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[mvltisstuff]

i actually always forget that bobby died… you won’t catch that mf dead in ANYTHING i write trust me. i’ve never felt so ill over a fake man dying 💔💔

[mvltisstuff]

Hi💕

Love your writing so much. If you like it, maybe we can have Buck being very protective of the reader who is a civilian. Maybe like she is in a building, and it got attacked. Maybe she gets hit on and super uncomfortable. Whatever you are okay with writing.

Thank you so much. You are so talented❤️❤️

own it - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: so cute, love love love this idea and i am running with it!! this might be a little messy so i apologize but i hope you like!!

buck will go to the ends of the earth if it means y/n wouldn’t be hurt in any way. if she was safe and happy, he was perfectly content. he’d do anything for her.

her body fits right up against him perfectly that it’s impossible for him not to protect her. he wants her glued to his side at all times. not because he doesn’t trust her, he doesn’t trust other people. he knows how much of a catch y/n is, and he’ll be damned if someone takes advantage of her vulnerability on his watch. when she’s around, buck immediately turns on his guard dog mode. y/n practically has him trained like a dog to remain at her side whenever she calls. but, buck wouldn’t change a thing. if there’s beautiful y/n next to him that he loves like air, he’s choosing to be right beside her. y/n’s perfect for buck in every way, and he’s not letting anyone take her from him.

at first, he thought it was just the natural instinct in him to protect people. his job requires it, so protection was nothing new to him. however, the urge to protect the woman who is fully capable became unbearable. she was at the front of his mind for everything he did.

if he heard about an accident on the freeway she takes to work, he’d find another route for her to take. if she mentioned someone creepy at her gym, he would pay the cancellation fee and pay for her to get a membership to a nicer gym. he’d go anywhere she didn’t want to go with her. a lot of people have asked y/n if his defense annoys her, and she says the same thing every time.

y/n would never complain about having the perfect man treat her like glass. he treats her like a princess, and shes the lucky charm. he protects her life his life depends on it because he couldn’t live without her.

after both of them get out of work, they finally can go out and spend time with each other. this is when buck’s the most protective, because no one will ever hurt her if he’s around.

at the bar on this night, y/n sits on a stool at the table that her boyfriends team sits at. buck lingers over her, occasionally wrapping his big arms around her. he scopes the bar the whole night, making sure no one looks like a threat.

“baby, im gonna go get another drink,” y/n turns to say in his ear over the live music in the room.

“i’ll come with you.”

“it’s okay, stay with your friends,” she places a gentle hand on his arm. “i’ll be quick.”

he watches her walk away up to the bar. he knows she’ll be fine, but he doesn’t want anyone to try anything.

y/n waits at the bar, tapping her fingers on the wood while waiting for her drink to be made. her rings clink against the hard surface and she ignores everyone else around her, especially the heavy-set man who can barely see over his baseball cap but still has his eyes drilling into the side of her head.

“good choice, strong, though.” he says, tilting the edge of his beer in a circle on the bar. “sure you don’t need someone to take care of you after all this liquor?”

“i’m a big girl,” y/n replies coldly, not giving the creep the satisfaction of eye contact. besides, someone will save her soon enough.

“oh, i bet you are, hon,” he winks and nudges his stool closer. in the perfect second, y/n senses a figure behind her. it never startles her, though. buck would never let something happen to her.

his strong arms come down to meet at y/n’s hands leaning on the bar. she sees the tattoos and is immediately feeling better about the situation. one of bucks thick hands swims down to her waist, pulling her against him as her back presses into his abs. “you okay?” he whispers into her ear.

she steps forward to look back at him and put a hand on his cheek. “you’re here, so yes.”

“i smelt this fool a mile away,” buck grins into her as he leans onto her again. “like what you see, big guy?” buck flexes his huge bicep in the man’s face, watching with an envious look. “yeah, gone all quiet now. typical.”

buck leans in to plant more gentle kisses by y/n’s ear and moves down her neck as she accepts the drink from the bartender. she thanks him, and turns with buck to walk away with his arm around her shoulders. bucks side accidentally hits the man in the stool, splashing beer all over his shirt.

post date night, y/n and buck walked into the liquor store just to pick up a bottle of wine. may as well continue the night when they get home, too. they walk into the store, just in and out so they can head home.

y/n crouches down and buck watches her scope through all the wines. “which one do you want?”

