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okay i wanna see how aaron would react to reader being scared of a spider. like she sees a spider in the bathroom or something and screams and aaron runs in like “honey, what’s wrong?” and when he sees what made her scream he’s like “…y/n really? it’s smaller than your finger” or something like that !!

my hero

PLEASE that's so cute cw; fem!reader, spiders, established relationship, aaron being fluffy and lighthearted teasing <3

a shriek came from further within the apartment, followed by a desperate and distressed, "aaron!"

"honey?" abandoning his current task, aaron's feet carried him quickly down the hallway, rounding the corner towards the bathroom. the door was wide open, revealing you perched atop the closed toilet.

"what are you-" he entered, his first instinct being to look down at the ground.

"no, there."

you pointed frantically at the sink's countertop, or more specifically, the corner where the counter met the wall. there, was a small (while you'd insist otherwise) brown spider, with its legs scrambling as it attempted to climb up the smooth, slippery marble.

aaron's eyebrows quirked quizzically, before furrowing into a highly amused line. "a spider?"

"yes." you said as your gaze shot to him, eyes wide. like, hello? obviously?

a small laugh shook through aaron's chest, leaning against the doorframe as his eyes returned to your current houseguest. "and it was necessary for you to get on up-"

"just get it, aaron, please." there was a despaired strain in your voice, as if he didn't, you'd have no choice but to succumb to tears.

"i will sweetheart, don't worry." he pushed off the frame, ripping a small piece of toilet paper from the roll. with complete ease, and no hesitation, he smushed the spider, prompting a wince to come from you.

from both the spider, and simply him interacting with it.

"wait," as aaron moved closer to dispose, you sidestepped to the tub, standing on the edge. you reached out, grabbing onto his bicep to maintain your balance.

"it's dead, honey."

"and what if it jumps back to life?"

"then i'm sure it's first order of business will be to attack you." he quipped back, his tone playful.

as aaron reached down to open the toilet lid, you took that as an opportunity to clamber onto his back. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs around his waist, slipping down towards his thighs a bit without his usual, sturdy hold; you were going to stay as far away from that spider as you possibly could.

his strength didn't falter despite your unannounced action, dropping the deceased in and flushing. your cheek suddenly came flush to his, scooting your body up his back as much as you could manage, allowing you to watch it spiral down the drain.

once satisfied, and the toilet rumbling to a stop, you hopped off aaron's back, a bright smile forming on your face. "thank you." you cheesed, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. "my hero."

"you're as bad as jack. worse even." aaron teased as a smile formed on his face. he grabbed your hand to guide you from the bathroom, clicking the light off behind the two of you.

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Switcheroo with Hotch and reader - “excuse me as I faint”

i need to be excused (aaron hotchner x wife!reader)

summary: yknow that scene where hotch says “excuse me” and then faints? imagine that but his wife does it to him.

Having a profiler for a husband gets annoying with how observent he is. Unfortunately, you’re also a profiler, so it’d be hypocritical to complain.

Still, when Hotch notices the slightest thing wrong, he latches onto it. He’s had his eye on you ever since you took a hard hit from a fight in the field. You barely had time to recover before the team had to board the jet again to respond to some emergency Strauss needed them for.

Apparently, a man who claims to be linked to other murders and who was a former BAU agent had made a threat against Strauss’s family. Finally back at the BAU, the team’s stuck calling people, making arrangements, going through endless paperwork to try and get more information and figure out what was going on.

You’re not doing so hot. Still reeling from the pain, but also exhausted and definitely moody. Hotch keeps it professional since they’re at work, but is still watching out for you.

Hours later, after correctly identifying the man and making the arrest (which included lots of running around), the team again returns to their base. They’re going through everything and debriefing next steps, when you abruptly stand.

“I need to be excused for a moment,” you say, already sounding breathless, before promptly keeling over and collapsing onto the floor.

For a second, everyone freezes in shock. Hotch is the first to react. He all but screams your name, dropping to his knees and trying to assess what’s going on.

“Honey, honey? C’mon, wake up. What’s going on? Sweetheart, please,” Hotch says as he shakes you, moving you so that your head is in his lap.

Spencer kneels on your other side, gently taking your pulse and reporting that it’s stable. “Could be exhaustion, dehydration . . .” He trails off, listing all the reasons he can think of.

Hotch uses one hand to run his fingers through your hair and the other to cup your face, lightly tapping your cheek. After nearly a minute of the team standing around, wondering what to do, your eyes start to flutter open.

“Aaron?” You mutter, seeing your husband’s eyes first.

“Hi, hon. You passed out. I need you to tell me how you’re feeling,” he says, keeping his voice soft but letting out a breath of relief now that you’re awake. He continues threading his fingers through your hair and rubs his thumb against your cheek.

You blink a couple times and then say, “Tired.”

Exhaustion, then. “You’re sure that’s it? Is anything else wrong?” Hotch asks, anxious to role out some underlying cause.

You nod, then grimace at the lightheaded feeling it gives you, turning and smushing the side of your face in Hotch’s lap. He looks up at the team and gestures his head towards the door.

They get the hint, though Emily and Spencer do offer to stay behind and help. Hotch thanks them but assures them that you’ll be alright and the team takes off.

“Do you feel alright to sit up?” Hotch asks after a moment.

“Yeah,” you murmur and, with his help, sit up. You immediately lean into his arms. “Ooh, wow. Dizzy.”

“I think you pushed yourself a bit too hard, sweetheart. We gotta make sure you rest properly. Wouldn’t hurt to get some food and water in you, too,” Hotch says, cradling you.

You hum in agreement. The two of you sit there for a bit, Hotch being in no rush to move you. He can’t help but reflect a bit and he sighs, shaking his head.

“What?” You ask grumpily.

“Just a little in shock that you actually excused yourself before fainting,” he says. He recognizes the funniness of it, though he lacks any amusement, still too worried.

You chuckle. “Was tryin’ to be polite,” you explain.

“I’m sure you were,” Hotch says, smearing a kiss against your head.

You continue on sitting, Hotch rubbing your back. Finally, he gets the both of you on your feet, and leads you out to the car. He sits you in the passenger’s seat and buckles you in, driving you home. Once there Hotch immediately gets you in bed, helping you change into pajamas before doing the same. He gets you a glass of water and a snack, making sure that you eat and drink it all.

“Wanna sleep now,” you mumble once you’re done, curling into his chest.

“Of course, dear. Just relax,” he coos, already planning to call you both out of work tomorrow. He does not take his wife fainting lightly and is going to do everything he can to make sure you’re okay.

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okay but when the team actually starts calling the reader and aaron mom and dad behind their backs and one day someone lets it slip out in front of them??

i just… aaron’s reaction?????

the parentals

i love this dynamic SO MUCH cw; fem!bau!reader, established relationship, fluff <3

as you and aaron entered the bullpen, you were both quick to notice the others huddled around spencer's desk, surely for a new session of physics magic.

a smile immediately twitched at aaron's lips, tossing you a mischievous look. as long as it didn't make a mess, or a disruption - per his and reid's previous discussions - he really didn't mind the recurring demonstrations.

but would he ever miss an opportunity to get the blood rushing in this scenario - never.

"be nice." you teased, laughing softly under your breath as you followed him over.

"i'm always nice." aaron playfully insisted, those brown eyes flickering in that way that just melted your heart. "what do you mean?"

"better be careful," emily's warning came into earshot as you neared, completely oblivious to the two of you - the timing just perfect. "or else dad's gonna ground you."

aaron's expression quirked at the title, his eyebrows lightly furrowing.

"oh please," spencer said, his fingers making quick work of whatever the experiment happened to be. "he's too busy with mom-"

jj's eyes happened to lift right at mom, made direct eye contact with you, and immediately choked back a laugh. some horror timidly filled her eyes, and she didn't cover up her sound too adequately. it caused the others to instantly look up too, and freeze.

"busted." jj mumbled, her gaze finding the ground.

aaron's smile resurfaced, crossing his arms. his tone was playful, yet confused and utterly amused nonetheless. "dad?"

spencer flushed. "uh..."

"oh c'mon. cut the crap." emily interrupted with an eye roll, looking between the two of you. "like it's not shocking at this point. just look at what the two of you were about to do, lecture us-"

"hey no," with a laugh you cut in, arching an eyebrow. "i don't lecture."

"exactly. he does," emily crossed her arms also with a smitten smirk - her point thoroughly exhibited. "you're the flexible one. see, mom and dad."

"i always thought rossi was dad." aaron expressed openly, a small chuckle shaking through his chest.

"no, you were always dad," jj shook her head, "rossi was mom, until," once again, her eyes found yours, smiling softly this time. "until someone else came around, and took on the role wholeheartedly."

you grinned, exchanging a quick, loving glance with aaron. "what's dave now, then?"

"old."

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Feel like shit? Read this.

Want to feel proud of Jack? Read this.

Want to feel loved? Guess what, read this.

👉🏼👈🏼 is it ok to request a fic where jack starts trying to take care of the reader the way he sees his dad does? like maybe hotch is away from a case and reader gets sick or sad or idk, so jack takes it upon himself to be there for reader? like maybe he even starts referring reader with the same pet name hotch calls her? tysm!

like dad does

aw 🥹 cw; fem!reader, established relationship, mentions of sickness, fluff <3

you awoke with a gentle start; a trail of cold water trickling down the side of your face, pooling vaguely in your ear.

likewise, a more concrete sensation was set on your forehead - a cold compress. most likely a washcloth, and one that hadn't been wrung out too much at that.

but it was relieving, a delightful contrast from your burning forehead.

"oops," a small mumble came directly from your left ear, as well as a soft exhale of a breath. "sorry."

"jack?" you muttered, rather drowsily. you forced your eyes open, finding jack's sweet, concerned face beside you. "what're you doing?"

"i'm taking care of you." he explained softly, his tone so nonchalant as if it were the most obvious and simplest thing in the world. he reached forward, adjusting the top of the blanket that was draped overtop you. "like dad does. he put the washcloth on you yesterday, you 'member?"

he was right; you were on day two, maybe three? of a nasty bout of the flu. quite honestly you didn't know what day it was, they all blurred together, and your scattered sleep schedule didn't help. you offered him a nod.

"thank you." you gave him a small, closed mouth smile. if it weren't for the germs, you'd reach out to touch his cheek. you sat up a bit from your position in bed, your voice hoarse. "where is your dad?"

"a meeting."

your eyebrows furrowed, the facial movement burning your sinuses. "he's home?"

jack nodded, "he's in his office, but he said it might take a long time. so that's why i'm helping you feel better."

his face brightened a bit, as if a realization struck him. he reached into his pant's pocket, retrieving a few cough drops he had shoved in there, dropping them onto your blanket covered chest.

"i'm sorry i can't make you soup." jack apologized, solemnly as his shoulders dropped. "but i'm not allowed to use the stove."

your face softened, the weak smile resurfacing. "that's okay bud, don't worry. you can help dad make some later when he's done, how 'bout that?"

he nodded enthusiastically, before hoisting himself onto your bed.

"hey no no no, i wouldn't," you protested gently, your heart also melting at his action. "i don't want you getting my germs."

"if i get sick i get sick." that's the same thing aaron had said, multiple times, when he insisted on getting into bed with you earlier. jack scooted somewhat close, staying mainly on his father's side of the bed.

"and if i get sick, i don't need to go to school."

you laughed softly, but finding yourself too weak to argue, you did the only thing you could - go right back to sleep.

it was restless; you were in and out of slumber, and could roughly process jack getting up here and there - solely due to the distant sensation of the washcloth leaving and returning to your forehead, dampened once more.

and once aaron's meeting had ceased, he went in to check on you, and was pleasantly surprised, and touched, to see jack accompanying you.

you were out, with jack diligently watching over, while also keeping himself busy - his sketchbook and colored pencils were scattered amongst the bed.

"how's it going?" aaron asked him from the doorway, the door producing a sharp creak as he pushed it forward a tad.

"good. i brought cough drops, the washcloth, and made sure she got lots of rest. just like you did." jack continued to draw as he spoke, before his head shot right up. "can we make soup?"

"sure buddy," aaron nodded, a tinge of pride pulling at his heart. he tilted his head towards the hallway, and jack immediately scrambled off the bed. "c'mon."

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Courtroom Chaos

This is my first time writing for Rafael Barba but I am so excited to post this and I hope I can get some requests to write for him.

I have been on a break from writing for a while but an glad to be back again, I hope you all will enjoy.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @thereisa8ella @qardasngan​

Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) and Barba are in a relationship and are working on a tough case. When they are in court, a fight and chaos soon breaks out.

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“What’s taking so long?”

(Y/n) cast her eyes over to Nick who was taking to pacing up and down in front of the doors to the court room. His quiet grumble had been heard by them all but no one gave him a response. They could all feel his worry radiating off of him and mingling with their own, this was a high priority case and without it being hard enough, their star witness had just been taken to hospital.

“Barba’s trying to get a continuance, the judge won’t take it lightly.” Olivia leaned her head to the side as she folded her arms over her chest.

They all knew Rafael had tricks up his sleeves and he had a very direct yet sarcastic way about him that was hard to resist or say no to. (Y/n) knew her ADA would be pulling out all the stops to make sure that this trial didn’t go down the plug and that they could still have a chance of winning. But that didn’t stop (Y/n) from biting her thumb in panic as she leaned her shoulders back against the wall and tipped her head down.

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Take It Easy

This is an Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon. I'm sorry it took me so long to get round to writing this for you. I hope it is what you were looking for. Any feedback is always amazing.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread@musicistheway@avada-kedavra-bitch-187@luula@missdreamofendless@bradleybeachbabe@woderfulkawaii@amberpanda99@daggersquadphantom@marvel-and-chicago-fan@angryknightstatesmantrash@minjix@lyjen@kmc1989@itsmytimetoodream@noonenuts@hiireadstuff@ashie-babie@classyunknownlover@jayyeahthatsme@sp1ritssz

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) doesn't feel well but continues with her shift and reassures her husband that she is fine. Until the pain gets worse and she collapses at work.

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Coiling her arms to her chest, (Y/n) leaned her weight on the door and tried to open it as quietly as possible. She peered her head around and shuffled into the bunker room.

The small LED lights on the walls were enough to cast a pale luminescent light around the room and let (Y/n) glance around rather than wander aimlessly in the dark. She could feel the panic dwindling down when she realised the only person in the room was the one person she had been hoping to find.

Other than Eddie sleeping soundly, the room was empty.

She pushed the door to and left it open just a slight crack before she wandered over to the far right side of the room. Moving over to a free cot bed, (Y/n) leaned down to the left and undid her boots and stepped out of them. She was suddenly glad the room was cast in darkness just in case Eddie was awake so he wouldn't see the grimace that pulled on her lips when she leaned down.

Her hand moved to press against her abdomen and it took all (Y/n) had not to groan when she straightened up. Her lower stomach was twisting and knotting itself up like tangled rope. This was exactly the way Eddie had felt a month or so back when he got a stomach infection.

