making a full recovery.”
You thanked him for his help, and waited patiently while he treated the burn.
“No need to thank me. All in a days work.” He flexed an arm. Your uninjured hand playfully shoved him, and you rolled your eyes.
Mateo cracked little jokes and talked to you about things he’d heard from Marjan and Paul at work as he took care of the injury, doing his best to distract you from any pain as much as he could. When he finished, you had a bright white addition to your hand. The gauze bandage covered a lot of your hand, but it didn’t feel too tight or suffocating.
With another thank you and a kiss ‘to make it better,’ you started to pick up where you’d left off before the injury. You grabbed up the rag with your fully functioning hand and started cleaning the mess off of the stove, trying your best to ignore the feeling in your hand. Once Mateo caught wind of what you were doing, he moved to put a stop to it. His hand found its way to your forearm, grasping it.
“What are you doing?” He questioned.
“Cleaning up? If we're gonna frost this thing we need a clean counter.”
He looked at you like you’d offended him, “You just got hurt, y/n, you shouldn’t be doing much.”
You laughed at his concerned face, “I can help clean up.”
He knew you could. It was possible. Lots of things were possible and not necessary.
“Why don’t you just..” Mateo looked around the room for something, “take a seat here?” he spun a dining room chair around for you.
You rolled your eyes. He sent you a big smile, scooting the chair closer to you.
“Beautiful. Now sit down and let me do the cleaning, please?”
With an exaggerated huff and a thankful smile, you agreed to his request. “Captain Strand better love this cake.”
