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Whumpy fics! Feel free to send me requests and ideas!
Fandoms: One Chicago, The Rookie, Supernatural, 9-1-1, 9-1-1: Lonestar, Ghost Whisperer, Big Sky (only Beau Arlen), The Resident
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I'm thinking about writing a nurse!reader fic where she needs lots of comfort after a rough shift.
Who should I write it about?
Eddie x reader
Buck x reader
Buddie x reader
Migraine
Buddie x reader
WC: 2000ish
The guys take care of her when she has a migraine.
There is a tiny (blink and you'll miss it) hint to Stomach Flu in here too.
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You were lying on the couch watching Set it Up on Netflix when the aura started. At first it was almost like you were just getting tired. You rubbed your eyes trying to clear the slight blur. Quickly it got worse and you felt like you could barely see anything.
“Ugh! Why?” you whined to the empty living room.
You tried to continue to watch the movie in spite of the aura since no pain had set in yet. Until eventually, the nausea started to build.
You decided to just take Tylenol to head off any headache and go to bed hoping to wake up feeling better when Buck and Eddie got home.
As you pushed off the couch, dizziness rose. You gripped the armrest and took some deep breaths.
About half an hour worth of fumbling through your nightly routine later, you flopped into bed. Before plugging in your phone, you pulled up the group chat with your boys.
Seconds later, the typing bubble popped up just before texts came through.
You smiled at the barrage of questions. They had always been worriers and protective but after you got the flu a few months ago and didn't call them, they were all the more protective.
The typing bubble popped up again and you waited for a response.
You smiled as you replied with a “love you too” then plugged in the phone and set it on the nightstand.
–--
Crushing pain. That was what woke you from a dead sleep.
You knew you should have gotten up to take your migraine medication but the idea of moving sounded unbearable. Even rolling seemed like an impossible task.
Eventually you managed to fall back into a fitful sleep. At some point, it occurred to you that Buck had told you to tell them if it got worse but you knew there was no way you could have handled the light from the screen.
The next thing you were vaguely aware of was the sun glaring through the window. You slowly curled into yourself and threw the blankets over your head.
What felt like only minutes later, the bed dipped on either side of you. Then a hand started rubbing up and down your back as the covers were pulled back. “Full migraine set in?” Eddie asked.
You hummed a response, unwilling to even nod your head.
“I knew we should have come home,” Buck said softly. “You were supposed to call if it got worse.”
Whining, you gestured with just a finger to where your phone was. “Too far. Too bright,” you mumbled, trying to pull the cover back up.
One of them ran a hand over the top of your head.
“Have you taken your sumatriptan?” Eddie started to pull the covers further down already assuming the answer.
“No. I hate it.” The autoinjector medication always burned and left a bruise behind. Eddie stood and then you heard the bathroom cabinet open and close before he came back.
“We know you do, baby,” Buck tried to sooth you. “But it'll make you feel better.”
You shifted just enough to bury your face against Buck’s hip. He took your hand as Eddie wiped a cold alcohol wipe across your thigh. You tensed up waiting for the injection.
“Breathe, amor,” Eddie encouraged. He waited through a couple deep breaths before pushing the spring-loaded injector against your leg.
You whimpered at the sting and following burn as the medication entered the muscle.
“All done.” Eddie leaned down and pressed kisses all around the now sore spot.
Buck continued to run his hand over your head and carefully through your hair. “Do you think you can drink some water?”
Despite your nausea, you agreed. “I can try.”
Buck left to fill your favorite tumblr with ice water. “I have water, hot packs, and ice packs,” he announced when he returned.
“Don't wanna move.”
Buck held the straw of the tumbler to your lips so you could take a few sips. Next, he popped the heat packs and set them by your pillow. Eddie carefully lifted you just enough to shift you so that the heat packs were against the back of your neck. Finally, Buck set the wrapped ice pack across your forehead.
They took turns changing out of their work clothes and then both settled into the bed on either side of you.
“Try to get some more sleep,” Eddie suggested.
Both of them peppered you with soft, soothing touches and eventually you managed to doze off.
When you woke, you felt substantially better than you had. There was still quite a bit of nausea and some aches with the much more bearable headache.
You looked to your left and found Buck sound asleep. Smiling at how peaceful he looked, you took his hand and kissed his knuckles. Then, you looked to your right and found Eddie watching you. His phone sat on the bed like he'd just set it down when you woke up.
“Hi,” you greeted, reaching over to touch his arm.
“How ya feeling?”
“A little better. Maybe seventy percent,” you said.
You felt the bed shift from the other side and Buck rolled and kissed your shoulder.
“Are you hungry?” Eddie asked.
“I'm still nauseous, but I think maybe it's because I need to eat something.” You shrugged. “Or maybe my stomach will revolt if I try. Guess we will find out.”
Buck kissed your shoulder once more. “How about you go take a nice relaxing bath and Eddie and I will go make you your favorite chicken and orzo soup?”
“God, yes. I love you.”
Buck pushed to stand beside the bed and leaned down to kiss you one more time. “I love you, too.”
Eddie rolled off the bed as well and disappeared into the bathroom. After turning on the water to fill the tub, he returned. “Do you want to walk or be carried?” he asked as if he didn't already know the answer.
You lifted your arms for him to lift you. He pulled you to sitting and then wrapped his arms around your waist and effortlessly picked you up. You wound your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
After setting you on the bathroom counter, he took the hem of your shirt in his hands and lifted the material over your head. He continued to remove all your clothes before quickly stripping himself.
You bit your bottom lip as you let your gaze linger on his chest and arms.
Eddie ran his thumb across your lip to free it. “You got a little drool there,” he teased.
“Shut up.” You smacked his hand away. “Wait. I thought you were helping Buck.”
“You want burnt food?”
“He wouldn't let you burn it,” you argued. “You've gotten a lot better.”
“Fair enough, but he doesn't need help. I figured you might.” He reached over and grabbed one of your claw clips off the counter. “Want to wash your hair or no?”
You considered it. While the scalp massage you knew you'd get sounded incredible, you really didn't want to deal with wet hair even if he would dry it for you. “Uh, no. I don't want to deal with it right now.”
He nodded his acknowledgment and shifted you so he was behind you. He carefully gathered all your hair and loosely twisted it before placing the claw clip to keep it out of the water.
He stepped into the tub and offered you his hand to help you in. You both settled down into the warmth and bubbles and you sighed as your muscles started to relax.
For awhile, you just rested contentedly against Eddie’s chest as he massaged your arms and hips. He pressed kisses all along your neck and shoulder until you thought you might just melt into a puddle. “Lean forward for me,” he requested when the water started to cool.
You did as he asked and he stood and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. Then, he grabbed another towel and offered you a hand to help you stand. He wrapped the towel around you and helped you step out.
After he led you back into the bedroom, he quickly dressed and then helped you dry off. “Shorts or sweats?” he asked as he grabbed a pair of his boxers for you.
“Mmm, sweats and fuzzy socks.”
He nodded and pulled out one of his shirts, Buck’s sweatpants, his hoodie, and a pair of your socks. Then, he proceeded to dress you completely before pulling you out of the room and into the kitchen that smelled heavenly.
“Did the bath help?” Buck asked.
You nodded. “A bit, yeah.”
Buck smiled and kissed your forehead. “Good. This is almost done. Go find something you want to watch and I'll bring it in. Gatorade or ginger ale?”
“Gatorade, please.”
You settled on the couch with Eddie and he pulled your feet into his lap. He started to massage one foot while he scrolled through the streaming apps. “What about Psych?” he asked.
“Hmm, no.” You shook your head. “I'm not feeling something funny. Laughing might make my headache come back.”
