Im So Proud!! Heres To The Next

im so proud!! here’s to the next 💋

Wtf- I just reacted 5k like last month. This is crazy!! Thank you everyone for following and showing me lots of love on my fics!! For new followers I am happy to welcome you- and for old fans thank you so much for sticking with me.

Looks like I’ll have to do another marathon soon, maybe change the pace for that one.

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HARD TIMES / EVAN BUCKLEY

PAIRING: Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Whilst waiting for his appointment, Evan abstains from sexual encounters. Which is a bit hard whilst simultaneously having a crush on the girl from the coffee shop.

WARNINGS: Fluff, sex mentions, teasing, makeouts & sexual depictions

WORDCOUNT: 2.5K Words

A/N: I’m actually in love with this idea 😂 May or may not have made Buck a whiner 👀 As per usual, @megalony for giving me the inspo to finish this off - check out her Buck fic!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

He was cursed, indefinitely.

Getting rescheduled, running out of gas, random remodels galore. It seems as if someone was against him finally making his donation. But the waiting wasn’t the worst part, the no sex rule was major. Why on Earth had he stuck with it? Evan assumed it wouldn’t be too difficult, which it wasn’t.

Until he met you.

It was the fourth day of waiting and he’d changed his usual coffee place ever since they randomly only served skim milk. And he was happy to make the change, since his new place was actually three minutes closer as well as better. Ever since he saw you, he’d found himself ordering more than needed, adding a muffin or two, or ordering for the crew.

Anything that let him stare at you for a little while longer. You were always on time, every morning you showed up, ordered the same thing with the occasional additional treat. A smile on your face and always equipped with a kind compliment.

But Buck surprisingly couldn’t find it in himself to approach you. Whether he was too scared of embarrassing himself or he just liked staring. He found himself second guessing his actions at every turn. It wasn’t until you came in minus a smile that he worked up the courage to interact with you.

You were currently sitting outside, gazing at the oncoming traffic and people going about their day. The cup in your hands taking the brunt end of your restlessness as you tapped your fingers. The hand waving in your face brought you back, “Oh, I’m so sorry. Did you need something?” The man in front of you grinned, “Uh no, not really. I just- well you were…” He pointed out to the traffic before pointing at you again.

“Would you like to sit? Maybe it’d help you get your words together.” You joked as he laughed before pulling his respective chair, “Thanks, I’m Evan. But people call me Buck, whatever works for you.” You reached your hand out, “Y/n, nice to meet you Evan.”

Evan smiled before revealing the brown bag, “I uhm, well you looked like you were a bit down, so I ordered you a pastry. Thought it’d cheer you up.” Your regular pastry sat inside the bag, waiting for you to eat it, “Oh! You really didn’t have to, that’s so nice of you.” He waved his hand, brushing off your words, “It’s nothing really, just enjoy it.” You wanted to ask how he knew, but figured there was no point in it.

And the two of you talked for almost an hour afterwards, slowly getting to know each other better. The pair of you were quick friends to your surprise. And your relationship only grew afterwards, regularly catching up in the mornings over coffee. Which then turned to lunch together during his off day, and then dinner.

You knew it was quick, but you couldn’t help yourself, you really did like Evan. It was unbelievably easy to talk to him, he was such a warm person. And Evan sure as hell liked you. Every day he found it easier to get out of bed, overly eager to get to see your face and hear your voice. God, he could listen to you for hours.

He’d never really clicked so easily with someone, and he was grateful for it. It’d been a while since Taylor, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not just for a night. He found himself checking his phone every few minutes, hoping for a reply from you.

And everyone else noticed.

“What’s got you so happy Buckley?” Chimney asked from the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee. Hen glanced over to find Buck smiling down at his phone, “Nothing, just looking at photos.” Hen circled back to him, sitting down across from him as she surveyed his body language. You and Evan had been out last night at a movie, and you’d both posed in the cardboard cutouts.

The photo he was looking at had you as a bodybuilder and him in a dress he looked “absolutely stunning in”, according to you.

“It’s like your face is permanently smiling. Please tell me it’s not frozen.” She poked his cheek before he swatted it away, “Can I not just be happy?” Chimney shrugged before settling down next to Hen, “You can be happy, as long as you tell us what, or who, has you feeling this way.” Bobby came towards the trio, Eddie in tow, “Who’s feeling what?” Hen chuckled, “Seems we’ve got a smitten Buckley in the house. We’re trying to figure out who’s making him happy.”

Buck rolled his eyes before getting up, “It’s really not that big of a deal guys, cmon.” Bobby shook his head, “Yes it is, someone’s in love.” The group laughed as Evan shook his head, “Not you too, I thought you were sensible.” He shrugged his shoulders, “I am extremely sensible, and curious. What’s their name?”

“Her names Y/n, and that’s all you get to know for now. Damn vultures.”

“Don’t make me circle back for you Buckley!” Hen shouted out as Evan made his way down, what he didn’t expect was for you to be waiting for him. “Y/n?” You turned swiftly to meet his eye, “Hey Buck, you called me?” His eyebrows furrowed, “It must’ve been an accident, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to come here.”

He was thoroughly impressed, did a phone call from him warrant a visit? Not that he was complaining. You looked even more gorgeous than usual, and you smelled—

“Yeah but we were supposed to meet for lunch, and you didn’t reply, I only got a call.” His eyes widened in realisation, he’d forgotten your date. Was it a date? Did you think it was a date? Is that why you were wearing a dress? You said you usually only wear them for special occasions or people. Was he a special person?