“pick whatever you want, baby,” he says with his arms crossed as he steps closer. he tries to ignore the young boy that just came in, but he can’t help but feel alerted by his presence. he doesn’t care what happens to him, but y/n will get out of here without a scratch. buck taps y/n to stand up once she finally has one in her hands. in an instant, just by the look on his face, she knows something’s up.

“what’s the matter?”

“nothing, i just want you to be careful of that dude over there.”

“what?”

“i don’t know, just a bad feeling.’’

y/n tries to shrug it off. at least she has her bodyguard on the clock. buck leaves y/n for a split second to go check their other options. she’s still in eyesight, so he feels okay. there’s an eerie silence in the store. no footsteps, no bottles clinking, no one’s talking. buck peers down one of the isles, see if he might be able to get an eye on this guy. when he does, there’s a gun being help up to the cashier in silence while he frantically moves around the registers. buck’s face drops, and he is immediately dragged back to y/n.

“sweetheart, c’mon.” he grabs her hand, pulling her to the back of the store as his eyes scan around them.

“what’s wrong?” she whispers, unable to read the scene around them. “buck, you’re freaking me out.”

buck fondles the handle on the bathroom door in the back of the store, he finds it to be the grace of god that it’s unlocked. he gently but firmly pulls y/n inside, locking the door behind them.

“that kid’s trying to rob the store, but i’ll get us out of here.”

y/n’s face drains of color, and she pulls in as much air into her lungs as she can before her breathing becomes rapid.

“hey, hey, look at me,” buck places both of his hands on her cheeks. “nothing is going to happen to you. you’re okay, baby, i promise, just breathe for me.”

y/n listens, knowing there’s nothing else she can do. buck pulls her against his chest, knowing he’s the closest thing to peace she can find right now. ‘i’m sorry, i knew we should have just went home but i insisted on the wine, and now were trapped in this bathroom-“

“no, shh, don’t be sorry. we’re gonna be just fine, trust me. you know how much i love you and wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right?”

she nods into his hand on her cheek, the other on her arm to help her steady herself. her eyes are wet with tears that haven’t fallen yet, and buck wipes away the ones that have slipped out with his thumb.

the pair waits surprisingly not a long time before they hear sirens. they never heard a gunshot, which is good. buck never wants y/n to see something like that. a knock comes through the thick bathroom door. “LAPD, anyone in here?”

buck unlocks the door, opening it slowly with y/n tucked under his arm. they are finally led outside to the fresh night air, and y/n can finally breathe. her hand lands on her chest as buck rubs a circle on her back. “the cops wanna talk to us, and then we can go home.”

“okay,” y/n says with a shaky voice.

“wait,” he grabs her before she can walk toward the group of police. “i love you more than anything. you are my entire world and i’m never letting anyone hurt you.”

“i know,” she pushes up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around her body. her soft lips connect with his, buck able to taste the slight salt on her lips. their kiss does nothing but prove to y/n how much buck really means, and how safe she really is when he’s around. ‘i love you, so much. i love you.”

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Can I pls request something with Buck where reader s changing in the locker room and buck walks in and is absolutely gobsmacked since reader is just covered in tattoos? Like shoulders to wrists, back and front, legs etc and he's never seen them before since reader always wears a long sleeve undershirt?

Maybe some of them are beautiful and intricate but most are silly? Like a fish but instead of its tail it has a human foot or something?

painted on canvas - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

thank u for the request! your creativity is so amazing and i love seeing it in my inbox :) this is a quick one, hope u dont mind!

the second buck walked into that locker room, he couldn’t look away.

it felt horrible. a woman is changing in front of him and he was the one who intruded. but she was a piece of art right in front of his eyes, was it so bad to admire it?

he’s noticed little black streaks running up y/n’s collar, but nothing crazy. everyone has small tattoos these days, especially in LA. sometimes, they would peek through her shirt sleeves down by her wrists, but they never really sparked any interest in buck. it made sense that he’s never seen them. its the peak of winter on the west coast and even fifty degrees is considered ice cold. so, even though y/n works with buck, her body was always clad in clothing that would conserve her body heat. the uniform covered up all the ink.

