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Can I request something with Robb stark x shy reader. She is very quiet and a good wife too rob, but she loves seeing him be a true king to his people so when someone comes along and tries to knock him down a few pegs she speaks up and reminds said person of who they are speaking to leaving Robb speechless and a little turned on. You can end it there or add in a little smut if you want. Thank youuu

A/N requests open! Hope you enjoy, anon! There is just a sprinkle of nsfw at the end, but I tagged it with smut just to be safe ;) i think i used the word shy like a million times. Reblog/Comment if you want more!

You and your husband, Robb, were touring the North and providing supplies to the smallfolk to support them through the Winter. There were many grievances to address and you held court at all the small towns.

You hated the attention, and it was a small mercy that you rarely had to speak. Even when Robb needed your counsel, he asked for it in private so you weren’t embarrassed. The eyes of the people on you were enough to mortify you, yet you bore your discomfort silently and stood by his side.

At one such hearing, Robb ordered the Lords of the lesser Northern houses to visit. You were seated next to him on your throne, Greywind sleeping on the raised floor at your feet.

“The old ways have served the North fruitfully for years. Listen carefully, one war does not make a boy a man and you are yet to know the ways of the world.” Lord Karstark said, wagging a wrinkled finger at Robb.

It was the third time he had questioned your husband in front of his Council. You were furious.

All Robb had suggested was reducing the great burden of supporting lesser houses with tithes from the peasants. Many smallfolks families were missing men and weapons due to the war, and winter was coming. It would be his first Winter as King of the North and he wanted all his subjects to survive, not just the noblemen.

You thought it was admirable. You also knew how hard he worked, spending almost all nights this week pouring over papers and accounts.

“Don’t forget yourself, I am the King,” Robb chided him. Greywind woke up and went to him, a silent threat.

“No man that calls himself King is a true-“ Lord Karstark began in his crotchety old voice. Anger coursed through your veins. How dare this senile old man try to insult your husband.

You cleared your throat. The hall fell silent. Robb frowned and turned to look at you. His wife was a woman of few words but they were all worth hearing.

“My King husband would have no need of repeating his station if you would remember it, my Lord. And if you cannot, then perhaps in the evening of one’s life we must accept our limitations and resign to things we are capable of.” You said calmly, yet sharply. Robb’s jaw dropped in awe.

It took Karstark’s slow mind a moment longer to process.

“Control your tongue, woman,” he said said, eyes wild, pointing to you.

“Disrespect the Queen and you will feel my blade,” Robb yelled, stepping down from the throne and pulling out Ice, just as the direwolf by his side leapt into action.

Karstark did not know when to keep hush. He retorted back sarcastically, and the altercation ended with him being dragged to the dungeons for his impunity. The other lords were also greatly displeased with him, for now they had no chance of changing the King’s mind about restoring their allowances.

You were glad to see the end of the day, and walked into the chambers of your current abode with Robb trailing behind you.

“Lord Karstark demands hot oil for his feet, did you hear it, darling?” Robb said, crushing the piece of correspondence he read. “To send his demands with servants even when imprisoned. The gall of him.” He chuckled.

“I’ve had it up to here with that old bastard,” you said angrily. You let your hair down and started running your fingers through it roughly. The more you thought of it, the more your anger flared.

“How dare he set foot in your court, dine and dwell in our hospitality, and feel entitled to disrespect you like that? I will not stand for it, Robb.” You said, tugging at the lacing and stepping out of your gray court dress.

“Age does not guarantee wisdom, darling. Experience does. And the old fool has none.” Robb said, walking up to you and resting his hands on your shoulders. He pushed your hair to the side and kissed up your neck from your shoulders to your ear.

You tilted your head to give him more access. After a while he turned you around and kissed your mouth. You savored his languid kisses. His hands slowly pushed your chemise over your shoulders till it hung just above your breasts.

You pulled away, and leaned back, his strong arms holding you up.

“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, love” you said shyly. You were bold in your anger but the shyness was starting to creep in now. “I love you, and I cannot bear to see you insulted after you pour your soul into this Kingdom.”