“I’m so so sorry, it must’ve slipped my mind. We just came back from a run. We can go now for sure.” Your smile spread as he spoke, “Is something funny? Please tell me I don’t have sauce on my face.” Your laughter filled the air, did you know that your eyes creased when you giggled? Your nose also scrunched, god you were cute.

His eyes trailed up to the balcony, where his entire team stood staring before straightening up, “Mhm, the top of the trucks are so pretty. Probably shiny too.” The random topics of conversation were more than enough to alert Evan to the eavesdropping taking place. “Guess you might as well meet those idiots.” You smiled, “Lead the way Firefighter Buckley.”

“Oh! You are brilliant!” Chimney exclaimed as the rest of the group laughed uncontrollably. Buck sat with his arms crossed, “It’s not even that funny!” You couldn’t help but pat his bicep, “Of course you don’t think it is!” You leaned into him as you giggled, practically pushing your chest into his arm.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Evan’s eyes were staring right into Eddies soul, as Eddies laughter died down, “You okay?” He mouthed as the man across him from blinked rapidly before nodding. Eddies eyes trailed to you, and your low cut dress before returning to Buck. Oh, oh! Eddie smiled, “That’s a really lovely dress Y/n/n.” Evan’s eyes narrowed, wishing a few horrible accidents upon Eddie.

Murmurs of agreement broke out from everyone else, “It really is, what do you think Buck?” Evan’s lips drew into a tight line, “Oh, yeah. Definitely, they look good in it. I mean— you look amazing. Really good today. Not that you don’t usually, you always look so good. And smell! Not that I smell you, you smell. Good! You smell good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled his way through his monologue, “Good to know Buck, good to know.” You promptly turned to Bobby, “Yknow Evan never shuts up about your cooking, would I ever be so lucky to experience it for myself?”

Buck zoned out of the current conversation, replaying his epic fail in his head.The tightening of his pants had him shifting around uncomfortably, and Eddies grin aimed his way was getting to him.

He was going to kill Eddie.

Dinner that night was probably amongst one of the best dates he’d ever had. And he had asked you before you went out whether or not it was a date, repeatedly. But it was also a test of strength. You’d decided to wear a gorgeous dress, designed to test his patience.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he’d made the stupid mistake of inviting you back to his apartment.

Which, A) Gave the impression that something was going to happen.

B) Maybe made you think that he thought you were the type of girl to put out easily.

And Evan never wanted you to think that.

With a few glasses of wine, sweet music and amazing company you were bound to end up on his bed. Evan’s hands were soft yet controlling, lifting you up onto his lap to straddle him. “God you’re gorgeous.” He murmured into your neck as you giggled, “Is that so?” He smiled up at you as your arms locked around his neck, “Definitely.”

“Then we should settle in for the night, no?”

Evan wanted to curse his own mind for reminding him, maybe he could make the deposit another time, right? He knew it was wrong to think this way, but how could he stop himself from going all the way with you on top of him? “Dammit, I am so sorry. But I can’t.” Your swiftly lifted yourself off his lap, settling down next to him.

“Hey that’s fine, you’re not being forced into anything Buck.” Evan groaned as he leaned in to capture your lips again, “You are so annoyingly understanding. And I love that about you, it’s one of the many things I love. Including this gorgeous lace.” He joked as he traced the strap of your bra. “Oh hush, what’s going on?”

“Promise you won’t freak out?”

“Promise.” You smiled before grabbing his hands, with wide eyes filled with curiosity staring up at him, he couldn’t help but feel the pressure. “An old friend asked me to be a sperm donor, and before making my donation, I thought it best to uh…” You raised an eyebrow as Evan struggled to find the right words, “To keep my swimmers in the tank, if you catch my drift.”

“I catch your drift, or is it a flow?” Evan rolled his eyes as you raised yourself to kiss his cheek, “I fully understand, you don’t have to be sorry. I think what you’re doing is absolutely amazing Evan, helping to start a family? That’s really sweet of you, but it must’ve been a hard decision.”

And that’s what the loved about you. Your willingness to listen, to wait and understand what you were being told. Most girls Buck had been with had never really seen everything about him, nor understood him. With you felt truly seen, and heard. Never judged. And you were breathtakingly beautiful, which was a nice bonus.

“It was.” He watched as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, “If i’m half naked, so are you. Now let’s sit and talk, when did you decide to help them out?”

For the rest of the night, the two of you simply laid in bed and cuddled, looking up at each other. Whilst you talked, Evan found his eyes trailing down your body. The two of you were in your underwear, and you your bra. With you practically ontop of him he found an intruder settling in.

“What is that?” You whined from underneath the covers, “Uh, maybe it’s my phone?” Evan rationalised as you stared at him, “Unless I stole someone’s phone and put it on charge, I don’t think it’s a phone.” Evan tried to stop you before you raised the covers, “Oh.”

“Well hello there.” The pillow was swept from underneath you as Evan buried his face in it, “Don’t,” Your laughter made his heart beat faster, and your hand which circled his crotch made him buck his hips upwards. “Oh god, please don’t.”

“Don’t… what?” Evan buried his head into your shoulder as you continued to tease him, it was the funniest thing you’d seen all day. And a helpless Buck was a fun one. “I like hearing you beg.” He slammed the pillow down onto his lap, “Y—you can’t say things like that!” His cheeks were turning red, whether it was embarrassment from his stutter or your hands, you liked it.

