hi hi
idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are pls could i request an evan buckley where he has a gf/wife and a baby but the 118 doesn’t know, and maybe one day reader/kid is injured and they either turn up at the fire house or the 118 is called to the scene and buck has to come clean about his secret wife/gf and kid?
thank you bestie, i love your writing <3
lover - e.b
summary: request
evan buckley x reader
gif from @eddiemunsens
a/n: what tswift album do u guys think the 118 are 🤭 also what happens to yn is inspired by an episode of s19 that i love sm it’s so funny :))
buck knew the second y/n got pregnant that he wasn’t leaving. two years of dating is a short time to have a child, but they loved each other more than anyone. they knew they could give a child a good life, so they went with it.
all three of them moved to la, so buck could work with the LAFD and y/n could get to a higher position at work. their life there was immaculate. their little family was thriving, so buck put a ring on her finger. he didn’t even hesitate to buy the biggest one he saw, because he loved y/n the second he met her, and he emotionally couldn’t wait anymore. the words husband and wife rang in his ears, making him drop a dumbfounded grin.
no one at work knew, he didn’t really know what they thought of him. his team knew he was too fine to not have anyone, so they figured he was just with some girls here and there. the last thing they expected was a child and a fiancé along with it. it never came up in conversation, but buck still didn’t bother. he didn’t want to face any judgement from people that he didn’t already get from his family. the constant scrutiny about his age and his girl was exhausting.
now, neither of them would’ve changed it for the world. buck can’t imagine himself happier or in a life without them. it hurts him to even consider what would happen if y/n and his little boy weren’t there. he always gazed at them playing, sometimes just wanting to observe their brilliance.
buck knew he would have to explain to his team that he’s married, and that doesn’t mean he’s ashamed. he wants the world to know, but he doesn’t want y/n to be hurt by opinions from other people. he didn’t realize how soon he would have to until the alarm rang and until dispatch came through with the address. it was their house. the house where buck and y/n raised their son and the one where either could be hurt. every single scenario waved over buck, making him panic more by the second.
“you good, kid?” bobby asks, taking note of his bouncing knee.
“uh.. yeah! yeah, i’m fine,” he lies. buck hasn’t been with them for more than a year, so they just pass it along, not knowing any better. buck climbs out of the truck, grabbing a few tools before sprinting toward the house. now, the teams more alarmed. what is it about this house is making him act like a maniac?
“y/n?” buck calls out, running around trying to find her.
“kitchen!” she yells out, sounded distressed which only makes buck move even quicker. when he walks in, he immediately notices her leaning over the sink, her hand in the disposal. bobby and the rest of his crew walk in behind him, the four of them standing in the kitchen staring at her. “well?”
“oh-“ bobby moves, starting to gather some more tools out of his bag.
“what the hell happened?”
“i dropped my ring down, and i was trying to make him lunch,” she nods to the baby, sitting on the floor happily, clearly having no idea what’s happening. “i don’t even know why i tried to grab it, like some idiot!”
“hey,” buck says, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “you’ll be fine, y/s/n is fine, yeah?” she looks up at him and nods, brushing her hair with her free hand.
“should we know the kids name too?” chim asks, giving buck a completely bamboozled expression. y/n passes buck the same face as hen walks over to check her hand. buck can’t get around it this time, and he wants them to know for once.
“um, guys,” he starts. “this is my fiancé, y/n and my son.”
“your what?” hen shouts, peeking her head out from behind y/n’s shoulder. she gives hen an awkward smile and buck stands there stiffly, worried about their reaction. everyone looks around at each other in shock that buck has his own family, and they didn’t even know.
“why didn’t you tell us?” bobby wonders.
“because i didn’t know how you’d react! i’ve heard it all from my parents, i didn’t need any more.”
“buck, we would’ve welcomed you no matter what your home life is. we’d love to get to know you and your family despite how it might’ve happened,” hen tells him, kindly. buck is confronted with immediate love, something he’s not to familiar with other than when his shifts end and he’s in y/n’s arms again. he’s surprised to say the least. he expected at lease some judgement, but there was nothing of the sort in the room.