“Don’t be sorry, you were fantastic,” Robb said, apparently unable to keep his lips off of you. You gasped as he nipped at the bottom of your throat. “I would like to see the wolf in my little wife more often.”

You giggled at his words, and he walked you backwards till your calves hit the bed. Your chemise dropped to your hips and his hands made quick work of finding your breasts.

Your hands came up to cover yourself.

“Robb, the candles,” you said, eyes wide. His own blue ones lit up with mirth.

“I know now that you are not shy, let me see what is mine, darling.” He whispered, pushing your chemise to the floor. You stepped out of it, naked as the day you were born. Your skin felt hot under his hungry gaze.

“Lie back, Y/N,” he said, licking his lips and pushing you down on the bed. “I wish to show you some of my appreciation.” He knelt before you with a wink.

Robbs hands found your knees and he spread them apart. Your hands twisted into his auburn hair in surprise.

And there was nothing shy about the sounds you made that night.

SWEET DREAM

< miya osamu x reader >

Summary: Being a manager for the Inazarki volleyball club wasn't easy, especially dealing with their chaos. They had made great friends because of it and had caught some attention as well, especially from Miya Osamu. For him, having a crush on the manager isn't ideal but it wasn't anything that he can control. The worst thing about it, watching your crush already be in a relationship with your teammate.

Genre: friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes.

Taglist: open

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CHAPTER SIX

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venus; chapter nine; self care

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Scream, 1996

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: 2k

Notes: This is it, this is my favorite one of all time... Okay that's not true but I'll say this is my favorite of the Kinktober 24' okay? Anyway there's A LOT going on in his one including just a lil hint of knife play

Day 10: Tittyfucking

“This is weird, this is so weird” Buck runs a hand over his hair, he can feel it shaking as he takes a deep breath. 

“She’s going to think it’s great, I’m telling you” Eddie stuffs a fry in his mouth.

Buck had FaceTimed him so he wouldn’t back out of this idea. You’d sent him a TikTok like a week ago, a “hear me out” was attached, and while he thought it was the funniest damn thing… he couldn’t get it out of his head and that was when he decided to plan something. 

The first thing he did was enlist Eddie's help because he knew he would chicken out of it before he’d even gotten around to getting everything he needed.

The costume was easy to find, so easy, especially around this time of year. Eddie was the one to convince him to use a real knife, as long as he somehow let you know it was real before anything started. 

Next, he’d started just… hinting that he’d had a surprise that he’d had an idea, and once he was sure you were onto him he decided it was time to get it in gear and make it happen. 

“What if she thinks I’m a freak” 

“Okay didn’t she literally send you the video? She’s a freak too bro” Eddie gestures with his chicken strip and Buck rolls his eyes. 

“Are you still coming over? I-I need help making sure she doesn’t try and kill me”

“Yeah, I’m still coming. Do you want me to come now?” 

“If it’s not too much trouble” he grins sheepishly and Eddie sighs, sipping his soda.

“I’ll be there in 10 bro” 

Eddie leans against the kitchen island, dipping his chicken tender into his barbecue sauce as Buck gets dressed. 

“Should I wear boxers?” 

“I dare you to wear a thong” 

“Bet” 

“Okay wait no I wasn’t-“ 

“Are you watching her location??” Buck comes downstairs, the mask balanced on his head, his robes in one arm…. And wearing a fucking thong leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination 

Eddie drops his chicken back in the bag and closes it up 

“There goes my appetite…” he mutters “Yeah I’m watching her location”

“Do I look okay?” He does a little spin and Eddie lets out a weird strangled noise as he gets an eyeful of Buck’s ass 

“Yeah dude you look great” 

“Okay good because-“

“Oh shit, shit her car pulled in, hurry up and finish!” 

Buck rushes to get changed and Eddie gathers all his stuff together, ready to leave as soon as humanly possible. 

“You two are freaks” He shakes his head and Buck grins, pulling the mask down over his face. 

“Yeah I know, it’s great right?!” He squeals excitedly as he goes to stand in the living room 

“Do I look scary??” 