“Sure I can, just did. And you want to know something Evan?”

“Not really.”

“Indulge me,”

“Okay.” Evan gave in as you leaned into his ear, “I don’t sleep well with anything on.” You quickly kissed him before unclasping your bra, throwing your undergarments onto the floor and settling back in.

“Goodnight baby.” You smiled before turning off the lamp.

It was going to be a long night. Evan sat in the dark for about an hour before his situation calmed down, if he was sure of one thing? You were going to be the death of Evan Buckley.

It was donation day, finally.

Evan was practically bouncing off the walls after his shift, zooming down to the clinic before another mishap ruined his donation day. And luckily for him, he was given a cylinder and a few magazines before being sent on his way. His fingers drummed against the wheel of his jeep, he was having a good day.

The only thing better? His date with you tonight. What he hadn’t expected was to come home to candles, rose petals and his favourite girl happily sleeping in bed.

“Uhh, Y/n?” You sat up straight away in bed, “Evan! You’re back!” He walked up the stairs before setting his phone and keys down, “Whoa, you look…” You were wearing one of your favourite sets, and a new favourite of Evan’s, it didn’t exactly leave a lot to the imagination.

And he’d seen more than enough of you.

“Oh god, you look so good.”

“Well you’re extremely lucky, this is all for you. Almost five weeks, you did so well Evan.”

“I did well?”

“Yes you did, and you know what?” Evan shook his head rapidly, he was itching to touch you, “I cleared the day tomorrow for you and me, we can stay here as long as you’d like.” Evan felt weak in the knees, “Oh I love you. Now can I please throw you into bed?” You giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You can do whatever you’d like, Firefighter Buckley.”

“Oh, Firefighter Buckley?” Evan pushed you down to the bed before climbing over you, “Mhm.” His hands lifted your gown slowly, stroking the soft skin, “Now I really want to see you in my coat.”

“Oh? What, with your name on the back? All yours aren’t I?”

“That you are. You’re not gonna be walking for a few days.” Evan teased as he planted kisses along your neck, you raked your hands through his soft hair, “I’m definitely not complaining.”

Hard times have good outcomes, or something like that.

starts off on my birthday?? extra points!!!

You'll Be Safe Here

After a very lovely request from @senjoritanana I have decided to make an Eddie x Reader x Buck series. I hope you will all like it, feedback always inspires me. Enjoy.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) makes her escape to LA for a fresh start, but she gets more than she bargained for with her two roommates. Two firefighters. One who doesn't seem to like her very much. And both make her realise she can't run away from everything.

Enjoy.

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"Oh!" Closing her eyes on instinct, (Y/n) tensed her muscles and went rigid, freezing on the spot when she crashed into what was as hard and rough as a brick wall. But when her hands reached out for something, anything, to steady herself, they found a pair of broadened shoulders.

The sudden jolt made (Y/n) shiver but her mouth fell open and her jaw hung slack when she suddenly felt water dribble down her neck, onto her shoulder and trickle down her shirt towards her bra. She shivered, trying not to make another sound while her mind went into overdrive trying to figure out what had just landed on her. She was inside, so it couldn't be raining unless she had some sort of personal thundercloud hovering over her head like in a cartoon.

Her nails scrunched up the silky, somewhat damp material her hands landed on as her shoulders unintentionally rose up towards her jaw.

She hadn't walked into a wall. She had walked into a someone.

It took a lot of effort and inward persuasion for (Y/n) to make herself open her eyes and glance up to see what- no, who, she had walked into.

He was tall. Her eyeline barely scraped his shoulders that were round and tense and hunched up in a way that made (Y/n) think of anger. The material she was still clinging to, which happened to be his shirt, looked like gym clothing. It was a pastel grey with dark blue stripes running down the sides beneath his arms and she realised it was damp beneath her touch because he was sweating.

The shirt was glued to his chest like a second layer of skin and it showed every ridge, every tense muscle and each deep, sensored breath he took.

For some reason, (Y/n) wasn't sure she wanted to drag her eyes up and see his face. She knew why when she looked up at his rather handsome face. He didn't look happy.

His pupils were dilated, they were so black and deep that all (Y/n) could see of his iris was a small ring of turquoise blue outlining each pupil. Despite his wide eyes, they were starting to narrow in on her like he was scrutinising her and why she was suddenly leaning on him with bent knees and timid eyes.

A trickle of sweat rolled down the bridge of his slightly curved nose and dropped over the upturned end, falling onto his very deep rouge lips that were slightly parted so he could pant. And his hair was a dark shade of blond like when the tide took over the sand and dragged it into the ocean. His hair was forming small ringlets and tiny curls that were growing frivilous with sweat.

When (Y/n) looked back down to his lips, she realised it wasn't just sweat that was clinging to them. He had a trickle of water smearing his lower lip and tracks down his chin that glistened in the bright sunlight from the windows behind her.

The water bottle in his tense, clenched hand made (Y/n)'s eyes widen. She had walked straight into him when he was having a drink; that was why her neck and shoulder were now wet.

"I- I'm so sorry," Before she could stop herself, (Y/n) brushed her thumb over his chin, cleaning the trace of water but her action took him by surprise. He wasn't expecting such a gesture or the very delicate touch from a stranger and it made his eyes constrict and zoom in on her with curiosity.

With a shuddering breath, (Y/n) realised she was still leaning on him and she corrected herself immediately. She leaned back on her own two feet and retracted her hands from his chest, folding her arms up to her chest and interlocking her fingers to stop her bursting sense of panic.