“Good point,” he agreed. “What about White Collar?”
“No way,” you argued. “We're almost to the part where Kate dies. I don't want to watch that today.”
He snorted. “Do you have a suggestion then?”
You thought about it for a second. “We could watch some more Dexter.”
He raises an eyebrow. “So plane explosion death is a no but murder and dismemberment is fine?”
“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes and immediately regretted it, rubbing your hand across your forehead to sooth the added ache. “Bad guys versus love interests. It's totally different.”
“She's right, it is different,” Buck defends as he sets a bowl on the coffee table beside you.
“Thanks, babe,” you lift the bowl and smell the delicious aroma. Your stomach immediately growls loudly. “Well, I guess, I'll take that as a good sign.”
Buck settles into the couch and pulls you into his side. “My turn.”
“You can't just hog her,” Eddie complains as he flips through the TV to start the show.
Buck pouts. “You've had her in the bath all to yourself for almost an hour.”
You chuckle. “Did you both forget how to share?”
They both just glare at each other but you can tell both are trying not to laugh.
You take a big bite of the orzo noodles and moan in appreciation. Once you've swallowed you smile. “If you two want to go screw like you hate each other, I'm good here… actually, scratch that. I will find a comfy chair and watch.”
They both cracked up.
“How about you just focus on eating,” Buck suggested.
You took another bite, glad that your body wasn't revolting. As you chewed you realized something. “Why are you guys not eating?”
Eddie grabbed your feet to resume his massaging. “We ate earlier while you were sleeping.”
“Sweet!” You shimmy in your seat in a tiny happy dance. “More leftovers for me!”
“God, you're adorable,” Buck says as they both smile at your antics.
The next twenty minutes are quiet as you slowly eat and focus on the TV. Once you’ve decided you can't possibly eat more, you set the bowl back on the table.
“Feel better?” Eddie asks.
You nod as you shift to lean against Eddie and pull Buck over to lay his head in your lap. “Much. Nausea is gone and headache is just a dull, barely there pain.”
“Good.” Buck grabs the hand you set on his head and pulls it to his mouth to press a kiss on your knuckles. “Love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you, too.”
Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear, “I love you more.”
You laugh as Buck reaches over and pinches Eddie’s thigh. “My earlier offer still stands.”
Buck snuggles in against your leg. “Maybe later. I'm comfy.”
“Hey, when this is over can we watch the movie I started last night?” you requested.
Eddie nodded. “Of course. Can we start over though so Buck and I know what's going on?”
“Yes, please. I probably missed more than I thought because of the aura.” You settle in knowing you're going to spend a whole lazy day cuddled with your favorite guys.
Buck and Eddie 9-1-1 S09E13
👀👀👀 maybe I write a reader insert later where they come home to her after this.....
5+1 Healing Kisses
Buck x reader
WC: 1400 ish
Buck's kisses make everything better.... almost.
—-
“Shit! Ouch!” you shout as pain radiates through your foot.
Buck appears in the doorway a second later. “What happened?”
You sit on the bed and cradle your foot waiting for the pain to pass. “Just stubbed my toe on the dresser. Should have been paying attention to where I was going.”
He winces in sympathy. “Let me see,” he requests, kneeling in front of you.
“It's fine. Already almost totally better.”
He lifts your foot anyway and presses a kiss to the top of your pinky toe before quickly moving up to your shin then standing to pull your lips to his. As he releases you, he smirks. “A kiss to make it all better.”
“You're a dork.”
He kisses your forehead before moving back toward the door. “I'm your dork.”
—-
You watch Buck as he measures ingredients for whatever he's baking as you sort through bills and other mail.
You can't help but stare as he sifts flour into a bowl. You hiss as you accidentally catch a page at the wrong angle and slice your index finger.
You pinch it against your thumb for a second before inspecting the tiny wound as a small speck of blood blooms. “Ugh. Stupid paper cut.”
Buck immediately stops what he's doing and grabs the first aid kid from the cabinet. He pulls out a band-aid and opens it.
“Does a paper cut even warrant a band-aid?” you question him.
He nods. “Of course. Tiny but painful.”
You roll your eyes at him.
Once he's finished wrapping the tiny injury he places a kiss softly against it. “A kiss to make it all better.”
“Hmm. I think I need one more.” You point to your lips and he leans in giving you a sweet kiss as you feel his lips tip into a smile.
“Better?” he asks.
You bite your bottom lip and nod. “Perfect.”
—-
You ran your fingers through Buck’s hair as you both laid across the sectional watching a cheesy rom-com.
Buck lifted his head from your thigh, eyes locked on the opposite leg. “What happened there?”
You glance down to see a dark, fresh bruise roughly the size of a quarter a couple inches above your knee. You sigh. “I ran into the footboard earlier.”
“You know it hasn't moved,” he teases. “I would think you'd be used to where it's at by now.”
“I lived in the same house my whole life and ran into things that had been in the same spot longer than I've been alive.” You shrug. “I'm a bit of a klutz. You should get used to it.”
He shifts so he can kiss the bruise. “Excuses for kisses to make it all better.”
“Well I won't complain about that.”
“Good.” He easily flips you so you're laying on top of him with your head on his chest and settles in so you can finish the movie.
—-
Moving around the kitchen, you collect ingredients for the recipe you found to try for dinner.
Spices, chicken, baking dish then the next thing you know you smack your head on one of the cabinet doors you accidentally left open.
“Fu– ow!”
You hear the front door open and close. “I'm home!” He rounds the corner into the kitchen a moment later and spots you rubbing the back of your head.
“One of these days I will learn not to leave the cabinet door open,” you explain.
“Ouch.” He walks closer and pulls you into a hug. He runs his hand over the spot you were holding. “Got yourself good. You have a little bump.”
“If you're going to do something, do it right,” you joke.
He just shakes his head at you before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “A kiss to make it all better.”
You melt into him and enjoy the hug for a long moment. “Thanks, babe.”
“Always. You want help with dinner?”
You shake your head. “It'll only take me a few minutes to get it in the oven. We can start a movie or a show while it cooks.”
“Deal.” He pulls you in and kisses you until you're breathless. “I'll go change and look for something that sounds good to watch.”
You can't stop the way your body tilts toward him as he pulls away. “Tease.”
“Hmm,” he hums. “Or maybe it's just an appetizer for later.”
—-
Buck wanders into the kitchen in nothing but his dark gray sweatpants, his hair slightly sleep mussed. “Something smells good in here.”
“Blueberry muffins will be done in a few minutes and I'm almost done with the bacon.” You gesture around the room as you explain. “Can you scramble some eggs for me?”
“On it.” He moves to the bowl and eggs you have already set out and gets to work. “How long have you been up?”
“Um, only about half an hour.” The grease in the pan pops suddenly and a slash lands on your wrist. “Crap. Ouch. Why does it do that?” You wipe the splatter onto your apron and glance down to see if it left a mark.
“Come here,” Buck requests as he moves behind you and guides you toward the sink. Turning on the cool water, he guides your hand under the spray. “Always best to rinse it just to be safe.”
You chuckle, knowing this is probably overkill. “Whatever would I do without you?”
“Fall apart, clearly.” After a minute he shuts off the water and carefully dries your arm. Finally, he presses a kiss right over your pulse point. “A kiss to make it all better.”
You can't help but to stare for a moment at his bare chest. “You know that's really unfair. It's dangerous to cook like that.”
“For me or for you?”
Oh glare at him as you move to finish pulling the bacon out of the pan. “Rude.”
—-
You groaned at the insistent pain across your sternum.
“Y/N! Can you hear me? Open your eyes for me.” You knew that voice but you couldn't place it for some reason.