the engine reversed back into the station after a call, and y/n bounces out of her seat. she puts away all of her gear like normal, and the whole team follows their typical routine. y/n had mentioned that she was going to go change her shirt, but it must have gone in one ear and out the other for buck.

he saunters his way through the station, his home away from home, with the usual pep in his step and a soft whistle coming from his lips. he pushes against the door of the shared locker room, and his whistle slows to a stop.

y/n stood with her back to the door in a white tank top, folding up her previous work shirt. the thick black lines on some of her tattoos peeked through the thin fabric, and buck followed each stroke with his eyes.

her entire body was covered in tattoos. buck thought he had a lot, but he clearly was an amateur compared to this portrait in front of him. she could be put in a museum and he would buy tickets daily. he looked down her strong back, viewing the vines that cascaded down her spine into a mess of flowers. he tried to read all the little words engraved in her skin.

“wanna pick your jaw off the floor?” her voice interrupts his admiring.

“sorry! i forgot you were changing i was just looking at your…” his voice trails off as she turns her full body around, and to his surprise, there are even more. from her collarbones to her hips, she was marked up. if you thought you had a unique tattoo idea, chances are y/n already took it. “you have great tattoos.”

“you like them?” she grins, turning her shoulders a bit with her hands on her waist.

“yeah, you look sick.” he stutters. “well, not sick sick but like, a cool sick, you know?”

“thanks, buck.” she turns around, reaching up to hang up her shirt. under her arm, buck finds more tattoos. he can’t help the chuckle that comes from his mouth. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing’s funny,” he shakes his head. “i just like that…fish? fish foot?” he squints to get a better look.

“$100 memorial for my first fish! don’t laugh at him,” y/n jokes in a serious tone, but her smile calms down the room.

“$100? then you probably have my mortgage on your body.”

y/n giggles again, shutting her locker and throwing on another long sleeve shirt.

“ah, killing my view, huh?”

“quit trying to get me to take off my shirt, evan,” she brushes past him and walks towards the door after buttoning up her overshirt. “unless you want to.”

his heart skips a beat. uh, yeah i want to? but, his silly little expression makes her laugh again.

“relax, i was kidding.” she winks and walks out, leaving buck in the locker room by himself.

what just happened? he thinks.

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A buck x reader one where before she was a firefighter she was a trained chef and so whenever she's assigned kitchen duty she's in her element making really good food quickly (bc you don't know when the next call is gonna come in) and buck is just in LOVE with her and her cooking (bro is like a garbage disposal w food) and so one day he invites her around for a hangout and cooks her something and she's so happy and before he can ask her out she beats him to it?

savory - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

a/n: hi!!!! i got bored and wrote and i thought this was so cute

even on her first day at the 118, y/n found herself in the kitchen. she stood next to bobby, insisting he takes a break and lets her cook dinner for everyone.

of course, he obliged. he’s seen her resume. if it were buck or eddie trying to cook something, he’d probably politely decline.

buck came running up the stairs, famished and ready to eat. he was particularly excited because the ray of sunshine who is new to the station had her first shift with the team. he knew immediately he had to get to know her.

buck knows all too well about workplace relationships and what they bring. usually failure, but just hearing y/n’s voice when she walked in made him want to forget about his past relationships completely. no one he’d been with had the instant grace that she carried herself with. none of his exes had the gentleness in her touch and the soothing tone in her voice. not to mention, she had the most glimmering smile and bright eyes he’d ever seen. bucks been known to jump into things too quickly, but he couldn’t help but picture y/n in his own kitchen when he wakes up in the morning as his own.

“buck!” chimney interrupts his train of thought. “where are you sitting so i know where to put your bib?”

“oh, uh, i’ll just sit wherever.” he smiles quickly, almost completely ignoring the teases towards him. chimney sets the table, and y/n takes out the tray from the oven.

buck had to sit near her. it was his mission of the night. bobby always sits at the head of the table, so buck put his drink next to the plate near bobby. he snuck behind y/n, snatching her glass and refilling it with more ice water. then, he places it across from his seat at the table.

the whole team comes to sit down at the table, and eddie moves toward the chair across from buck.