(Y/n) prayed to God she didn't have the same kind of infection, she didn't want to be off work for a week. Stuck taking antibiotics, barely able to eat anything due to the pain like Eddie had been.

Her hand moved to hold her hip so her arm was pinned around her waist. Adding pressure made her stomach feel less tense and took away some of the discomfort she felt.

She had been on shift this afternoon and she wasn't going off until tomorrow evening. If (Y/n) could just get through the next shift, then she could have a day off and try to recover before coming back for a night shift in two days. Next week was her short week where she only had two shifts, she would be able to rest at home with Chris and recover around work so she didn't have to take time off. She didn't want to be stuck at home and she didn't want to leave the station with no staff.

Her eyes softened when she moved over towards the only occupied bed in the room and her gaze landed on her husband.

Eddie was laid on his back with one arm hanging off the side of the bed and the other arm draped across his eyes. He had stripped off his shirt and left it lying on his boots beside the bed, leaving him in his trousers and vest and the blanket was tossed on the floor too. The station was far too humid for anyone to want to sleep with a blanket.

It took some effort for (Y/n) to crouch down beside his bed but feeling her knees press up into her stomach relieved some of the pain.

She folded one arm over the edge of the bed and reached her other hand out to graze her fingertips along Eddie's exposed arm. Her lips curved into a tight smile when she watched his elbow suddenly twitch and he took a sharp breath as his upper body jolted forward slightly.

She stayed put, crouched beside the bed while Eddie lowered his right arm from his eyes and turned to look over at her.

"You okay baby… what time is it?" His voice was groggy and laced with sleep making him sound much deeper than usual. He rubbed the base of his hand against his eyes while his left hand reached out to brush across (Y/n)'s jaw.

How long had he been asleep? Surely it couldn't be morning already? He had gone to take a power nap just after eleven so he could feel a bit more alive if they had a call out during the night. It didn't feel like he had been asleep for very long, but that was usually the way it went with sleep. One second Eddie thought it was midnight and the next, someone was waking him up saying it was three in the morning and they had to get ready.

"Midnight," (Y/n) tilted her head to the side and nuzzled her cheek into Eddie's palm, smiling softly when his thumb brushed across her cheekbone.

"Do you feel any better?" He let his head drop back down on the pillow for a few seconds while his hand moved from his eyes to ruffle his hair and brush it away from his temple.

He knew she had felt sick early in the morning and when they arrived on shift, she had changed from feeling sick to having a dull stomach ache. He was hoping he hadn't passed on his infection to her. Eddie had done his best to be careful around his wife and son when he was ill. The last thing he needed was to make (Y/n) or Chris ill too. And he was sure it couldn't be the same infection because it had been over two weeks since Eddie had recovered.

"A little," (Y/n) wasn't sure whether he believed her or not but he didn't push the subject, he only hummed and acknowledged that he'd heard her.

"Come get some sleep, baby."

A grin formed on her lips when Eddie's hand left her face and moved to hold her elbow instead. He tugged on her arm until she got the hint and moved closer while he shifted around.

Eddie turned to lay on his left side so he was facing her and shuffled back towards the edge to make some room in front of him. There wasn't really enough space to fit two of them on here, but he didn't care. He slept better when (Y/n) was in his arms. Sleeping alone in a small, uncomfortably cot bed like this reminded Eddie of being back in the army and he didn't want to relive that part of his life.

His left arm stretched out and when (Y/n) gingerly climbed onto the bed, he curved his arm up around her chest so his hand could hold her shoulder. His lips curved into a grin when he felt (Y/n) tilt her head down and kiss his forearm that was against her chest and both her hands moved to hold his arm comfortingly.

Eddie's other arm slumped over (Y/n)'s waist and he leaned his head down until he could bury his nose and lips in the top of her hair.

He heard the quiet, uncomfortable sound (Y/n) let out as she shuffled around to try and get comfy. And he felt the way she drew her knees up to her stomach to try and relieve the pain and feel settled enough to sleep.

She kept her lips buried against Eddie's arm and she hummed when he tightened his right arm around her waist and smoothed his hand up and down her abdomen. "Better?" He murmured quietly into her hair and (Y/n) could tell by his voice that he was starting to fall back asleep again.

Her lips kissed his arm and she squeezed her fingers into his forearm near his tattoo while she nuzzled her cheek into his bicep. She felt a lot better to have Eddie wrapped around her like a blanket.

Her knees pulled up a bit higher like she was trying to pin Eddie's arm against her and imbed it into her stomach to relieve the burning, dull ache. But in doing so, (Y/n) unintentionally wriggled back into Eddie and pushed her bum into his groin. She felt his hand press down flat and firmly against her stomach to hold her in place and she froze, breathing softly into his arm as she tried to stay deadly still.

"Don't do that. We're at work,"

(Y/n) shivered when he growled into her hair but she couldn't stop herself from smiling into his arm. While his other arm pinned tighter against her and kept her back flush against his chest so she could feel every ridge of him pressing into her.

"Sorry," She whispered quietly before pressing an open-mouthed kiss against his arm. She was starting to feel a little better already.

***

She felt worse.

(Y/n) could feel tears burning in the corners of her eyes when she shrugged on her overall jacket and grabbed her helmet from the locker. She felt like each step she took caused a fire to burn down the centre of her stomach, and now the pain was moving towards the right side of her abdomen too.

She hadn't managed to eat any breakfast and now it was close to lunchtime and she felt sick even though she had nothing to throw up.

She swiped her sleeve beneath her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold herself up and feel a bit more alive and better. All she had to do was get through this afternoon until she could go home.

Once she was home, wrapped up in bed with Eddie, she would feel much better and she would be able to rest.

"Ready?"

Her body jumped and she swallowed down a groan when Eddie curved his arm around her waist and jogged beside her towards the truck. She let him take her helmet from her hands and whack it in the compartment with his before they headed to the steps.

Stars flooded (Y/n)'s vision and she almost let go of the door when she tried to pull herself up. It caused a sudden, blinding strain on her stomach when she reached up and tried to climb up the steps. She realised she wasn't breathing but she couldn't force herself to take another breath.

It was a relief to feel Eddie's hands on her hips and he gave her a tight squeeze and a push up when she froze and he almost bumped into her.

Eddie's eyes followed her as she clambered in and flopped down into a spare seat opposite Evan.

She looked flushed, but Eddie couldn't be sure whether that was because she didn't feel so well or because they were rushing about to head out on a call. He moved to sit down next to her and once they were buckled in with headsets on, he looked down at her.

His left arm reached out and his hand clamped down on her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze while silently checking if she was alright.

(Y/n) curled her hands around his arm and managed a tight-lipped smile. It was hard to control the grip she had on his arm. She didn't want to squeeze too tightly and make Eddie realise she didn't feel good. She let herself shuffle to the right and imbed herself between the chair and Eddie, moving his shoulder a little until it was pressing comfortably on her chest. And she could press her lips down on his shoulder since he hadn't put his overcoat on yet.

Keeping her eyes closed seemed to help relieve the nausea that bubbled up in her clenching stomach. But the speed bumps and sharp corners didn't do her any good.

When the truck made a harsh break, (Y/n) kicked her foot out and pressed the heel of her boot into the chair opposite to steady herself but she could feel her breaths jittering past her trembling lips. Her fingers punched into Eddie's arm and she swallowed down a groan.

"Okay?"

She nodded her head but she didn't believe herself. She was starting to sweat through her minimal layers and they hadn't even arrived on the scene yet. She felt sick and the swerving corners were making her feel dizzy.

(Y/n) ignored the small chatter through the headphones and tried to keep herself tucked up into Eddie. She didn't care if the others stared or wondered why she was suddenly clinging to him. All she cared about was trying to get herself through this shift and make the pains go away. She had taken the painkillers Eddie handed her at lunch but they weren't making any difference.

When she dared to open her eyes, she felt her stomach churning again and adrenaline fuelled up towards her chest when she locked her gaze on her husband.

He was staring down at her intently, and he didn't look pleased.

His lips pressed to one side and he had one brow raised while his chin was tilted down in her direction. (Y/n) usually loved it when she caught Eddie staring at her when they were on shift together, but not today. He didn't look at her with those sweet doe eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

Today, he had stern pupils and a clenched jaw and the tension was evident in his features. She could feel his hand digging tighter into her thigh while his other hand was curled around his knee.

Eddie wanted her to go home. He wanted (Y/n) to go home and rest and try to take it easy and come back when she felt better. He saw no point in her pushing herself to continue with her shift when she clearly wasn't well. But he knew how stubborn she was and she wouldn't go home unless she got a lot worse or someone forced her to leave.

"Alright team, let's go."

(Y/n) was glad to throw off the headphones when the truck came to an unsteady stop and the blaring sirens finally turned off. They were the second unit to be called to the scene, they were here for added back up to evacuate a burning building and tend to the injured.

With her belt thrown off to the side, (Y/n) took a very deep, turbulent breath and tried to clear the fog out of her head and undo the knots in her stomach.

She followed in line to get down, keeping her hands around Eddie's arm until he had to climb down and she had to let go.

The temperature change hit her at full speed and her already burning skin flushed the the AC in the truck turned off and the heatwave outside blistered into her skin. And gravity seemed to grab her when she tried to climb down until she stumbled over her feet and barely managed to stop herself from falling down.

When her feet were planted on the floor, her hand automatically reached out in front of her and her fingers curled around Eddie's arm just as he shrugged on his jacket. Her forehead pushed into his arm and she closed her eyes, willing her stomach to stop when it felt like knives were imbedding into her skin and stabbing her a thousand times.

"Baby what's wrong?" He whispered softly as his head turned to look down at her. He could feel her tight grip on his upper arm and he could sense how close she was standing to him like she was trying to merge herself into his back.

"A bit nauseous, but I'm good now."

"You can sit this one out and wait in the truck-"

"No, no baby I'm okay."

Eddie frowned down at her and shivers coursed under (Y/n)'s skin when she felt his hand grip her chin. He pulled her head up and tilted her so she was level with him and able to lock gazes with him.

She could see the stern look in his dark eyes and his jaw clicked from side to side. He was assessing her, going into medic mode to make sure she was actually okay and capable of doing this call out. He had no problem calling rank and telling Bobby that (Y/n) needed to sit this one out. He would put his foot down if he had to, even if he didn't want to.

"You swear you're good to go?" His voice was as dark as (Y/n) had ever heard and it made the knots in her stomach dull down and turn to mush. She wanted to melt into a puddle and she suddenly wished they were at home instead of at work, with Eddie looking at her like that.

"I promise," (Y/n) nodded and batted her eyes up at him but she couldn't bring herself to smile, not yet.

She could feel the adrenaline pounding through her blood from arriving on scene but it wasn't enough to rid her stomach completely. But she was standing upright and she could push herself to get through this call, as long as she could rest afterwards, she should be okay. She hoped.

She forced herself to let go of his arm even though she didn't want to, and secured her helmet and gloves. She could feel her stomach knotting but one of the many knots started to ease when Eddie stayed stood beside her with his arm and shoulder in front of her like a shield. He didn't move an inch away from her as they stood waiting for orders.

His left hand reached out to the side and held onto (Y/n)'s hip so his arm was once again pinned across her chest like how they had sat in the truck.

His thumb brushed up and down her hip over her trousers and his arm pressed back into her chest, trying to apply a little pressure to give her some comfort.

"Okay, Buck and Eddie, I want you round the back with the 211 to evacuate. Chimney you with me through the front to make sure everyone gets out. Hen, go find the medics and assist." Bobby looked across them all before his eyes landed on (Y/n).

It was like a silent conversation passed between them all. (Y/n) tried to look okay, she tried to hold her breath and square her shoulders and hold herself steady to prove she was alright and nothing was out of the ordinary. But with Eddie's arm pinned around her front and his stern, unhappy expression beside her, it contradicted any brave face she tried to put on and Bobby didn't buy her brave face.

"(Y/n)," He could see she wasn't one hundred percent. She figured everyone could and it made her squirm on the spot. "Go with Hen, help check everyone over and assist medics."

She didn't question it.

It would do her no favours to question an order and deep down, she was relieved not to have to rush into the burning building and run around. (Y/n) didn't think she had the strength or ability within her to go faster than a quick paced walk or she would keel over.

She would only slow them down and be a hinderence today if she tried to do the harder tasks with Eddie and Evan. She didn't want to hold them back or cause any problems if she collapsed inside or came over dizzy or had to stop to be sick. She couldn't wear the oxygen mask and safety suit if she thought she was going to be sick. It would be a very bad day if she threw up in the suit.

Helping the wounded was a much easier job for (Y/n), it was automatic to tend to people and help with their injuries whereas Buck and Eddie were far better suited to run into the burning buildings and find ways to get out.

"Be careful," She mumbled quietly into Eddie's shoulder and gave his arm a lasting squeeze before he let go of her and turned to peck her temple. She could feel his lips moving against her skin and she shuddered when he sighed. He could feel how she was starting to flush and burn up, but it wasn't excessive and as long as she stayed with Hen and didn't overdo herself, she would be alright on this call.

"And you take it easy, mi amor. I mean it."

"Yes boss." Her quiet comment earned her a slap on the bum as she turned to walk away.

***

"You look like you could use a drink."

(Y/n) lifted her head from the window and glanced across at Evan when she felt his foot nudge hers while he slouched back in his seat.

She didn't realise they were back at the station until she noticed Evan fling his belt off and move to stand up with his head and shoulders hunched forward. He was too tall to stand up in the truck.

He waved his hand for her to follow and (Y/n) nodded, but she couldn't bring herself to move just yet. Her head was spinning and her stomach was officially pulled into knots that weren't untangling on their own. She didn't know what to do with herself. Standing up only stretched the pain and walking created a burning feeling. All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay curled up in her seat and contort into the smallest, curved shape she could manage to try and take away the pain.

She realised her hands were trembling when she took off her own belt and leaned against the seats to try and heave up onto her feet.

Her head spun in circles and her body tilted to the right when she shuffled to get out the truck. She couldn't stay sitting in here for the rest of her shift and she was officially the last one left to get out.

She let herself slump against the side of the door but her feet weren't coordinating anymore. The heel of her boot skidded off the top step and (Y/n) didn't have the will or the energy to try and catch herself.

She just wanted to go to sleep.

She wanted the pain to stop. It was easier to let go and given in to the thought of collapsing down on the floor. It would take the weight off her body and stop her stomach from stretching and tightening so much if she just went down and curled up on the floor. The pain was bad enough to make her head spin and she had felt constantly dizzy for the last hour of their callout.

"Woah- fuck!"

Eddie barely lifted his head before his breath got caught in his throat and his chest tightened.

The helmet in his hand dropped to the floor and he thrust his arms up just as (Y/n)'s head lolled forward and her body tumbled down from the truck.

