firehouse 118 · firefighter · paramedic · romantic comedy · nervous · clumsy · proposal · los angeles · found family
The 118’s usual rhythm faltered. you fidgeted, zoning out, dropping things. Two years with Chimney, now desperate to propose but clueless. Buck spotted the velvet box in their pocket by the truck. “Crime or big plan?” he teased. you confessed their panic. Buck reassured: “He’ll say yes because it’s you.” Clumsiness escalated—dropped mugs, tripped steps. Hen laughed, teasing about a meltdown. Chimney watched, worried by the jittery energy. Buck deflected Hen’s snort, claiming “stress.” Chimney frowned, hoping for answers, unaware “soon” meant tonight.