“oh, eddie, that’s…” he instantly felt his face get hot and his heart start pounding. he was embarrassed.

“what?”

“nothing, that’s just…” he looks around the table and the whole kitchen. “y/n’s water is there.”

“sorry, god, when did i put that there? you can just move it, eddie it’s no problem!” y/n chimes in, a slight fear to be inconvenient slices through her voice.

eddie stares at him, a little confused and then looks around at his friends. when he sees hen’s little grin creep up on her face, he gets it. “oh! it’s nothing to worry about, promise. i’ll just- yeah,” and he moves his stuff to the other side.

buck wants to shove his face into his hands and climb under the table. he’s wants to hide from the beautiful specimen in front of him that he’s trying to hard for. he expects y/n to have a concerned look on her face, but she just smiles. she’s so pretty, and it’s all he can think about.

finally, everyone sits down and buck receives another smile from y/n. he returns it, his a little awkward and embarrassed. he thought he was slick by moving her water.

the whole team takes a bite and their eyes roll back and they groan in satisfaction. is the new girl magic? how did something this delicious come from her hands in such little time?

hen interrupts, wiping the corners of her mouth. “this is one of the best things i’ve ever tasted, y/n.”

“no, actually, where did you learn to cook like this?” eddie asks.

“i grew up cooking a lot and baking. i was gonna go to culinary school and i started at a program. i guess it worked out if you guys like it!”

meanwhile, buck shoots his head up from being practically dug into his plate. “you were a chef?”

she laughs, not at him, but almost in adoration of him. “you could say that. i don’t usually bring it up.”

“why the switch if you don’t mind me asking?”

“if you’re gonna interview her, you may as well stop inhaling your food, buddy.” eddie chimes in, throwing a little diss but also trying to help buck make the best impression he can.

buck sits up immediately. does he look gross? why is he so obsessed with this food? she probably thinks he’s weird, she thinks. but, when he looks up, she’s just giggling with him, her eyes drilling into his. suddenly, she’s the only thing he craves.

“leave him be, you’re doing the same,” hen remarks at eddie.

“it wasn’t fun for me anymore, i learned a lot but it was stressful. i also didn’t get to help anybody as a chef.”

of course, she wants to help people. because she’s an angel sent from heaven in bucks eyes. “well, we’re glad to have you here.”

“thanks, buckley.” she smirks, forking pieces of food on her plate. “and thanks for filling my water,” she whispers.

the color drains from buck’s face. when did he become so bad at this? she just laughs, so he does too.

for the following weeks, y/n cooked nearly every shift. usually, her and bobby would work together which is the equivalent of putting captain america and iron man in the same room. buck never failed to eat every last drop on his plate.

one morning, just an hour before their shift ended, buck’s in the locker room.

“just invite her, man,” eddie encourages. “she’s not gonna say no to you.”

“but she could.”

“but she won’t. you’re overthinking it. all of us see the way you look at each other. shoot your shot, buck.”

the door to the locker room clicks, and they both turn to look at who came in.

“hi!” y/n walks in and sees buck and eddie standing close together, looking serious. “am i interrupting something?”

“actually, we’re just finishing up. i’m heading out, anyway.” eddie smirks at buck before he starts to head out. “oh, y/n, you coming to bobby’s later?”

confusion took over her face, but her mind got excited. was she finally being invited? was she really part of the team now? “w-what?”

“we’re just hanging out at bobby’s for a little tonight, you should come! buck will send you the address and stuff.” eddie winks at buck and quickly makes his exit.

“is that okay with you?” she asks buck.

“yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” he offers her a calm tone and a smile.

“i just don’t wanna intrude.”