“i’m thrilled you’re all having a nice moment here,” y/n interrupts. “but can we maybe get my hand out of my sink?”
buck and bobby pull the cabinets open and start drilling at the pipes underneath. buck secures the ring in his fingers before beaming up at y/n, showing her that he found it. “i got it!” he replies excitedly. “thank god, i don’t know if i have insurance for this thing. cost me my left leg,” he whispers to bobby. once they fully disconnect the system, hen slowly drags her bloody hand out and wraps it up. she hisses at the contact of the gauze and antiseptics. chimney starts to clean up the rest of the supplies, as hen treats the wound.
“so,” chimney begins. “when’s the wedding?”
“time and place, chim,” hen tells him. “time and place. but, yeah, are we invited?”
“yes,” buck says, obviously. “you’re invited.” he moves over to scoop his baby off the ground, carrying him over to his friends. they all speak to him in their little baby voices, and y/n watches with a shining smile on her face. buck knows he did the right thing, but he wishes he didn’t wait as long. now, he is certain that he has two solid families.
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can’t take my eyes off you (part 8)
gif by: @eddiemunsens
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: this isn't your first rodeo. you know the drill
word count: 3,600
summary: steve fake dates y/n for a week for a family reunion, but little does y/n know, he’s had the biggest crush on her for a while.
a/n: this is the last part! i’m absolutely so sad that can't take my eyes off you has come to an end. thank you to everyone who has been here since the beginning. thank you for all the endless love & support on this series (: steve & y/n love you all so much <3 two posts on a row? look at me go
sunday. it was time to say goodbye. your chest fills with dread and sadness. you swing your feet over the edge of the bed and sit there for a while. time to head downstairs to eat the most amazing pancakes you've ever tasted for the last time. you gently shake steve awake and he slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"what time is it?"
"10" he nods and you head into the bathroom to shower. after you showered, you put on a decent outfit and headed out. steve was sitting on the edge of the bed already changed.
"c'mon harrington. it's our last breakfast here and i'm not gonna miss it" you hold out your hand for him to take and he gladly takes it. you two make your way downstairs and to the kitchen, taking a seat at your barstools as you wait for margaret to finish cooking.
"are you ready to head home, y/n? i bet you miss not having to share a bed with steve" you chuckle at diane
"shockingly, no, i'm not ready to leave. this place is so nice and 'm gonna miss it" she frowns
"dear, you're always welcome to stop by at anytime"
"really?" excitement is radiating off of you and she nods
"of course. you're family now" you smile at her and then margaret turns around.
"pancakes are done, kids. eat up" you're quick to grab a plate and put two pancakes on it, then dousing them in syrup per usual.
"what time are you two leaving?" margaret asks
"i was thinking around 2 ish" she nods
"oh! ma. i was wondering if y/n can take a bottle of wine home with her" steve says, his mouth full of food. you gently hit his arm and he looks at you with a confused face.
"don't talk with your mouth full" he rolls his eyes and focuses his attention back on his mom. she has a brow raised at him
"aren't you two still under the legal drinking age?"
"it's for my mother. she loves her wine" you hated lying to diane, but it was the only way you could get your precious wine. she nods and heads out the kitchen. a couple minutes later, she walks back in holding a bottle of red wine. she hands it to you and you take it, sitting it beside you.
"let me know what she thinks of it when she tries it" you nod, knowing damn well you'd be the one drinking it. you and steve finish up your breakfast and head out to the terrace for one last go on your beloved porch swing.
"i'm gonna miss this view especially" you say and steve nods
"it's so much different than at hawkins"
"that's because hawkins is just trees. everywhere you go it's trees"
"touche" you two sit in a comfortable silence, steve gently rocking the swing back and forth.
"can't wait to get home and tell the others how i socked your cousin in the face" steve laughs
"slow down evil kinevil, we haven't even left yet" you shrug. it goes quiet for a bit again before you start to laugh.
"what?"
"i can't wait to see eddie's reaction to it. he's probably gonna tell me 'that's so metal' or high five me" steve chuckles, shaking his head.
"sounds like eddie" you nod. you two rock in the swing for another thirty minutes before you head back inside.
"wanna play one last game of twister?" you turn to face steve and he nods, heading into the living room with you right behind him.
"mom, can you operate the spinner again?" she nods and sits on the couch as you and steve set up the mat. diane takes the spinner and spins it. you guys decided that since you won last time, you'd go first.
"left hand blue" you place your left hand on a blue circle. the game continues on for another fifteen minutes before you start to feel yourself slipping. you try to regain your balance, but you fail and end up going down first.