The pain flared once again and you finally peeled open your eyes slowly. Glancing around, you tried to figure out what was happening.
“Hey, there you are.”
You glance over to see Eddie kneeling beside your open car door. “Wh-what happened?”
“You were in an accident,” Eddie explains. “We're going to get you out of here, okay?”
You try to nod and realize your head has been immobilized. “‘Kay. W-where’s Buck?”
Eddie squeezes your hand. “He's right over there.” He nods his head towards the passenger side of your car. “He's helping extract the other driver. But he'll ride with you to the hospital.”
“Mmkay.” You close your eyes, wanting nothing but a moment to rest.
“No,” Eddie commands. “I need you to keep your eyes open. Stay with me. Okay?”
Prying them back open, you agree. “I–I’ll try.”
“We're going to get you out now. If anything hurts, let us know.” Eddie steps back and the team quickly frees your legs that you hadn't realized were trapped. A moment later, they have you slid onto a backboard and set on a stretcher.
“Hey, baby,” says Buck, appearing by your side. “How're you feeling?”
“Buck!” You choke back a sob of relief. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby. They'll give you something for the pain soon.” He takes your hand as they load you into the ambulance and he and Eddie both climb in the back.
A tear rolls down your face to pool in your ear. You hiccup through the sobs trying to escape. “I–I think this one is gonna take more than a kiss to make it better.”
He wipes the tear before leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You're right. But it won't hurt.” He smiles at you and lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles.
“I'm scared,” you whisper.
“I know. We've got you.” He looks over at Eddie before locking eyes with you again. “You're going to be okay.”
“I believe you.”
Eddie moves around collecting vitals and setting up IV fluids and pain meds. He writing something down on a clipboard when the ambulance rolls to a stop.
“I love you,” Buck says, pulling your attention back to him. “Hang in there for me. We're here,” he announces as the ambulance doors are pulled open.
Cooking Accidents
Eddie x reader
WC: 560
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You heard the front door open and close as Eddie called out, “It smells amazing in here!”
“I'm trying a new recipe,” you explain. “It'll be ready in about half an hour.”
Eddie came into the kitchen to greet you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. As he pulled back, he took your arm and lifted your hand. “Why do you have gauze and a bandaid on your finger?”
You tried to pull your arm out of his grasp but he held firm. “I sliced it a little on a can lid. It's fine.”
“Just a bandaid wasn't enough? Did it bleed through?” he asked.
You squinted your eyes at him, debating if you really wanted to tell him. “I don't know. I used gauze first. I was in a hurry.”
He gave you a skeptical look, knowing your tendency to downplay your clumsy injuries. “Okay, let me take a look.” He moved to peel off the bandaid but you covered it with your free hand.
“No! It's fine. Just let me finish dinner and you can look at it later.”
“Uh uh.” He shook his head and moved your hand out of his way. “Let me see. Those can lids can do a lot of damage and are prone to cause infection.”
You huff out a sigh of frustration and resign yourself to his ministrations. He gets the bandaid off quickly and then peels off the gauze you'd folded over to make four layers over the cut.
He glances up at you. “This is still bleeding. How long ago did this happen?”
You glance down at the floor, shrugging as you mumble out your answer. “About an hour, maybe.”
“How many times have you changed this gauze?” He asks with that knowing look of his.
You roll your eyes and sigh. “Two.”
“Baby,” he says with exasperation. “Why didn't you call me? This needs stitches.”
You shake your head. “Can't you just superglue it or something? I don't want to spend all night in the ER.”
“You won't.” He hands you a new piece of gauze he retrieved from the first aid kit. “Well go to urgent care. Shouldn't take that long. And no, you can't just use superglue. It's not the same thing as surgical glue.”
“Can I at least finish making dinner first?”
He shakes his head. “If that wasn't actively bleeding, maybe. But it is.” He goes to the oven and turns off the heat and the stovetop, moving the pot off the hot burner. Next, he comes back to you and takes your free hand to wrap around the injured finger. “Hold pressure on it and maybe it'll stop before we get there.”
You attempted a bad salute with both hands. “Sir, yes, sir.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Brat.”
“Am not,” you argued as you headed towards the door to grab your shoes. “Let's get this over with. And just so you know, you're getting me sushi on the way home and then you're watching Ten Things I Hate About You with me when we get home.”
“Oh, now that's just mean,” he pouted.
You laughed. “You love that movie. Don't lie.”
“I plead the fifth,” he mumbled quietly as he guided you out of the door and locked it.
Fatigue
Eddie x Buck x reader
WC: 800 ish
Reader struggles with insomnia.
A/N: Sorry it's been forever... I've had ideas but zero motivation to write them down.
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You sat on the couch staring blankly in the general direction on the TV. You didn't even hear the door open or Buck and Eddie come in.
“Sweetheart?” Buck’s voice broke you from your trance.
Rubbing a hand across your face, you tried to clear the fog in your mind. “Hey. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in.”
They shared concerned looks with each other that you didn't have the energy to attempt to decipher.
Eddie sat down beside you. “You feel okay?”
“I'm fine. Just tired,” you explained.
“Did you manage to get any sleep last night?” Buck asked, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of you.
Squeezing your eyes closed as you tried to remember, you hummed. “Ummm, I don't know. Maybe like an hour on the couch after I gave up on the bed and turned on a movie.”
Eddie rubbed a hand up and down your back. “You barely slept the night before, too.”
You just nod your agreement.
“I think it's time to take the sleep aid, amor.” Eddie continued his soothing back rub. “You need rest.”
“No.” You shook your head. “It makes me feel like a zombie every time.”
Buck took your hand. “It only makes you feel like that when you don't sleep enough after you take them. You set alarms and wake up before you should.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, exhaustion making you emotional. “I don't want to sleep all day. You guys just got off shift and I want to be with you.”
“Baby, you're going to make yourself sick.” Buck argued. “We will come lay with you and probably nap. We had a lot of calls last night and didn't get too much sleep ourselves.”
You shift to lay your head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Fine.”
“When was the last time you ate?” he asks.
“I've been nauseous since yesterday afternoon,” you give your non-answer.
Buck stands and heads towards the kitchen. “How about just some bone broth? I don't want to give you meds with nothing in your system.”
“‘Kay,” you agree.
Eddie kisses the top of your head then shifts so he's leaned back against the couch with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. “You feel okay besides the nausea?”
Rolling your head up to look at him, you shrug. “Kind of achy. Like all my muscles feel tight. Uh, also, I don't know how to explain it… like fog? Just thinking feels like I'm dragging through mud.”
“So, you already feel like a zombie?” He teases. “I'm not sure why you're worried about your meds.”
You poke him in the ribs and he laughs.
Buck returns and hands you a mug with steaming broth. “Hopefully that's not too hot.”
You take a tentative sip. It's the perfect temperature– soothing and warm without scalding your tongue and throat. You offer him a thumbs up as you take a few more sips.
A few minutes later, you finished the mug. Eddie took the empty mug from you and set it on the table. Buck handed you a pill and an open bottle of water.
You hesitated before opening your hand to take the pill. Then you stared at it for several seconds before looking over at Eddie who was rubbing your back gently again.
“You'll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”
“Here goes nothing.” Sighing, you finally took the pill.
Buck takes your hands and pulls you up off the couch. “Off to bed with you. Let's go.”
He leads you into the bedroom, keeping his hand in yours. Once there, he reaches for the hem of your shirt and starts to lift it, leaving you in just your bralette.
“I thought we were sleeping…” you trail off, confused by what he's doing.