“you’d never be intruding! besides, all of us want you there. uh… i’d want you to come.”

she can feel the butterflies in her stomach flying around and the blush floating up onto her cheeks. the cute guy at work actually wants her to come hang out. “okay! i’ll be there.”

buck nods, getting y/n’s number and sending her the address. when he gets home, he stares at her contact and wants to send her a text declaring his love and admiration for this woman.

he knows what he has to do. he obviously has to bake something. by the time he’s supposed to leave for bobby’s, he’s made 3 loafs of lemon pound cake and another loaf of sourdough. hopefully, it’s enough to impress her. he’d do anything to look good for her.

the whole team plus their families like karen and maddie are lingering from the kitchen to the back porch. they pick at the dishes laid out for everyone and just chat their day away. it’s nothing out of the ordinary or crazy exciting, but its all they need.

buck stays inside, sat at the kitchen table by the back doors so he can hear the door being knocked. he bounces his knee up and down so his heel taps the floor rhythmically. he smoothes out his shirt at least thirty times and grimaces into his phone camera to check his teeth. he even hid a travel cologne in his pocket.

when someone knocked on the door, he panicked. he was out of time to perfect every bit of himself for y/n. athena went to go towards the door to open it, but bobby put his hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“maybe let buck get it?” he winks as buck stands up.

“i got it!” he shouts, shooting up from his chair as it scoots back on the floor. he reaches out for the doorknob but quickly pulls it back, smoothes out his pants and runs it through his hair, and then it returns to the doorknob.

when he opens it, he instantly feels thrown back by the glory coming through the doorway. his eye contact with y/n lasts for a little too long, but long enough for him to notice the shimmer in her eyes when she looked back.

“hi, buck.” she smiles, holding her foil-covered tray. she looks just as beautiful outside of work. her hair done all nice and wearing all sorts of jewelry she doesn’t wear to work. her jeans hugged her body to perfection and her black blouse complimented every part of her.

she looks right back at him, his big, beady eyes looking directly at her. his broad figure almost towers over her, so her eyes tilt up at him. his hand rests on the door as he greets her. he places his hand on her arm as he says, “look who showed up! glad to see you here.”

“i’m glad you’re here,” she offers back, giving a little smirk and a shake of the shoulder. “i brought kabobs!”

“i can smell them through the foil. go open those up.”

y/n is greeted from her new friendly family. everyone welcomes her, and she gets a familiar sense of home that she hasn’t felt in a while.

the night dies down, everyone’s stomachs full between y/n’s kabobs, buck’s breads, and bobby’s grilling. y/n nibbles at a piece of the lemon bread buck made.

“bobby, this bread is amazing.” she says with a hand over her lips.

“oh, tell that to buck, then.”

“you made this?” she asks, a little surprised.

“yeah, i did.” he smiles. does she really like it? he only wanted her to like it. “you actually like it?”

“of course! you can show me how to make it!” she nudges his arm as he leans back in the chair next to her with a proud expression on his giddy face.

eventually, hen and eddie both go to their homes to see their kids. chimney head back with maddie, and it’s bobby, athena, buck, and y/n.

“i guess i’ll head out too, even though im childless,” buck mumbles, slapping his hands on his thighs and starting to stand.

“oh, um, i’m gonna start going home, too.” y/n replies to the group.

“well, we’re really happy to have you here, y/n. you’re welcome any time.” athena says in her calming tone that makes y/n feel nothing but safe.

buck and y/n walk out the front door together, getting closer to their cars. they were more comfortable walking together in silence than they’d think.

“will you really teach me to make the bread?” y/n stops in her tracks, and buck turns around to face her.

“yeah, i can give you the recipe if you want.”

“no, i meant like…” she hesitates, maybe that’s all he wants to give her. “i meant maybe come over sometime and show me. we can just like hang out or something or you can just give me the recipe and i’ll try it with my dog at home-“

“i’d love to make it with you.” he grins at her anxious rambling.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he smiles and steps closer. “i’ve been dying to spend time with you since the day you walked in.”

“why didn’t you say something?”

“because you have the power to terrify me with how perfect you are.”

she laughs, shoving his shoulder a bit. “i’ll text you, buck. promise we will make that cake.”

“i promise, sweetheart.” he teases with the name a little, but they both like it.

“goodnight, buck.”

“goodnight, y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he starts to turn around and y/n grabs his arm.

she pops up on the tips of her toes, pecks his cheek, and runs off to her car like a teenage girl.

buck swears he’s never had this feeling before, and he’s never been happier about it.

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do i still have fans on here 😶‍🌫️ ❣️ maybe even friends perchance

also, i still have some requests that are very old and i feel horrible that i never did them. i’ll work on them tonight trust me ill be on it

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hi!! i might start dabbling in a little writing again, i just watched ginny and georgia and i kinda want to write for marcus.

if u have any small requests for him just to help me get back into it feel free to leave some!! i’ll do my best

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then you said yes to a dinner invitation, and I started to live again.