Her forehead bashed into his shouolder and jolted the right side of Eddie's body but he tried to tense up and stay standing. He coiled his arms around her waist and slammed his knees into the bottom step of the truck, bending his hips forward to try and take her weight for her. (Y/n)'s body crashed into his chest and her arms flagged against his sides while her legs slammed into the truck floor and bent awkwardly over the steps.

"Fuck, I got you baby." Eddie tilted his head to the left to check no one was behind him before he tried to shuffle backwards a few steps and pull (Y/n) down from the truck.

He grimaced at the way her legs bashed down the steps and scraped against the floor and her arms flopped limply over his elbows.

Once he was a few feet away, Eddie let himself go down on his knees and gently lowered (Y/n) down with him. He then turned her around until her back was slumped down over his thighs and he hoisted her up, shuffling her between his legs that he parted to the sides. His arm bolted around her waist and his hand moved to cup her chin so he could tilt her head back on his shoulder.

"Oh God!"

"Eddie what's going on?"

Hen fumbled to grab one of the medic bags from the truck while Bobby paused, halfway towards the stairs before he caught sight of two of his team on the floor.

"Baby, you with me?" His thumb brushed across (Y/n)'s jaw before he reached up to move her eyelid and check if her pupils were changing and constricting or not.

Eddie didn't like the way (Y/n)'s arms immediately slumped around her waist before she tightened them and started to groan. Her head turned until she could bury her face in his neck and her trembling arms pushed down on her abdomen until she was crying into his neck.

"How bad is the pain, baby? Talk to me," He could feel how flushed her skin was with her head tucked into his neck. She was sweating and he couldn't make out whether she was just trembling from pain or if she was shaking from a fever.

"Eight."

"Eight? Christ (Y/n) why didn't you tell me?" He shook his head as his jaw tightened. She shouldn't be on shift if she was in this much pain. She should have told him how bad it was and that it was getting worse so she could go home or go to the doctor. Staying on shift and pretending she was alright clearly hadn't worked out for anyone.

Eddie's left arm stayed hooked around (Y/n)'s chest while he moved his right hand to tug her shirt from where it was tucked into her trousers. He rolled it up to reveal her stomach so he could carefully press his fingertips and then the palm of his hand down over (Y/n)'s abdomen. He leaned back when (Y/n) cried out and clenched her fingers around his wrist the moment he tried to add pressure to the lower right side of her abdomen.

"I think it's her appendix," He let his eyes trail across to Hen when she bent down on his other side.

She clipped a pulse monitor onto (Y/n)'s finger and slid a blood pressure cuff up her arm before she tried to examine (Y/n)'s stomach. But (Y/n) wasn't having any of it. She squirmed and pushed back into Eddie, crying into his neck until he pressed his lips against her burning temple and tried to hush her.

Hen placed a thermometer in (Y/n)'s ear and pursed her lips when she got the reading. "BP is high and she has a fever. Definitely could be appendicitis."

"You are going to the emergency room. Now. This isn't negotiable."

(Y/n) didn't have the will to argue, all she could do was close her eyes tighter and press her face so deeply into Eddie's neck that she could feel the throbbing veins pressing into her nose and feel each deep breath he took. His arms hooked beneath her knees and around her back and when he lifted her up, it eased some of the pain. (Y/n) tried tightening her knees to her stomach and kept her arms pinned around her middle while she heard Bobby tell Hen to take them in the ambulance.

Her arms stayed pinned to her stomach and she groaned when Eddie tried to carefully ease her down onto the gurney in the ambulance. She was relieved the rest of the team stayed at the station. She didn't want nor need the attention of anyone else climbing in and trying to examine her and help.

It was bad enough she felt like this now instead of in a few hours when her shift ended. That was all she was trying to do; make it to the end of her shift.

"Do you want some morphine for the pain, mi amor?" Eddie slipped the pressure cuff off her arm but left the pulse clip on her finger. He wanted to keep an eye on the numbers and make sure her pulse stayed calm and steady.

"Please… Eddie i-it hurts,"

When she dared to open her eyes, it took a few seconds to form a picture instead of blurred colours of brown, grey and glistening white lights. But (Y/n) managed to focus enough to see her husband stare down at her with a perplexed look.

He wanted to frown. He wanted to scoff and raise an eyebrow or shake his head at her and growl. But Eddie found his expression falling and a sad quirk pulled at his lips when he looked down at his wife.

"I know, which is why you should have told me earlier." His tone was calm and coated in sugar, even though he wanted it to come out stern and repremanding. If (Y/n) had told him how bad the pain was, Eddie would have taken her to the hospital earlier before she developed a fever and severe pains. He would have sent her home this morning if she told him she felt worse instead of saying she felt better.

Reaching out, (Y/n) grabbed his thigh when he sat down on the edge of the gurney with a few items splayed out on the chair opposite him.

He let her squeeze his thigh and he tilted her arm around a little while he tore open the plastic packaging for a new needle pre-filled with a dose of morphine. His thumb pressed down just above the crease of her elbow and he expertly shot the dose into her vein before he leaned forward and kissed her arm when he was done.

"Okay, stay still mi amor, this won't take long." Eddie pinned an IV tube between his knees and grabbed a catheter needle, swabbing the back of (Y/n)'s hand that was gripping his knee.

He carefully pushed the needle into the back of her hand, pinning the leaf green cap in place while he removed the needle and exchanged it for the IV. Once it was taped in place, Eddie undid the clasp to let the fluids run wide open. He didn't want (Y/n) dehydrating as well as burning up and being in immense pain.

"Are… are you mad at me?" It was hard for (Y/n) to try and keep her eyes open when the morphine was starting to do its work. The cramping, twinges coursing through her stomach were still making her shake back and forth on the gurney and rock against Eddie, but her head was starting to feel better. The dizziness was clearing up and her pulse was starting to throb in her head like a drum.

She felt like she was going to pass out.

The feeling of Eddie's lips on her burning forehead felt comforting and cold and it was as if he was melting into her. Especially when his hand moved to cup the side of her neck and she could feel his thumb swiping across the corner of her jaw.

"Of course I'm not mad at you, mi amor." His lips curved up into a gentle smile and he tilted his head down so their foreheads were pressed together and the tip of their noses touched. "I'm worried about you, there's a difference."

When he felt the ambulance come to a stop, Eddie pushed up to his feet and moved to unclip the brakes.

"Right, let's get you to a doctor."

***

"Are you taking me home now?" (Y/n) bit down on her lip to obscure her smile and she tilted her head back to look up at Eddie through her lashes.

Her hands pinched down around the edge of the bed and she swung her legs over the side until her feet were firmly planted on the floor. She stayed still, watching Eddie move forward until he was stood between her parted thighs And his arms dropped from being folded over his chest so he could reach out for her.

He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and trailed them down her sides until he had a firm grip on her hips and he arched his back out to lean over her. His temple pressed against hers and (Y/n) tilted her head up to capture his lips in a kiss. She could taste the coffee on his lips and when she bit down on his lower lip when he parted them, she felt his fingertips scratch into her hips causing her to gasp.

"If you're good, and promise to take it easy."

Eddie's assumptions had been right. An assessment and scan had proven that (Y/n)'s appendix had swollen up and become inflamed. If they had waited much longer it might have burst and caused a lot of complications.

Three hours later, Eddie was sat in the waiting room while (Y/n) had keyhole surgery to remove her appendix. And since she'd had no adverse reactions and seemed to be fine, they were going to discharge her this afternoon.

(Y/n) wanted to go home. She wanted to go to sleep in her own bed and be with Eddie and Chris, not laid up in here somewhere unfamiliar and unsettling. She could recover much better at home than she could here. They had painkillers at home which is all (Y/n) needed to take at the moment and she knew Eddie was going to be hovering around like a warden.

He wouldn't let her overdo anything, he would be on watch to make sure she got some rest.

"I promise. At least we don't have to worry about childcare this week." (Y/n) reached her hand up for Eddie's collar and gave a sharp tug to keep him hovering over her while her foot curled around the back of his ankle to drag him closer.

"This week?"

"What?" Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and her head tilted to the side.

"Uh-uh, don't try playing me, baby." The way he held her chin between his finger and thumb made (Y/n)'s stomach pool with adrenaline and she gasped when he tilted her head back and towered over her. "I spoke to the doctor. At least two to three weeks off work. No heavy lifting, no straining, nothing."

"Eddie…" (Y/n) drawled out his name and pulled her chin from his grasp so she could push forward. Her hands curled around his back and dug into his lower torso while she meshed her face into his abdomen, breathing into his shirt and inhaling his scent.

"Would you rather stay here?"

Her grumble was enough of an answer and Eddie smiled as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. His arm stayed curved around her upper back while his other hand moved to cradle the back of her neck.

He had spoken to the doctor already. (Y/n) was fine to be discharged today, but she had to rest. She couldn't go back to work for up to a month because she couldn't risk doing any heavy duty and straining the few stitches she had or tearing the internal stitches.

Their job was demanding and hard, it would be too much of a strain to go back to full duties right away. And Eddie wasn't going to risk her health, no matter how much she begged and pleaded with him.

"That's what I thought."

"Please take me home." (Y/n) tilted her head back until her chin was pressed into his abdomen and she could stare up at him.

"We're going home, mi amor. And you're gonna be good and let me look after you. Got it?"

[their-love]

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if you see someone get up out of their wheelchair and walk for a second or a minute or even two, do not assume they're faking!!!!!! not fucking cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Home Invasion

This is an Eddie x Buck x deaf! Reader imagine based on an anon request and I hope you will all like it. I will be doing a follow up part soon too. Feedback is always lovely.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: When Eddie and Evan are at work, someone breaks into their home and (Y/n) ends up being attacked.

Enjoy.

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When (Y/n) walked through the hallway towards the kitchen, a tender smile tugged at her lips and her footsteps slowed as she walked through the kitchen doorway.

Reaching her hand out, she dragged her fingertips delicately across the whiteboard pinned to the wall next to the door. The large whiteboard had many small, laminated squares of paper blue tacced to the top of the board in two rows. Each square had a diagram on with writing beneath it and there was a plastic pocket taped to the corner of the board with hundreds more squares stuffed inside.

The board was for Chris.

With his cerebal palsy, Chris was finding it hard to learn and perform sign language. He needed more ways to communicate with (Y/n) when his signs were shaky at best and it took him a long time to form one sentence using sign.

So they got a white board with hundreds of diagrams and words such as morning, hello, dinner, out, car and other vocabs so Chris could string a sentence together for (Y/n) to read. They also had a large laminate poster stuck next to the white board to help remind Chris of simple signs he could use.

Both Eddie and Evan had mastered their sign language courses the moment the three of them got into a relationship together.

(Y/n) could speak, but since she couldn't hear her own voice, she never knew if she was pronouncing words properly, if she was being too loud or too quiet or if she was muttering rather than speaking. Talking made her self-conscious and unsettled and she preferred to use sign language. But Chris was slowly coaxing her out of her shell because he was working on his words and pronouncing too so it was like they were learning together.

And if Chris spoke slowly and tried to keep his lips clear and fluent, (Y/n) was learning to read his lips. His cerebal palsy gave Chris a different way of moving his lips and pronouncing so for (Y/n) it was like learning a new language. But starting to understand Chris's speech meant he didn't always have to try and use sign language. As long as she could understand him and he could understand her signs, they would be able to communicate well together.

A twinkling smile lit up (Y/n)'s face when she looked down at the whiteboard and read the two words scribbled along the centre which was definitely Evan's handwriting.

'Love You!'

(Y/n) smiled to herself as she walked over towards the sink and grabbed herself a cup. She flicked the kettle on and leaned her forearms down on the counter, waiting for it to boil.

It always felt strange to be home alone without any of her boys. Both Evan and Eddie were at work and Chris was at school. (Y/n) never knew what to do with herself when the house work had all been done and she had nowhere to be and no work to be catching up on.

Watching movies weren't as fun without the boys fighting over popcorn and throwing it around the room. (Y/n) figured she could do some art while she had the house to herself with the tv on as a background image to keep her mind occupied.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and slowly trailed from the kitchen through to the dining room. Setting her cup down in the middle of the table, (Y/n) moved towards the cupboard at the far end where she and Chris had their craft boxes.

But just as she kneeled down and went to grab her dark blue plastic box, something caught her attention out the corner of her eye.

(Y/n) turned her head to the left and leaned forward, but she wasn't sure what she had seen, or what she thought she had seen for a fleeting moment.

Her brows narrowed but after a few seconds passed, (Y/n) let out the breath she had been keeping in and turned her sights back to the box in front of her. Maybe she had left the tv on in the living room and the changing colours caught her perceptive gaze. Maybe she had left a window open and the breeze was moving the curtains.

Box in hand, she stood up and moved back to the table and started to rummage through for her paints and a fresh canvas. Evan's birthday was coming up and (Y/n) wanted to make something to go along with the adventure course she and Eddie had booked for him to go on.

Terror ransacked (Y/n)'s body when, just as she had a bottle of paint in each hand, she felt something tangle in her hair.

A hand.

Sharp nails scratched into her scalp. Fingers curled tightly into her locks. Knuckles pressed harshly into her scalp and the force sent her head jolting forward. The movement sent a shockwave running down the base of (Y/n)'s spine and something burned at the back of her throat.

Tears burned in the corners of her eyes as her breaths started to run away without her.

Somebody was in the house.

Both her guys were at work and Chris was at school. No one else should be home except for (Y/n) and she had locked the door when she came home from taking Chris to school.

Someone had broken into their home. And (Y/n) hadn't heard them.

She wasn't sure whether she screamed or if she only made a whimpering sound but all the air pushed past her lips as her hands dropped the tubes of paint onto the table. She flung her arms out behind her and tried to scratch her assailant's arm and thrust her elbow behind her, aiming for whatever she could reach to unarm and hurt them.

Now (Y/n) was beginning to wish she had taken some kind of self defence class or at least joined Eddie and Evan when they went to the gym.

Her eyes snapped shut in panic and (Y/n) tried in the split second she had to brace herself when the hand tightened in her hair and she felt their arm pin down into her back. Whoever was behind her thrust her forward so hard and fast that her forehead bashed into the table, scattering the paints until they rolled onto the floor and (Y/n) could see stars twinkling behind her eyelids.

A roaring scream left her lips and she could feel her throat and lips vibrating from the action as her knees caved and she let go of the assailant to brace her hands on the table and hold herself up.

Tears burned down her face like acid rain and when she felt like he was going to smash her head into the table again, (Y/n) tried to push all her weight back and thrust her head back. She moved until the back of her head hit his chest and winded him enough for him to let go.

She needed to get her phone. She had to grab her phone and get out the house.

(Y/n) pushed herself up onto shaking legs and tried her best to bolt. Her hands grabbed one of the chairs and propelled herself forward while she tipped the chair behind her to try and trip him up and add some distance between them. She used the wall as leverage to push ahead and stop from falling when her knees started to buckle and her body felt desperate to collapse down to the floor.