“We are.” He pulls his own shirt off and you catch Eddie in your peripheral doing the same. “We all know you sleep better with skin-to-skin contact.”
You shrug. “If you say so.” You honestly couldn't even begin to question him, you're so tired you're not even sure your brain is fully functioning anymore.
Buck flops himself down on the bed. “Come here, baby.”
You crawl up the bed and plaster yourself against him, head in the crook of his neck and arm and leg draped over him like a body pillow.
Eddie chuckles as he situates himself firmly against your back. “We love you, sweet girl.”
You can only manage a hum in response as the combination of the medication and their warmth is already hurtling you towards sleep.
The last things you feel are kisses pressed to your shoulder and forehead from each of your guys.
Well just scrolling reels and came across a mountain rescue video.... annnnnnnd now I wanna write Buck and Eddie as mountain rescue. 🤣🤣
What should the injury be though?! Anyone have a suggestion?
Hey girlie! I hope you are okay! 💜
Are you still taking requests? I hope you are able to post some during December. I miss the fics so so much!
Also, I basically have overdosed my self on caffeine and I feel like y/n would get into a lot of trouble. 😂
I love this page! I’m so sorry you are having health issues and that it is also happening at work 🥺❤️
Hey sweetie,
I’m doing the best I can right now we’ve had some news that has bought it home that this job that we do is dangerous and it can change in a split second. it’s just a lot. I’m not feeling too well still and nothings working so it’s just not ideal.
I’m not writing requests right now, but I do love to read your ideas and I’ll get them done when I can - I’m hoping I can post over the festive period but it’s not guaranteed.
I feel like she would hahahah, I hope you’re doing okay!
Thank you so much for checking in it’s really sweet and appreciated so much!
Idk if this anon will see this... but I have a Connor x reader with a caffeine overdose. 🤷🏻♀️
Too Much Coffee
crossover 911 x the rookie where tim bradford and eddie diaz know each other from time in afghanistan and accidentally meet on a call after ~10+ years and then eddie introduces buck to tim and tim introduces eddie and buck to lucy and then lucy and buck become besties💅
Annnnnd I kinda wanna write it.... but how do I add a reader and make it whumpy.....? 👀😂
Grief
Pairing: Buddie x reader
WC: 2700
Summary: Reader struggles after the loss of her father.
Warnings: Bobby's death, grief
A/N: for the purpose of this story Eddie never left for Texas, let's say he was in the lab also.
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It had been three months. Three months since your dad had died. Three months since you'd stepped foot into the fire station. Three months of barely surviving.
You didn't know why, but today you had the strongest urge to try to visit Buck and Eddie at work. You hadn't told them you were coming. You hadn't been sure you wouldn't chicken out before you got out of your car.
Now, you were dragging your feet past the fire trucks while forcing yourself to take deep breaths, willing away the nausea churning in your stomach. It was all you could do to prevent collapsing onto the floor and sobbing. You squeezed your hands together to stop their shaking.
The next thing you knew, you were being squeezed against a firm, warm chest–Buck. “I'm so proud of you, sweetheart,” he whispered into your hair.
You sank into the comfort of his arms. “Sorry I didn't warn you.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, amor,” Eddie leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. You hadn't seen him approach. “Do you want to come up and say hi to everyone or was making it inside enough for today?”
They both knew this was a huge step for you. You had spiraled deep in your grief and had been adamant only a couple days ago that you'd never come back here.
You poked him in the chest. “What, are you trying to get rid of me?” You tried to joke even though your tone was much more hesitant and unsure.
“Never,” they spoke in unison.
You took another deep breath to try and slow your racing heart. “Um, I think I want to try to stay for lunch. Even though I'm really not hungry.”
They each rubbed one hand up and down your back before both slid down to take both your hands squeezing reassuringly. “Let's head upstairs and see how long until the casserole is ready,” Buck offered.
You nodded and let them lead you towards the stairs to the loft. Neither of them rushed you as they let you set the pace as you slowly made your way up.
Tears welled in your eyes as you crested the steps and took in the kitchen. You had always joked that this was your dad’s favorite kitchen, not the one at home. He loved cooking for his team. You closed your eyes trying to force the emotions back down. Eddie swept a thumb across your cheek to wipe away one escaped tear. “You don't have to bottle it up.”
You nodded before opening your eyes again. “I do. If I start, I won't be able to stop.”
He pulled you into a hug and rested his cheek on the top of your head. You pulled away after a few seconds because you knew if you let him hold you, you'd break.
“Hey, Y/N,” Chim said from a bar stool.
You waved.
“It's really good to see you,” said Ravi as he checked a pot on the stove.
“Yeah, you too.”
Buck led you over toward the couch. “Want to sit?”
You plopped down beside Hen and she wrapped an arm around you. She just smiled as she pulled you to rest your head on her shoulder. “Missed you,” you told her.
“Back at ya.”
You tried to settle in while you waited for lunch to be ready, but the longer you sat the more anxious you felt. You got more and more nauseous and you could feel your heart still racing. You wiped a hand across your forehead as you started to feel almost clammy. The longer you sat, the more an ache settled in your chest.
Suddenly, you couldn't take it anymore. You felt like you couldn't catch your breath and like you might throw up. You stood, planning on heading to the bathroom but the world spun. You only turned toward the steps before your knees buckled.
“Hey, whoa,” Eddie said as he caught you before you could hit the floor.
“Sorry. I'm good. I, uh, I just got dizzy,” you panted as if you'd just run a mile.
Hen and Chim both knelt beside you and you tried to bury your face in Eddie's arm. You didn't want to be the center of everyone's attention.
“I'm fine,” you whined, trying to push yourself up but Eddie prevented your escape. “I think being here is just too much.”
You felt Chim press his fingers into the pulse point at your wrist. “Tachy and irregular. Hey, Ravi, go grab a monitor and a med kit.”
“Ugh, no. I swear, I'm fine.”
“Baby,” Eddie chastised. “Please? I need you to just relax for a minute and let us make sure.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and tears spilled down your cheeks. “Okay.”
A minute later, Ravi was back and they were fussing over you again. Hen stuck the sticky pads across your chest for the monitor and Chim clipped a pulse ox to your finger before wrapping a BP cuff around your arm.
“100/68,” Chim said. “Pulse ox is 94 and I'm seeing PVCs and slight ST elevation.”
“What?” You looked up at Eddie wanting him to explain. “What does that mean?”
Eddie slid his free arm under your legs and easily swept you up into his arms as he stood. “It means we're going to the hospital,” he explained as he headed down the stairs.
“I'll drive,” Hen announced as Buck and Chim climbed into the back of the ambulance behind you and Eddie.
“Am-am I having a heart attack?” Your breathing stuttered even more as you started to panic.
“I don't know,” Eddie replied, locking his gaze with yours. “I need you to breathe and try to relax. I know you're scared. But just try for us.”
Buck took your hand offering you comfort the only way he could. Eddie shifted to place an IV line in your arm and Chimney placed an oxygen mask over your face.
“Focus on me,” Buck encouraged. “Just try to take nice slow breaths. You're going to be okay.”
“Almost there,” Hen announced from the front.
Eddie reached up and placed his palm against your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning into the touch. “When we get there, we won't be able to stay with you while they run tests.” You whimpered at the realization. “But we will be right outside waiting and we will come back as soon as they'll let us, okay?”
You closed your eyes and took as deep a breath as you could manage, holding it for a couple seconds before exhaling. “Okay.”
A few seconds later, the ambulance lurched to a stop and the back doors were pulled open. They rolled you through the doors, down a hall, and into a room. Eddie and Chimney explained your condition as a doctor walked in the room. You let out a breath of relief when you saw it was Dr Calloway, glad to see a familiar face.