"Who are you?" Evan swiped the back of his hand against his mouth, cleaning away the last bit of water he had spat out when she stumbled into him.

It hadn't been his fault. He walked into the apartment and round the corner, not expecting anyone to be inside his home, much less a strange girl who hadn't expected him to be around the corner either.

He couldn't stop his eyes from following the trace of water that trickled down the side of her exposed neck like a raindrop falling onto a window. He watched it pass over her collar bone and sneak beneath her top which was when Evan lifted his eyes back to her face before he stared at the wrong place.

He watched her take her lower lip between her teeth and stretch her entwined fingers, pressing them down against her chest almost like she was giving herself CPR.

She looked as frightened as a wild rabbit.

"(Y/n)… I- um," Her head turned to the right and she peered over her shoulder before anxiously looking back at him.

"Eddie!" Evan hollered, tilting his head back and rolling his lips into a thin line. He moved one hand to hold (Y/n)'s elbow, about to walk past her to find his roommate when a set of footsteps came from behind the stairs.

Eddie appeared in full view, a cup of coffee in his hand and a placid smile on his face with narrowed eyes. He looked between the pair of them before a light seemed to go off in his head and his smile turned into a wide spread grin that reached his chocolate brown eyes. Eddie moved to stand beside (Y/n) and pressed his free hand to her lower back.

"I see you've both finally met. This is Buck, the one I told you about. Buck, this is (Y/n), our new roommate."

A sudden pale complexion washed over Evan and he let go of (Y/n)'s elbow, realising he was still holding onto her like she was a criminal he was trying to apprehend.

So Eddie really had found them another roommate to fill the spare room and try to 'socialise' them both. He had ignored Evan's unease about having a female roommate sharing with the two of them. He had gone and asked her to move in anyway, knowing Evan had been at work for almost three days straight so he wouldn't have time to object and the new girl could move right in.

"Hi," (Y/n) did her best to smile up at Evan but she felt like he had reached right into her chest and curled his fist around her heart as tightly as he was gripping the water bottle in his fist.

He wasn't smiling at her. He wasn't trying to shake her hand or introduce himself or make any sort of small talk. He wasn't even acknowledging that she was going to be living with him for the foreseeable future. All he was doing was staring at her like he was trying to see into her soul and scrutinise every aspect of her person.

"Hi." He finally spoke. One little, careful word aimed towards her along with a nod of his head before he weaved past them both and moved to the stairs, tossing a quick "I need a shower." Over his shoulder as he went.

Turning on her heels, (Y/n) stared up the stairs after him, watching the way his running shoes bounced against the wooden stairs and his elbows pointed out behind him like guns aimed right for her.

"I don't think he likes me,"

(Y/n) moved her hands to hold her forearms like she was trying to give herself a comforting hug and her head hung down as her shoulders hunched over.

This wasn't going to be the fresh start she was hoping for when one of her roommates clearly didn't want her to be living with him. She thought this was going to be different. When Eddie told her about Evan, he described him as someone completely different to the person she'd just walked into. He described Evan as a loveable goof, someone who always made you laugh and smile and who could see the light in any situation and had a fact file of the most random things in the world.

He never mentioned that Evan would be so cold and uncaring about having her live here.

(Y/n) didn't want to have that sort of arrangement where she had to avoid someone she lived with. Trying to shower at different times and use the kitchen at different schedules so they didn't have to talk and interact with each other.

She had hoped to make friends with them both.

"He's just being a grump. He was expecting to have another guy share the flat,"

"Am I going to be an inconvenience?"

A frown pulled at Eddie's lips when he saw the light start to fade in (Y/n)'s eyes and noticed that she was almost drawing blood from how deeply she was biting her lip. He didn't want to upset her or have her think that he and Evan didn't want her here. Evan had been apprehensive but he had agreed, he just didn't realise how soon (Y/n) would be moving in and that it was all finalised.

"No! Buck's not himself… he's just had a bad breakup, he's beginning to think he's cursed. And he is superstitious, you know, believes in signs and that having a girl here might lead to something." Eddie's corny smile unravelled one of the nerves in (Y/n)'s stomach just a little.

Evan couldn't help but believe he might he cursed when it came to relationships. The only person he could rely on was Eddie and every woman had either left him or broken a small piece of him.

Soon enough there was going to be nothing left.

And a female roommate was a complication. Evan didn't like coincidences or superstitions and he knew how quickly a friendship could lead to something more. It was like a temptation, if they had a girl live with them who he liked, it could form into something more and that would lead to complications if the relationship went sour.

"I don't want to be a nuisance or have him avoiding me all the time,"

(Y/n) followed Eddie into the kitchen and nodded kindly when he pointed to the kettle, silently asking if she wanted a drink.

"Trust me, you'll be a Godsend, not an inconvenience. I am curious though… why move in with us? I was surprised when you said yes."

Eddie didn't know (Y/n) that well, he met her a few weeks back and they got to talking. (Y/n) mentioned she was looking for an apartment that was cheap since she had been living in a hotel since she moved to LA and Eddie happened to mention he and Evan had a spare room they were looking to rent. He didn't expect (Y/n) to agree.

Not many girls would move to the city and agree to move in with two men she didn't really know. It wouldn't be something Eddie would advise his sisters to do, it was something he would warn them against. He and Evan were stand up people, they were devoted to their job which kept them both busy so a roommate wasn't going to distract them or get in their way and they weren't dangerous by any means. But he was still surprised (Y/n) was so eager to move in with them.