Why couldn't she have been out when this happened? Why couldn't she be out for a walk or at the shops or even visiting her boys down at the station? Why did someone have to pick their house to rob and at the exact time that (Y/n) was home by herself?

She wasn't sure whether she said no or whether she just screamed something similar when the same rough hands clamped down on her arms and yanked her backwards.

She writhed from side to side, screaming as loudly as she thought she could just in case anyone walked past the house or the neighbours could hear her. It might make the burglar think she could hear him if she was screaming. (Y/n) had no idea if he would target her more if he found out she couldn't hear and could barely pronounce properly.

Her arms thwarted out but she couldn't block off the man's fist when he punched her in her lower chest, effectively knocking all the wind out of her and sending her down to the floor.

Where was her phone? Where had she left it? Surely it had to be close by now that she was in the living room.

Her heart plummeted down into her stomach when her eyes locked on the man as he reached out and grabbed the lamp from the side table. Was he going to try and hit her with that? With the right amount of force to her head he could kill her.

She rolled onto her stomach, scraped her feet against the floor and tried to push up again. Her body slumped over the arm of the sofa and she managed to curl her fingers around her phone before her eyes bulged in their sockets and her head started to thud.

He wrapped the lamp cord around her neck.

She couldn't breathe. The blow to her stomach had restarted her lungs which were gasping for air but now with a thin but strong white cord around her neck pressing into her trachea, she wasn't able to breathe at all. She scratched her nails into her neck deep enough to draw blood when she tried to pull the cord away from her throat and lean back into the man as much as she could to relieve the pressure.

Tears streamed down her face, her lower lip wobbled and her jaw clicked as she gasped. Every nerve ignited with terror and her head felt like it was swelling up with air and about to burst.

She wanted her boys. What would they do? Who was she kidding, Eddie and Evan were double her size and weight, they would have no problem fighting someone off and pinning down their assailant.

All (Y/n) could do was try and throw her head back enough to catch him off guard and keep pushing him back with her dwindling energy. She couldn't stop fighting, she had to keep moving. It didn't matter how much energy and oxygen she wasted. Moving was a better option than pretending to faint and hoping in vain that he might not choke her to death.

Her minimal force seemed to prove worthy when she knocked her attacker off balance and her fingers wormed in between her neck and the cord to allow her to pull it off her neck.

Sucking in a deep breath clouded (Y/n)'s better judgement and stopped her from bolting forward. One step and she would have been able to reach for her phone. But with her eyes blocked by white spots and her lungs heaving, she stopped moving.

Hands grabbed at her arms and a body pushed against her back, sending her falling forward.

She knew she screamed that time. Her body fell through the air and her arms coiled into her chest, hands smothering her face for protection when she landed on the coffee table. (Y/n) couldn't tell whether he had fallen into her but managed to stay standing or if he simply pushed her with all his might. Either way, (Y/n)'s shuddering body broke clear through the glass coffee table.

Her whole right side burned and bounced back off the metal legs and frame of the table. Glass splintered into her skin and imbedded into every inch of her right arm, her neck, forehead and her exposed leg.

When her head smashed into one of the metal legs, everything turned black.

***

"Eddie, Buck, my office please."

Eddie's head turned to the right and his hand tightened around Evan's shoulder when Bobby's voice hit his ears.

What had they done?

He didn't like the look in Bobby's eyes or the way he didn't wait for them, he simply turned on his heels and steam-marched towards his office, knowing they would follow in his shadow.

They hadn't done anything to warrant a private chat in the Captain's office. They weren't messing about or not doing their share of the chores around the station and they had done everything as normal on shift today. Neither of them were being unprofessional either. It was in their agreement with Bobby that they were still able to work together and be on the same shifts together, as long as they remained professional. Their relationship couldn't interfere with their work and they both made sure it never did.

Unease rattled through Evan as he grabbed his shirt from the bench and hurriedly slipped it over his head, folding his arms through the sleeves while he jogged to keep pace with Eddie and follow Bobby.

"Everything okay Cap?" Evan finished up the buttons on his shirt before he settled his hands on his hips. Neither he nor Eddie went to sit down because Bobby wasn't sat behind his desk. He was stood to the side of his desk, one hip jutted out against the corner with his hands tense and stretching at his sides.

If Bobby wasn't sat down, he wasn't very comfortable and that meant this wasn't a friendly chat.

"I've had Athena on the phone, there's been a situation at your house. You both needed to go home."

The pair shared a panicked, nervous look between them before they looked back at Bobby. What the Hell did that mean? What kind of situation? Did they have a fire, a gas leak? A flood? (Y/n) was supposed to be home today, was she alright?

"Uh, what… what kind of situation?" Evan wasn't sure he really wanted to ask but they couldn't go home until they had all the details.

"You've had a break-in."

"But (Y/n)'s at home. Was she hurt?" All of Eddie's muscles tensed up until they felt like elastic bands that were going to snap. He could feel goosebumps prickling across his skin and all the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood up on end.

"She was attacked, Athena said she won't let the medics near her, you both have to go now."

Before Bobby could usher his hands towards the door, Eddie was out the door and halfway down the corridor. His shoulders squared and rose up, his jaw locked so tightly his teeth were grinding down together and his hands were curled up into fists at his sides, desperate to pummel into anything within range.

Someone had broken into their home and attacked their girlfriend. Whoever it was needed to be found and kept away from Eddie before he killed him. (Y/n) wasn't a threat by any means, she was deaf and that made her vulnerable. Someone had gone and attacked her and neither Eddie or Evan knew how badly she had been hurt. They were lucky she hadn't been taken hostage or rushed down to the emergency care unit.

Evan didn't know what to say when the pair of them stormed out into the parking lot and Eddie jumped in the driver's seat of the jeep. He wasn't in the right frame of mind to drive, but Evan didn't have the heart to tell him to switch. He wasn't so sure he would be much better, when his mind wasn't focused he didn't pay attention when he was driving and he could space out. At least Eddie would remained focused and alert.

Evan clenched his hands together and leaned forward, pressing his knuckles against his lips to try and give him something to focus on but he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Do you think she's okay?"

"Don't." Eddie dug his fingers into the back of his head and scrunched up the short hairs in his fist, tugging until his nails scratched into his scalp. He wasn't having this conversation, not until they saw (Y/n) for themselves and knew exactly what they were walking into.

"She might be-"

"Buck! Look, if they haven't managed to get her to the hospital then she's awake and alert. That's a good thing, focus on that." Suddenly Eddie felt like he had told Chris off rather than having a conversation with his partner and when he glanced over, he saw the stern expression on Evan's face. And the flames burning within his blue eyes.

He reached across after a second thought and curled his hand around Evan's thigh, trying to apologise and give him some comfort at the same time.

Neither of them felt good when they pulled up in the drive. Two police cars and an ambulance were parked out front and the front door was swung wide open.

"Athena!" Evan jumped down from the jeep and bolted across the lawn to reach the woman he classed as a motherly figure. She was stood in the doorway, clearly waiting for their arrival with apprehension in her eyes and her signature sunglasses perched on top of her head.

"What happened?" Eddie pressed a hand to Evan's shoulder and side stepped round him to push his way through the door. He didn't like the look of all these officers floating about his home. There was a gurney laid useless behind the armchair and when he stumbled forward, he noticed the two paramedics knelt down on the floor, getting no where near (Y/n) no matter what they tried to do.

"The perp broke in through the back window, from what I can gather, (Y/n) must have caught him in the act. She put up a good fight. Your neighbour called when she found the front door wide open… (Y/n) won't let any of us near her."

Panic bubbled up in Evan's chest when he took in the state of their home, following Eddie into the living room.

The lamp was broken on the floor next to the sofa, a large dint in the shade and the bulb fractured on the laminate floor. Pictures were knocked onto the floor, pens and paint bottles were scattered in the hallway. And the coffee table was a mess.

Only the dark metallic structure of the coffee table was left standing. The glass counter was blown into millions of tiny shards littered all around the floor. Along with a broken mug, a tub of pens, a magazine and the tv remotes all merged in with the glass. But what caught Evan's eye was the puddle of blood right in the centre of the coffee table. Little crimson raindrops scattered across the glass and led a trail across the floor towards the far window.

"Oh fuck, baby!" Eddie crouched down on the floor, trying to be mindful of the blood splatters and fractured pieces of glass surrounding them.

He held his hands out in front of him and waited until (Y/n) lifted her head so she could see he wasn't some stranger trying to hurt her or move her against her will. He could see the paramedics had given up trying. They were sat in front of the tv with their medic bags at their sides, unable to do anything because they couldn't treat (Y/n) against her will no matter what injuries she had.

Tears stained her face but even more flooded her face when she looked up and realised the two people she had been crying for were finally here in front of her.

When Evan knelt down on her right, (Y/n) dropped her knees down to the floor and let her body fall into him. Her head tucked into his chest, her arms stayed cocooned against her chest and a horrid scream left her lips as she started to hyperventilate.

"Shh, oh sweetheart, shhh." Evan wrapped his left arm around her waist and curled his right arm over her chest with his hand cupping her chin. This thumb smoothed across her jaw and lips and his fingers splayed out on her cheek as he tilted his head down and smothered his lips against the top of her head. He knew she would be able to feel his voice vibrate against her skin when he hushed her. He gently swayed them back and forth, brushing his thumb soothingly against her lip and chin.

Her eyes snapped open and for a second her body pushed back into Evan when a tender hand rested on her knee but she realised it was just Eddie trying to get her attention. He needed her eyes open and focused so they could talk.

Eddie waved his index finger in front of his eye before he pointed at his chest.

Eyes on me.

He curled his fingers into a fist except for his index fingers and held his hands in front of his chest, moving his hands together and back like magnets repelling each other before he pointed at (Y/n) and spoke as he signed. "Are you hurt?"

When she nodded, Eddie's chest tightened and he knelt up straighter while he tried to control his expression and remain calm as if he were on the job. But call outs were never this personal.

"Let me see." He pointed at his chest before he pointed at his eyes and moved his finger from his eye towards (Y/n). He had to see what injuries she had so he could help her. She wasn't going to let anyone else near her and for now, she was wrapped up in Evan's arms which would make her feel safer and calm. And if it was Eddie who was patching her up since he was a medic, she would let him help her.

(Y/n)'s chest shook and hitched with each breath before she uncurled her arms from her chest and held them out towards Eddie like she was waiting for him to slap handcuffs on her. She didn't like the way his shoulders slumped and how he bit his teeth deeply into his lower lip with a grimace.

Before Eddie could reach out for her hands, (Y/n) lifted her shaking hands up to sign.

She pointed her index finger out and waved it up and down before she held both her palms out and moved her hands from her chest out in front of her in a forward motion, then finally pointed her finger at her chest.

He pushed me.

When she started to point and shake her hand, Eddie jumped when he heard Evan growl like an animal. Eddie snapped his head round to see what she was pointing at, thinking for a moment that the assailant was somehow back in the room with them. But then it dawned on him. She was pointing and looking at the coffee table. He had pushed her into the table.

"Check her arm, she's bleeding onto my trousers." Evan's voice was an octave deeper than usual and his breaths were coming out harsh and forced.

He didn't lift his head from (Y/n)'s hair and spoke into the top of her head while he continued to rock back and forth, something Eddie guessed was to calm him down more than (Y/n).

Reaching out, Eddie gently cupped (Y/n)'s wrists and pulled them to rest her hands down on his thighs so he could examine her.

"I'm a medic, I need your equipment. Now." Eddie clicked his fingers behind him towards one of the medics and waited impatiently for them to set the bag down by his leg.

(Y/n) had a deep gash down her arm just below her elbow which stretched down towards her wrist and Eddie could see little pieces of glass imbedded into her skin. He needed to tie a turniquet around her arm to cut off the circulation because Evan was right, the blood was pooling down onto his trousers and had been bleeding out for a while. She might have nicked a big artery or vein in her arm and they couldn't have her bleeding out.

Rummaging through the medic bag, Eddie found a deep blue turniquet band that he laid out on his lap before he looked up at (Y/n). He held his left hand out and made a grabbing fist before he stretched his hands out, stuck his thumb and pinkies out on each hand and shook them side to side.

Hold still.

Eddie slipped the band an inch higher than (Y/n)'s elbow and popped the button into the pin hole as tight as he could until the band bit into her flesh and she winced. It had to be tight to cut off the circulation.

Once that was done, Eddie grabbed a pair of tweezers from the bag and began plucking small shards of glass from around the wound. He was relieved only a few little pieces had imbedded into her arm but he knew a doctor would have to take a closer look so they didn't stitch her up with glass still stuck in the wound.

Evan rolled his lips together and began smoothing his thumb up and down (Y/n)'s jaw when she pushed back into his chest and began to cry harder. Her body shook when Eddie poured saline over the wound and cleansed it with an anticeptic wipe.

"There we go," He mumbled quietly when he packed gauze against the wound and wrapped a roll of bandage around her forearm.

With a deep breath, Evan moved his head down to brush his nose against (Y/n)'s cheek and his eyes followed her right hand when she motioned her finger up and down near her waist. She'd hurt her leg. He moved his hands to cup (Y/n)'s hips and he gently eased her back into his chest while Eddie held the back of her knees and slowly straightened her legs out so he could assess them.

Shuffling forward beside (Y/n)'s legs, Eddie carefully cupped (Y/n)'s face and tilted her head down so he could check the cut on the right side of her temple. It didn't look to have any glass stuck in it and it wasn't deep enough to require stitches. But just as Eddie smile and kissed her cheek, his smile faded and he pressed his fingers beneath (Y/n)'s chin and tilted her head back until the back of her head was pressed against Evan's shoulder.

"Did he strange you?" Eddie's voice shook and he was glad (Y/n) couldn't hear the tremor in his tone while he hovered his right hand over his neck.

Pulling back, Evan leaned around to look down at (Y/n)'s neck and tears welled in his eyes when he noticed the thin, discoloured line around her neck. And his eyes followed (Y/n)'s hand as she held it up, pressed her fingertips against her thumb then flicked her fingers out.

Lamp.

He'd strangled her with the lamp wire.

"We're taking you to hospital." Eddie pressed his index and middle finger to his shoulder and swiped his fingertips down his arm in a straight line, then a sideways line across for the hospital symbol.

***

Evan pulled his shirt over his head and ran his fingers through his hair before he turned around to face the bed. A tender smile formed on his lips and he moved to stand near the end of the bed to face (Y/n) who was perched cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

"I have to go to work now, baby." He curled his hands into fists, held his left hand out and moved his right fist in a circular motion above his hand before he brought his fist down to rest on his left wrist. The sign for work.

He watched (Y/n) push up onto her knees and crawl across to the end of the bed where he was standing. His lips curved up when (Y/n) looped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the middle of his chest. The sudden affection was more than welcome and Evan buried his face in the top of her head, breathing in her scent as his palms pressed down on her lower back. His elbows bedded into her waist and he moved to press his cheek against her hair.