“We will see you soon,” Buck said before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
It was a whirlwind of people as nurses rattled off vitals and Dr Calloway requested a bunch of tests. Finally, he turned his attention to you. “I'm going to give you some medications to slow your heart rate and help you relax. We're just going to run a few tests to see what's going on. Sound like a plan?”
“Uh, yeah. Okay,” you agreed.
The nurses drew so many vials of blood you started to wonder if you could spare anymore. Then, an x-ray machine was rolled in and they took several chest x-rays.
A nurse came in with another large rolling cart. “We’re going to run a quick 12-lead EKG and then a tech will take you upstairs for an echocardiogram,” she explained.
Somewhere around an hour later you were back in the first room in the ER and the tech explained that the doctors just needed to look over your results.
“Can Buck and Eddie come in here now?” You asked.
“That's fine. I'll go grab them for you.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” said Buck as he and Eddie came in. They moved to either side of your bed and took your hands in theirs.
You glanced toward the door and tears slid down your cheeks.
“Baby, what's wrong?” Eddie asked. “Are you in pain?”
You shook your head and hiccuped as more tears came. “I just… um, I just want my dad,” you explained.
“I know you do,” said Eddie. He leaned over to kiss the top of your head.
Buck squeezed your hand between both of his. “We wish he was here, too. More than you know.”
You sniffled as you tried to get yourself under control. You felt your eyes start to drift closed on their own. “I'm so tired.”
“I think that's the meds they gave you. You can sleep,” Buck offered. “We'll wake you up when the doctor comes back with any news.”
“Mmkay,” you mumbled, letting your eyes close and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
“Y/N, wake up sweetheart,” Buck’s voice pulled you from your nap. You blinked, trying to clear the sleep fog. “Dr Calloway has your test results.”
You looked around for a moment, remembering where you were. Nerves flooded your system. “Uh, okay.” You shifted so you could focus on the doctor.
Dr Calloway smiled. “Okay. So it was not a heart attack. You have takotsubo cardiomyopathy,” he explained.
“Broken heart syndrome,” Eddie breathed out, sounding way more relieved than you felt.
“What’s that?” You asked. “Is that bad?”
“It's reversible,” Dr Calloway explained. “Basically, extreme stress puts strain on your heart and it weakens the lower chamber.” He pulled up an image on the iPad in his hands and turned it around. “Causing this ballooning you can see here,” he pointed to a spot on the screen.
You nodded, not really understanding what you were looking at. “Extreme stress? Grief…”
They all nodded. “Yes. It's a condition common among widows,” Dr Calloway explained.
“My dad.” A tear slid down your cheek. “Visiting the fire station probably caused this.”
Buck squeezed your hand while Eddie ran his hand over your cheek. “It could have happened anyway. Sitting at home and turning on a movie that reminded you of him could have caused it just the same,” Eddie offered.
“You weren't even at the station that long,” said Buck. “If you hadn't been there, you could have collapsed at home and hit your head or worse.”
Dr Calloway nodded. “It probably started this morning, before you went to the fire station.”
“Did something happen this morning?” Eddie asked.
“Uh, I had a new nightmare,” You shook your head, sniffling. “Then all morning, I had this weird feeling. That I really needed to go there today.” More tears slid down your face. “It was him,” you whispered to yourself.
“What was him?” Buck asked.
“You'll think I'm crazy.”
Eddie smirked. “Too late for that.”
“He knew I would need you guys,” you looked between Buck and Eddie. “It was him urging me to go to the station today.”
They both just squeezed your hands comfortingly.
“Alright, so,” Dr Calloway interrupted. “We will get you admitted for a few days so we can figure out which meds work best to manage the symptoms while it heals,” he explained. “You will need to follow up with a cardiologist a few times until it fully resolves. They will come to get you moved upstairs shortly. Anything I can get you before then?”
“I don't think so,” you said.
“Alright, I'll be back to check in a little later before you move upstairs,” Dr Calloway said as he headed out the door.
“Have you eaten anything today?” Eddie asked you.
“No. I didn't feel great after I woke up. I've been nauseous all day, still am.” You yawned, somehow feeling more tired than you had before your nap. “I really just want to sleep.”
They locked eyes with each other, clearly having a silent conversation. You knew they were fighting the urge to make you try to eat something. It had become part of their routine the last three months to ask and make sure you ate. The first couple weeks after Bobby died they'd been the only reason you ate or drank anything at all.
“Promise you will try when you wake up,” Buck requested.
You nodded, already starting to doze off again. “‘Kay.”
When you woke, the first thing you notice is that you're in a new room. Next, you notice Hen, Chim, and Maddie near the door talking to Buck and Eddie. There is a plastic tumbler with water sitting on the table beside the bed and you shift to reach for it.
Buck notices it's just beyond your reach and quickly moves to grab it for you. He moves the wheeled tray table closer so you can set the water down when you're done. “How're you feeling?”
You shrug. “Maybe a bit better. Less nauseous, I think.”
“That's good.”
“We will get out of your hair,” Chimney announces. “Feel better soon, Y/N.”
“Thanks, guys.” You wave at them as they disappear down the hall.
Eddie moves over to your side and sets a to-go container on the tray. “Think you can eat?”
“I can try,” you agree. “What is it?”
Eddie smiles. “Hen grabbed you a Belgian waffle from that diner you love.” He pops the lid open and the waffle steams with remaining heat.
You moan. “Yes! Thank god. I was sure I was going to be stuck on some gross bland heart healthy crap while I was here.”
Buck hands you a fork as soon as you finish dumping the little cup of syrup all over the waffle. “Nope. You're not on a restricted diet. Just have to try to avoid stress as best we can.”
You nod. “Maybe we could get the doctor to give me something to help me sleep.” You shudder at the memory of the nightmare that had woken you that morning. “Maybe it'll help with the nightmares?”
Eddie runs a hand over your head and leans in to kiss your forehead. “We will talk to the doctor.”
“Did you have a nightmare just now?” Buck asks.
“No,” you shake your head. “Just the bad one this morning.”
Buck nods, squeezing your wrist quickly. “Do you want to talk about it?”
You stuff a huge bite of waffle in your mouth and then mumble around the food. “You were both in that lab and got infected too.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Buck mutters.
“We're right here. Not going anywhere,” Eddie tries to reassure.
You snort out a sardonic chuckle. “But you can't really promise that.” You shake your head and take a deep breath. “Sorry. That was uncalled for.”
Buck and Eddie lock eyes having another of those silent conversations with each other.
“You're allowed to be scared, amor.” Eddie sits in a chair beside the bed. “We think maybe it's time we find someone for you to talk to.”
Buck glances down at the floor. “We should have suggested it before you ended up in here.”
You take in the guilt and worry written across both their faces and you couldn't deny them right now if you wanted to. You nod. “Okay. Maybe one of the hospital’s psychiatrists while I'm here and they can refer us to someone for after.”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “You want to start while you're here?”
You just nod. “Maybe even tonight if that's possible.”
Buck leans down and kisses your head. “I'll go talk to your nurse right now.”
As he leaves the room, you suddenly feel lighter than you have since before your dad went in that lab.
When You're Feeling Low
Pairing: Eddie x reader
WC: 600
Summary: Eddie takes care of diabetic reader.
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You're awakened from a fitful sleep by the pinch of your lancet poking your pinky finger. You furrow your eyebrows and peel open your eyes in confusion.
“Sorry,” Eddie mutters as he glances away from the glucose monitor to look at you. He is still in his uniform and you realize he must have just gotten home from his shift. “Your dexcom expired about an hour ago.”