“Terrifying”

The door locks turn and Eddie turns to look back, show time. 

“Hey, Eddie! What are you doing h-“

 You shriek and jump back as you look over to the living room where someone- whom you’re hoping is Buck, is standing… in a full Ghostface costume. You can already feel the heat building embarrassingly fast in your core. 

“The knife is very real” Eddie gestures with his soda, literally just ignoring your scream“And that-“ he sets it down, pointing. 

“Is your insane boyfriend” 

“Evan. Buckley.” Your mouth drops open as he stands across the room from you, Eddie grabs his jacket and keys from the counter 

“My job here is done imma just-” He points to the door and you nod, your mouth still open. 

“B-bye Eddie” You wave him off “Lock the door on your way out”

“Already done” 

The second the lock clicks shut, Buck takes a step forward and you take one back. Your eyes widen and his head tilts. 

“Ohhh my god” You cover your mouth, and he steps forward again 

“Quit it! That’s scary!” 

He opens his arms gesturing to the outfit 

“Yeah, I know it’s supposed to be! Shut up!” 

He gives you a double thumbs up and you giggle. You set your bag down on the counter and smirk at him. 

“So where do we go from here?” 

He shuffles through his clothing for a bit before brandishing a large kitchen knife. You gulp, okay maybe it was a little more scary than sexy right now. You’re about to come over to him when suddenly he lunges for you. 

You scream bloody murder and run around the counter, he chases right after you, just slightly slower than you are. Your back hits the wall and he lunges for you again, coming up short and hitting the wall instead. 

You’re standing a few feet away from him as he slowly turns his head to the side to stare at you, you stare right back into those empty black holes and you can almost see the grin on his face. He tilts his head slowly, before nodding to the stairs, you put your hands out in front of you before looking back for a second at the stairs. 

There’s no hope for you if you run up there… 

Good. 

You back up slowly as he starts stalking toward you again, both of you on the same page now. The back of your ankles hit the stairs and you turn around racing up the stairs. You scream again as you hear his heavy footsteps behind you, you make it to the top, turning around to see him and he’s right there. He covers your mouth this time and walks you backward, you fall back onto the bed and he climbs on top of you quickly, pinning you down. 

You buck your hips, twisting and trying to get out of his hold but it’s no use. He holds your chin tightly, squeezing your cheeks as he turns your face, just studying you. The knife comes up and you whimper as he slides the edge along your breast, you wince a little as you feel a tiny cut and his hand stops cold. He pulls the knife away, looking at the little bit of blood on it, and then back at you. 

“D-do it again” you whisper and you know his jaw is dropped just as wide as that mask is. 

“Better yet…” You look up at him and massage your breasts, you tease your nipples, circling your fingers around the hard nubs before you push them together, jiggling them for him 

“Will you promise not to kill me if I let you fuck them?” 

You can tell he doesn’t know what to do, you can practically see the little cogs in his brain turning as he tilts his head, you look up at him, so sweetly, so innocently, but there’s fear in your eyes and he likes that. 

He finally moves, snapping the strings of your tank top with the knife and dragging the tip down the center of your body. Your eyes widen as you watch it tear your top in two. 

That’s… sharp. 

He teases the tip around your belly button and you hold your breath, every breath you can feel it poking into you. 

He reaches up, caressing your face and you can practically hear his voice praising you like he always does 

“So beautiful, so perfect” 

He moves down your body, parting your thighs with the knife, and maneuvers you out of your shorts, he knows those are your favorites he won’t ruin those. 

Your panties, however…

He cuts those off too and your body shudders at the cool air, you prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him. He drags one gloved finger through your folds and your breath hitches. 

He shakes his head and you know he’s chuckling. He rubs your clit in torturous little circles, watching you spread your legs, your head falls back slowly and you’re distracted by the way it feels. You’re moving your hips on his finger when suddenly he pulls it away. Your head snaps up and before you can even pout.

He slides the handle of the knife inside you

“O-oh my god”

He holds your hips in place, slowly working the knife in and out of you, the soft curved end hits that spongy spot inside you and you fight not to jerk your hips. 