(Y/n) folded her arms on the kitchen counter and arched her back and bum out, looking over at Eddie through thick lashes that hid her anxiety.

"I'd say it's because you're really nice and the price is cheap but… back home I didn't feel safe. I didn't want to rent and live alone when I moved here and- and two firemen offer me a place to stay? How much safer can it get?"

She wasn't stupid, not by any means.

(Y/n) knew better than most that monsters could come in all shapes and sizes. They could have stand up jobs, they could be doctors or nurses or work on the city counsil or be a lawyer. Monsters could have the most sweet, sincere smiles that would melt the harshest winter, but when they bared their teeth, they were frightening.

Eddie didn't seem like a monster to (Y/n) and from what he had said of Evan, he wasn't one either.

(Y/n) was desperate to feel safe. She couldn't live alone, she was too nervous and afraid to be alone in a new city and come home every night from work, desperate to add more locks on the door to keep the monster out. Eddie and Evan were firefighters, their job was to protect people and help them out of any situation.

They were the safest people to live with and (Y/n) already knew she could count and rely on Eddie. And if in time, she and Evan still couldn't get along, she would still feel safe living here with them.

Safe was all (Y/n) dreamed to be.

"Safe? Did someone hurt you?" Eddie asked before he could stop himself.

He straightened up and pressed both palms down on the kitchen counter, his brows furrowing as he looked across at (Y/n) in concern. There was a difference between being afraid of living alone and being afraid of your safety, Eddie knew that better than most. She wanted to feel safe and two firefighters who weren't afraid of doing the right thing and getting into fights made Eddie wonder if she agreed to stay here for protection.

As if she thought living with them would stop someone from finding or hurting her.

He watched her shake her head and try to smile but it didn't reach her beautiful eyes and it made a stone set deep in the pit of his stomach. Eddie managed a smile and relaxed a little, leaning back down against the counter so she could feel more at ease. He didn't know her well enough to push the subject when he knew the answer to his question was yes, even if she was trying to pretend it was no.

"Well you'll be safe here, I promise."

He would make sure of it and he knew Evan would too, even if he didn't show it at first.

***

"What're you making?"

A timid voice broke Evan out of his thoughts and he turned his head, sneaking a glance over his shoulder towards his newest roommate. He dragged his eyes up and down her frame, soaking her in, taking in her appearance that was different from the other day.

Her hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail that left a few curls straggling around her ears, framing her cheekbones like curtains. She had an oversized jumper on that pulled down over her hands making her look like a child in their parent's clothes, but it was a somewhat sweet look. Both her arms were rubbing into her sides and scratching along her thighs through the thick material of her jumper.

Evan realised a second too late that his stare didn't give off the best impression. He could see the unease flood her face and it dawned on him that maybe she thought he was scrutinising her rather than simply drinking in her appearance.

"Lasagne," He finally responded, clearing his throat and swiping his tongue out over his lower lip which had suddenly gone very dry.

His eyes followed (Y/n) as she folded her arms over her chest and slowly walked into the kitchen where he was hard at work, continuously stirring the mince in the pot.

(Y/n) stood close to Evan's side but made sure to keep a membrane of space between them. An air of safety.

The steam from the cooker made a shiver roll down her spine and she realised it was making Evan a bit tense, his arms were straining against the short, and rather tight sleeves of his shirt and a trickle of sweat rolled down his cheek and traced along the vein in his neck.

"Smells good,"

Her eyes cast over the cooker and the worktops in front of her, taking in how much effort he had put into making a simple lasagne, making it anything but plain. He had made the white cheese sauce from scratch by the looks of it, he had pre-cooked the sheets of pasta and was just finishing off the bolognaise which also looked like the sauce was homemade. Evan had to be a good cook to make this all from scratch.

A gentle smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips and with an air of nervousness, she stretched her arm over Evan's outstretched hand, reaching across to pick up the few utensils left on the counter. She took the empty pan, the spatula and the knives he had been using to cut up the onion and carrots and moved towards the sink to start washing up.

"You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind," (Y/n) had already rolled up her sleeves and started to wash before Evan could try and talk her out of it. He was busy, the least she could do while she had nothing to do was help keep the kitchen clean. They both lived here now, after all. She wasn't a guest in his home he was preventing from cleaning, she was his flat mate who wanted to help with the chores.

"Well I hope you're hungry."

Evan turned off the stove and grabbed the tea towel from his shoulder, drying his damp palms before he rummaged around to find another spoon. When he didn't hear a response, he turned and leaned his hips against the counter and tilted his head at an angle. His brow rose while he watched (Y/n) dunk her hands into the sink and tilt her head to look at him.

He could feel his heart rocket in his chest when she looked over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. Her chin pressed down on her shoulder and she looked up through her lashes, her pinched lips parted in an oval shape that made his stomach clench.

"Oh, um… uh me?"

"What, you don't trust my cooking?" Evan bit down the tension building in his stomach, feeling a small unease growing at the thought that she didn't think he was any good at cooking or that she didn't want to try whatever he had made. He was only joking but in the pit of his stomach he was worried she would answer his joke seriously, and not in a good way.

When he and Eddie cooked, they made tea for both of them, not just themselves. It was an unspoken rule and a habit they had kept since they moved in together. Why cook for one and not the other? They both shared the same food tastes, Evan would eat anything and Eddie certainly wasn't the best cook in the world, far from it. Evan thought (Y/n) would be the same, that they would all share the cooking as well as cleaning and she would eat with him and Eddie.