“Crud. I didn't hear the alarm.” You glance around trying to find your phone.
“You left it on the kitchen island,” Eddie explains. “You're at 52. Do you want a juice?”
You groan. You've been fighting a cold for a couple days now and it's been miserable. “It's going to make me more nauseous.”
Eddie grabs something off the nightstand and holds it up. “I got these for you.” He shows you a box of glucose tabs before he peels open the box and pulls two out. “They will dissolve on your tongue. Hopefully it won't upset your stomach.”
You lift your hand and cross your fingers. He holds a tab up and you just open your mouth for him to feed them to you. “Thanks,” you mumble around it.
“Okay, now this,” Eddie reaches for the dexcom stuck to your right tricep. He carefully peels up enough of the adhesive to get a grip of it. “Count down or just go?”
“Just do it– ow!” You whine when it stings.
He leans over and kisses your shoulder before he opens an alcohol swab and cleans the old site.
You expect him to grab the new one for you to put on but he surprises you instead by asking, “Where do you want it?”
You shift and point to your left forearm. “Right here.”
He nods and opens a new alcohol swab and wipes down the new spot. While it dries, he opens the new package and prepares the applicator. He sticks it to the spot you requested then locks eyes with you again. “You want to push the button or me?”
Your nose tingles and tears well in your eyes. No one has ever helped you manage your diabetes before him and he is so caring and considerate, it's overwhelming some days. “You, please.” You sniffle.
“Okay, one, two,” he pushes the button at the same time he says, “three.”
You run your finger around the transmitter out of habit, ensuring the adhesive is fully stuck.
He pulls out a patch to place over it and shows you his choice. “Thought you'd appreciate the spooky season option,” he teases. The patch has adorable ghosts and pumpkins on it.
“Thank you for helping.”
He smiles and leans in to kiss you gently. “You never have to thank me for that. Let's check a finger stick one more time and then you can get some more rest.” You offer him a new finger to poke and he quickly gets a reading. “Up to 65. Let's do two more tabs then you can sleep.”
You take the offered glucose tabs and wait for them to dissolve. “I should probably just get up.”
He shakes his head. “No, you need to rest.” He stands and quickly changes out of the uniform and into comfy clothes then settles in beside you. “Come here,” he opens his arm for you to snuggle into him. “You sleep and I will wake you if you get out of range again.”
You sigh. “Fine. Love you.” You burrow your face into his shoulder and start to drift off almost instantly.
He pressed one more kiss to your forehead. “Love you, too, sweetheart.”
Intruder
Kelly x Halstead sister!reader
WC: 2700 ish
Warnings: home invasion, fighting, panic attack
Reader has a rude awakening after a night out with her brothers. She calls Jay in a panic.
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“Another round?” Jay asked.
“Actually, I think I’m heading out. I’m beat and Kelly wanted to get breakfast after shift tomorrow.” You stood from the table you’d been sharing with your brothers for the last several hours.
“Lame. But, fine.” Jay stood and pulled you into a hug. “You good to drive?”
You laughed. “I haven’t had a drink in over two hours, Detective. I think your observational skills might need a little work.”
He wrapped his arm around your neck in a headlock. “Smart ass. Being too tired to drive is also a thing.”
“Yes, I’m fine to drive.” You started poking him repeatedly in the ribs until he finally released you. “Besides, it’s only like a twelve minute drive.”
Will got up and walked around the table to give you a hug also. “Love you, kiddo.”
“Love you guys, too. I’ll see you tomorrow night?”
“Probably,” Will answered.
“Text us when you get home,” Jay hollered after you before you could push open the heavy door of Molly’s.
You threw a thumbs up over your head as you exited.
As you parked in front of your apartment building, you reminded yourself to text them once you were inside. But as soon as you closed your door, auto-pilot took over. You dumped your keys and purse on the front table like always, then tossed your phone on your bed before heading to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, you quickly washed your face and brushed your teeth and then threw your clothes on the floor. After putting on a comfy shirt and shorts you climbed into bed.
“Oops.” Unlocking your phone revealed two missed calls from Will and three from Jay as well as a text.
Jay: If you don’t call me back in 5 minutes I’m coming over. You chuckled as you read the message. It was from three minutes ago. You clicked the FaceTime icon for Jay.
“About time!” He answered.
“Sorry. In my head I totally texted you when I got home… but forgot to actually do it, apparently.”
He turned the phone around so you could see Will and you waved. “Glad you made it home.”
“Yup.” You waved your phone around so they could see your room. “Now I’m going to sleep. G’night.”
“Sleep tight!”
A loud bang startled you from your sleep. At first you thought it had been a nightmare, until you heard more noises. Grabbing your phone, you scurried off the bed and into the closet. You climbed in between a mountain of dirty laundry and the wall trying to make yourself as small as possible.
Opening your contacts list, you selected Jay and waited as it rang.
“Hey, you're supposed to be sleeping,” he teased as he answered the phone. It took you a moment to collect your thoughts, long enough to prompt Jay to speak again. “Hello? Did you sleep dial me?”
“S-someone is in my apartment,” you whispered, finally finding your voice.
“What?! Are you sure? Where are you? Can you get outside?” Jay peppered you with questions.
“I hear footsteps.” You took a deep breath, trying not to panic.
“Where are you?” He asked again.
“Uh, hiding in my closet.” You whispered, afraid the intruder might hear you.
“I’m coming. Just stay on the phone with me and try to be quiet.” You could hear his truck start and the tires peel out.
You nodded even though he couldn’t see you.
“Five minutes,” he told you. Then you heard him talking on his radio. “5021 George, I have an intruder at 1242 Ashland, I’m six minutes out, I need units there now.”
You heard the radio crackle before Adam spoke. “5021 Ida, I’m two minutes out from that intruder call.”
“Hear that, Y/N? Adam is almost there, okay. I’ll be right behind him.”
You heard the footsteps approaching and then enter your room. Clapping a hand over your mouth and nose, you held your breath and prayed to stay unnoticed.
Seconds later the closet door was yanked open and a flashlight beam illuminated the space. Next thing you knew you were being yanked out of the closet by your hair as you screamed. You vaguely heard Jay shouting your name from your phone as it clattered to the floor.
You kicked out, managing to connect with his knee and make him stumble.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” he roared as he lunged for you. You threw kicks and punches as best you could trying to get away from him. Eventually, you fell and he landed a hard kick to your side, knocking the air from your lungs. “I'll kill you, stupid bitch!”
You tried to kick him again but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back towards him.
“Let her go!” You heard Adam shout before the intruder was yanked away from you.
As soon as you were free, you scurried backwards until your back hit the wall then curled your knees up to your chest and dropped your head. You were trying to make yourself small once again.
Kim finished cuffing him and Adam slowly approached you. He reached out to gently touch your shoulder causing you to flail your arms out still on edge from fighting. “No! Get off me. D-don't touch me.”
He gently grabbed your wrist to keep you from hitting him. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s just me, it’s Adam.”
You relaxed slightly, locking eyes with him but still trying to cower away from his touch. “W-Where's Jay?”
Seconds later, Jay burst through the front door as he called out for you. He slid to a stop on his knees beside you. You launched yourself into his arms. He hugged you tightly, sighing in relief that you were okay. “I got you. You’re okay.” He gently pushed you back by your shoulders so he could look at you. His eyes swept over your face, taking in the blooming bruises, the small laceration at your temple, and a split lip. “Ruzek, you call an ambo?”
“No, no, no.” You quickly protested before Adam could answer. “No ambulance. No hospital.”
“Kim did, they’re on the way,” Adam answered.
Jay shook his head. “Yeah, hospital. You gotta get checked out.”