“F-faster, please” you beg and he looks at you as you spread your legs wider. 

“You knew I was a freak when you asked me to be your girlfriend” 

You’ve got him there. 

He goes faster firmly planting his hand down so you can’t move, your back arches and you claw at the covers. 

“I need you inside me, please I need you” you keen softly and he can’t help himself, he pulls the knife away and you shriek as he stabs it into the pillow next to you. He grabs you by the neck, maneuvering you so your head hangs off the bed, and climbs on top of you. 

You’re dizzy and confused for a second before you hear the sound of a little bottle popping open and a slick liquid being poured over your chest. He pops the top again and you feel him position himself between your tits, his cock nestled between your breasts. With a firm grip on your tits, he thrusts forward, sinking into your soft, warm cleavage.

He thrusts a bit faster, his cock sliding between your tits, the sensation making you both groan. Your head bounces lightly with the intensity of his thrusts, making you even dizzier.

Buck reaches up, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, adding to the stimulation. He can feel his climax building, his balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge.

With a final, hard thrust, he comes undone. He throws his head back, a silent scream of ecstasy behind the mask as he spills himself across your chest. His cock twitches and pulses, painting your skin with his release.

You’re both panting hard, your hips grinding against nothing but air as he climbs off of you. You hear his clothing rustle but he doesn’t help you up, instead, he lifts your legs, your ankles resting on his shoulders.

Buck’s done his best to stay silent through this, even if he wants nothing more than to shower you with praises and nasty words. His eyes widen as he sees you spread open before him, your pussy glistening with arousal. He licks his lips, his cock already hardening again at the sight.

He lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. He groans quietly as he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you to the hilt. Your eyes roll back and your hands come down to brace yourself on the floor. 

His hips start to move in a relentless rhythm. He fucks you hard and deep, his thick cock stretching your walls deliciously with each thrust. His fingers dig into your flesh the harder he pounds into your pussy. 

You can’t help the high-pitched little noises that each rough snap of his hips rips out of you. You can feel your orgasm building faster and faster, all the way down to your toes. That hot feeling spreads through your body as Buck reaches between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

You scream out his name, your entire body shaking as you squirt on his cock, your juices splashing over his thighs as he cums inside you, fucking you through both of your highs. 

His hips begin to slow down to messy strokes before he collapses on top of you. He carefully pulls you up from hanging upside down so the blood in your head can go right back where it belongs. 

You reach up and pull the mask off staring at his sweet face 

“T-that was the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever done” 

“You really think so?” 

He’s so giddy, peppering soft little kisses all over your face and you giggle, cupping his cheeks and kissing him. 

“Especially the knife chasing, that was so exciting”

“I think I liked seeing your blood dripping from that knife” He growls playfully in your ear, dragging his hand lazily down your torso and settling his fingers between your legs 

Your thighs squeeze around his hand and he smirks 

“I liked that too” You blush, wrapping your arms around his neck 

“If you think this was fun, you just wait until my vampire costume comes in”

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. chapter six; no faith.

contents smau. profanity. abortion joke… brainrot lingo. tweets. death jokes. FLIRTY! TANAKA.

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leaked! | pt1

pairing: f1 grid x reader [smau]

ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz

summary: nothing on the internet ever truly disappears. including some leaked images of some certain risque behaviour...

warnings: very suggestive and NSFW images

a/n: inspired by that one oscar piastri drabble by @/thelostconsultant - read theirs here <3

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great expectations - 8, date night!

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a/n: two written parts! also sorry this took so long I got really into the all for the game books again :/

You really wished you hadn't worn a watch.

You knew it was considered rude to check your watch over and over again while on a date. You knew it, and yet you still cringed each time you felt your subconscious twist your wrist so that the face was pointed towards yourself.

It was hard not to flinch when you realized it had only been two minutes since the last time who checked the time.

Ushijima, for his part, at least pretended to either not notice or not care about your unintentional slight. You felt guilty, but you couldn't stop the creeping feeling of just wanting to be home.