"ha! i win this time!"
"shut up" you grumble out and steve does a little celebratory dance.
"are you a sore loser y/n?"
"absolutely" he looks like he was expecting you to say no, so a look of shock is briefly on his face. he then holds a hand out for you and you refuse to take it.
"come on. take my hand" you shake your head
"no."
"y/n. take my hand"
"absolutely not" you cross your arms around your chest and he sighs. he then leans down and picks you up.
"steven, put me down this instant or else"
"or else what?"
"if you don't put me down you'll find out" steve continues to walk and hold you, not putting you down. you then give him a purple nurple and he puts you down.
"ow! seriously?" you shrug
"you didn't put me down so that's what you get" you walk back to the kitchen, seeing that time has went by and it was already lunch. since it was the last day, they went all out and had chicken enchiladas. you made yourself a plate and sat down, digging in. steve then sits beside you with his own plate of food.
"i'm sorry for acting immature" you say, facing him and he laughs
"y/n, it's okay. seriously" you nod and go back to eating your food.
"i'm gonna miss this food when we leave" steve nods in agreement
"time to go back to spaghettios and take out"
"can say that again" you savor the last few bites of your food. steve doing the same.
"okay. we got about an hour and a half left until we have to leave. what do you want to do?" you shrug, but then an idea pops into your head.
"one last ice cream trip?" he nods and you head out to his car as he heads back upstairs to grab his keys.
"i'm paying this time" you tell him once he pulls into a parking spot outside the ice cream parlor. he holds up his hands in surrender
"okay okay" you then head inside and the same young boy from the other day is behind the counter.
"nice to see familiar faces. what can i get you guys today?" you both tell him your order and you and steve decided to eat outside today.
"on the way back to hawkins, can we visit sal?" steve chuckles but nods
"so you two can talk about me in italian?" you shrug
"we'll see what the day has planned for us" you go back to eating your ice cream and when the two of you are done, you head back to the house. since the parlor is thirty minutes away, it leaves you with about half an hour at the house. you and steve head upstairs to pack all of your stuff. once that was said and done, you lug your heavy suitcase down the stairs and take it outside and put it in the trunk of steve's bmw.
everyone is preparing to leave and you start to get emotional. cynthia comes up to you with david on her hip. he makes grabby hands to you and you take him into your arms, holding him close to you.
"i'm gonna miss you buddy," you then look at him. "you be good for mommy, okay?"
"'kay," he nods and you smile at him, still holding him. cynthia then hands you a slip of paper with her number on it.
"in case you ever want to spend a day with him or if i ever need a babysitter, have my number" you smile, taking the slip of paper. you pull her into a hug.
"thank you so much cynthia" she pulls back from you and gives you a soft smile. you hand david back to her and wave bye to him.
"bye bye david" he waves bye and cynthia straps him into his car seat, then getting into the passenger side of the car. they back out, leaving. you then see wendy and nicole run over to you and you slightly crouch down, arms open wide. they both run into your arms and you hug them both tight.
"i'm gonna miss my girls." you pull away from them and place a hand on their shoulder.
"you two will make amazing makeup artists someday. i just know it. behave for your moms, okay?" they nod and nicole is called over by her mom. steve is standing with her and he picks up nicole. you turn your attention back to wendy and you see her bottom lip start to tremble. you frown, pulling her into a hug.
"wendy, darling, what's wrong"
"'m gonna miss you" she manages to get out between cries. you wish you could just take her with you then this wouldn't be a problem. but alas, that's kidnapping.
"and i'm gonna miss you too, sweetheart. but i promise i'll set up something with your mom and you can come spend the night with stevie and i" you pull back from the hug and wipe her tears off her face.
"that sound good?" she nods and you give her a smile
"maybe you can do steve's makeup this time" she gives you a smile of her own
"there's that smile" she giggles and you stand up, grabbing her hand. you walk her over to laura's car. just like cynthia, she gives you a slip of paper with her number on it. you thank her and then wendy gets into the car.
"remember what i said, okay?"
"okay," she nods and you shut the car door after she's buckled up. as they're backing out, her window rolls down and she yells out of it.
"bye princess y/n!"
"bye princess wendy!" you yell back, giving her your best princess wave. she laughs and you laugh with her. her window then rolls up and you turn around to see steve talking with his mom and grandma. you walk up to them and stop by steve's side. diane then pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and you hug her back with the same amount of emotion.