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hi!!! what the fuck!!!!

i am nauseated oh my god

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honestly feel nothing but lost after this election

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I read go home on the bus back from therapy and when I tell you it was like an outer body experience, like a slap in the face, in the best way possible ofc (I think I was the first one to like and rb when I was in the waiting room after reading it a little, then reading the rest on the bus home)

I just hope you're doing okay!!!

i’m really really happy that someone likes it!!! it makes my day when people submit feedback <3 i’m doing better, but be gentle with yourself 🤎🤎

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go home - e.b

summary: why does she feel so lonely but constantly surrounded by people?

angst, fluff, tw for suicidal thoughts, depression, not having any idea why you feel such a way

a/n: hi all <3 i wanted to write this as a way to express my feelings recently, and also as a way to let people know they aren’t alone. please, please stay. text 988, please. someone out there loves you. the river may twist and turn, but it will always meet the sea. i’m sorry if this is a bit messy, but it’s something i wanted to express as i can recognize y/n.

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the second the alarm went off on her phone, y/n felt the equivalent to a million bees stinging her head. every single day was the exact same thing.

hit snooze.

sleep five more minutes.

wait until work ends.

the bed was freezing cold despite the man beside her. obviously, she felt a love for him that goes for light years, but why did it feel like a chore to show it?

buck and y/n had been together for years. they’ve taken their time with one another, slowly and precariously loving on the other. buck needed y/n like he needed oxygen. he knew her. he knew her like the clouds know the blue sky. he knew her like a flame knows gasoline. he knew her like his heart knows to beat.

he rolled over, hearing her alarm and feeling her body adjust to turn it off. he flung his arm around her upper body, pulling her tightly into him.

“i’m so tired.” she whispers, her morning voice peering through.

“i know,” he takes it as a joke, a temporary feeling of wanting to doze off again. “day off tomorrow, though.”

she didn’t think buck knew what she meant by tired.

she meant exhausted. she meant feeling like a car low on gas, but there’s no station around. she meant feeling like a ghoul had grabbed onto her head, squeezing tightly at all moments. she meant the sinking feeling in her chest that wouldn’t vanish.

finally, buck dragged his girl out of the bed and took her to work. he loved working with her, getting to keep an eye on her at all times. he knows that she’s safe when she’s with him.

y/n loved working with buck. she worked with all of her friends, and had the most rewarding career out there, as well as the hardest.

the losses on the job feel like a string being cut off the guitar. the losses feel like someone came in and plucked away more of the good in the world. there’s no avoiding the losses as a firefighter, but y/n doesn’t understand why she feels absolutely nothing.

she feels like a villain, just wanting to go home and forget about the entire day and the people she saved. she feels selfish and entitled, but she doesn’t have the energy to care, nor to fix the way she’s feeling.

therapy never worked for her, and she doesn’t have the schedule right now, anyway. she didn’t need therapy, at least she doesn’t think so?

not until the morning after her thoughts eat away at her about vanishing. y/n doesn’t want to die, she just wants everything to stop.

she feels like love is never coming for her, even though it’s right in front of her face, screaming at her to pay attention to it. she feels a lack of success and uselessness. there’s always someone better.

buck, as well as the rest of the 118 family, started noticing the symptoms. the classic ones, but also the more hidden ones. buck knew her, how could he not notice?

•

y/n came home from work, finally ready for her day off. she was looking forward to it all week, just thinking about the warm clothes she could slap on and the sleep she could fall into.

she was asleep when buck got home. he nudged it off as being tired, seeing how hard she works first hand. the next day, on her day off, she woke up past noon, took a nap, and was back asleep by 10. buck felt like she moved across the country by the time the next weeks followed.

he felt like he was in a war with himself and y/n’s sleep. he was pushing it away but it was still consistent. she didn’t want to go out for date night, or babysit jee. if he stayed at work longer, he’d come home to her asleep in their bed.

even when she was awake, buck had to ask himself,

did he know her?