You'd never tell Kuroo that he was right. You were pretty certain that he was.

It wasn't like there was anything wrong with Ushijima. He was incredibly kind and thoughtful. Romantic, too, if the bouquet of roses he had brought you at the start of the evening had any say in the matter.

But you were incredibly bored.

Dinner was over, and Ushijima was halfway through his question about dessert when he stopped and shifted gears. The sudden change in pace of conversation, coupled with the way he leaned forward slightly, like you were co-conspirators, caught your attention.

"Excuse me if I'm wrong, but you're not feeling this, are you?"

"Sorry," You winced, face flushing in guilt. It was one thing to not enjoy a perfectly fine date, but it was another thing for your date to realize you had mentally checked out.

"Don't be." Ushijima dismissed, and you really couldn't help but believe him. "Would you like if we got the check and I drove you home?"

"If you wouldn't mind,"

The only emotion stronger than your guilt was your dread about seeing your housemates so soon after your failed date, but at least you could mope in your own bed.

If you didn't love your teammates as much as you did, or cared about your role as captain so deeply, you would've long been snug in your bed.

Instead, you're on a mission on campus when you should be commiserating your failed date with Kiyoko while forcing Tsukki to fetch snacks and send Hinata on mindless tasks to keep him out of your business.

You love Shoyo. He's got too big of a mouth, and you've learned the hard way too many times.

One of your teammates had texted you in a panic, saying she left her gym bag—and her wallet—in the campus weight room reserved for student athletes. Since it's so late, the whole building is already locked up. You would have told her just to get it in the morning, but she countered by saying she's leaving town early for a family event you've known about for weeks.

And she knows you have a key to the building, curtesy of how much your coach trusts you.

So with heavy footsteps, you take the familiar path towards the weight room. There are a few other student athlete-only areas in the building. Changing rooms, a few conference rooms for the occasional meeting, and a film review room.

Your face twists in confusion as you pass the film room on your way to the destination, because the lights are on. The janitor should have been long gone, and you assume that he just forgot to flip the switch on his way out.

You slip inside to turn the lights off and nearly jump out of your skin when somebody makes a noise of complaint at the sudden darkness the room in plunged in.

It takes five whole seconds for your mind and racing heart to catch up to the scene in front of you—Tooru Oikawa, perched on the chair closest to the screen, frowning over his shoulder at your interruption.

Except, he's not frowning for long.

His body moves before yours understand that you're not being attacked by a stranger hiding in the film room, and he jumps to his feet. He takes only a few steps towards then stalls out, and you're grateful for you, because you're so not ready to confront the mess you created with him that you think if he does try and get closer, you'll bolt.

"Hey, uh," He starts then stops, one hand scratching at the back of his neck as he searches for whatever words he wanted to say. "I've been trying to talk to you."

You know, you'd say. Kuroo told you that Bokuto told him—a round about way of finding your information, you know—that Oikawa thinks you've blocked him because you haven't responded to a single one of his messages.

You haven't blocked him. And you read every single one of his messages, but you felt so awful about what you assumed about him that you haven't been able to respond.

"Yeah, I've been busy." You lie. Besides your usual practices and classes, your schedule has been wide open. Kageyama put a pause on tutoring while everyone preps for the season and you're not spending every day hanging out with Oikawa anymore.

From the look on his face, you know he doesn't believe you. Your feet are still cemented to the ground, so you can't run off, but you do let yourself look at the ground that's slipping out from underneath you.

"Listen, that girl I was with? She's in my Econ lecture and I was only talking to her because Astumu has—had?—this massive thing for her." He's careful with his tone, you've spent enough time around him, but you can hear the edge of desperation you're trying so hard to not look at.

"I believe you." Your own words are even, measured. Honest, if a little underwhelming. You believed him from the moment you read his texts, and you know you're overreacting.

"Then why haven't you texted me back?" He sounds a little lost, and you hate that you're the cause of his frown.

"Because I jumped to conclusions and felt like shit." You explain. Your fingers are wringing the hem of your sweatshirt and it's an effort to even look at him, but you owe Oikawa that much. You assumed the worst and you made the decision to cut and run. "Can we just leave it, for now?"