"'m gonna miss you diane"
"awh, i'm gonna miss you too, dear. you keep that son of mine out of trouble, okay?" she whispers the last part so steve doesn'te hear. you chuckle.
"no promises. he can be out of control sometimes" she pulls apart from you and wipes away her stray tears.
"yeah, he does" steve then speaks up
"ready to go, y/n?"
"steve, i haven't gotten to say goodbye yet" maragaret speaks up and you and diane laugh.
"i'll be waiting in the car, okay? bye ma, bye grandma. i love you both and i promise to call you when we get home safely. they both nod and you walk over to margaret. she pulls you into a hug and when she pulls away, she hands you a folded up piece of paper.
"what's this?"
"you didn't think i'd let you leave here without knowing how to make my pancakes, did you?" you give her a big grin and she smiles as well. she then pats you on the shoulder.
"take care y/n. and don't let steve drive you mad" you laugh
"too late for that" she chuckles and you bid her one last goodbye before heading and getting into the passenger side of steve's car.
"whatcha got there?" he asks, nodding at the paper in your hand
"that's for me to know and you to dot dot dot" he rolls his eyes and tells you to buckle up before he backs out of his parking spot.
"so we'll stop at sal's then we head home. correct?" you nod and the two of you head to see sal. once you get there, you're the first one out and heading inside.
"y/n! bella! i missed you" you smiled at the old man
"i missed you too, sal"
"well, what can i do for ya' today?"
"oh. uh, steve and i are heading back to hawkins and i wanted to say goodbye before we headed back" he gives you a soft smile and steps around the counter so that he's in front of you. he pulls you into a hug and you hug him back.
"that's real kind of you, kid" he pats you on your back before pulling away from the hug.
"well i couldn't just leave without a goodbye. that'd be rude of me" he chuckles and then steve walks in.
"steve-o! do i get a goodbye hug from you too?" steve laughs and nods. him and sal give each other a hug. they then pull apart from each other.
"you better hold onto y/n, okay? don't let her slip through your fingers, pal" steve nods
"i wouldn't dare let go of her" your face heats up and then sal faces you.
"tieni questo idiota fuori dai guai, ok? tiene molto a te, y/n" you give sal a smile and nod.
(sal said: "you keep this idiot out of trouble, okay? he cares about you a lot, y/n")
"don't be a stranger, y/n. come stop by and visit when you get a chance" you nod and salute him.
"scouts honor" he chuckles and you and steve bid him one final goodbye before you're back on the road to hawkins.
"what'd sal tell you?"
"oh nothing" steve groans and you smile to yourself. you then take a nap and you're woken up by steve gently shaking you.
"y/n. wake up. we're home" you groan and open your eyes. you see the sky above is cloudy, meaning it'll most likely rain later. you get out of steve's car and head to the trunk to get your suitcase.
"no need. i already put it inside" you nod and you and steve head inside your house. you shut the door behind you and sigh. back home. your dog scooby, yes after scooby-doo, came running up to you and you crouched down so you can pet him.
"hey buddy. did mrs. johnson take good care of you while i was gone?" you pet him as he licks your face and you laugh.
"what about me, scoob?" steve crouched down beside you, wanting love from the furry companion. scooby got excited at the sight of steve, since scooby was practically best friends with steve. scooby pounces on steve, knocking him over and you and steve laugh.
"someone missed you"
"i can see that" scooby then relents from steve and you stand up, giving him a hand up. he takes it and you pull him up.
"wanna stay over and watch something? i don't have spaghettios, but i do have the number to a chinese food place" steve nods and he heads into your living room, as you head into the kitchen so you can order you and steve some food. they said it'd be there in about fifteen minutes.
the food got there and you and steve ate it as you watched whatever was on tv.
once it started to get late, steve started to get up and head out before it rained.
you walk steve outside and to his car. it was already sprinkling, but a little rain never hurt anyone.
"thanks for having me as your fake-girlfriend for a week" you let out a laugh but steve didn't seem to reciprocate. matter-of-fact, he seemed off. he didn't even crack a smile at your comment.
"hey, what's wrong?" he shakes his head
"you wouldn't understand"
"nonsense. you can tell me anything steve"
"seriously, y/n. it's nothing" you furrow your brows. what was wrong. you two were just having a good time.