He could feel the bandage on her arm rubbing against his neck and it made him shiver. Eddie had wrapped a fresh bandage around her arm every day for the past four days since the incident because (Y/n) had started to scratch the stitches absentmindedly when they itched and she was at the point of tearing them out. A bandage was the only way to stop her from making the wound worse.

When (Y/n) pulled back and tilted her head up, Evan moved his hands from her waist to cup her neck, his thumbs brushing across her jaw before he leaned down to steal a kiss.

He sucked her lip between his teeth and gave a sharp tug, relishing in the way her fingers suddenly dug down into his back.

Evan pulled back when (Y/n) scratched her nails into his back and nuzzled her nose against his before she unravelled her arms from his neck. She shuffled back a small pace so she could hold her arms out in front of her and Evan's face softened as he went back to cupping her hips instead. Waiting patiently for her to sign something to him.

Her hands held out in front of her with her index fingers pointed out and she raised her arms up to her chest, and then tapped her chest. Her hands then curled into fists with her thumbs stuck up as she rubbed her clenched fingers together. Then finally tapped the end of her finger into Evan's chest.

Can I come with you.

Evan's brows creased and his smile started to fade. Why did she suddenly want to come down to the station with him? He was going on shift, not going out to see the team for a night out. And Eddie was still on shift, he would be finished in two hours and would be on his way home to her.

"Why?" Pressing his fingertips to his temple, Evan then pulled his hand down and curled his fingers, leaving his thumb and pinky sticking out.

(Y/n) gulped loudly, flitting her eyes around until they settled on staring at Evan's chest as her fingers curled and she rubbed her hand in a circular motion over her chest. 'Please.'

"Why, baby?" When she didn't answer, Evan's jaw tightened and his shoulders hunched. He stuck his thumb and pinky out again with the rest of his fingers curled up and pressed his curled fingers against his chin and then pulled his hand away. "What's wrong?"

Unease rattled through Evan when (Y/n) simply repeated the same thing again, without looking him in the eye. Deep down she had to know Evan wasn't going to say no to her but she also had to know that he needed to know what was wrong. He wasn't going to ignore this or pretend she was coming down to the station for a visit when he could see the panic bubbling up in her eyes.

Curling his thumb into his palm, Evan kept his hand straight with his fingers tense and waved his hand from his chin in an outward motion before he pointed at his chest. "Talk to me."

A trembling set in throughout (Y/n)'s body when Evan's hands went back to holding her hips and he tilted his chin down to look at her properly. He hated the panic in her eyes but not as much as (Y/n) hated what she was about to sign. She didn't want to admit what was rattling around in her head but the more she thought about it, the more her body started to shake and tears started to trace down the bridge of her nose.

Sticking her pinky out, she pressed her hand into her chest, then stuck her index and middle finger into a crooked position before bringing her arms up and crossing her wrists in front of her.

Tremors set in her body by the time she curled her ring finger beneath her middle finger, left her other fingers stretched out and rubbed her ring finger around her chest.

Tears burned in the corner of Evan's eyes when he watched his girl cross her arms over her chest with her hands on her shoulders, then uncrossed them and held her hands up by the sides of her head into clenched fists.

'I don't feel safe.'

(Y/n) let her arms flop across Evan's shoulders and wrap tightly around the back of his neck when he pulled her into his chest. His hand pressed tightly into her lower back and his other hand moved to cup the back of her thigh. In one swift motion, Evan lifted her up from the bed and hoisted her onto his hips. Pinching her thigh until she got the hint and wrapped her legs around his worso with her heels resting comfortably between his hips.

He pressed his lips to the side of her head, sighing against her skin before he peppered hundreds of kisses to her temple when she quivered and started to whimper into his neck.

He should have seen this coming.

He and Eddie had taken the last four days off work to be home with (Y/n), neither of them wanted to leave her when the moment they came home from the hospital, she had a panic attack on the doorstep.

They had spent the last few days calming her down, helping with the panic she felt whenever she caught something out the corner of her eye. They stopped her scratching her arm, held her when she cried and wedged her between them during the night so she wouldn't wake during the night feeling afraid.

But it didn't dawn on Evan that (Y/n) would be this panicked about being alone. Eddie would be home in just over two hours. They both thought that was a small amount of time and (Y/n) might be okay being alone until he came back. Clearly they had been wrong. They should have thought about this more and prepared for this situation happening.

Evan nudged his nose against (Y/n)'s cheek until she got the hint and lifted her head to look up at him.

"I'll keep you safe." He spoke slow enough that (Y/n) was able to read his lips so he didn't have to let go of her. He tightened his hand around her thigh and leaned forward, burying his face into her neck with his lips sucking a mark into her skin.

He would keep her safe. He and Eddie would look after her and make sure nothing bad ever happened to her again. They hadn't been here when she got hurt the first time, but they weren't making that mistake again. And Evan knew they couldn't stay with (Y/n) twenty-four seven no matter how hard they tried, but they would do their best.

For now, Evan would take her with him to work and she could wait at the station until Eddie's shift finished and she could go home with him.

[their-love]

IT’S OCTOBER👻👻👻

[their-love]

tumblr needs a hug button. sometimes you wanna just give a mutual a hug

[their-love]

I am so incredibly sick rn and desperately craving some Hotch comfort—maybe bau!gf who desperately tries to hide the fact that she’s sick even when she’s burning up and can’t keep her eyes open, and Hotch who just wants to take care of her!!

thank you for your request! i hope you feel better soon. —hotch fights to take care of you when you hide a fever. fem!reader, 1.4k

Spencer knows you're sick, but he's the only one who's figured it out so far. Everybody else is too busy. 

He pushes your coffee toward him and exchanges it for a cup of water without saying anything. You're relieved to find it's ice cold, fighting to drink it without spilling it, or worse, pressing it to your furnace of a forehead. 

"Just go home," he says. 

"I like it here," you say lightly.

"You're fatigued, obviously running a fever, and probably disoriented if your eyes are anything to go off of." 

"Are they?" you ask, eyes fluttering closed. 

You prop yourself on your hand. Having a desk right next to Spencer has its ups and downs. Ups including physics magic, surprise trinkets, and all the donuts you can eat. Downs include this —he's too good at his job but bad at taking a hint, so while he's realised that you're sick and tired and should probably head home, he hasn't stopped to think you might be keeping it a secret for a reason. 

If you take more sick leave already after your week long bout of food poisoning only a fortnight ago, it will look like you're trying to take advantage of Hotch. You don't want the team thinking you're cheating and you don't want Hotch to think this is how it’s going to be. You’d never use him like that, but it’s so early into the relationship that there’s no way for him to know that for sure. 

You take a measured breath. You're the kind of sick that yearns for bed, head heavy, a pounding pain behind your eyebrows and a nose you can't breathe through. Your lips are chapped despite the thick layer of balm you applied that morning. The weight of a bowling ball rests in your sinuses. Your head begins to list forward. 

"Y/N?" 

You look up, rubbing your forehead as nonchalantly as you can manage. Hotch stands with a hand on the railing of his half-platform, eyebrows pulled together as they tend to be. 

You like the sound of your name on his lips, even if it's said with question. 

"Yeah?" you ask. 

Before, it would've been, Yes, sir? But Hotch told you (while in boyfriend mode, assumedly) that it makes him hot around the collar (though he'd said it more delicately), so now you save it for special occasions, like when you want to get your way, and when he looks especially perturbed.

"Something wrong?" he asks. 

He can't like the way you say, "I'm fine," maybe he spots the far-away look in your eyes, your poorly concealed wince as your head throbs, maybe he just knows you. He gives you a look bordering reproachful and turns away. 

"My office," he says.  

Spencer sends you a pointed look. When he realises you aren't awake enough to glare back, he nudges you encouragingly. "Be honest," Spencer says. 

You almost fall up the short steps to the landing in front of Hotch's office. You don't knock before entering, and later you'll realise how odd this is. Hotch hasn't even sat down, instead straightening a paper from the wrong side of the desk. 

"What's wrong? Another migraine?" he asks. 

"No. I'm alright, did you want something?" 

He turns around fully. You like seeing him after hours without his suit, arms behind his tired neck and eyes half-lidded, but this look is just as good on him: furrowed brows, a hand twitching toward you but not touching. He tries not to cross the line here at work because when it starts it never ends. Your evaluations have to be cross examined and approved by a higher up, you are not permitted to room together on cases, and you have to report to HR every three to six weeks to reaffirm that Hotch isn't being coercive. It's odd and invasive at times, but these are things you have to do to be together. You'd do worse. 

"Did I want something?" he asks. It's more patient than incredulous, but the incredulity is definitely there. 

"From me?" 

"I want lots of things from you." He breaks eye contact with you and turns back to his things, shuffling papers into a manila folder. You blink dozily, wanting a hug and needing him to let you go back to your desk lest you give in and lean against his broad chest. "Like for you to take care of yourself." 

"I'm fine." 

"Forgive me if this is something I shouldn't say, but you don't look okay. You look sick." 

You summon your most convincing smile even while his back is turned and enthuse your tone with some practised pep. "Well, it's not the most romantic thing in the world." 

He ties the cord on his manilla envelope and clicks open his briefcase. It's a testament to how sick you are that you didn't notice it there, nor his coat thrown over the edge of the desk. 

"You going somewhere?" you ask curiously. 

"I'm taking you home, honey." 

You shake your head. "No, you're not. I'm fine." 

Hotch puts his coat on regardless. Briefcase closed and in hand, he walks the short distance to you and scans your expression for any give. "Let's go home." 

"Hotch–" 

"Home," he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "No more 'Hotch'." 

You take a step back but not one more than that, startled by his readiness to leave, and his reluctance to believe you. You're a bad actor and he's trained in the art of untangling deception —it isn't going to work. You give it a valiant effort. 

"You don't have the resources to give me the day off. You definitely don't have the resources to take a day off with me, and that's fine because I'm not sick." You rub your face clean, dust off your work blouse. "I have a headache, it's not so bad." 

Hotch actually smiles, then. You worked for him for three months before you realised he could. It isn't what you're expecting. It disarms you.

"Liar," he says, ducking down to give you a kiss. He sounds amused and sorry at once, an impossible combination marked by his small smile and his protective hand at your elbow. 

Every kiss is like a shock. Not because Hotch is particularly abrasive to the senses, the opposite —it feels right. 

"I'm not lying," you say.

"Take the day off with me, then." 

He knows he's being a bit of a bastard, evidenced by his smile, but he sobers for your sake. "You're lying to me, but that's not what matters. I can feel your head like a flame and I'm not even touching it. And you've kept your secret well, honey, but Reid's a good friend." 

"What did he tell you?" you murmur. 

"You fell asleep for sixteen seconds." 

"When?" you ask in disbelief.

"A couple of minutes before I called for you." Hotch squeezes your arm. 

"If we go home you'll have so much work to do when we come back," you lament. 

"It'll be the same as any other day," he says. He's slipped into his most dulcet tone, the kind he uses with family. "I am… desperate, to take care of you. I can't do that here. Please oblige me and let me do it at home." 

"Oblige you?" you ask. 

"Being your boyfriend isn't working. I thought I would try boss instead." 

You relent, finally. You genuinely can't abstain from him anymore, not when he's being as ridiculously charming and gentle as he is, his hand steadying at your elbow. Plus, your brain is probably gonna explode inside of your skull any second now if your headache is anything to go by. You drop your face into his chest and sigh, relieved when his hand moves to your shoulder, and his cheek presses to the top of your head. 

"This is inappropriate," you mumble. 

"You're really not well, hm?" he asks, just as quietly. "I'd be negligent if I didn't take notice. Doubly negligent if I didn't take you home." 

"Human resources…" You mean to say more. He's solid, he wants to hug you, and he smells like his expensive cologne. Hotch has a presence about him that's automatically comforting once you overcome the intimidating. Sometimes, even, the intimidating helps it along. You feel sheltered by his arms. Totally safe. It's probably why you nearly pass out in his embrace right there and then. 

"Okay," he says, rubbing your back. "Alright. I'll let human resources know your complaint, honey, don't worry. Let's get you to the car." 

[their-love]

You'll Be Safe Here- Part 3

This is the third part of my Eddie x Reader x Buck series, thank you all for the amazing feedback so far it means the world to me. I hope you like this part.

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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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A groan tumbled past Evan's lips as he tilted his head to the right, squeezing his eyes shut tighter to try and block out the sunlight he could now feel beating down on his face.

He brought his right hand up to scratch the tip of his nose and turned his head back towards the left as his mind tried to work out where he was and what he had been doing before he fell asleep. He was at home, wasn't he? He didn't remember going to bed last night. He didn't remember drinking last night. Had he even been at work yesterday before he came home? When did he come home?

His neck cracked into place and his head turned against the pillow, only to be met with hairs that swept across his lips and tickled his nostrils.

Evan's burning eyes shot open as a wave of panic rushed through his chest.

Oh God, where the Hell was he and who was he with?

Tremors bolted through his chest and tingled up the back of his neck as his eyes tried to adjust to the brightness of wherever he was. He recognised that hair. Those wavy locks that curled into ringlets and swished from side to side when she turned to take worried glances over her shoulder.

He recognised the dark concrete grey sofa they were both laid out on and the large bay windows letting the sunlight stream over him.

He was in his apartment.

With (Y/n).

A numb, tingling sensation spread down from his shoulder right to his fingertips and Evan quickly realised the whole of his left arm had gone numb because it was trapped beneath (Y/n). Her head was on his shoulder, his hand was slumped on her hip. Her hand was splayed out on his bare chest. Her nose was tickling his collar bone. Each deep breath she took vibrated through to his shocked lungs and made his skin flare with heat.

His legs jolted when he tried to move and he realised his right leg was hanging off the sofa, his foot slumped down onto the floor while his left foot was hung over the other arm rest of the sofa.

He could feel a crick forming in the base of his neck from how he must have slept with his head propped up against the arm rest and the cushion, but (Y/n) continued to draw his attention back to her.

Her back was pressed up into the back of the sofa and she had one leg pinned between his thighs like she was locking him in place.

How had they gotten into this position?

"Oh God," Evan lifted his head and tucked his chin into his chest, rapidly moving his right hand down his chest and abdomen until he felt his jogging bottoms clinging to his hips.

He hadn't slept with her.

If that had happened, Evan would have wanted to remember it.

He moved his hand to rub over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to supress a groan since (Y/n) was still asleep.

Fragments of last night started to crawl back to him, forming a picture of what went on. They had stayed up late to watch something on tv, neither of them had been at work yesterday and Evan wasn't at work until lunchtime today so a late night wouldn't do him any harm. The plan hadn't been to sleep down here, he was sure of that.

He remembered it being well past two in the morning before (Y/n) fell asleep, but Evan was sure he remembered her laying the other way around. She had been propped up at the other end of the sofa with her legs over his lap and a blanket on top of them, which now happened to be strewn on the floor.

Had he reached out for her during the night, or had she had a nightmare and moved closer to him?