You know better than to outright banish the conversation, but you're so far from prepared to talk about your shit coping strategies with Oikawa.

"Alright," He sighs, rather reluctantly agreeing. You don't care, because at least he's agreed. You offer a tight-lipped smile in return, and Oikawa's strained expression meets yours too easily. "Did you have fun tonight?"

Your stomach drops. Somehow, you'd forgotten about the fact that Oikawa follows you on Instagram. In a bid to further convince yourself that you were interested in Ushijima, you'd posted tidbits of your night online, though nothing that would hint to the identity of the man you were with.

Oikawa had seen the posts, and somehow you manage to feel even worse.

"Not really," You owe him a bit of honesty for your shitty posts. In return, you're greeted by the sight of his lips curving upwards for a second or two before he got ahold of his expression.

"Not to sound like a self absorbed dick, but I'm glad."

"I know." You snort. And you're not mad at him for his comment, because as stupid as it sounds, you find it endearing.

"Can I walk you home?" Oikawa's quick to fill the lapse in conversation. "It's pretty late and I don't want you by yourself."

"Tsukki was at the library still, so he's on his way to meet me here and we're walking back together." You explain with another tight lipped smile, squeezing your hands in time so that your nails carve crescent moons into your palms.

"Okay." It's a heartbreaking sound, the quiet acceptance of his rejection. You hate it, because no matter how many times you rejected him before, he never sounded so dejected.

"Hey, Oikawa?" You pretend not to notice the way his frown etches deeper at your use of his last name instead of his first. "Thanks for offering, at least."

"Anytime," He's quick to respond, and you know he means it. "Whatever you need."

You know he means that, too.

It makes it harder to walk away. You still manage.

extras!

yn tried and failed to gaslight herself into think she liked ushijima

hinata felt really vindicated when yn admitted she though Ushijima was boring.

there was ten minutes of radio silence between when oikawa saw yn's stories and when he responded in the gc. iwaizumi, atsumu, and osamu made second gc in that time and were devising plans to track down oikawa and make sure he wasn't doing anything stupid (like crashing her date)

after seeing yn on campus, oikawa texted tsukki and told him to text when they made it back safely. out of respect for his captain tsukki did and didn't tell yn about it

yn is really good at self sabotaging

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Angel

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!shy!probie!reader

summary: You and Buck have been acting weird since the night at the bar and the other members of the 118 get suspicious of your relationship

word count: 2k

part one part three part four part five

The kitchen was empty when you showed up to work. You had gotten there early to prepare the meal you were going to share together to thank the crew for being so welcoming. You had a big feast planned out and were really looking forward to everyone enjoying the meal you prepared for them and the time that it took to do so.

Not only had you wanted to impress Bobby, but you also wanted to impress Buck…maybe a little. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the night before and were suddenly really excited to see him.

It seemed like everyone entered at the same time and they all followed the smell of your cookies that had cooled down just enough. Buck was the first to enter the kitchen and he reached for a cookie, but you slapped his hand before he could get one.

“Damn, slugger,” he winced as he clutched his hand to his chest in a dramatic manner. You had every intention of letting him have a cookie, but now you kind of wanted him to work for it.

“Who’s slugger?” Hen asked as she got a cookie and took a bite.

“Nothing,” Buck winked at you. “Just an inside joke.” You felt your cheeks warm and you lowered your head, feeling your cheeks warm.

“An inside joke?” Eddie asked as he also got a cookie and took a huge bite out of it. “This is so good. What’s the occasion?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head. “And I just wanted to make you guys something to thank you.” You felt yourself becoming all shy again despite how close you were getting to everyone.

“You didn’t have to thank us,” Bobby spoke up as he entered the kitchen, followed by Chimney and Ravi, all reaching for the baking sheet, now the only one not with a cookie being Buck. “You’re family now.”

Your heart warmed at the words and you turned to Bobby who gave you a smile. You then turned back to Buck who was already looking at you, a smirk playing on his pink lips. You picked up a cookie off the sheet and handed it to him, your fingers brushing as he reached out to grab it.