"steve. it's not nothing if it's bothering you"
"just... can we drop it?" he seemed agitated now and you had no clue what you had done.
"did i do something?" he shakes his head
"then tell me what's wrong. i can't exactly read your mind here, steve"
"just drop it, y/n"
"no, steve. i'm your best friend-" he seems to snap and he looks at you.
"that's it isn't it!" you're taken back by his sudden outburst. as if on cue, it started to rain harder, soaking both of you.
"i'm not following?"
"it's not like it isn't painfully obvious since everybody but you can see it!" you don't know why he was yelling now or what you couldn't see.
"see what steve? what can't i see?!" at this point, you've given up with staying calm. if he can have an atitude towards you, you can have one with him.
"that i'm in love with you! okay?!" you're taken back by his words. steve was in love with you.
"what?" you whisper. steve runs a hand down his soaking wet face, shaking his head.
"i knew i should've just gone home" he mumbles, walking to the driver side of his car. but before he can do that, you grab his wrist, stopping him.
"you're just going to give up? just like that?" he turns to face you, him now being the confused one.
"what do you mean?"
"you're just going to walk away and not hear what i have to say? what if i told you i felt the same way, huh?"
"don't say that y/n. because then you're only getting my hopes up" you sigh out of frustration
"steve. i feel the same way. god, sal was right by calling you an idiot" you grumble and shake your head
"you mean you love me too?" you throw your hands up in the air
"yes! god, do i have to spell it out for you?" a big smile makes its way onto steve's face and he pulls you into him. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and his go around your waist. you both stare up at each other, the rain continuing to pour.
"kiss me already, dumbass" that's all steve needs before his lips meet yours. you sigh into the kiss and steve bites your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp out of you. he uses that as leverage to slip his tongue into your mouth and eventually you two pull apart for air. he rests his forehead on yours, both of you breathing heavily.
"so, does this make you my girlfriend?" he asks and you nod. then looks up at the sky, laughing.
"y/n l/n is my girlfriend!" he yells and you whack his arm
"stop yelling. the neighbors are gonna wake up"
"you act as if we didn't have a yelling match five minutes ago" you roll your eyes and tug his hand back towards your house.
"let's go inside. i don't want my neighbors to see me getting felt up in the rain by steve harrington"
"are you embarrassed of me?"
"no. it's for your modesty" you drag him into the warm house and you head straight to your bedroom, steve following. you toss sweatpants that steve left at your house one time at him alongside a big t-shirt.
"you know where the bathroom is. and i'm sure you can get a pair of boxers out of anthony's room" he nods and heads to get changed. you locked your bedroom door after he left the room and change into some dry clothes. you go and put your wet clothes into the wash and when steve steps out of the bathroom with his wet clothes, you take them, putting them in the wash with yours. you two then head back to your room. you leave your door cracked because sometimes scooby liked to come in and cuddle with you.
you lay down on your bed, patting the spot beside you.
"don't act shy now, harrington. we literally just spent a week sharing a bed" he chuckles and walks over to your bed and climbs in beside you. the two of you lie on your sides admiring the other.
"i can't believe you feel the same way" you smile at his cheesiness
"how can i not? steve, you make me feel special. seen. like i matter" he moves a wet strand of your hair out of your face and rests his large hand on your cheek.
"baby. that's because you do matter" baby. you were going into overdrive at that pet name.
"i love you, steve harrington" you whisper and he smiles
"i didn't quite hear that. i think you need to say it again" you laugh and kiss him instead. you both pull apart from one another.
"i think kissing you is now my favorite thing in the world and i never want to stop doing it"
"then don't" you say and he pulls you into another kiss. his hands slip under your shirt and you pull away from him.
"nuh uh mister. buy me dinner first then maybe i'll let you get into my pants" he laughs and then you get an idea, shooting up out of bed. steve gives you a confused look as you head over to your record player. you grab your favorite record and set the needle down. the familiar tune starts to play and steve smiles. you hold out a hand for him.
"may i have this dance, harrington?"
"yes you may," he gets out of bed and takes your hand into his. the two of you dance around to can't take my eyes off you and even though the song ended, steve is still holding you to him.
"y/n?" he asks, looking into your eyes
"yeah?" you whisper
"i can't take my eyes off you"
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