He wasn't sure. Either way, Evan couldn't find it in himself to care. He would have spent the night in her room if they hadn't of fallen asleep down here. The last three nights he hadn't been at work, he had ended up checking on (Y/n) late into the night to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare or awake checking the locks to make sure they were all safe. He would have slept in the armchair in her room again last night if she asked him, and he probably would have even if she didn't ask.

For a moment or two, Evan let his eyes trail over (Y/n). She looked so much calmer when she was sleeping. She looked relaxed and if he squinted enough, she might look like she was even smiling.

His hand hovered near her face but the noise of his phone vibrating on the coffee table stopped Evan just as his finger skimmed across her jaw. What was he doing?

He reached out and took a quick glance at his phone to see the notification but his blood drained down to his toes when he glanced at the time. He had to be at work in an hour. Eddie would be home soon, if he hadn't come home already. They had to get up.

An internal debate happened in his mind while he wasted another two minutes staring down at the girl tucked up beneath his arm. She hadn't been sleeping well since she moved in, Evan knew that for definite. Waking her seemed somewhat cruel, even though they had slept through most of the morning. If she was sleeping, he should let her rest and wake naturally.

With the nightmares (Y/n) suffered from, it seemed a bit dangerous to wake her up and risk scaring her.

Bracing his right hand on the coffee table, Evan slowly tugged his left arm from beneath her back, letting her shimmy down onto the sofa instead of his chest as he slid down to his knees on the floor. Once he was up, he grabbed his phone from the table but again, he found his eyes glued to her frame and something within him wouldn't let him move towards the stairs to go get a shower.

It was like there was something missing that he had to do, but he wasn't sure what.

"Good morning," He whispered as quietly as he could muster and before he could truly think about it or stop himself, Evan leaned over and pressed his lips to her temple.

The action was soft and his lips barely seemed to touch her skin before he pulled away and groggily shuffled towards the stairs as quietly as he could manage.

A shiver rolled down (Y/n)'s spine and a tingling sensation burned behind her temple and across her forehead while she tried to open her eyes. What just happened?

She was sure she heard someone talking but when her eyes opened and blearily looked around, she realised in dismay that she was alone. Had they really slept down here all night? Had (Y/n) slept down here all night on her own? Had Evan disappeared back to bed in the early hours of the morning and didn't want to wake her?

Her heart sent out a painful beat at the thought of sleeping downstairs all night by herself. That wasn't something (Y/n) would do. The apartment was safe, it felt safe when she was with the boys, but night time wasn't her favourite time of day and being alone, downstairs in the dark, wasn't something (Y/n) would do willingly. Even her bedroom was frightening in the dark.

But she had managed to get a good night's sleep.

Her spine clicked into place when she pushed up into a sitting position and rolled her head to click her neck. Her hands curled around the sofa and she slowly pushed herself to stand up but when she was on her feet, she could feel the blood pooling down at her feet.

A quiet noise burned at the back of her throat when her legs caved and she slumped back down onto the sofa like a drunkard unable to walk.

"No, no not now… please," (Y/n) muttered to herself, running her hands along her face when her chest convulsed and jolted forward at the uncomfortable feeling of her heart having a palpitation.

It felt like her heartbeat was throbbing in her ears and every unsettled beat screamed inside her head and made her shoulders pull inwards and her arms coiled to her chest.

"Evan?" His name sounded barely more than a croak that didn't even reach the empty stairs behind her.

(Y/n) let her head roll and her body toppled like a crumbling tower, falling onto the cushion propped up on the arm of the sofa. Her fingers curled into fists and she tried to shakily rub her hand up and down her sternum, applying some sense of pressure to try and stimulate her chest. She needed her heart to go back to a normal rhythm again.

After a few more beats, (Y/n) felt like her heart was no longer clenching and jerking out against her ribs. Her horrid pulse wasn't vibrating in her ears and the shooting sensations started to fade.

She needed her meds. She needed to get to the bathroom.

(Y/n) tried again, clutching the arm of the sofa to push herself up onto unsteady legs that buckled and tremored when she tried to walk. Her eyes managed to stay open but all the oxygen seemed to leave her head which felt like it was filling up with air, about to explode. It made her skin throb and her pulse thud around her head through every blood vessel.

If she didn't get her meds and get her heart under control, she was liable to faint. She could already sense that her blood pressure was starting to drop.

Her legs felt shaky and her stomach was starting to knot itself, but the more she took exaggerated, deep breaths, the better it made her head feel. Her fingers curled around the bannister and she dragged herself up the stairs, seeing her vision clear up even if her heart was still trying to push out palpitations every few beats.

For some reason, (Y/n) didn't think to knock on the bathroom door. She knew Eddie was at work and in her mind, she presumed Evan to be in his bedroom. She knew he had to be in the apartment because he had taken to saying goodbye now when he left.

Before, he didn't seem too happy to talk to her but for the past few days, Evan had adopted (Y/n)'s habits. She was in the old ritual of telling the boys when she was leaving and when she presumed she would be back. It was a habit she couldn't break and one that was rubbing off on both of them. She knew they did it to calm her down as well, so she wouldn't worry where they were or worry about being home alone, especially at night.

"Christ (Y/n) get the Hell out!"

Her body jumped back and she leaned her weight onto the door when she almost stumbled into Evan.

She didn't know where to look.

His ocean blue eyes were ablaze with a fire that burned into her skin and made her stomach burst with adrenaline that wasn't going to help her heart. But when her eyes accidentally raked over his frame, she realised he was naked.

Her hand tightened around the door and her jaw dropped, stuttering apologies ready to fall from her lips, but she couldn't find it in herself to talk. All she could do was stare and watch as Evan reached for a towel and tied it around his waist.

"Why the Hell don't you knock?!" Evan tilted his head back against the shower door and took a deep breath, trying to level himself out. She had to open the door just when he was about to step into the shower. Not ten seconds before, when he still had his pants on, or ten seconds after when he would be hidden by the frosted glass door of the shower.

She came in right when he was naked in all his glory.

"I- I didn't… I was- fuck, I'm sorry,"

Her eyes fell closed and she leaned her temple on the bathroom door that was holding her up.

Why did she have to do everything wrong when it came to Evan?

"What are you doing?" Evan pulled the towel a bit tighter around his hips, wishing he had grabbed his underwear instead as it would have been a lot easier to keep his dignity that way. His brows furrowed and he leaned his left hand on the sink. "What, did you wanna take a shower with me?" He gestured behind him towards the shower before his eyes raked her up and down.

She had to have had some reason to come in here, whether it was to use the toilet, try and find something or get a shower herself. There was a reason she had walked in here; a reason she now seemed to have forgotten.

"Yes- no! I-" She moved her hand to smother her face, wishing the ground would swallow her whole and take her away from here. She was making things awkward. She should just walk away. But she needed her meds, and she was sure they were somewhere in here.

"You know, I can't work you out."

"W-what?"

Evan's words took her by surprise and she slowly lowered her hand to her mouth so she could look up at him. He almost looked casual, stood with one hand on the sink and the other on his hip while a dark blue towel was knotted around his waist. His head was tilted to the side and he had one brow arched up like he had asked her a question he wanted answering.

Why was she the one that was so hard to work out? It was Evan who was continuously putting (Y/n) on edge, making her nervous, making her feel like she was doing everything wrong. He was the intimidating one who flipped a switch every time he saw her.

"The shyness is cute, the panic is worrying and that firery temperment is hiding in there somewhere." His words were braisen and his tone was almost dark like the look in his eyes.

(Y/n) couldn't help but pull her shoulders inwards and stumble on her back foot when Evan took a step closer to her. She knew he wasn't going to lash out at her, he wasn't the type. Eddie seemed to think that (Y/n) was the only person who could rile Evan up, he said Evan was always so laid back until he was around her.

But he was so intimidating. (Y/n) wanted to do everything right, she wanted to make a good impression and be a good person but she felt like she was some sort of outcast, some village idiot when she was next to Evan. And he seemed to like arguing with her which made her nervous.

"I, I don't understand… what can't you work out?"

(Y/n) just happened to dark her eyes to the sink and it was as if a small light flickered in the back of her mind. She last had her meds in the cupboard above the sink.

It was daring to step closer to Evan when her instincts told her to freeze and see what he would do, let him make all the moves and control the situation. But (Y/n) pushed through and shuffled into the bathroom, cringing when the door swung shut behind her.

"Evan?"

He hadn't answered her. She moved to the sink, not yet daring to reach up into the cabinet and find her meds. Her eyes were focused solely on the swirling flecks of light curdling in his pupils like milk blending into a dark coffee.

"I can't work out why you can cosy up to me like you did this morning, and then stand there and cower back like I'm a stranger you've never met."

(Y/n) gulped, pressing her lips into a thin line when Evan suddenly seemed to pounce.

His hands found her hips, digging into the soft flesh beneath her pyjama shorts while her top had risen up above her waist. A shudder ran down her spine when he used minimal effort to push her hips into the sink and in the blink of an eye, Evan moved to stand between her legs. He towered over her like an omen with the bathroom light casting a perfect halo around the back of his head. (Y/n) wasn't sure if it made him look like an angel, or a demon.

Her eyes came to focus on the tattoo just below his left shoulder but she sucked in a sharp breath, wincing at the palpitation her heart let out when he gripped her chin between his thumb and finger and tilted her head up. He kept her head held high so she had no choice but to look him in the eyes.

"Because I can't seem to please you." Her words came out clear but quiet and she could feel herself starting to shake.

Evan wasn't doing her heart any favours.

She could feel the sweat starting to coat her skin along with the shaking and her heart was giving out more palpitations than before, making her breaths hitch higher and higher in her throat. Damn her faulty heart and the combined panic that made her feel worse. Damn the feeling of air building up in her head, letting her know that if this continued, she was going to pass out.

"Why would you want to please me?"

He didn't understand. What had he said or done to give (Y/n) the impression that she needed to please him? Why would (Y/n) want to do that when no one else in his life bothered?

His parents didn't want to make him happy, let alone please him. Maddie didn't want to please him, she wanted to look out for him. Bobby wanted to guide him and steer him in the right direction. His last girlfriend wanted to use him and subsequently dump him when she was done with him. Nobody freely wanted to please Evan, for any purpose.

"You act l-like I'm in inconvenience, Evan!" The words tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips before she could stop herself and without thinking, she bashed her palm into his chest. But it didn't budge him an inch. "You tut at me and a-argue with me and you've gone from sleeping on the sofa with me to telling me to get the hell out… I can't work you out, I can't seem to do anything right around you."

Her hand dropped from his chest and moved to grab the sink behind her as something to steady herself with. Spots were dancing in front of her eyes and her heart was going to escape from her chest at any given moment.

(Y/n) hated how good Evan looked when he moved his hand from her chin to drag his fingers across his eyes and down the bridge of his nose. He sighed into his palm like she had just told him he was her annoying big brother that needed to stay out of her business. She had only told him the truth.

There was nothing she could do that seemed to be the right thing. She woke Evan during the night with her nightmares, she kept him awake with her panic. She practically forced him to sleep in her room so they could both get some sleep. She bumped into him and spilled his drink down him, she ran in front of him to get to the toilet first. And now she had walked in on him naked in the bathroom because she was too stupid to knock first.

Nothing (Y/n) did was ever right when it came to Evan and she didn't know how to fix it.

"Maybe I don't like the effect you have on me."

His words came out very forced, pushed through gritted teeth and past tense, ruby red lips that barely seemed to move when he spoke.

When (Y/n) went to tilt her head down again to avoid his gaze, Evan didn't give her the chance. His hand cupped her chin in the groove between his finger and thumb while his thumb pressed into her jaw and his fingers splayed out down her neck.

His touch wasn't harsh, cold, deathly tight or frightening like (Y/n) had experienced in the past and his touch didn't make her flinch, scream or cry out. But it did make her heart jolt.

He tilted her head back into the mirror and leaned down, hovering dangerously close until the tip of his nose touched hers and there was nowhere to look but into his pooling black eyes. For a second it looked as if his lips were going to curl into a wicked grin or a snarl, but they only parted enough for his tongue to dart across his lower lip.

"I don't like what you're doing to me," He sounded so certain, so sure of himself and almost angry at her. And (Y/n) didn't even know what she was doing to him to have such an effect. What had she done? Had she acted so drastically wrong around Evan that she had riled him up like this? He couldn't just say that and not explain what he meant.

When his lips touched hers, they swallowed the gasp of surprise she let out. His wet lips consumed hers. His tongue darted out to swipe across her lip and his teeth took her lower lip hostage, catching a tooth on the jagged edge of skin where she had nervously bitten her lip last night.

(Y/n) almost didn't want to open her eyes when Evan pulled back to let her breathe, but kept her lip sunk between his teeth. His nose brushed her cheek and his temple bumped against hers as a dazed, hooded look pulled down over his eyes.

She didn't realise she wasn't breathing until her throat started to tense and her chest sucked inwards, desperate for a breath of air. But the little breath she inhaled didn't do anything good to clear the spots dancing across her eyes, obscuring her perfect view of Evan's manic expression.

She could feel his fingers pressing down harsher on her neck and she noticed his brow arch up as he panted, squeezing her hip tighter. Confusion flooded Evan's face and he released her lip but kept his temple pressed down onto hers while he counted her heartbeat.

Her heart was skipping beats, jumping oddly with palpitations. Her skin was flushed and coated in sweat. Her hands were trembling and jittering against his chest, something he hadn't noticed until now.

"Why're you having palpitations?" His voice was dark, laced with what (Y/n) could only presume was lust while his eyes started to flood with concern.

It dawned on her that he was gripping her throat tighter to feel her pulse and that made her heart jump again. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to explain the reason why she had come into the bathroom because this situation had escalated and turned in a completely different direction. And (Y/n) didn't want to back track. She didn't want to move an inch away from this situation they found themselves in.

With that thought in mind, she pushed up onto tingling tiptoes, slid her trembling hands up to cup Evan's neck and meshed her lips onto his with a force she didn't know she had.

The kiss threw Evan off balance and his hand moved from her hip to her bum while he continued to grip her chin, keeping her head in place as well as keeping his fingers hovering against her tripping pulse.

He could feel blood welling in his mouth from an open cut on her lip but he didn't care. He drank in her touch, inhaling each stuttering breath she let out while his tongue parted through her lips for full access. His hips bashed forward into hers, crushing her beneath him and the sink and he could feel the towel starting to become loose around his hips, but he didn't care anymore.

Until (Y/n) moved.

Her nails scratched his neck when her arms flopped down to his shoulders and her forehead caught his nose, sending a blinding pain throbbing behind his eyes when her head fell down to his chest. Her weight crashed into his chest, toppled him backwards and sent him tumbling into the shower door that thankfully propped him up and stopped him from landing on the floor.

