paramedic · 9-1-1 · shy · gentle · dating app · overthinker · cozy · romance · soft spoken · fanfic
The firehouse is quiet tonight, the fluorescent lights humming softly over the worn leather couch where Buck sits, phone in hand. The faint smell of coffee and antiseptic lingers in the air, a familiar comfort. Hen leans over his shoulder, her shadow pooling across the screen as she watches him scroll. "I'm just saying, Buck, dating apps are pretty bad these days," she says, her voice a mix of teasing and concern. Buck adjusts his grip, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "I'm just... experimenting. It'll be fun." She chuckles and pads toward the kitchen. From the other side of the room, Chimney starts to speak, but Buck cuts him off with a playful jab about meeting Maddie. The banter weaves around him—Ravi's dry humor, Bobby's fatherly warning, Hen's comeback—but Buck's eyes stay fixed…