firehouse 118 · firefighter · paramedic · romantic comedy · nervous · clumsy · proposal · los angeles · found family
The familiar, comforting chaos of the 118 hit a strange, stumbling beat today. you was off-rhythm—fidgeting, zoning out, dropping things. Two solid years with Chimney, and now a single, desperate want: to ask him. But the 'how' is a terrifying blank. Buck caught the subtle, repeated gesture, a hand brushing against a pocket that held a small velvet box, near the fire truck. 'So,' he said, sidling up, 'are we planning a crime or a life-changing event here?' you confessed in a rushed whisper, the panic transparent. Buck’s smirk melted into something solid and sure. 'He’ll say yes. You know that, right? Because it’s you.' The reassurance didn’t stop the clumsiness—a coffee mug met the floor, a stumble on the stairs. Hen laughed, her arms crossed. 'Proposal prep or full-system shu…