His hands hurriedly moved to wrap around (Y/n)'s waist and he forgot all about the towel that was now crumpled around his feet. Shuffling forwards, Evan moved to kneel down on the cold tiled floor, letting (Y/n) slump into his chest. He moved his hand to cradle her neck and gently tilted her head back onto his shoulder, brushing her cheek as he gasped to gain back his breath.

She had fainted. This was a first for Evan.

His jaw locked while he curled his hand into a fist and started to rub his knuckles up and down (Y/n)'s sternum, applying pressure to try and bring her back around. He knew something was wrong when he felt her palpitations. One or two would have been consistent with panic, but repeated missing beats and an odd rhythm like that was a sign of a problem.

"What are you trying to do to me, hm?"

***

"How do you feel?"

(Y/n) lifted her head at the sound of a sugary sweet voice and her eyes creased with a soft smile when Eddie walked into the living room. She gingerly reached up and took the light hazel mug he handed over to her that looked sickly sweet, filled with hot chocolate.

"I feel fine," Her eyes followed him as he slumped down on the sofa beside her and curled one leg up beneath him. He placed his cup down on the coffee table and rose a brow, silently telling her that he didn't believe what she was saying.

He started to drum his fingers against his thigh while his left arm stretched out over the back of the sofa and if he moved an inch further, he would be within line to reach out and touch her face.

"Forgive me if I don't take your word for it. Buck said you collapsed in the bathroom?" Eddie's brows furrowed and (Y/n) prayed to God that he couldn't sense the panic that radiated off of her at the thought of what happened earlier.

She almost made Evan late for work.

By the time she came back around, she felt a little more alive and like herself. Her body had shut down for a few seconds and rebooted itself and the palpitations started to cease. Poor Evan had had to slump (Y/n) up against the shower and scramble to get himself dressed, forgoing a shower as time had been running out on him.

When Eddie got home, Evan did a quick summary of the situation and asked him to keep an eye on (Y/n) before he hurried out the door. Desperate to stay but destined to go.

"I- I just needed my meds, I didn't mean to startle him." At least she wasn't technically lying. While Evan got dressed, (Y/n) got her meds from the cupboard and she felt fine now she had taken them and had a drink and something to eat. Worrying Evan had been the last thing (Y/n) wanted to do and she hated that she had ruined their moment by falling on him.

As if she hadn't already made a fool of herself in front of Evan about a million times already.

At least Evan hadn't told Eddie exactly what happened in the bathroom. (Y/n) would hate to see the way he would look at her if he knew she had argued with Evan, got into a heated kiss with him and then subsequently collapsed onto him and ruined the moment. "Tell me if it's none of my business and I'll shut up… but, do you have a heart condition?"

Eddie held his hands out as a sign that he wasn't trying to intrude or overwhelm her and his expression remained stoic and calm. He wasn't trying to be pushy but they were roommates after all and he wanted to know if she wasn't well so he knew how to look out for her and care for her. How could he help if he didn't know what was wrong?

He watched (Y/n)'s eyes widen like a startled animal and her hands started to tap against the mug until she reached across to put it down. When she sank back into the sofa, her hands knitted together and she silently nodded.

"I used to be an army medic, and I saw the meds in the bathroom earlier." Eddie knew what the meds were for when he went into the bathroom and saw them sat on the sink counter.

"My mitral valve is weak, it doesn't always push blood quick enough," (Y/n) leaned the side of her head back on the sofa but she bit down on her lower lip when she felt Eddie's fingers brush the corner of her temple.

"You have kidney problems too, don't you?"

"How do you know that?" She wasn't currently on any medication for her kidneys. Other than the frequent urine samples she had to do at the doctors to check her function, (Y/n) didn't have any meds or control measures for her kidney problem. How had Eddie figured that out?

"Your water bottle… you drink a lot of fluids, especially water and you run to the bathroom every hour. Add that to the tenderness in your back imply signs of renal damage."

So maybe she did give off little signs.

She couldn't help it. Her kidney was working at twenty percent capacity, it was near enough null and void and she would be better off without it and keep the one good kidney she had. It was a relief that everyone had two kidneys or (Y/n) would have been in trouble.

To keep both kidneys clear and keep them working, she had to intake a lot of fluids and water was always best to flush them and keep them going. And the damage also meant she couldn't hold her urine and had to hurry whenever she needed the toilet. It was a bad side effect, wherever (Y/n) went, she had to make sure there were facilities nearby. It made her feel like a little old lady losing her bladder control. She shouldn't be having these issues in her early twenties.

"You're good," (Y/n) mumbled quietly as she moved her right elbow to rest on the back of the sofa so she could knit her hands into her hair. "I got into an accident last year, a blow to my back damaged my left kidney… I have twenty percent function in it now."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"And have you think less of me?"

A wave of hurt washed over Eddie's face while it felt like a lightning bolt struck him in the heart. Was he that bad? Were he and Evan that unapproachable that (Y/n) thought she couldn't confide in them about her health issues? What if she collapsed and they had no idea how to help her or what was wrong?

"Why would we think less of you?"

"No, I- uh, I already thought I was an inconvenience, being here. I bring baggage with me, I'm not the best roommate I wake you both up during the night, I panic you as well as myself and I have health complications. I'm a lot to deal with, I guess."

(Y/n) knew she was a handful. Nightmares, past trauma, health issues, she was a liability and she knew most people wouldn't want her as a roommate but she was too afraid to live alone.

When Eddie offered her this room, it was a Godsend and such a lifeline that she was desperate to cling to. She didn't want to do anything to mess it up or make the boys regret letting her stay.

"Show me one person out there who doesn't have a single bit of baggage hanging behind them. Buck's got a bad history with girls and trust issues. My temper has gotten me into a lot of trouble in the past and the army fucked me over. I'd say we're all a good fit, wouldn't you?"

God knows Evan hadn't had the best track record when it came to relationships, especially when it involved his parents who had messed him up in unimaginable ways. The army hadn't done anything for Eddie but send him home with nightmares, war wounds and people who would rather kill themselves than talk to people and get help. His anger had gotten him into backstreet fights, illegal fighting rings and put holes in the walls.

No one sailed through life without some sort of baggage and Eddie and Evan didn't care what (Y/n) had hiding in her wardrobe. They would take her as she was and accept her as one of them.

Silently, (Y/n) nodded and a smile formed on her lips as she nudged her head against Eddie's arm. The three of them, complete opposites in every which way, did seem to fit together when they tried.

She liked the way Eddie continued to trace his fingers against her temple, and how his smile softened at the corners like he was starting to melt before her. Seeing those chocolate eyes staring at her like that made a shiver creep down (Y/n)'s spine and sent her heart rocketing in her chest, something she hoped Eddie wouldn't be able to feel or notice.

Oh no. What were these boys doing to her?

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You'll Be Safe Here- Part 2

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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.

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Evan padded across the hall, his bare feet shuddering and hitching higher against the cold wooden floor. He could barely feel his legs and his eyes were burning from lack of sleep. The base of his palm scratched at his eyes, trying to clear the ache in them and sort out his vision.

Today was his only day off before he ha to go back on another twenty four hour shift. He was desperate for the weekend to roll around because he would have four days off in a row. Half of his day today had already gone because he had been asleep. Evan didn't usually wake up at lunch time, he tried not to sleep during the day so his body clock wasn't skewed but when he got in at two in the morning, he went straight to bed and he didn't want to get up. But when he saw the time, he knew if he stayed in bed any longer he was going to make himself feel sick.

He shuffled towards the bathroom, reaching his left hand out to steady himself against the doorframe but he stopped and his head turned to the left when a meek voice reached his ears.

"Sorry Evan."

"What?" He blinked a few times, scrunching his nose up as he looked across at (Y/n).

What on Earth was she sorry for at this time in the morning- well, afternoon? He had been awake for twenty minutes and had only just dragged himself out of bed. He hadn't spoken to (Y/n) in two days due to his shift patterns, so why was she apologising to him?

Part of Evan wondered if it was anything to do with the nightmare she had five nights ago.

Evan didn't know how to talk to (Y/n) after that.

He didn't know what to say to her when they crossed paths in the kitchen in the morning. Was he supposed to pretend it didn't happen? Address it and ask if she was alright? Ask if it was going to be a reoccurring thing? See if there was anything he could do to help?

In the end, he settled on not bringing it up and waiting for (Y/n) to make the first move in regards to conversation, but her shyness and anxiety around him made that impossible. They exchanged morning greetings and little conversations when they ate, but Eddie was the bridge between conversations.

Evan's jaw dropped and he let out a small huff when (Y/n) ducked beneath his arm and dove into the bathroom before he could stop her or ask what she was doing.

When the door slammed in his face, Evan's lips formed into a frown and his chest puffed out like a robin.

"Oh come on!" He muttered, frustration clinging to his words as he thrashed the back of his hand lightly against the door and turned away. He had literally just dragged himself out of bed. He needed the toilet and a shower to wake him up, she couldn't just cut in front of him like that, even if she did apologise beforehand.

His lips curled into a distasteful look and he leaned his forehead on his right arm that he crossed over the doorframe while his left hand curled around his hip that was cocked to one side.

(Y/n) didn't dare open the door.

She pulled it open as slowly as she could, keeping her eyes focused on the floor, then his bare feet when they came into view.

She had to. She didn't have a choice but cut in front of him, unless he wanted her to pee herself and they were certainly not at the point in their so called friendship where they were comfortable with being in the bathroom together at the same time.

It wasn't her fault, not exactly. Her kidney was low functioning and it gave (Y/n) a high priority over the bathroom. If she tried to hold her bladder for more than five minutes she would be on the verge of having an accident and at her age, it was embarrassing. There was nothing she could do about it. She had a vastly higher intake of fluids than the average person to keep her kidneys clear and keep them functioning as much as possible and that meant going to the bathroom almost every hour, if not more.

"You went to the bathroom twenty minutes ago, did you really have to cut me off? You couldn't wait ten minutes?" His left hand moved from his hip to wave out in front of him for added emphasis.

He didn't mean to snap but his frustration was bubbling up inside of him, along with his lack of patience after such long, stressful shifts. "I'm sorry, I- I was desperate." (Y/n) curled her arms to her chest and again, weaved beneath his arm to get out of his way.

"And what were you doing this morning?"

"Pardon?" Her fingers started to dig into her upper arms and she spun on her heels to look at Evan over her shoulder. Oh God, what had she done now? He had been in bed all morning- had she woken him up at some point? She did her best to be quiet, she didn't want to disturb him after he had been on a long shift and Eddie mentioned that neither of them took naps during the night shift at the station so Evan would be sleep deprived.

"I got in at two in the morning and you had music on, you haven't done that before. Do you normally stay up all night long?" Something about his voice was a tiny bit softer like he was starting to thaw out, but there was still an air of annoyance in his voice that made (Y/n) wince.

She turned the music off as soon as Evan walked up stairs, and it hadn't been loud because Eddie was in bed asleep.

Something within (Y/n) couldn't settle when she knew Evan was at work and at some point in the morning, she would hear him come into the apartment. (Y/n) was always on red alert, listening for any sound of the front door opening or being broken, waiting for someone to come and find her. She didn't know what to do with herself when she was afraid to go to sleep and wake Eddie up with another nightmare.

After a panic attack, (Y/n) had put some music on to try and calm her nerves while she sat in the armchair in her room, wrapped up like a frightened child in a blanket hiding from the monsters under her bed.

"I couldn't sleep. I won't do it again I swear,"

Evan's shoulders slumped and he muffled a groan, running his palm down his face before he shrugged and walked into the bathroom. He didn't have the energy to try and explain that he wasn't controlling what she did. He wasn't demanding that she couldn't play music in her own room whenever she wanted. She did live here after all.

He only wanted to find out if it was a normal habit that he needed to be aware of or if something had been wrong for her to be awake that early in the morning.

(Y/n) heard him gruff behind her and the sound of his knuckles popping made her cringe, but it was the bathroom door slamming shut that made her coil against the wall and hold her breath. Her eyes snapped closed and she tried to take a deep breath, begging the unease to wash out of her system.

Why was she doing everything wrong regarding Evan? Why did she seem to do everything to upset him?

These were her roommates and she couldn't even make Evan smile at her, not once. All she was doing was aggravating him and upsetting him when he was a hard working fire fighter and she was causing him trouble. Waking him up during the night, always saying the wrong thing and annoying him, spilling his drink over him on their first meet.

She wasn't making a good impression of herself around him.

With her arms looped around her chest and her head hung low, (Y/n) headed down the hall and slowly advanced downstairs. Eddie said he was making lunch and fixing Evan something to eat since he was just getting up. She was getting along better with Eddie than with Evan.

That was her only silver lining.

A tiny glimmer of a smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she passed the living room and moved towards the dining table beneath the window. Eddie had put out cutlery, glasses of juice and had made Evan breakfast like he said he would. He clearly knew Evan like the back of his hand to know when he would be getting up and what he would like to eat after a long shift.

(Y/n) let her attention focus on Eddie when she walked into the kitchen. He had his back to her, an array of dirty dishes, pans and knives in the sink and a layer of steam and smoke were wafting through the air suggesting he had burned something. Evan said he was a better cook than Eddie, maybe he had been right instead of joking.

(Y/n) found herself smiling when she watched him. It was sweet, endearing to see Eddie flutter about the kitchen like a headless chicken, trying his best to make some food and tidy up after himself at the same time.

He was wearing a dark green shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, flexing the few tattoos littering his skin and every now and then he would tilt his head from left to right, clicking his neck into place. He moved about, putting a pan here and grabbing a plate there and rubbed his arm across his forehead to clean the sweat from the steam flying around from the stove.

It might be an idea to tell Eddie that she and Evan would be more than happy to do the cooking for them all. (Y/n) didn't mind and Evan seemed to be in his element when he was cooking which was more than could be said for Eddie. He could always stick to doing food shopping and leave them two to the cooking. It would save a lot of hassle.

With her lips pressed into a thin smile, (Y/n) rounded the kitchen island and peered into the sink, wondering what Eddie was cooking because all she could smell was smoke and burnt pans.

Part of (Y/n) wanted to reach out for him. She wanted to curl her fingers around his shoulders and lean over him like he had done to her last week when Evan was cooking. She wanted to stand so close that all she could focus on were his blushing red lips and the way his chest puffed out when he took deep breaths.

She moved another step closer, wondering if it would be worth reaching out to touch him.

Would it be inappropriate? Would it be wrong to try and rest a hand on his broad shoulder or stand so close that her chest would touch his back and reverse the roles from the other day?

Why did she even want to be close to him?

It wasn't thrilling like it was when she was close to Evan. Being around Evan made (Y/n) nervous and being close to him made her desperate to act normal and not spill a drink over him or make a wrong move and upset him. Whereas being close to Eddie made her nervous about how he would see her and how he would act.

"Shit!"

He turned round quicker than (Y/n) expected. He spun on his heels with a plate in his hand and parted lips that let out a few expletives when his arms bashed into (Y/n)'s chest and he almost stood on her foot.

The plate dropped to the floor, bouncing off the tiles but the second it reconnected with the floor, it shattered like a precious dream.