•

when bobby cooks, you may as well clear your diet for the rest of the day. one plate was not an option, you’d be crawling back to the pot like it contained gold.

however, just one bite of food recently can make y/n feel like she’s gonna throw up. bobby makes her favorite dishes, but y/n had a distance from it.

they sat at the table, a calm break from the storms outside that were just a call away. y/n sat down first. she’d usually wait for buck to get his plate, but he didn’t mind.

“only one plate, y/n? never seen that before,” chim chimed in.

deep down, somewhere in her, y/n wanted to laugh. she had a voice clawing up in her to just crack a smile. alas, her brain suppressed it again.

“what, im not allowed to not stuff myself ‘til i faint?”

silence. forks stopped scratching against the plate. chewing stopped, even the slightest breath noises slowed. they’d never seen her eyes roll so far to the back of her head without a grin creeping after it.

“uh oh,” eddie adds. “someone’s not happy.”

god, she wanted to scream.

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the profoundness of the loneliness in her body just dragged her down. it felt like a different foot every day that was going to lead to six. she yearned for people, but it was all she has.

she’s felt this way for far too long, and it’s getting old. she hates it. y/n wants the monster inside of her to be murdered. she can’t fill the deep void inside of her, but she wants it so bad. the depression, meanwhile also trying to diminish her, sapped her whole body and mind. it was a poison that y/n doubted would ever escape. the monster in her was here to stay. it grew stronger the more isolated she got, gaining control that would scare her to death. it was impossible to escape his suffocating grip around her and she didn’t have the courage to fight back on it.

y/n didn’t want to die, but she would let the monster take her away.

weeks passed, and nothing had changed. y/n and buck were two souls combined. he could feel everything happening to her like it was happening to him.

it was two a.m and y/n drove through a whole tank of gas. she went over city lines after telling buck she was going to run errands. errands gone a little long lost in thought. she sped down highways, thinking of swerving off. in certain moments, she would let her hands drift off the wheel and let it guide her.

a mix of fear and disbelief rushed through her veins as the black car sped up to her. y/n going fast wasn’t an invite for him to join. it pissed her off, bad. some random asshole just ruining her peace, which seemed like it always happened to her.

it wasn’t until her front bumper came in contact with the dodge’s rear that her mind had to snap back into itself.

buck waited up for her, regardless. he knew she would come home. y/n would never drop a love as special as that, no matter the fog in her head.

he heard the front door twist and unlock, the door creaking open. he stayed on the couch, waiting to see what she would do. he almost just ignored it, knowing she would just go to bed. but, maybe he didn’t know her.

y/n stood in her sweatpants and her 118 zip up, staring at buck with her hair thrown into a ponytail. “hi.”

“hey, beautiful,” buck replies, gently and his words graze her like a feather. but, the look on her face is nearly unfamiliar. it’s a whole new look of awakening. she looks more alive than he’s seen her in weeks. in contrast, the look on buck’s face contains pure alarm.

her chest rises and falls rapidly, like she’s trying to take in every breath she can. shes never felt this close to the end of her life before. a new fear was unlocked, a phobia of herself.

“i think, um,” she stares at the hardwood floor. buck walks up closer to her, his hands connecting with her forearms to steady her. “i think i need some help.”

“i know, baby,” he starts, rubbing her soft sweatshirt with his hands to warm her skin. “and im gonna help you. we’re gonna help you.”

“i don’t want to die anymore.” buck’s heart sinks into his toes hearing her say that. the woman in front of him, the one who his world revolves around, the one who may as well have her name carved into his back, was telling him she almost gave up.

he couldn’t help but well tears in his eyes, but he fought them back. he allowed her body to slump against his, as they stood in the dim walkway of their apartment.

to love someone is to fight their monsters.