Maybe she didn't want to eat with them. Perhaps she was a fussy eater and wouldn't eat most of the stuff they would cook. Maybe she didn't think Evan was a good cook and didn't want to bother with his food.

Evan was trying hard to change his dynamics. He had lived all his childhood trying to prove himself and make people notice him, a lot of that involved getting hurt in order to be seen.

He valued himself on the reaction he could gouge out of others. He lived his life trying to please people and make them like him and to help people and it wasn't the healthiest way to live, everyone was trying to tell him that. But it was hard to shake old habits and Evan couldn't take rejection well.

"No! No I do I just, I just didn't expect you to cook for me too, that's all,"

(Y/n) swiped the teatowel from Evan's hands and hastily dried her hands that were covered in bubbles that dripped down her wrists. Her fingers scrunched the tea towel up tight, holding it against her chest as her big doe eyes stared up at Evan, praying she hadn't upset him.

She had been doing her best to be a good roommate, trying not to be loud, clean up after herself and making sure she didn't get in their way, but she couldn't get a good grip on Evan. She couldn't work him out. One moment he was practically ignoring her and the next he was trying to talk to her and all (Y/n) could do was fumble over her words and make herself look like a foolish child in front of him.

"That's what we do here. At work we all eat together as a family, me and Eddie brought that rule home."

(Y/n) didn't know how to respond to that other than to smile as brightly as she could to something that sounded so homely and warm it made her melt like butter.

She'd never had a family dynamic in any of the jobs she worked at. Back home with her mum, it hadn't been the best time of her life and where she lived before she came here, it had been awful. (Y/n) wanted to forget that part of her life that she was running away from. Meals had been rushed or done with shaking hands and eating in silence always made (Y/n) want to be sick.

Being with Evan and Eddie, chatting and cooking and eating together was going to give (Y/n) the homely feel that she had missed out on for most of her life.

Reaching out, she held the tea towel back out to Evan like some sort of peace offering and he took it, swinging it over his shoulder before his large hands clamped down on his hips. He looked like he was posing for something, maybe not a picture or a poster, but like he was looking for something or expecting something. It made (Y/n) stare up at him for a bit longer than necessary.

When Evan moved to start layering the pasta sheets in a dish, (Y/n) leaned over the pot on the stove to take a peak at the bolognase.

"You could add some oregano and put some garlic cloves in to flavour it while it cooks." Turning he back, (Y/n) moved towards the fridge and pulled out a clove of garlic before she moved to the spice cupboard and rummaged through, seeing if the boys had any oregano to add in.

"Uh, Cap's recipe doesn't have those." A smile tugged at Evan's lips but when he turned around, he rose a brow and slouched his shoulders.

He picked up the slightly crumpled piece of paper and hovered it near (Y/n) so she could see that those ingredients weren't on the recipe Bobby had written out for him. Bobby was always teaching Evan new dishes to try out, especially the ones Evan craved when Bobby made them at the station. Evan was nowhere near as good as his captain but he was trying his best and it was going well so far.

Evan wasn't about to add new ingredients or change the recipe, he wanted to follow it to the letter.

"It's just herbs," (Y/n) cut up the cloves of garlic and held out the small rectangle jar of herbs towards Evan with a gentle look. Would his Captain really write down all the herbs and spices Evan should add in? It wasn't strictly changing the recipe and he had followed it in every other aspect.

"Cap hasn't written them down," His arms folded over his chest and he jutted one hip to the side, watching (Y/n) with scrutinising eyes that made her shrink in on herself.

"Evan I was only-"

"No."

The way he tilted his head from left to right made him look sassy and for a second, (Y/n) couldn't decide whether he was tormenting her or teasing her or being deadly, ruthlessly serious. Either way, she took a step back and coiled her arms to herself.

She didn't notice the shiver that tore through Evan when she said his name. No one called him Evan, not even Maddie anymore. He was known and referred to as Buck and to hear his name when he wasn't at a hospital appointment or in a deadly situation was almost concerning.

Except when it came from (Y/n)'s lips.

"What are you two bickering about?"

Eddie sauntered into the kitchen, breaking up the tension as he stood behind (Y/n) and pushed his hip out against the counter. One hand gripped the worktop to keep himself propped up and the other rested on his hip as his eyes worked between the pair of them, wondering what he had missed so far.

"(Y/n) is trying to add extras to Cap's lasagne," Whipping the tea towel back off his shoulder, Evan tossed it onto the counter and grabbed the pan of white sauce. He was layering this up now because it needed to cook and he was already starved.

Closing her eyes, (Y/n) tried not to jump or jerk when she suddenly felt Eddie's hand on her left hip. His fingers were oddly warm and smooth and they pressed into her flesh like he was trying to imbed them there and feel for her hip bone. It wasn't the kind of touch (Y/n) was used to, it was softer and gentle rather than harsh and menacing.

It made nerves spark to life and send tingles running down the side of her left leg right down to her ankle. And when His chest suddenly merged up against her back and his chin peered over her shoulder, (Y/n) almost squeaked.

A grin quirked on his lips that made (Y/n) go weak at the knees as she turned her head to the right, suddenly realising it might not have been a good idea with how close it put her to Eddie's dark lips. They parted enough for him to swipe them with his tongue and at the same time he squeezed her hip, he hovered his other hand near his mouth, silently asking her to be quiet.