(Y/n)'s eyes went wide like black holes and Eddie watched something flash across them, almost like a shooting star but darker, almost frightening. He didn't like the way the blood rushed to her cheeks and how her lips parted just a little, enough to let out a small scream if she wanted to but he could already tell her breaths were blocked up in her throat.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, I didn't m-mean to!" She dropped to her knees before Eddie could react and he jolted back a step, standing up straight with wide eyes and full lips.

For a split second he had to wonder what she was doing and something very inappropriate flashed across his mind before his chin tucked down into his chest and he looked down at (Y/n) and watched what she was doing.

It was hard for her to try and pick up the glass when her hands were trembling and her arms were pinned into her sides like she was trying to make herself as small as possible. For protection.

Eddie recovered his thoughts and his composure and crouched down, balancing his weight on his heels as he looked over at (Y/n) with apprehension and worry in his dark brown eyes. He tried to reach forward and take her hands but the moment his fingertips grazed the back of her hands, she became motionless. Her trembling, taut fingers froze around two large pieces of porcelean and he could see her eyes were focused on his hands like they were covered in blood and touching him would forever stain her.

"Will you put it down, please? Let me clean this up." He didn't like the way she was gripping those sharp shards, one wrong move she she would slice her fingers and the palm of her hands.

Eddie didn't want her to hurt herself trying to clean this up when it was just an accident. No harm had been done and the plate didn't even have any food on it yet which meant there was even less mess to clean up. He could pick it up and sweep the smaller fragments in a minute.

Accidents happened, but something told Eddie that even if accidents took place, at some point in her life, (Y/n) got the blame for them.

"I'm sorry-" (Y/n) cut herself off and dropped the shards back to the floor with a loud clatter when Eddie's fingertips grazed over the back of her hands.

His touch was calculated and tender and for a few seconds, he just circled his fingertips up and down the back of her hands, giving her something to focus on and a reassurance that his touch wasn't going to hurt her. He wasn't going to grab her or grip her hands so tightly he would bruise them. His touch was never going to bring her pain and discomfort and he needed her to know that.

When the shaking started to subside, Eddie pressed his palms over the back of her hands and ran his thumbs across the side of her hand, giving the lightest, most gentle squeeze he could.

"Accidents happen, I should have sensed you standing there. Can we take a step away from this mess? I don't want you getting hurt."

(Y/n) kept her elbows pinned into her waist and while Eddie's hands grazed along her arms until he had a gentle hold on her elbows, her eyes stayed focused primarily on his lips. Watching the way they moved, noticing the little torn bit of skin in the right corner and seeing his tongue swipe across his lower lip to stop it becoming dry and cracked.

She loosened her muscles enough for Eddie to push up to his feet and tug (Y/n) along with him.

He carefully stepped over the broken plate and walked (Y/n) back a few steps until they were clear of the mess and in no danger of any cuts and bruises. He could see the pain hiding behind (Y/n)'s eyes that wouldn't look up at him and Eddie could feel rage burning inside of him. Someone had done something horrible to her for her to believe that breaking a plate would make Eddie lose his temper with her. How could something so accidental and innocent make someone so violent?

(Y/n) sucked in another deep breath that she held down in her lungs when Eddie's finger pressed beneath her chin and he pushed her head back until she was finally looking up at him.

His eyes looked like they were melting pools of chocolate and his plush lips curved into such a sweet, gentle grin that (Y/n) felt sparks and butterflies swarming through her stomach. He wasn't angry with her. He wasn't going to shout how clumsy she was and ask her why she was so stupid for doing something so careless like that. He wasn't going to lash out against her or shout up to Evan about what she had done.

She didn't realise tears had welled up in her eyes until one traced down the side of her nose and Eddie's finger moved from her chin to swipe away the stray tear.

"Hey it's just a plate. No harm done, mi amor."

Her lips pushed forward into a round shape almost as if she was pouting and her head tilted to the left when those words registered in her ears.

No one had used nicknames with (Y/n) since she was a little girl. The only one she had heard over the last few years was when she got called 'little girl' and that voice still haunted her dreams and whispered in her ear like poison dribbling straight into her mind.

Hearing someone call her that with such a loving tone and kindness in their eyes was foreign territory to (Y/n), but she wanted to step closer. She wanted to walk on this unfamiliar ground, let her feet sink into the sand and take in the new surroundings.

He wouldn't call her that for no reason. He wouldn't use that term if he thought she was just a new friend or a roommate he didn't want to get involved with or be close to. And she couldn't be sure, but (Y/n) thought she saw his eyes dart down from her eyes to her lips.

(Y/n)'s eyes fell closed upon instinct when she felt his wet lips press against her temple, placing a feather-light kiss there while he squeezed her arm comfortingly.

What was he doing to her?

***

"Do you want one?"

(Y/n)'s eyes flicked over to Evan, watching him shake a bottle of beer to hint at what he was talking about. But her eyes couldn't quite keep focused on the beer in his hand when she could focus on his arms instead. His other hand was planted flat on the kitchen counter and with his weight pushed forward onto his hand and wrist, it made the muscles in his biceps tense.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had come downstairs just after Eddie left for work, wearing only a pair of cargo green lounge shorts. It left his chest on display for (Y/n) to see every deep breath he took, every ridge and curve and each tattoo she could now see.

"No thank you," She shook her head, realising she had taken a lot longer to respond because she was too focused on committing his features to memory.

God knows why. He didn't seem to like her very much, there was no need for (Y/n) to run her eyes all over him like he was a meal she was sizing up. Evan didn't seem to want to get to know her and nothing (Y/n) did was going to make him like her.

Her eyes followed him as he left the kitchen but her brows furrowed down and her lips pursed in confusion when he walked towards her instead of over to the stairs.

Did he want to watch tv downstairs? Should she go upstairs to her room for the night if that was what he wanted to do?

They didn't have any arrangements or rules around the apartment other than eating meals together. (Y/n) had no idea how the boys wanted to play it when it came to being in the living room. She had no clue if they would want a schedule so (Y/n) would be in there when they were at work and they were in there on their days off. Or if they were fine with watching programs and movies together.

(Y/n)'s chest tightened and she rubbed her palms up and down her exposed thighs to try and stop them from beginning to sweat and feel anxious.

Evan sank down on the sofa next to her. He kept a small amount of space between them, enough so that their knees weren't touching but they were close enough to be more than arguing roommates. The closeness almost made them friends.

He placed his bottle of beer down on the coffee table, curled one leg up beneath him and placed a large bowl of popcorn in the space between them on the sofa.

"Um, here." Reaching for the remote, she held it out towards him, gesturing for him to change the channel.

"You kidding? Who doesn't love Ghostbusters?" He leaned his head back and crinkled his nose with a smile her way that seemed to ease the tension they had both created between them. He wasn't going to change the channel when he loved this movie.

Sinking back into the sofa, (Y/n) wedged her back into the corner and brought her legs up to her stomach with her arms pinned between her stomach and her knees. Her eyes moved back to the tv for a little while but she couldn't stop them from flitting back towards Evan. She soon realised he was looking at her too but his eyes weren't on her face, they were locked on her thighs.

She darted her eyes down, quickly realising that her shorts had ridden up towards her bum with her legs being propped up.

She wanted to drop her legs down or cross them or lift her hips up enough to pull her shorts back down to the appropriate length, but something stopped her. (Y/n) wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the panic that she was showing more skin than she should to Evan without meaning to. Or maybe it was the fact that Evan was looking at her so obviously, not even bothering to hide it, which made her stay completely still and let him carry on with his stare.

Watching the movie didn't seem as important or a riveting now that she knew Evan's eyes kept drifting back to her and she was doing the same to him every now and then. It was like a silent competition between them, seeing who could sneak more glances at the other when they weren't looking.

Sneaking another glance at him turned into a long stare when Evan tilted his head back against the sofa and tossed a piece of popcorn high up into the air. He caught it expertly in his mouth which curved into a wide spread grin and when his eyes darted to the left to look at (Y/n), he winked.

"Kinda looks like me and Eddie when we're in full gear," Evan spoke before he really had chance to think but the thought made him smile and a chuckle escaped his lips.

He knew the uniform was flattering some of the time but when they were in full protective gear with CO2 tanks on their backs and hoses in their hands, they did resemble the Ghostbusters. He could see his comical comment tickled something within (Y/n) because she actually smiled at him and it made him feel like the tension was easing between them.

He knew he wasn't the easiest person to be around, let alone live with right now. And he didn't want (Y/n) to be uneasy around him, not when they were going to be living together for a while now.

Evan almost wished the film wasn't so close to the end, but by the time it finished he could barely keep his eyes open. He wanted a few more days off, all he'd gotten was this afternoon since he slept in until lunch and he had to be up at four to be at work ready for five.

"Well my bed is calling me," Evan stretched his arms behind his head and straightened his back into place. "I've gotta be up at four in the morning so if you hear anything, it'll be me getting ready. I'll try not to wake you," He didn't want (Y/n) to wake up in a panic in the morning if she heard him getting up and moving about the kitchen. And if she heard him leave at four in the morning, he didn't want her to think someone was breaking in.

Her panic was clearly severe, he could see that now especially after her nightmare the other night. The thought of leaving (Y/n) here alone until Eddie came back didn't really dawn on Evan until now and he wasn't sure he liked that thought, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Okay, goodnight Evan."

Why wouldn't she call him Buck? Not once had she called him by his nickname that might as well be his given name by now. She used the name on his driving license and it drove him mad, but not in annoyance like it should have. The way she said his name made him shiver, it was so quiet and sugar coated and soft as butter.

"Night."

God, why did she say his name like that? And why did it create such a rise out of him?

***

Two hours.

Evan had two hours left until his alarm would go off and he would have to get up, get a shower, dress and make himself a coffee to wake up before he drove to work. He felt like he had been asleep for five minutes and now he had two measley little hours left before he would be back for another draining shift that would make him feel like the living dead.

And he had told (Y/n) what time he was getting up, specifically so if he woke her by accident, he wouldn't send her into a panic attack. Eddie was a deep sleeper, Evan never had to worry about waking him. He could fall right back to sleep if he heard Evan getting up and going to the bathroom but Evan didn't know about (Y/n) so he had to be considerate.

So why was she making a racket at two in the morning?

Evan was a light sleeper, the sound of the rain hitting the window kept him awake and right now, all he could hear was her jogging down the stairs, moving something in the kitchen and rattling around downstairs.

What the Hell was she doing?

An awful groan escaped Evan's parted lips and he threw the covers off and stood up, wide awake with annoyance and anger. He didn't bother to grab his shorts that he stripped of earlier, he was in his boxers and that was enough to cover his modesty.

He threw open his bedroom door and stormed down the hall, knowing the flat well enough to walk it in the dark or with his eyes closed.

"Did you know it's two in the morning? What are you doing?" He thundered down the stairs, anger radiating off of him in waves but he stopped short when he stood on the threshold to the kitchen.

(Y/n) was at the front door.

Was she leaving? Where on Earth would she be going at this time in the morning? Her job was nothing like his or Eddie's, she had no need to be out at this time and she wasn't the type of person to go for a midnight jog or meet people at this time.

Evan realised a fraction of a second too late that she wasn't leaving the apartment. She was checking the door was locked.

Her body spun round to face him, panic written all across her face. Her hands tangled together in front of her, almost breaking when she stretched her hands out in nervousness. She was fidgeting on her feet, her hair toussled about he head and tears staining her cheeks with puffy, bloodshot eyes.

She was checking the apartment to make sure no one could break in.

It made Evan wonder if she had suffered a burglary where she used to live. She seemed very anxious at night and checking the door, waking with nightmares and wanting to live with two firefighters seemed like she wanted protection from threats.

"I woke you… I'm- Evan I didn't mean to-"

"Come on, it's late."

(Y/n) shivered when Evan stretched his arm out in the direction of the stairs, trying to calmly ask her to go back upstairs with him. There was no need for them both to be down here and awake when they should be in bed.

She felt her legs turning to jelly beneath her when she slowly walked towards Evan, keeping a foot of space between them in case he started to shout or lash out against her. She had woken him when he had done a long stint of shifts and was in line for another one in a few hours. It wasn't fair of her to upset him like this, she was silly and foolish and she should have thought before she came down here.

Her body jumped forward when Evan's other hand pressed into her lower back between her hips and she froze, expecting him to push her up the stairs to make her move quicker. But she took a sharp breath when Evan moved closer to her until his chest nudged her shoulder and his thigh pressed into her bum making her stiffen against him.

Evan waited patiently and calmly, letting (Y/n) take a deep breath and assure herself he wasn't about to do anything to harm her before she started to walk again.

What had happened to her to make her this petrified? Had Evan done something to make her think he would hurt her?

The thought made him grimace and brought bile up the back of his throat. He never wanted anyone to be afraid of him, not unless they gave him a very good reason to be. Everyone said he was like a child, a teddy bear to be around, there was no need for (Y/n) to be so petrified of him.

"Evan?" (Y/n)'s head tilted up to the right when she walked into her room and he didn't move away from her or leave to go into his own room. His hand stayed on her back and he walked right beside her, glued to her back as he followed in with her.

"You know you don't have to be afraid that someone will break in."

"What are you doing?"

He wasn't sure if he could sense anymore fear in her voice like earlier, but he could see the confusion pooling in her eyes. He nudged her towards the bed and waited for her to sit down before he moved over towards her armchair. He dragged it across the floor until it was a foot away from her bed and plonked himself down, slouching forward with his shoulders hunched over and his hands clasped together between his legs.

"I don't want you staying up all night, worrying someone will break in so if you're this panicked, I'll stay in here with you. You know, protection. If it'll get you to sleep and let me rest until my alarm goes off, then I'll stay."

If (Y/n) was going to panic and fear that she wasn't safe, then Evan would stay in her room with her- respectfully, and show her that she was safe here with him. He would stay in her room and calm her worries and if anyone broke in, he would be right here in her room to defend her and apprehend whoever she was afraid of finding here in the dead of night.

"No, Evan I- I can't ask you to do that. You've got work, this isn't fair."

"Then it's a good job you're not asking me to. We both need sleep and I can't sleep if you're mulling about the apartment all night, petrified. Get some sleep."

Evan kicked his feet up on the bed and slouched down in the armchair, it wouldn't be comfy but he had slept on a lot worse over the years. As long as he could get another half an hour of sleep then he would be able to function when he was on shift. And if (Y/n) got some sleep, it would be worth it so they could both be rested.

"No."

"Sleep."

Evan closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest, about to shuffle down a little more when something smacked him in the chest and face. He snapped his eyes open and jolted forward, looking between the pillow on his chest and (Y/n) just as she threw half of the cover over his legs and torso.

If he was going to be adamant enough to stay here with her for noble reasons, then (Y/n) wanted to try and make him comfortable.

Maybe she had misjudged him a little.

[their-love]

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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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.

[their-love]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling??? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.