“Please no. Just Will, please,” you begged. “And Kelly. Can you call him, please?”
“Yeah, okay,” Jay soothed. ”I’ll get him.” You heard him whisper to Adam to have the medics stand by in case Will needed them. Then he picked up his phone and dialed Kelly on speaker.
“Jay? It’s 1 am.” Kelly answered, immediately on alert.
“Hey, man,” Jay greeted. “Someone broke into Y/N’s apartment. She’s okay and we arrested the guy but she’s asking for you. Can you come over here?”
“Oh, my god. You’re sure she’s okay?”
“I'm fine,” you answered before Jay could.
“Mostly. A few bruises and pretty shaken up,” Jay explained as if you hadn't. ”Will is on his way here to check her over.”
“Okay, I have to go tell Boden and get squad taken out of service. Should I meet you guys at the hospital?” Kelly asked.
Jay sighed. “No, just head over here to her apartment. She doesn’t want to go unless Will says she has to.”
“Alright, I’ll be there as fast as I can. I'm coming, baby.” He hung up the phone.
Jay pulled you tighter against himself once more. “He will be here soon. Let’s go sit down on the couch, okay?”
Jay wrapped your blanket around your shoulders then sat down with you. Instantly burying yourself into his shoulder, you didn’t realize you were crying until Jay was shushing you. “He said he was going to—” A hash sob interrupted the thought.
“Shh, I got you. You’re okay. Just breathe.”
You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but the next thing you knew Will was sitting on your coffee table in front of you. He cautiously set his hand on your knee. “Hey, kiddo.”
Pushing yourself to sit a bit straighter, you responded simply, “Hi.”
“Can you tell me what hurts?” His eyes swept slowly over your face as he asked.
“I’m fine. Nothing really even hurts that much.”
He sighed. “You are probably still in shock. Once the adrenaline wears off, you’re going to feel it.”
He had just started to check if you had any obvious facial fractures when Kelly rushed into the apartment. “Oh, god. Sweetheart.”
Standing, you let him pull you into a tight hug. You hiccuped as you started to cry again.
He wrapped his hand around the back of your head, pulling you closer into him. “Shh, you’re okay. You’re safe now.”
After a minute, he released you, both sitting back on the couch so Will could finish. “You probably have a concussion.” He gently took your right arm in his hands. “Did you punch the guy?”
You nodded. “Uh, a couple times, I think.”
“Atta girl,” Jay muttered quietly.
“Can you make a fist?” Will asked. You did as asked. “And flatten out your hand.” Again, you did. Or at least you tried. Your pinky wasn’t quite where you knew it should be.
You watched as the three of them silently exchanged looks.
Will just nodded. “Your hand doesn’t hurt?”
Shrugging, you answered. “Uh, it’s starting to a little. But not that bad.”
“Okay, well we are going to Med,” Will told you.
“Can we not?”
Will gave you a sympathetic look. “Sorry, kiddo. Your hand is broken and—”
“Do you suddenly have x-ray vision?” You interrupted. “Maybe it’s a sprain.”
“No, you punched someone and now you can’t straighten out your pinky. Definitely broken, it’s called a boxer’s fracture,” he explained. “Hopefully, it just needs to be set and casted. We are also going to get a head CT just to be safe.”
“You said it’s just a concussion!” You whined.
“I said ‘probably, just a concussion’. But we’re getting the scan to be sure.”
“I don’t want the ambulance,” you argued.
Will rubbed your shoulder. “That’s fine. Kelly can drive you and Jay and I will follow. How’s that sound?”
You sighed and closed your eyes. “Can you do it?”
“Drive you?” Will asked.
“No. Fix my hand and the CT or whatever.”
Will shook his head. “No way Ms. Goodwin lets me treat my own sister. I will get Marcel to do it though and we will be there the whole time, okay?”
You took a deep breath to calm yourself. You knew the adrenaline in your system was crashing because everything was starting to hurt. Letting yourself settle into the safe feeling of being surrounded by Kelly and your brothers, you finally agreed. “Okay.”
“Alright. Let’s go.” Will offered you a hand to help you up off the couch.
As soon as all of you were standing, the dizziness started. It was sudden and intense. “Whoa.”
“What?” Kelly asked.
You felt yourself sway. “I'm really di–” you tried to explain as the world tilted and went dark.
“On three,” you heard someone say. “One, two, three.” You opened your eyes as you were lifted and shifted onto a bed in the ED at Med.
You heard Dr Marcel start ordering tests and Monique and Doris were on either side of you touching and moving your arms. You noticed Will, Jay, and Kelly near the door and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. Your vision started to blur as your breaths came in desperate gasps. It sounded like you were in a tunnel, everything distorted and far away.
Will stepped closer and took your good hand in his, squeezing firmly. You saw his lips moving but couldn't make out the words. Then Kelly moved, he placed his hands on either side of your face forcing your focus to his eyes. You saw the tears welling along his lower lashes. “Come on baby, just breathe.” His voice broke through the haze.
“I-I-I can-can't,” you pushed out through stuttered breaths.
“Yes, you can.” He took a slow deep breath, your body naturally trying to follow suit. “Just slow, deep breaths. They don't want to have to sedate you before they assess the concussion. You're safe, I promise.”
You finally managed to slow your breathing and nod. “I'm safe,” you repeated.
Kelly smiled before kissing your forehead. “Doris is just going to check your vitals and Monique is going to start an IV. You know them both, right?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
You managed to stay calm for the next hour as you were poked and prodded, x-rayed, rolled upstairs for a CT scan, and asked what felt like a million questions about what had happened. Kelly sat by your side, holding your hand, for most of that time while your brothers stood nearby but out of the way.
By the time they were done running tests and resetting your hand, you were beyond exhausted. But you couldn't sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you saw his face and jolted awake.
Will and Dr Marcel were standing near the light board talking before they turned their attention back to you. “No facial fractures or broken ribs and only a mild concussion.” Dr Marcel explained. “I know you're probably tired. You can go ahead and get some rest. We will move you upstairs just for observation until tomorrow.”
Tears welled up in your eyes, you just wanted to go to Kelly’s loft where he could hold you in bed and hopefully you'd finally fall asleep. “Can't I go home? Kelly knows what to watch for.” You weren't above begging.
Dr Marcel shook his head. “Just tonight to be safe.” Will nodded his agreement and you felt a tear slide down your face.
Kelly wiped it away quickly. “It's just one night, sweetheart. Barely. It's already after 3 am.”
“I know. But I just want you to hold me,” a sob broke free with the last word. “I keep seeing h-him. I can't fall asleep.”
Quicker than you could process, Kelly released the side rail on the bed and shifted in beside you carefully. He pulled you into his chest and peppered kisses across the top of your head. “I can still do that. I'm right here.”
Will came in the door with Monique close behind. You hadn't even noticed him leaving. Monique quickly flushed your IV before pushing medication through the line. “Just something to help you sleep,” Will explained. “Tomorrow you can talk to Dr Charles and he can help. Deal?”
Your eyelids fluttered closed moments later. “Mmhmm,” you mumbled. “Deal.”
When you woke, the sun was bright through the window. You realized immediately that you weren't in the ED anymore. Kelly was in a chair on your left with his head rested beside your leg on the bed, fast asleep. Jay sat in a chair on your right, scrolling on his phone. And Will was pacing between the door and the foot of your bed.
You took a deep breath and shifted slightly causing pain to shoot through every bruise and sore muscle. “Owww,” you whined, alerting your brothers that you were awake.
Will was beside you in a flash. “What hurts?”
You winced. “Might be quicker to tell you what doesn't.”
He ran his fingers softly over the top of your head. “I'll go get you another dose of morphine, okay?”