“Well, since we’re family, I’m making you all my best dish. Homemade lasagna.”

“Sounds great,” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze and Buck didn’t miss it, still unsure of whether or not something was happening between the two of you. He really hoped there wasn't.

“Is there going to be garlic bread?” He asked and you gave him a look as if to say "Really?"

“You're right," he chuckled. "Stupid question."

"Of course there's going to be garlic bread, Buckley. And salad and more cookies." You smiled to yourself proudly as you watched the rest of the crew devour the cookies you had gotten up early to bake.

"Good," Chimney spoke up. "Because these definitely won't last until dinner." He grabbed another cookie and chewed on it.

"Yeah," Ravi chimed in, grabbing another one as well. At that point, it was hard to keep track of how many there were to begin with. You were so glad you had doubled the recipe at the last minute.

Buck moved closer to you, letting his shoulder brush yours and you were still unsure of his intentions as far as you were concerned. You were still very unsure whether or not he was actually interested in you. Maybe you'd have to ask Eddie since asking Buck himself was definitely not something you felt ready to do.

Even though you were getting more comfortable with him since you had hung out at the bar the night before, you still didn't feel as close to him as you did to Eddie, who had become your closest friend in the 118. He was like a brother to you and you were very grateful to have him.

You turned in his direction, but you weren't thinking about him. Buck had invaded your mind and all you could think about was how you should have just taken the chance and kissed him in the elevator the night before like you had wanted to. You weren't sure how it would have played out, but you would have hoped that he would have returned it.

"Whatcha thinking about over there, slugger?" Buck nudged your shoulder and you immediately pulled your attention away from Eddie, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Nothing," you shook your head.

"If you like him, you should say something," he said low enough for just you to hear.

"I don't like Eddie." And you didn't. Not like that, anyway. You were afraid you were starting to feel that way about Buck, though. But you were going to push those feelings down because you didn't think that getting involved romantically with a coworker was the best idea. You had seen that play out so many times and it never ended well.

"Well, it seems like you do with the hearts that were forming in your eyes." How were you going to explain that you were thinking about him and just happened to be looking in Eddie's direction? And it would have been just downright embarrassing to admit that you were thinking about kissing him. As far as you were concerned, you were going to take that secret to your grave.

"Alright, I guess I believe you," he nudged you shoulder one more time before grabbing one more cookie than heading over to the couch to take a seat.

Buck didn't understand how you couldn't see how he felt about you. Everyone else in the 118 could, so why did you seem so clueless? And why couldn't tell if his feelings were reciprocated? That was something that was so obvious to him, but you were just a big question mark. You were mysterious and he couldn't figure you out for the life of him.

He knew that you were shy and maybe he just needed to get closer to you for you to fully open up. But then there was Eddie. You were definitely close to him and Buck was definitely jealous of that even though he'd never admit it. Every time he watched the two of you, he felt sick to stomach and would suddenly be filled with anger.

He watched Eddie whispering something as the two of you sat on the couch, not even aware that he was crumbling his cookie in his fist, catching the attention of Chimney. He sat to the left of him, completely blocking his view of you and Eddie and maybe that was for the best.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Chimney asked and Buck just furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing,” Buck shook his head.

“Well, something clearly made you upset since you crumbled your cookie.” Buck looked down and opened his hand, the cookie crumbs falling to the table.

“It’s nothing, Chim, I swear.” Buck knew that Chimney was just looking out for him, but it just seemed like he was trying to pry and Buck didn’t like that. Not one bit. This was no one’s business but his own. And maybe yours if he ever got the guts to tell you how he felt.

“Well, let’s just say that if looks could kill, Eddie would definitely be dead.”

Buck sat with the words the entire day, deciding that he was finally going to tell you after work. He could see how it would play out so clearly in his head. He’d show up at your apartment and tell you exactly how he felt about you and you’d respond with a kiss before telling him that you felt the same way. You’d then invite him inside and the two of you would snuggle up on your couch and watch a movie, your night filled with nothing but kisses and giggles.