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the hottest thing a guy can ever do is love one direction

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connection - oliver stark.

summary: oliver and y/n’s fragrance ad.

oliver stark x reader

warnings: alludes to sex, sexual tension, way too sexy, fingering

oliver and y/n had been working on a campaign for a couple weeks, the tv stars being the perfect pair to do the sexy shoot and become to ambassadors for the brand.

as usual, they were surrounded by cameras in a random filming location, white sheets under their bodies as y/n lay on top of oliver, her head against his chest and hers pressed against his abdomen.

she picked her head up lightly so her artist could edit her lip liner, and then placed it back down. oliver’s hand brushed over her scalp lightly, not wanting to mess up her hair.

y/n could feel his heartbeat with her ear pressed against his ribcage, the calm pounding that was made just for her. the cameras clicked in her face, and one of the directors handed oliver the cologne bottle.

she was instructed to lay flat, their legs intertwined as she props her chin up onto his torso. her hands were placed onto his sides, and oliver led his hands up and down her back. he held the bottle gently in his hands, using y/n’s back as the backdrop for the bottle. the camera shot from her shoulder blades to right above her tailbone. oliver threw the bottle to the side.

he placed his hand under her arm on her side to help her sit up, and then gently leaned her back against the perfectly set up pillows on the bed. you’d think she was almost incapable of moving on her own, the way his mind instantly went to helping her in the easiest tasks.

oliver had on a black pair of boxers, pulled down to his hips and contouring his sharp v-line. he placed his palm up against the lace of y/n’s lingerie bra, his fingers brushing against the side of the fabric. the corner of her mouth lifted up at him not even being able to control himself around people.

they handed y/n the perfume bottle next, her long nails clinking against the side of the glass. she gave it a few test sprays before oliver dove his face into her neck, brushing the hair behind her ear slightly. his hand was up toward her collarbones. her mouth slightly draped open, the sprayed a little onto the other side of her neck with her other hand buried into his loose curls.

oliver wanted to stay laying down for as long as possible, knowing he was fucked when he got up and everyone saw how hard he was. meanwhile, y/n was hoping she could cover up how turned on she got by him.

after several more shots that would just tease the couple even more, the director wrapped up the shoot and people started packing away their camera gear. y/n and oliver were led away to their shared dressing room, there only being one in the building.

y/n was the first to be in there, as oliver had stopped to talk to one of the film coordinators on the way. she stopped herself in the room in front of the mirror, grabbing her phone. she checked a few things before opening her camera.

she stood in front of the mirror, positioning her body to look the most appetizing that it could. she adjusted her curls and made sure to get a perfect angle to showcase everything the outfit brought out on her.

oliver nudged the door open, somehow managing to not make a noise when he saw his fiancée taking pictures in the mirror. her back was to the door, so he stepped up to her quietly.

once his back was almost touching hers, he smirked up at her in the mirror, admiring her focused face in taking the photos. his hands slipped around her waist, his fingers trailing against the soft skin. when she clicked her phone off, his hands slid up to her tits, giving them a good grip before burying his face into her neck, sucking intensely on the skin.

y/n let out a sigh as she turned around, her hand grabbing onto his hip as his scooped around her ass.

“you’re so pretty,” he whispered in her ear.

“that’s all you, baby.” y/n replies, and he leads her over to the couch in the room.

“i’ve been waiting to get you in here.” he smiled sweetly, despite the vigor behind his words.

“i can tell,” y/n joked, directing her vision to his crotch and bringing her hand down to just run over lightly, making him shiver under her touch.

“yeah?” he questioned, his body still hovering over hers. without hesitation, he dipped his fingers under the waistband of her cheeky panties, circling his fingers and collecting the wetness of her pussy. “i can tell, too.”

“shut up,” y/n laughs, pushing his hand down further. two of his fingers push into her, and he pulls them in and out at a steady face. he watches as her mouth drops, her pretty lips being the perfect landing spot for his.

he connects their lips together, a perfect rhythm between the two as she works on his bottom lip. she flips her tongue into his mouth as his fingers continue to work inside of her. he kept pumping them in and out before slipping them out. she moaned in disapproval, but couldn’t help but smirk when he licked his fingers clean in an instant.

“are you kidding me.” y/n props herself up on her shoulders, looking up at him. he leans down to kiss her, and she can taste herself on his soft, pink lips.

“just you wait, gorgeous.” his eyes practically paralyze her. his gaze was enough to stop the world from spinning and make him the only thing to exist. “just you wait.”

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sneak peak?

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his laugh after ryan’s turn. 🫠🫠🫠

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sorry joe burrow lost but like YALL THE PATS ARE BACK MY NE HEART IS SO HAPPY ❤️💙

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day 1. happy school szn everyone.

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