His chest pressed out into her back so that she could feel every shallow breath he took and if she concentrated and dared to enough, she was sure she could feel his groin if she moved an inch in the wrong direction.

Her jaw fell open and she sucked in a sharp breath when Eddie grabbed the handful of garlic cloves she had peeled and sprinkled them into the pot.

But then his hand moved to curl around the back of (Y/n)'s right hand that was still holding the oregano jar. This thumb clicked the lid open and he cautiously moved her hand over the pot, shaking in a generous amount of herbs. (Y/n)'s hand felt cold and limp when Eddie let go so he could mix the bolognase, trying to hide the new ingredients so that when Evan found out, it would be too late to argue or do anything about it.

"He'll thank us later," Eddie's lips were so close that if (Y/n) pushed her chin up half an inch, they would kiss.

She liked the flecks of light she could see pooling in his chocolate brown eyes and the way the tip of his nose crinkled when he smiled down at her. It almost made her forget to worry about Evan's reaction.

He was not going to thank them for this.

***

A shockwave rattled through Eddie's chest and he bolted upright in bed, gulping down deep breaths as shivers and tremors rattled through his body like he was being electrocuted.

He adjusted his eyes to the darkness and looked around his room, wondering what on Earth had bolted him awake from a dream so suddenly and sharply. But he didn't have time to think when a scream vibrated through the walls and rattled around in his mind that started to shake and melt in pain.

That wasn't Evan. He had bad dreams, but he never screamed himself awake. The only time Eddie remembered hearing Evan scream was when someone shot Eddie on duty.

It had to be (Y/n).

Without a second thought, Eddie tossed the cover to one side and scrambled to his feet, stumbling on the cold wood floor that made his feet jump and jerk from the contact.

Oh God, had someone broken into the apartment? Had a shelf fallen down in her room? Had she had some kind of medical emergency at midnight?

Anything and everything rattled around in Eddie's mind as he bolted out of his room and ran four feet towards (Y/n)'s room. He heard Evan's distinct footsteps that sounded like earthquakes when he was tired and drowsy, they followed a few paces behind Eddie.

"What the fuck?" Evan muttered as he rubbed at his eyes, trying to move a bit faster but his body wasn't working with him tonight. He had barely been home three hours and both Eddie and (Y/n) had retired to their rooms before he came home off shift. He had done a twenty four hour shift with no chance of sleep, Evan was desperate to be in bed.

Why was (Y/n) screaming the roof down?

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), Jesus what's happening?!" Eddie flung the door open so quickly it bashed into the wall and it made him think of a gunshot ringing out through the night. It seemed (Y/n) had the same idea because when his eyes found her, she flinched, jerking back in the bed with her arms bolted up in front of her face like iron bars and her hands digging into the back of her head.

Evan leaned into the room and switched on the light while Eddie heaved himself down on the edge of the bed, trying to be careful and gentle when he stretched his arms out towards (Y/n).

"No intruder, no damage, you're breathing… did you have a nightmare?" Evan spoke softly and leaned against the doorframe, rubbing the base of his hand against his eyes that were burning from lack of sleep.

He couldn't see anyone breaking into her room. There was nothing out of the ordinary, no broken lamps and no blood splattering the walls. She was breathing rapidly in a panic and she didn't look to have any injuries. All that Evan could guess was that she had scared herself awake from a bad dream and one look at (Y/n)'s petrified frame told Evan he was right.

Part of Evan wanted to move. He wanted to go and sit down near Eddie and try to calm (Y/n) down. Something had to have shocked her badly for her to scream murderously like that and be sat trembling, unable to move or speak to them.

But he didn't.

What could Evan do when Eddie was already sat there working his magic to get (Y/n) to calm down and open up. (Y/n) didn't need Evan sat like an awkward statue or hear him try to relate and tell her it was okay, he still had nightmares about seeing Eddie be shot in front of him.

He wanted to say she would be alright or refer to Eddie and say she was in good hands, Eddie had the situation handled. But all that came out was "I'm going back to bed."

Evan couldn't do anything, so he left.

"(Y/n), look at me… it's just you and me." Daring to reach his hands out, Eddie brushed his fingertips along (Y/n)'s arms, waiting for her to stop flinching at his touch before he curled his hands around hers that were going to bruise into her scalp by now.

He gently uncurled her hands from her head and lowered them down until her arms were limp and left trembling against her exposed thighs.

"Just you and me. Whatever you dreamt, it's gone now. Nothing's gonna hurt you, I swear." Eddie wasn't sure his words were getting through to her until something crossed his mind and he murmured "You're safe."

Those two little words made her flitting eyes lock on his and before he knew it, her fingers were curled around his wrists, pulling him closer until he almost bashed his temple into hers. He smoothed his fingers up and down her lower arms and brushed his thumbs against the inside of her wrist, trying to give her something to focus on and ground herself with.

With a twitching frown, Eddie moved his fingers around her wrist and pressed them firmly down on her pulse, trying to count the beats and form a mental note. His eyes narrowed but stayed locked with (Y/n)'s intense gaze, noticing the slight constriction in her pupils and how her uneven breaths sucked in a suddenly sharp intake.

"Do you normally have palpitations?" The concern was evident in his voice and he tried to keep counting her pulse in his mind. He couldn't tell if she was having palpitations because she had scared herself awake in shock or if this was something she usually had.