But all of that came crashing down when he watched Eddie chasing you around the firehouse. As soon as he caught you, he picked you up and spun you around, giggles spilling from both of your mouths. Nothing going on between you and Eddie his ass. He didn’t want to see the rest of the interaction and hurried to his locker to grab his stuff. He really needed to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

“Damn, where’s the fire, Buck?” Hen chuckled. “Got a hot date?”

“Something like that,” Buck muttered under his breath as he put the strap of his bag over his shoulder, making a beeline for his jeep just in time to watch you and Eddie exit the firehouse to the parking lot.

“Hey, Eds,” you called after him. Eds? Yeah, Buck was so fucked. “Can I get a ride to the bar? I left my car there last night.”

“Sorry, I have to go pick up Chris. But Buck should be able to.” Eddie was trying his hardest to set the two of you up and he was hoping that now he would finally be successful. He had hoped that leaving the two of you alone at the bar the night before would have made you confess your feelings to each other, but considering the fact that you weren’t acting like a couple, he was beginning to think that didn’t happen.

“Is that okay, Buck?” There was no fucking way that he was going to be in a car alone with you. You were a taken woman and he was afraid of what he would do. He wanted to kiss you so bad and he definitely wasn’t going to hurt his best friend by doing so.

“Sure, come on.” He nodded his head towards the parking lot and you followed him. He should have known that he couldn’t say no to you. Once you were both in his jeep, he sped off to the bar, simultaneously wanting you to be out of the car as soon as possible but also wanting to spend time with you. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind. Especially since it seemed like you were dating his best friend.

Buck was suspiciously quiet as he drove, maybe going a little bit over the speed limit. You looked over at him and could see that his jaw was clenched and he seemed very upset. What had happened that the man who never shut up had been rendered speechless? Surely it had been your fault, right?

“Buck?” You asked, turning to look at him again. He kept quiet, not even looking your way. “Buck, c’mon, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“I bet it’s not. I know we’re not exactly close, but you can tell me, I promise.” His anger was reaching its peak as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He pulled into a spot and put the jeep in park before getting out, making his way towards the building. He couldn’t tell you now. He really couldn’t.

“Buck,” you called after him as you followed his lead, trying to catch up to him. “Buck, please,” you pleaded.

Now he felt like a dick. All you were trying to do was talk to him and he was treating you like garbage. You didn’t deserve that. Especially when you didn’t do anything wrong.

“You wanna know what’s going on?” He asked, turning around to face you. “Fine,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I like you, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Of course he liked you. You were friends, right? Unless there was some underlying meaning to his words that you were missing.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you stepped into the fire house and it’s driving me fucking crazy.” He was stepping closer to you and you were just trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. He liked you? As more than a friend? Since when?

“You like me?” That was not what you thought he was going to say. It was very common for the people you liked to not reciprocate your feelings, shutting you down time and time again. But this was different. Buck liked you. He liked you and as more than a friend.

“I do,” he nodded. “But don’t worry about it. I know you’re with Eddie.” Where had he gotten that impression? You and Eddie were friends. Just friends, absolutely no attraction between you. And Buck should have known that.

“Buck, I’m not with Eddie,” you laughed. “He’s just a friend. More like a brother, actually.”

“You what-”

“I like you,” you told him, taking his hands in yours. His eyes widened then he looked on either side of him, but you grabbed him by his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Yes, you, Buck.”

“But, what about-”

“For once in your life will you please just shut up?” You asked and pressed your lips to his. He gasped into your mouth but he eventually melted into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips slotted between yours.

It was soft and sweet and everything either of you could have imagined. His lips were just as soft as you were hoping and he seemed to pour all of his feelings for you that he had accumulated over the past few weeks into the kiss, making you feel nothing but special.

Just as he licked into your mouth, a rain droplet hit your cheek. You pulled away just as it started to downpour and Buck grabbed you by the hand and pulled you under the awning to shield you both from the rain and his lips found yours once again and he smiled into it.

“What?” You laughed.

“Nothing,” he pecked your lips. “You’re just an angel.”