“Yes, please.” You agreed as he headed out of the room.
You lifted your hand and dropped it on Kelly’s head, startling him awake. “Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted.
Will came back and pushed the meds. The pain dwindled almost instantly. “You ready to get out of here?”
You nodded eagerly.
“Marcel is signing your discharge papers as we speak so we can head out here soon,” Will explained.
“I don't want to go back to my apartment,” you told them.
Kelly shook his head. “You can't anyway. You're coming home with me.”
You shook your head and he frowned. “No, I mean… I don't think I ever want to go back.”
Kelly chuckled. “Do you want to move in with me?”
“I don't want to just because I'm afraid to go back to mine. I don't want to rush into that if you're not ready.”
“I'm ready. We're ready,” he started. “I was planning to ask you before your lease renewed anyway.”
You smiled. “Maybe I should thank that creep for making this happen early.”
“That's not funny,” Jay chimed in.
“I agree,” Kelly added. “I'm just glad you're okay.”
“Us, too,” Will said. “I never want to see you in here again.
"Not even to have lunch with my favorite brother?" you asked.
"Hey!" Jay protested. "I'm right here."
"Smart ass," Will rolled his eyes. "You know that's not what I meant."
“Yeah, yeah... I'll do my best.”
Is anyone interested in 9-1-1 AU fics? Like if I made Eddie a cop or Buck a mechanic or made them both lifeguards baywatch style...?
(Feel free to send me ideas if this interests you!)
AU fics?
Yes
No
✨ all of my favourite works by other creators ✨ pt. 1
*please check the warnings and descriptions on the creators post before proceeding as i favour 18+ fics, and (heavy) angtsy angst sprinkled with a bit of fluff here and there*
AN: when multiple fics in a fandom are by the same author, they will be indented & grouped together, so i can keep under the allotted mentions allowed per post.
marvel (it's a lot of bucky barnes x reader)
crash and burn by @lolobeey - detective!bucky x partner!reader
below the surface by @lavendertales - marc spector x f!reader
pretty much anything done by @buckyalpine - bucky x reader (check out their blog, or scroll through my 'marvel fic recs' tag for more of my personal favs from them)
spectral tease by @inklore - druig x (f)reader
pretty much anything done by @witchywithwhiskey - bucky x reader, or steve x reader (check out molly's blog, or scroll through my 'marvel fic recs' tag for more of my personal favs)
haunted by @targaryenvampireslayer - ghost!bucky x female reader
kinktober challenge fill by @kim-monsterlings - ghost!bucky x f!reader
boy meets cat, boy meets girl - steven grant x f!reader & breakfast by @nathanbatemanfucker - fem!reader x marc spector, fem!reader x steven grant (they've got multiple good moon boys x reader fics to devour)
request fill by @becca-e-barnes - loki laufeyson x reader
better than before by @angrythingstarlight - roommate!bucky x reader (check out starlight's masterlists for more smutty bucky awesomeness)
cowgirl w/bucky drabble by @little-miss-dilf-lover - bucky x fem!reader (check out their whole masterlist for more scrummy thoughts about bucky, matt murdock + other marvel men)
au!druig/barry blurbs by @siempre-bucky - boxer!druig x reader, boxer!barry x reader
she chose me by @notafunkiller - bucky barnes x agent!female reader
fucking in missionary by @thesecretwriter - beefy!bucky x reader
breeding kink by @mrsbuckybarnes1917 - bucky x reader
needs and wants (a series) by @ellemj - bucky barnes x reader (elle's got some great bucky smut fics, definitely check out their masterlist for more)
wedded bliss by @gutsby - mob!bucky x reader
supernatural
the line (a series) by @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname - dean winchester x witch!reader
gods of twilight (a series) by @thecleverdame - alpha!werewolf!sam winchester x human!reader (george is inactive now, but she's got lots of good sam x reader works)
9-1-1
depression by @whump-imagines - buck x eddie x reader
waiting by @writefasttalkevenfaster - evan buckley x neighbour!reader
criminal minds
buried alive by @pathologicalreid - spencer reid x fem!bau!reader
the parentals by @ssahotchnerr - fem!bau!reader x aaron hotchner (they've got a knack for hotch x reader, so check out their blog for more awesomeness)
while i breathe, i hope - aaron hotchner x fem!reader & anchor (a series) by @confused-pyramid - aaron hotchner x childhood bsf!reader (this is currently an unfinished series, so, read at your own risk lol)
talking about sexcapades by @cevans-is-classic - aaron hotchner x bau agent!reader
gf!emily prentiss headcanons by @foreverrandomwritings - emily prentiss x afab!reader
spencer reid rambling drabble by @de4dlyniightshade - spencer reid x bau agent!reader (platonic?)
flirting with spencer - spencer reid x reader spencer falling in love by @multifandomlover01 - spencer reid x reader
request fill by @headkiss - aaron hotchner x bau agent!reader
request fill by @ddejavvu - aaron hotchner x bau agent!reader
avatar
midnight snack by @eywaite - adult lo'ak x human fem reader x adult neteyam
technical difficulties - avatar!miles quaritch x human fem reader & good loving by @makoodles - tsu'tey x human fem reader (mak is one of my personal fav avatar writers, check out their masterlist for more avatar characters x reader)
anal - avatar!miles quaritch x female human reader & size difference - adult!neteyam x female human reader & helping hands by @pandoraslxna - avatar!miles quaritch x human!reader
seeing neteyam bathing by @moonlightsolo - adult!neteyam x human!reader
call of duty
request fill by @thexsilentxwordsmith - simon riley x reader
pwp drabble by @sunsetsimon - simon riley x reader
smoking w/simon by @casiia - simon riley x reader
calling him 'daddy' - simon riley x reader & he comes home by @starstruckmiraclekitty - husband!simon riley x wife!reader
domesticity kink + dry humping blurb by @frogchiro - cod characters x reader
sharing lip balm by @dixonsgirl93 - simon riley x reader
experience - konig x inexperienced!reader & monster by @rowarn - neighbour!simon riley x reader
top gun
secrets held in the heart - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader & badlands (a series) by @moonlight-prose - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x f!reader (callsign panther) (this is an unfinished series, so, read at your own risk lol)
it's always been you by @confused-pyramid - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x fem!reader
the pitt (coming soon)
*also I ran out of mentions for this post and will be making a part 2*
🥺🥰 tysm for the mention!!
Sniffles
Buddie x reader
WC: 200 ish
This is a dumb kind of follow up to Stomach Flu. It hardly even constitutes whump. Oh, well.
You chuckled to yourself as you clicked the FaceTime icon beside Eddie’s name.
“Hey, you!” he greets as the call connects. You can tell from the background that they are on the couch in the loft at the station.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Buck adds.
You do your best to contain your smile when you reply. “I just sneezed.”
They both look confused, exchanging looks with each other. “Okay?” Eddie asks.
“Do you need tissues?” Buck offers.
“When I had the flu last month you said ‘if you just get the sniffles, you call,’” you mock trying to sound like Eddie had. “So I figured I should keep you posted.”
They both roll their eyes dramatically. “Smartass,” they both mutter.
You finally let out the laugh you'd been trying to suppress. “I'm just following instructions.”
“Well, gesundheit,” Buck offers.
“Thank you,” you blow him a kiss. “What is Bobby making for dinner over there?”
“Chicken Parmesan,” Eddie stands up and walks towards the kitchen to show you the food Bobby is preparing.
“Oh, my god,” you exclaim as you toss the phone in the bed to change clothes. “I'm coming for dinner. I'm starving and I do not want to cook.”
“See you soon, babe.”
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