(Y/n) couldn't answer, but she managed to nod her trembling head, almost tucking her chin into her chest to try and give her answer. Her heart was the least of her worries right now. Palpitations were an old friend that always told her when she was panicked and starting to suffer.

"Okay, well it's not too bad-"

She hugged him.

Eddie wasn't expecting her to want or seek out his touch, not in her panicked state when his presence in her room had clearly been offputting at first.

But she grabbed him with such intensity that Eddie almost fell on his back on the bed. He could feel her fingers pushing into his shoulders but it was her face, burrowed deep into his chest, that shocked him the most. Unsure what else to do, Eddie balanced his weight on his upper thighs and hips, keeping his back straight so they both didn't topple backwards. And he moved his arms, curling one very lightly around (Y/n)'s waist while the other moved towards the base of her neck. He didn't want to scare her, but he also wanted to give her some reassurance and comfort if he could.

He didn't care what time it was, how badly (Y/n) was shaking and quietly crying into his chest or the tears and hot breaths soaking into his shirt.

He only cared about making her feel safe.

YOURS TRULY

pairings: dark!luke castellan x fem!reader, dark!percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: with one demi-god on your tail, you try your hardest to make your escape. but with two? they’re both no where near willing to let you go.

warnings: obsession, possession, stalking, implied kidnapping, sexual implications

a/n: look who decided to write again!

Icons not mine, credits to the owner!

it wasn’t hard for him to find you again. a given, he would track you down to the ends of tartarus as long as you wound up where you were meant to be.

by his side.

at first he’d been disappointed in himself when he fell for you. luke thought himself above that, thinking that he’d devoted himself entirely to his cause. but maybe being around so many kids for so many years caused him to soften in places unknown.

because when you’d limped into camp, collapsing in the strawberry fields and sending the the place into a tailspin, he found an eerie sense of peace with you. the words and thoughts in his heads were drowned out the second you looked up at him.

“it’s- it keeps- it’s chasing me.” his hand came down to your stomach, a lash ran across. not too deep, barely half a centimetre perhaps less. luke immediately picked up his sword in defence of you, waiting for the monster to show. meanwhile the other kids were either running for chiron and mr d or gearing up themselves.

there was no way they were missing the chance for kleos.

but the monster was already subdued, as percy walked out dragging a head along with him. “order to go?” you couldn’t help the smile that came across your face at his words. but luke didn’t like it, how the hell had percy beaten him to it?

over the next few months you found yourself in between the two of them, fighting for your attention. even if it was just for a minute. during the capture the flag you found yourself rotating teams every time since apparently the other promised victory every time. but you knew if you only focused on one of them the other would be angry.

everyone else at camp found it hilarious. two of the most well known campers competing for someone who apparently couldn’t care less. you just wanted to be at camp with your friends.

but what you didn’t know was that they were actively working against each other.

“nice sword skills jackson, a scarecrow teach you?” luke laughed as percy sighed, “your insults are weak castellan, so are your own skills.” luke raised his eyebrows, he was one of the best swordsman around in a long time. they both were one of few who saw the real sides to them, the jealousy and the arrogance. all because of you.

it got so intense to the point that you knew you needed to run. they were hurting eachother constantly, all for your approval, and even threatening your own siblings at times. to the point where they slowly began to distance themselves when the two were around. whether they’re excusing themselves for the bathrooms or just blatantly upping and leaving.

“hey y/n, how are you?” your spoon froze mid air as you heard percy’s voice, a quick glance at your siblings and you could see the fear. “guys, you mind giving us a second?” all your sibling at the table were younger than you and more than happy to leave, “i’m doing fine jackson. you?” you couldn’t be any shorter with him yet he always engaged himself in conversations with you. even when you were clearly uninterested.

“i’m doing amazing, now that i’m talking to you.” you flashed him a smile before getting up with your tray, “that’s nice, i’ll see you around.”

percy watched as you walked away, until he heard the voice he dreaded. “left alone are we?” luke joked whilst sitting down in the spot you’d occupied not too long ago. “shut up. she barely talks to you.” luke smiled, “well, when she’s with me we don’t do a lot of talking.” if looks could kill, luke would be a goner. “stop it.”

“bet i could catch her before you.”

“you’re slower than me let’s be realistic jackson.”’

“you wanna bet?”

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, knee-deep in the creek with either boy on each side of you. “will you just leave me alone? what is wrong with you!” luke’s face was cold, his grip on his sword was more than enough to make your heart race. “just come out and let me talk to you.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at percy’s words, “why would i? it looks like you wanna kill me!”

“no!” luke’s shouting caused you to stumble back, “i mean— i would never hurt you.” he took a step forwards as you pointed your spear, “stay back!” unfortunately, you’d been so busy fending off luke you’d forgotten about percy to your left. you screamed at the top of your lungs when his arms came around you.

“hey, quit it.” luke whispered as his hand came over your mouth. “i don’t want to hurt you.” you’d be damned if you went quietly, so you shook and writhed. trying your hardest to get away, and luke had a short temper when it came to you. his sword came across your head, knocking you out cold. “what the hell!” percy yelled as you went limp in his arms. “she’ll be fine, now let’s get going.”

as they walked with you, either one couldn’t help but think, when they’d get rid of the other.

Can I just say “his power” IS SO DIVINE. UGHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! Thank you for putting out this masterpiece

thank you so much!! i’m so happy to write for tim :)

9-1-1 || 7x04

here before buddie canon!! 😜😜

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also currently listening to bad omens by 5sos and that exactly describes how i feel about this.